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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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misshoneyimhome · 6 months

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❧「KINKTOBER 2023」☙

The One With the Nanny I John Tavares

Summary; John Tavares is a recently divorced father of two and you as his nanny do your best to help the hockey captain; however, one night after the kids are tucked in, Tavares has a different need that needs to be dealt with;

Tags; John x reader; Kinktober

Warnings; nanny!kink?; bondage (mild); protected sex (p in v)

Words count; 1.9K

John Tavares had always been a hockey legend, but beyond the dazzling arena lights and the roar of the crowd, he was just a father trying to navigate the complexities of a recent divorce. Life had thrust him into uncharted waters, and the constant away games only added to the challenges of being a single parent to two young kids.

In your role as his nanny, your duty extended far beyond childcare; you were there to offer support in every possible way. Your friendship with John had deepened over the years, even before the divorce, so when he requested you to stick around after the breakup, your response was a wholehearted "yes." Evenings usually whirled by in a frenzy of after school activities, dinner, and bedtime routines, and you couldn’t help but observe John as he masterfully balanced his responsibilities both on and off the ice - yet it was evident that the strain from his personal life was taking a toll on his performance in the game.

Nonetheless, he deeply valued your assistance. The boys love you so much, and your seemingly effortless ability to guide them through after nursery school activities, tooth-brushing, and bedtime routines brought him a profound sense of comfort and happiness during his training sessions and road trips.

But one chilly evening, after successfully tucking the kids into bed, John returned home late. You were just finishing up cleaning the kitchen following the dinner and bedtime skirmish. On this particular night, the boys had been a bit more challenging to settle down because the Leafs had suffered a home game defeat, and the boys were determined to stay up until their dad's return. However, John had been delayed at the arena, disheartened by the loss, so you had to take charge and get the kids to bed.

As he finally entered his house through the front door, his head hung lower than usual. Only the comforting aroma of your cooking and the peacefulness of his home managed to lift his spirits even slightly.

"Hey," he said gently, entering the kitchen and leaning against the door frame, having just shed his shoes and coat. His footsteps had been heavy, bearing the weight of the recent loss.

"Hey, John..." you replied softly, giving the counter a final wipe. You could see the exhaustion etched on his face, the game's disappointment still lingering in his eyes. "I'm sorry about the game."

John simply shrugged, his disappointment evident in the slump of his shoulders.

"Would you like any leftovers?" You tried to offer him a friendly smile, but it was met with a slight shake of the head and a quiet 'no, thank you.' He seemed to have lost his appetite along with the game.

A brief silence hung in the air before you spoke tentatively, leaning casually against the kitchen counter.

"John, if there's anything I can do, please don't hesitate to let me know," your voice carried a sweet and gentle tone, and you did your best to offer him a reassuring smile. The warmth of the kitchen and the comforting presence of a familiar friend were there to offer solace, no matter how small, during this challenging moment in his life.

John replied with a gentle nod and even managed a small, grateful smile.

"Thanks," he said. "But I don't think you can do much - I'm just frustrated about the game, and I feel like this whole situation has had an effect on my play... which isn't good."

You offered him a sympathetic nod, fully aware that you might not grasp the full extent of his situation, but you were determined to provide support.

"Well, I'm still here if you need anything."

John stood in contemplation for a moment. He hesitated, thoughts swirling in his mind. Maybe there was something you could do to help. No, he thought, he couldn't ask that of you. But then again, you had been around in his life for a long time. You knew him better than most, even more than some of his teammates. You were familiar with his personal life, the life he and his wife had built in their home. Still, he couldn't bring himself to ask for more; you were his nanny, after all.

The slight smile on your lips had John thinking. There had always been a certain twinkle in your eyes, and he’d always felt a unique connection with you, though he had never really considered pursuing it.

What he didn't know was that you had thought about it. John was an attractive guy, and despite the small age difference, not a big deal at all, you'd always had a bit of a soft spot for him. But, because he was married, and you genuinely liked his wife - well, now, his ex-wife - you'd never dare to make a move. Professionalism and friendship boundaries were firmly in place, even if there was an unspoken connection in the air.

However, as you watched this man you cared about so deeply, an irresistible urge to step across that fragile line gripped you. Feeling a touch of boldness, you took a small step closer. Your eyes locked with John's, and you could practically sense the gears turning in his head.

"Anything?" he asked, his voice taking on a rough, husky quality.

You simply responded with a nod, moving even closer to him.

John straightened his posture, and as he softly uttered your name in a gentle whisper, a shiver ran down your spine.

An undeniable magnetic force continued to draw you closer, and against your better judgment, you yielded to its pull. As you stood closely to him, his body pressed against yours, your faces drawing nearer and sharing the same air.

