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Lazy Sunday

Prompt: Lazy couch sex with Freddie For: @squilliamnylander Warnings & Tags: NSFW, some fluff, mild cockwarming, was not beta-ed because it’s late-thirty Word Count: 1136

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Hey Riley! Any imagine recs? I love all of your work!!

thank you!! xo an incomplete list of some of my current favs:

sfw:

this nolan patrick soulmate au by @andremarcusburky

this amazing 2 part roommates/friends to lovers with gabriel landeskog (part 2 is nsfw) by @slimbojimbo

the ten day war - william nylander by @whockeywhore (slight nsfw in the last chapter)

spiderman - with nolan patrick by @andremarcusburky

age - with frederik andersen by @ronaldhainsey

nsfw:

literally anything by char @morganfrederickrielly

the pierre luc dubois “home for the holidays” series by @jveseys

this incredible josh anderson + zach werenski threesome by @povverbottoms

this incredible zach werenski morning sex smut also by @povverbottoms

thigs - william nylander by @knifeshoerpf

teach you with andre burakovsky by @squidcrosby

worth the wait with auston matthews by @hockeywritingcollective

i also have a fic rec tag on my blog, which you can scroll through here

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You Can Strip Down Without Showing Skin - Auston Matthews

Summary: You’re tired of Auston’s cool guy front he has with you and his friends. It’s angsty. It’s Fluffy. Its both ALL IN ONE.

word count: 1.8k

warnings: swearing. angst. poorly edited by myself.

a/n: I’m writing this because I don’t want to leave you all high and dry while im on vacation. I’ll still be blogging, but not writing. Thanks for being patient. For the next 10-ish days. Let Me Know What You Think:) also this isn’t great lololol (i couldnt get anyone to help me LOL)

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Fist Fights || Auston

Gif credit: @brandoncarlo

Requested by: Anon

Word count: 6.2k(holy fuck, can we talk about this)

Side note: I’m literally begging for feedback

Warnings: Drinking, cussing, mild smut

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*this is also a prequel to Heavenly - so read that after!

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TITLE: Mini Heart Attack WORD COUNT: 1,321 PLAYER: David Pastrnak SUMMARY: You come home early from a study group and David sits you down to have A Talk.  NOTE: Hi guys!!!!! Before I get into it all I just gotta say some things because I dont want any confusion or whatever. Basically I’m really new to the nhl and players and all that, so my take of personalities is not the greatest on account of I dont really know anyone well enough yet. I’ve also never written anything before. This is probably all a mess but I’ve been thinking about this thing with David for like a few days and I just HAD to write it so!!! Lmao if it’s shit you can tell me on anon and we’ll forget this ever happened 👀

The idea of leaving study group early to go home and lay on the couch with David was such a great idea, until the reality sets in of dragging your overstuffed back from where you parked, two houses away, up to the front door. You all but kick it into the door, making a horrific cracking sound. There goes the surprise entry. 

You unlock the door and kick the book bag into it, which pushes the door wide open. Suddenly there's a thud and some rustling, and then there's David. He pushes your bag away from the door, allowing it to shut, and wraps you into his Classic Cuddle. You wrap your arms around of as much of him as you can before you just start clinging to his shirt for dear life, his weird swaying suddenly rocking your both into the wall. Neither of you put an arm out to brace for impact, mostly because you cant see and if you let go of his shirt you'll probably fall over.