"Are you sure?" his question was a low, hushed murmur, but it was the next part that truly piqued your interest. "You don't know this side of me..." his voice grew darker, causing you to swallow hard and release a shaky breath.

Your eyes remained locked as you gently parted your lips to respond. "Maybe I want to get to know that side," you almost whispered, your curiosity and desire outweighing any reservations.

John took a moment, making sure he had your unequivocal consent. Then, with a gentle touch, he led you upstairs, moving slowly yet with determination.

In the bedroom, he moved with a deliberate grace, adjusting the lights to create an intimate atmosphere. Finally, he stood in front of you, and with unhurried movements, he tenderly cupped your face, his lips gently meeting yours.

The kiss was far from eager or sloppy; it remained delicate and tender, his lips gently caressing yours, and you couldn't help but lean into his touch, lost in the moment.

Breaking the kiss, John's voice remained husky and low, issuing a firm command, "Lie down."

Without hesitation, you followed his instruction, reclining on your back on the bed. A subtle smirk played on John's lips as he settled himself between your legs.

"Lift your arms," he requested in a gentle yet commanding tone.

With care, he used his large hands to guide your blouse, inching it up your body and over your shoulders. However, just as it was about to slide over your head, he halted, leaving the blouse covering your eyes while keeping your arms raised, wrists crossed above your head.

You let out a small breath, as he started to untie his tie from his pre-game suit, adoring your exposed breast plunged nicely in your black lacy bra.

“You trust me?” his voice spoke, as his eyes moved up and down your slender body, while you only saw darkness, feeling the mattress shift lightly underneath you.

You nodded.

“Words, I need words.”

“Yes, Johnny – I trust you,” you spoke with a light whimper, and then he gently moved once again, this time hovering your body, his hands coming to gently wrap his tie around your wrists, tying a knot to keep them in place.

“Good girl,” he praised you with a whisper.

A part of you urged to move your hands, but John’s tie and your blouse kept them in place. Your body lingered with anticipation as your vision was blocked, and all control was taken away from you.

You then felt John’s fingertips working the button of your trousers, and gently he tucked the hem, and slowly pulling them down. It was thrilling and anxious having no ability to move or take part of the action, and you felt exposed. Laying there on the bed, bare and knickers on full display for him, as he pulled your trousers off your angles.

His hands then came to smoothly run up your thighs, gently massaging your tense muscles, earning them to relax. His touch was firm, yet careful and his hands came closer to your pooling core. And with another tender movement, he tucked your knickers down and off as well, before spreading your legs by your thighs, exposing your heat completely.

Once more, you felt John move around, coming off the bed, to why you assumed was to undress. You heard soft steps on the side of the bed, the nightstand drawer open and close, then a ripping of something, and a few seconds later, you felt his large body once again kneeling between your legs.

A light gasp then escaped your lips, as you suddenly felt his fingers coming to trace up your core between your folds, your needy cunt pulsating for more.

John took his time. And as you listened to his deep and steady breaths you felt his two fingers move gently inside your warmth, massing your walls, before pulling out again.

“You’re so ready for me,” he breathed out, before again hovering your body, and lining the tip of his cock with your entrance.

Painfully slowly, John pushed his cock inside of your heat, stretching you good, and filling the deep of your cunt.

Moans came from your mouth as a loud whisper, as you knew you had to withhold any noise, as the boys where asleep in their rooms just down the hall.

“Johnny,” you whimpered, as he pulled almost entirely out, and then pushing himself back in.

He began to rock his hips in a steady pace, and eagerly you tried to move your wrists apart, but it was to no use. John moved his hand to hold them down, as his thrusts sped up.

His cock hit deep inside you, and you weren’t sure how much more you could take. His name came off your lips along with more moans, as you informed him in between breaths that you were close to a release. And oh, how he let you come for him.

Arching your back and biting down your lower lip in order not to shout too loudly, he fucked you nice and good through your orgasm. And as your walls clenched tightly around this throbbing cock, he reached his own climax, spilling all his seed into the condom.

“Fuuuck,” John breathed out, as he gently moved his hips, coming out of the rush of his release.

He then gently pulled himself out of you, before he untied your wrists and moved your blouse all the way up and over your head.

With a satisfied smile, you helped him out, before you both came to lay in the bed, next to each other.

And with a grateful expression adorning his face, he offered you a soft smile, pulling you in for a cuddle. “Thank you,” John whispered, and you simply replied with a soft, ‘anytime’.

#kinktober 2023 #John Tavares imagine #toronto maple leafs fic #nhl hockey imagine #nhl hockey fic #john tavares

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linskywords · 5 months

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Hi to previous Anon! The reason they seem to be having a lot of trouble finding this fic is because Mitch was the hockey-related trauma baker who makes "non cheat day cheat brownies" for Sidney Crosby and John Tavares etc not Dylan. What's not helping them is that the story has been removed from AO3 as well as the user. It was called Cheat Days by unpathdwaters. I could of course be wrong and there could be a different Dylan-is-the-baker fic but I think that's a very specific premise.

Sad!! Thanks for the info!

#hockey rpf #deleted fic #mitch marner #dylan strome #john tavares #sidney crosby

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ariadynamics · 4 months

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If you ever feel bad about having zero game, eleven years ago today, I slid into my now wife's DMs about Taylor Hall feelings.

It probably can't get any worse than that, and hey, my near-zero game worked 😌.

#I often say we need to send John Tavares and Sam Gagner gift baskets bc we fell in love co-writing fic of them #but maybe we also owe Hallsy a gift basket #or at the very least maybe I should finally write fic where he ends up happy #hmm #naurrr #ariacore

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redjacketficrecs · 11 months

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parentheses all clicking shut

theundiagnosable

Summary: It’s simplistic to bring the biggest decision of John’s life down to Mitch Marner.

Recommendation: The hockey robots fic where the hockey robot (John Tavares) is not the hockey robot you are looking for. I fucking adore this fic. The plot is great and so are all the emotions that JT just doesn’t want to deal with and has to. The push and pull of his internal life is great. Really compelling characterizations. Deals with themes of personhood, consent and the toxicity of win-at-all-costs culture. Mitch is a delight in this as well, I just love the way he’s written and how the author uses that to play with the hockey robot idea.

Mostly gen with a sprinkle of a background paring that is relevant to the plot so I’m not going to reveal it. The highest of recommendations!

Warnings: non-con that goes on off screen, involving altering a sentient being’s mind.

#hockey!#John Tavares #gen fic #hockey robots #mitch marner #auston matthews #william nylander #Patrick marleau #villian Kyle Dubas

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simmyfrobby · 3 months

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okay fic recs because i feel like you would also go insane about these (dont feel obligated to answer this ask)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48218191 - one day we'll only be memories swaymark goalie magic fic ft past goalie starters

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49092343/chapters/123855424 - enough for a grave flowergeno centric sea horror fic

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50791294/chapters/128308087 - never can say goodbye mcstrome centric magic au fic where connor creates a reality where hockey doesnt exist

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46283449 - shipping out to boston bergy/marchy/tyler seguin fic where tyler gets traded back to boston

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52068586/chapters/131683960 - The Bartender’s Guide to Flirting or; Cocktails are our Love Language mattdrai restaurant au fic (part of the hamilton gastropub series)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52434448/chapters/132647365 - The Server’s Guide For Falling in Love with A Regular or; Truffle Mushroom Pappardelle and Churros: A Love Story dumomoto restaurant au fic (part of the hamilton gastropub series)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48402787 - closer than we've ever been before pens core fic where sid and geno finally get together and kris goes bonkers over it

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51917743 - december - christmas movies pens core + erik karlsson christmas fic

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45755656/chapters/115144468 - the loneliest job on the ice shesty centric fic where hes been stuck on the ice of the rink for his whole life (unfinished)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49560478 - geno vs sidney crosby's childhood sidgeno fic where sid gets turned into a little kid

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50690347 - vanished mcmattdrai fic where connor messes with black magic to try and win the cup

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18396548 - parenthesis all clicking shut john tavares centric fic set in a dystopian reality where robot players exist

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47750656 - tropism flowergeno hanahaki fic

HELLO????????

#thank you???????#saving this for future ref #fic rec

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tapedsleeves · 3 months

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get rec'd!!!!

soooo, one of my goals for this year was to... I don't know. Feel more connected to the fics I'm reading even if I'm not like. in the right brain space to make a full comment. And to share those fics that I do like.

so with that, i present to you: Get Rec'd: a fic rec series. Hopefully weekly, somewhere in the realm of 3-5 fics I read this week and what I liked about them :)

if you read & liked these fics, consider leaving a kudos or comment for the author.

should have said (say it) by theundiagnosable.

Zach Hyman / William Nylander, T rated, 11,209 words.

Zach calls in a favor from Baker!Willy, whom he'd hooked up with in college to bake a cake for Mitch & Auston's wedding when the caterers bail. This fic is SOOOO cute. Zach realizing all the ways that Willy has changed, and the ways he hasn't that he still really likes.

I love my love (because I know my love loves me) - by aetherbladedstick.

Mitch Marner / John Tavares T rated, 4, 064 words.

Mitch is sick & wants cuddles. This fic is SOOOO adorable, tactile Mitch reads sooo true. Reading this fic is just like wrapping up in a cuddly blanket for me.

Last Christmas - by mere_sprite1847

Quinn Hughes / Elias Pettersson, T rated, 3767 words

Fake dating! i love fake dating!!! Quinn accidentally leads his family to believe he's dating Elias, Elias agrees to pretend to date him. This fic is so sweet, the tension was excellent.

an ever-fixed mark - by cmdld (tumblr user @boohowdy)

Connor McDavid / Leon Draisaitl, Rated E, 27, 107

Experienced sub Connor & inexperienced Dom Leon (not D/s au, just you know. Kink) this fic is excellent, y'all. The use of reddit forum is absolutely on point and one of my personal favorite things: Connor, as a sub, actually has agency.

In Defence of Serenity -by @lurlur

Vince Dunn / Adam Larsson , Rated E, 2678

Vince didn't get all his yelling out during the game. Adam offers to help him get the rest of it out. THIS FIC IS HOT! absolutely wreck that boy. Lur, I love your fic so much.

#hrpf recs #hrpf #get rec'd #get rec'd hrpf

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msmargaretmurry · 6 months

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writing meme

i was tagged by @postoperation AND @bropunzeling AND @vivathewilddog wow ily friends but calm down (❤❤)

Rules: Go to your published works on AO3 and list the first fic you ever published there, the last fic you published, any fic that you wrote for a fandom/ship only once, your favorite fic you wrote in the fandom/ship that has the most works, the fic you wish more people read, the fic you agonized over the most, the fic that sprang fully formed from your mind without any effort, and a work you are proud of—for whatever reason.

first fic: the oldest timestamped fic on my ao3 is Golden Boys, a quick little pk subban/john tavares fic from 2012. i want to say it's short and sweet but i honestly haven't read it in ten years, so who knows 😂 there are some bandom fics and a tsn rpf fic on there that are older than that one but i imported them from livejournal in like 2015 and didn't backdate them properly, and i don't feel like figuring out which one is actually the oldest, and also don't want to draw attention to them because woof, that is some old old writing of mine.

last fic: this is for keeps, the one-year anniversary timestamp for head above water ❤ i had actually wanted this to be longer/a richer story but i've been struggling a lot with writing this year and so i just ran out of time and decided short and sweet was better than nothing. i am happy with it, though; i think it hit the most important beats i wanted to hit!

any fic written for a fandom/ship only once: homeland, the mighty ducks adam/charlie fic i wrote for yuletide a couple years ago. i feel like i answered an ask about this one recently so sorry to reiterate but if this hadn't been on a deadline it would have been five times as long and five times as angsty, lol. but also if it hadn't been for yuletide i probably wouldn't have written it at all, so it's all a wash i suppose. despite the deadline of it all though i enjoyed writing this one and think there are some really lovely bits of writing in it.

favorite fic in the fandom with the most works: this is one direction, which i wrote exactly one fic for, so i guess it's my favorite by default: the very best of, which i wrote in the complete haze of peak pandemic quarantine and now feels like a total fever dream. but it was fun! i love the bits of fake journalism and fake songwriting i did for it.

a fic you wish more people had read: come and make the hymns of you, which i can't really complain about fewer people reading because it is a fic for a relatively small fandom written twenty years after the thing came out and about a decade after that fandom's fic-writing peak. i'm really proud of it, though! i think it's one of the best things i've written! it was really fun getting to write in a style that i don't usually get to use for present-day rpf stories, and i love the character voice i developed for webster.

the fic you agonized over the most: i agonized a LOT over HAW, but i think that the land between our bodies still wins here. writing that fic was truly like pulling teeth. like i am very glad i finished it for the exchange and also i'm very glad people enjoyed it — tbh people enjoying it is the only reason i have any fondness for it 😅 — but from a personal standpoint i don't know if i'll ever get over how shitty i felt while writing it to properly enjoy it for myself. but maybe i will! i certainly hope so!

fic that sprang fully formed from my mind: The Next Next One, for sure. what a fun and fulfilling writing process that was. i mean, it's a long fic, so there were definitely parts that were a little tougher to get through than others, but overall it was such a smooth creative process. all of the plot pieces just fell into place. huge shoutout to @postoperation and @moregraceful for being my very encouraging captive audience as i word-vomited it into emails until i got the whole story out ❤

a work you are proud of: okay okay yes fine it's head above water ❤❤ i was actually super unsure about it when i posted it, but after taking some time to let it breathe (and to talk with so many of you all about it) i did end up really proud of it, and i've had such a good time continuing to play in that universe 💞

i am tagging (and attempting to tag folks i haven't seen tagged 😂): @irrelevanttous @grittyreadsfic @loveisworry @the-ships-to-rule-them-all @lilcrickee if you want to! no pressure!

#ask #my fic

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areyoutherelarry · 9 months

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Title: Slapshot Through the Heart for 1D Tour de Fic Fest

Author: areyoutherelarry

Summary: Being the third overall draft pick comes with a lot of pressure, pressure that Shawn Mendes feels like he’s cracked under until he joins the Florida Panthers and develops a massive crush on their illustrious captain, Niall Horan. However, now that Matthew Tkachuk, the sixth overall pick from Shawn’s draft year, is joining the team, maybe Shawn overexaggerated his and Niall’s connection, maybe he is the biggest draft bust, maybe he isn’t good for the team at all.

Or the Florida Panthers’ crazy 2022-2023 season but make it a friends-to-lovers Shiall Hockey AU with a dash of Matthew Tkachuk propaganda.

@1dtourdeficfest

LONG appendix below cut (Hockey people and glossary)

NHL People

Matthew Tkachuk- (American) Rat king, nepo baby (his dad played for a long time), loves to start shit and plays very good hockey, thriving in Florida, is so obsessed with his new team, always munching on his mouth guard, went #6 in 2016 NHL entry draft, won 0 Stanley Cups (left)

Mitch Marner- (Canadian) tiny baby hockey player, adorable and smiley very good at hockey, went #4 in 2015 NHL entry draft, won 0 Stanley Cups (right)

Dylan Strome- (Canadian) long-suffering, played with Connor McDavid in juniors, considered somewhat of a bust (I love him don’t come for me), went #3 in 2015 NHL entry draft, won 0 Stanley Cups (left)

Auston Matthews- (American) another great hockey player,, known for being fashionable and ✨cool✨, went #1 in 2016 NHL entry draft, won 0 Stanley Cups (right)

Connor McDavid- (Canadian) long-suffering best player currently in the NHL, known for being boring af, went #1 in 2015 NHL entry draft, won 0 Stanley Cups (left)

Nick Foligno- (American-Canadian) I don’t know much about him, another nepo baby, went #28 in 2006 NHL entry draft, won 0 Stanley Cups (right)

Alexander Ovechkin- (Russian) will probably break Gretzky’s record for # of goals scored, is a powerhouse, considered one of the best hockey players of all-time but people consider him a showboat but like yeahhhh duh, went #1 in 2004 NHL entry draft, won 1 Stanley Cup (left)

Phil Kessel- (American) Ridiculous hockey player but was good, think stereotypical Wisconsin dude and yep you’ve got him, known for drinking Coke and eating hot dogs, went #5 in 2006 NHL entry draft, won 3 Stanley Cups (right)

Connor Bedard- (Canadian) Considered a generational talent like Connor McDavid and Sidney Crosby but is only 18, hope he isn’t crushed by the Chicago sports ecosystem (I’m from Chicago), went #1 in 2023 NHL entry draft, won 0 Stanley Cups (duh) (left)

Sidney Crosby- (Canadian) One of the best players, hockey men consider him a whiner but boo to them, he is a big weirdo who has lots of superstitions and doesn’t have public social media, an enigma, went #1 in 2005 NHL entry draft, won 3 Stanley Cups (right)

John Tavares- (Canadian) He’s such a dad, considered to have “abandoned” the Islanders, whatever, went #1 in 2009 NHL entry draft, won 0 Stanley Cups (left)

Ryan Lomberg- (Canadian) Lomberghini I don’t know much about him, chirper, went undrafted, won 0 Stanley Cups (right)

Jonathan Huberdeau- (Canadian) Huby I don’t know much about him, regularly leads teams in points, went #3 in 2011 NHL entry draft, won 0 Stanley Cups (top left)

Claude Giroux- (Canadian) Scrappy hockey player who was captain of the Philadelphia Flyers for a long time, such a dad, went #22 in 2006 NHL entry draft, won 0 Stanley Cups (top right)

Paul Maurice- (Canadian) *I’m missing how to find NHL coaches’ headshots so here’s a funny Paul pic* Says this year’s team has brought back his love of hockey, notably quit previously in the middle of the season because he just couldn’t anymore, also played but only juniors because he got hurt, won 0 Stanley Cups (left)

Sergei Bobrovsky- (Russian) Always seems long-suffering, people talk a lot of shit about Bob, went undrafted, won 0 Stanley Cups (top left)

Keith Tkachuk- (American) *This picture is hella old but he looks so much like his kids* Has lots of points because he played lots of games, comes from an NHL family, pretty chirpy even with his own kids, went #19 in 1990 NHL entry draft, won 0 Stanley Cups (left)

Brady Tkachuk- (American) *The head tilt the Tkachuk brothers do* WILL FIGHT, once got bit during a fight, captain of his team has outrageously high number of penalty minutes compared to other captains, nepo baby, the Tkachuk brothers harass and love each other very much, went #4 in 2018 NHL entry draft, won 0 Stanley Cups (right)

Tim Stützle- (German) I don’t know much about him, except he loves doing adorable antics, he and Brady are silly together, hilarious conspiracy that Matthew thinks he’s annoying, went #3 in 2020 NHL entry draft, won 0 Stanley Cups (left)

Thomas Chabot- (Canadian) I don’t know much about him, he hit a teammate in the face with his stick this year accidentally, went #18 in 2015 NHL entry draft, won 0 Stanley Cups (right)

Kris Letang- (Canadian) eternally cursed, this poor man has had two TWO strokes during his career, his dad died not long after he had his second stroke, known for being French Canadian, beautiful, and obsessed with his hair, went #62 in 2005 NHL entry draft, won 3 Stanley Cups (left)

Evgeni Malkin- (Russian) is so moody, will fight you if you irk him just a little bit, also considered whiny with Sid, loves to chirp those he loves, loves jokes and is funny, went #2 in 2004 NHL entry draft, won 3 Stanley Cups (right)

Eric Staal- (Canadian) homophobe, one of four Staal brothers who have played in the NHL, went #2 in 2003 NHL entry draft, won 1 Stanley Cup (left)

Marc Staal- (Canadian) homophobe, one of four Staal brothers who have played in the NHL, went #12 in 2015 NHL entry draft, won 0 Stanley Cups (right)

NHL Glossary (most of this was copy and pasted from around the internet)

The Presidents' Trophy- The Presidents' Trophy is an award presented by the NHL to the team that finishes with the most points during the NHL regular season. Teams get two points for each win, one point for each tie, and no points for a loss

The Presidents' Trophy Curse- Finishing with the best record in the regular season has become a dubious distinction: Only twice in 20 years has the Presidents' Trophy winner gone on to win the Stanley Cup — most recently a decade ago when the Blackhawks beat Boston in the final. Since then, only one team has made it past the second round.

Captain- In ice hockey, the captain is the player designated by a team as the only person authorized to speak with the game officials regarding rule interpretations when the captain is on the ice. At most levels of play each team must designate one captain and a number of alternate captains (usually two or three) who speak to the officials when the captain is on the bench.

BioSteel Camp- The annual BioSteel NHL CAMP is a four-day event where 30 of the top hockey stars and prospects go through both on- and off- ice training as the NHL season start is just around the corner.

London Knights- The London Knights are a junior ice hockey team from London, Ontario, Canada, playing in the Ontario Hockey League, one of the leagues of the Canadian Hockey League.

Memorial Cup- The Memorial Cup is the national championship of the Canadian Hockey League, a consortium of three major junior ice hockey leagues operating in Canada and parts of the United States. It is a four-team round-robin tournament played between the champions of the Ontario Hockey League (OHL), Quebec Major Junior Hockey League (QMJHL) and Western Hockey League (WHL), and a fourth, hosting team, which alternates between the three leagues annually.

Chirp-Hockey insults are known as "chirps.” The basic theory behind any kind of trash-talking is that, by disrupting your opponent's concentration and confidence through chirping, you gain a competitive edge that might just help you win.

The Show- Many players refer to the NHL as “the show”

Training Camp- NHL training camp is the period when professional ice hockey clubs gather to prepare and enhance themselves for the next season. It starts before the start of the regular season.

Development Camp- Development Camp provides an opportunity for prospects to showcase their talents and show management and staff that they are progressing in the right direction. Players at camp are all looking to prove different things. Some camp goers will be looking to prove they're NHL-ready, some will be hoping to show the staff they've improved on areas of need based on last year's camp, some are looking to be signed and some are looking to make a good first impression, along with much more.

Prospect- A prospect is typically a player who was drafted and/or signed by an NHL team, and is assigned to a development farm team. These development leagues are the American Hockey League and the ECHL. Besides these minor leagues, draft picks may continue playing for the team that they were drafted from in the Canadian Hockey League (consisting of the Ontario Hockey League, Quebec Major Junior Hockey League, and Western Hockey League), the NCAA, the United States Hockey League, various European leagues such as the Czech Extraliga, Finnish Liiga, German Deutsche Eishockey Liga, Russian Kontinental Hockey League, Slovak Extraliga, Swedish Hockey League, the Norwegian Fjordkraftligaen or Swiss National League.

Messier Trophy- The Mark Messier Leadership Award is a NHL award that recognizes an individual as a superior leader within their sport and as a contributing member of society.

Selke- The Frank J. Selke Trophy is an annual award given "to the forward who best excels in the defensive aspects of the game." The winner is selected in a poll of the Professional Hockey Writers Association at the end of the regular season.

Waivers- Waivers is an NHL labor management procedure by which an NHL team makes a professional ice hockey player's contract and rights available to all other NHL teams. Other NHL teams "waive" any claim to a player designated for assignment in the American Hockey League (AHL) or designated for release. This means another team could sign that player to their NHL team before they go to the minors.

Celly- Slang for “celebration” and refers to the expression of joy after a player scores a goal; a celly comes in many forms and can range from a fist pump to sheathing a stick as if it were a sword to belly-sliding across the ice. The degree of celly is typically correlated to the importance of the goal.

Liney- The lines in hockey refer to the different lineups that teams utilize throughout the game. Each line typically consists of three forwards, a center and two wingers on either side of the center, and two defensemen. Usually, teams field four lines of forwards and three lines of defensemen. A liney is a player on the same line.

Cross Check- Cross-checking is “The action of using the shaft of the stick between the two hands to forcefully check an opponent.”

Empty Net- Empty net goals usually occur on two occasions in ice hockey: In the final minutes of a game, if a team is within two goals, they will often pull the goalie, leaving the net defenseless, for an extra attacker, in order to have a better chance of scoring to either tie or get within one goal. OR In the case of a delayed penalty, the non-offending team will often pull their goaltender for an extra attacker in this situation as well.

Shift- A hockey shift is when a “line” takes their turn to play while the other lines take a break on the bench to rest. Each line rotates about every 45 seconds to keep the game intensity up and give players time to rest.

Holding- Holding is any action by a player that restrains an opposing player by impeding their progress whether or not they are in possession of the puck, or by such action prohibiting their ability to pass, shoot, receive, or otherwise propel the puck.

The Box- The penalty box or sin bin (sometimes called the bad box, or simply bin or box) is the area in ice hockey where a player sits to serve the time of a given penalty, for an offense not severe enough to merit outright expulsion from the game.

Powerplay- In ice hockey, a team is considered to be on a power play when at least one opposing player is serving a penalty, and the team has a numerical advantage on the ice (whenever both teams have the same number of players on the ice, there is no power play).

Shoot-out Goal- A hockey shootout is a penalty shot competition used to decide the result of a game that is tied after regulation time and is still tied at the end of overtime. In a shootout, a player starts with the puck at center ice and has a scoring opportunity 1-1 against the opposing team's goalie. The puck can only move forwards. If it moves backwards, the play is considered dead.

Gentleman’s Sweep- A gentleman's sweep is where a team wins a playoff series but loses one game leading to a 4–1 win. It is called a gentleman's sweep under the pretense that it would be rude and unsporting to embarrass a team with a 4–0 victory, so the winning team lets the other team win a game to save face.

Important References

2022 FL Panthers Primer

Matthew Tkachuk Daddy Issues

Hockey Fun Facts

Florida’s Schedule

Shiall Timeline

Dylan Strome Primer

2015 Draft Class

Matthew Tkachuk

#1dtourdeficfest #1D Tour de Fic Fest #shiall au #so much hockey #please don't laugh at my horrible photoshop skills lol look at niall on sasha's body #i spent a lot of time on the appendix please read #niall horan #shawn mendes #matthew tkachuk

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sorry so many its only bc im obsessed with you and love your brain! and really genuinely interested in how it works!

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Don't apologize, I love talking writing stuff with you!!! This did get super long, tho, so I'm putting it under a cut:

2) What is your favorite fic of yours?

I mean, the real answer is all of them, lbr, but I'm really proud of trouble at my door (the necromancer au!!) because I love the worldbuilding I did, and it's basically the first case fic I ever wrote, and fight scenes that don't lead to sex!!! And a really good sex scene, too, if I do say so myself

3) What fic of yours do you think is underrated?

Hmmm, there's a couple answers for this, one of which is trouble at my door again, lol, but probably (this one) to the grave - it's an ultra rarepair (Chris Kreider/John Tavares), but I love the werewolf worldbuilding I dit, and sometimes I think about revisiting it

4) What fic of yours were you surprised by how popular it was?

Oh, probably any Tkachuks or Hughes (or Fantilis now, I guess lol) fic that gets over like 20 kudos or more than a couple comments, tbh. I get so much pushback from fandom (anon and otherwise) about writing it that it's always weird to me if they do well in that way

6) Do you outline your fics? If so, how?

I do not usually - for a series, I'll make notes as I go so I don't Joss myself, and if there's a case (so basically, necromancer au and in death au lmaoo) I make notes about it, but usually I just have an idea - what if Thom Bordelau was a necromancer? What if Jack Eichel was a crime lord? What if Trevor Zegras was a werewolf? and on and on forever - and then I sit down and start writing it to see what happens. After a few hundred words I mostly know how I want it to end, and what happens to get there. But I don't outline it the way plotters generally do - I tried before, when I was still figuring out my process for writing, but when I do write done everything like that first I don't want to write it anymore because the story feels told to me then, and my brain's satisfied.

8) Do you take inspiration from real life? If so how do you incorporate it into your fics?

Yeah, some - I think to a certain extent every writer does, we can't help it. As for how it ends up in fics...I think it's mostly little things, like. Someone's favorite song or drink - large iced mocha, extra chocolate from DD baybee (Turcs fave btw) - the way they tilt their head to the side when they ask questions, how impatient they are with people sometimes.

I do bring a lot of sex/kink/bdsm experience to my fic, too, I think - not necessarily in the sense that I write everyone having the same kinks as me, but I've been around kink and dungeons almost my whole adult life so there's stuff I know how to write that I'm not always into, and it makes it easier to have seen it done irl, or know someone who's into whatever I'm writing.

It also means I get a lot of people poking at me, through their own fic or in my inbox, about stuff that I've written, but at least there's hardly any death threats any more, unlike when I first started writing bdsm AUs/fics 😂😂😂

14) What is something you wrote in a fic that you are hoping readers picked up on but you don't know if they did? And/or, what is something that you were excited that readers did pick up on?

Oh this is such a good question - there's a couple, really, one of which is in (take this) to your grave by the end of that fic John's a very specific kind of crazy, and I love when readers picked up on that ❤️❤️❤️ there's also a part in the godlings verse where it's explained why Auston always looks so cranky when he's in Toronto (it's because he's the son of Apollo and he loathes cold weather lol) and I love the couple people who picked up on it 💕💕💕

Thank you for asking!!!! It was alot of fun!! ❤️❤️❤️ (fic writers ask meme)

#q & a #hard4softthings #meme #my fic #fic stuff...kinda #godlings verse #necromancer au #werewolves #that's hockey baby

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nylwnder · 4 months

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HAPPY NEW YEAR SLUTS! ⋆·˚ ❥

welcome to nylwnder (2024 edition) <3 i present to you all a gift. not only because you guys are the sweetest bunch ever!!but because you deserve a little treat to start off the year! and what better than something spicy, something thirsty, just plain right horny. yes. thats how much i love you guys!

this series will be featuring my favs, which i know you also love since you brainrot with me :) the fics will be posted whenever they are ready in order to allow them each to gain traction before the next drop. dont forget to join my new taglist to be notified! im having fun writing these, and i hope you all have fun reading them! coming soon… mwah mwah!

❛ SET LIST ❜

01 ⋆ ★ ryan o’reilly

-✶ ͙˚ ༘✎ plot : with ryan’s homecoming, you wont be using those late nights waiting for the offseason or the odd visit home. ryan is now yours, at every time of the hour. so this summer, the two of you go back to the family lakehouse, as an official pair, with still so much love to share.

02 ⋆ ★ luke schenn

-✶ ͙˚ ༘✎ plot : on a warm summer day, what better than to spend it in the pool with the people you love. but when clothes are stripped over the heat and the need for the feeling of cool, hands may get in some places. which only means luke needs to remind you, you’re all his.

03 ⋆ ★ john tavares

-✶ ͙˚ ༘✎ plot : sometimes, that barley used polaroid camera was made to take pictures that doesn’t necessarily showcase the usual subjects. but the landscape is enough to capture john’s eyes, and the film serves as a perfect gift for the road. you just better hope nobody finds them on accident.

04 ⋆ ★ morgan rielly

-✶ ͙˚ ༘✎ plot : home from a road trip in the cold days of winter, a freshly cooking meal is enough to make the rest of the night cozy and warm. but innocent food fights can also lead to some heated activities.

05 ⋆ ★ auston matthews

-✶ ͙˚ ༘✎ plot : coming home to a trail of clothes is probably the best thing auston could wish for, especially after getting another hattrick this season. not only do you bring warmth to his cold apartment, you’re lying there perfectly, waiting to be all his for the night.

06 ⋆ ★ michael bunting

-✶ ͙˚ ༘✎ plot : entering the new year with your partner is the way to go. but acting bratty to bunts during a competitive game of pool between the boys, isnt the way to go. so at the strike of midnight, there will definitely be some “entering” in one way or another.

07 ⋆ ★ william nylander

-✶ ͙˚ ༘✎ plot : as a local dog walker, there’s a certain pair of pups that own your heart — as well as their daddy. but since he’s your boss, that means the blonde is off limits. or one would think. but when you get in a muddy mess, you wouldn’t mind the offered help.

✧.*❥｡˚⁀➷ tagging some moots! @shoot-the-puck , @11livpangburn , @donttelltheelff , @domi-max , @spine-buster , @broadstbroskis , @2manytabsopen , @boqvistsbabe , @bunting27 , @ilyasorokinn , @harlowhockeystick , @couldawouldashoulda50 , @fallinallincurls , @p1tstop , @sweetiet , @mattyhatty , @bambina-daydreamer , @equallyshaw , @bedsyandco , @wyattjohnston , @catboygiroux

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