David pulls back, smiling at you like he's waiting for you to give him something. You smile back, quickly rushing through your last conversation double checking you didn’t promise to stop off for anything. "We need to have a kitchen meeting," David says. "As friends." You laugh, a bit worried, but mostly relieved that you hadn't forgotten anything. You're about to question him on what the talk is going to be about, but notice he's going into the lounge room and not the kitchen. You grab the strap of your book bag and drag it into the lounge room behind him, attempting to fling it up onto the chair. It doesn’t work, of course, and your books fall out onto the floor. One book comes out with enough speed that when it hits the planter pot beside the chair the whole plant shakes and David looks at it concerned. God forbid you hurt James. The plant was yours coming into the relationship, the name came from David after you left him in charge of plant care while you went home for the weekend. All weekend you heard about the movie marathons, the pizza night, the gossiping with his friend James. You were pretty excited about this new friend, not as excited to be in your lounge room shaking 'hands' with James. On one hand you were realising you really were in love and on the other, you were realising David really needed more friends.  "What's up, my friend?" You ask David, hoping to this time get a hint. 'Friend Meetings' were something you two had started when David was going through some things with his friends. It was a way of removing the relationship from the conversation, taking the pressure off honest advice. He didn't want you to hug him and tell him it was all going to be ok, he wanted you to be honest and tell him he fucked up, badly, and that maybe some things cant be fixed. You walk through to the kitchen and he follows behind. You sit at the island bench in the middle of the kitchen and David leaves a chair between the two of you. David leans forward onto the counter and starts tapping his fingers.  "I couldn't stop thinking about someone today," David starts and suddenly your urge to start laughing stops. Maybe this is more serious than you though. Maybe you're about to be mad. "Long dark hair, weird laugh, this girl," he continues. You can't help but look down at yourself, your blonde hair skimming your shoulders. Maybe leaving study group early to lay on the couch with David was a horrible idea. "David," you say, pausing mainly because you really are speechless. There was no signs that David had been with anyone else. He'd been his usual self. Constantly had a hand on you, always trying to make out, trying to spend every second with you. Just last week he'd turned up to your study group with a pile of sports magazines. Though after ten minutes of him laughing at the moustaches he'd drawn on the British swimming team you'd convinced him this was a girls only study group. "I was thinking about her while you were out, thinking about running my fingers through her hair," he says. He's looking at you, but his face is blank. He doesn’t look sad, or sorry, or even upset. Maybe he's practised this a thousand times, now well rehearsed on the big confession.  You look down at your lap where you hands are frantically rubbing the fabric of your dress against your thumb nails.  "David," you say again, still with nothing else to say. You can’t bring yourself to look over at him again. "Then I was thinking about how beautiful she looked when she came home one day with her hair cut short," he says, and you can hear the change in his voice. You still refuse to look up at him, but now you're suspicious.  "Then all of a sudden I come home from a game away and this beautiful girl has blonde hair," he's laughing now, reaching out for you. Without a second thought you smack his arms away, his laugh filling the kitchen.  "I hate you, SO much," you say, trying to lean away from him as he stands up and drags your chair towards him. "I really just nearly had a heart attack David!"  He squishes you into his chest as he kisses the top of your head and you can feel him shaking with laughter he's trying to suppress.  "I was looking at pictures from when we met and you looked so beautiful and then I remembered when you cut your hair and you were like," he opens his mouth and flops his tongue out to the side, rolling his eyes around. "Oh god so beautiful, my beautiful girlfriend the model," he says, still acting like he didn’t just attempt to send you into cardiac arrest.  "David," you try to start, but he cuts you off with The Face. The Fish Face to be precise. It's his favourite thing to do to your face, besides fuck it. He cups your cheeks and squishes them together, your lips sticking out like fish lips. He gently kisses them before releasing your cheeks a bit, but keeping his hands on your face. "I love you, so much David, but you really test me." You're trying to sound tough but you know it's not working. Mostly it's The Fish Face that's ruining your attempt at a tough girl image.  "I love you too, obviously," he says, squishing your cheeks again and kissing your Fish Lips. The kiss is bit harder this time and you lean up into it, his hands releasing again.  You pull back, looking up at him. "You know what my next colour is going to be?" "Tell me," he says, squishing your cheeks again. "Goddamn grey if you keep doing this to me," you say, trying to scrunch your brow. Another attempt at a tough girl image foiled by The Fish Face.  "Silver is a fast colour," he kisses your lips gently before speaking again. "Think of how fast you might run!" he says, one more kiss after. You try to blow a raspberry but The Fish Face will only allow for a bit of dribble to bubble out of your mouth and start making its way down your chin. David, in true David form, licks it up and kisses you one last time before he's gone, laughing his way back into the lounge room. You slowly pull yourself off the chair and peak around into the lounge room, looking for your favourite weirdo.  He's flat on his back sprawled out on the couch, patting his chest and wiggling his eyebrows. Now this is what you came home early for. He spreads his legs to make room for you as you smile, mostly to yourself, because you really are in love. 

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permission.

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requested? no but y’all deserve it for being so patient. 

summary! you and tyler are best friends. turns out you’re pretty good at fucking each other too. who knew?  

warnings! smut, swearing, oral sex, actual sex, just. nsfw. please don’t hate me it’s literally porn

word count! 3487.

authors note! so as y’all know it’s been a really rough time for me and this was lowkey cathartic so have this. also thank you for being patient. i also hope you don’t hate this. it’s really dirty. dirtier than anything i’ve written. i’m just gonna go hide. pls enjoy!!! 

 It was a normal Saturday night. You were at Tyler’s, watching movies and stuffing yourselves with pizza. 

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Auston Matthews Imagine Masterpost

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Had to remake my masterpost because I changed my blog url and Tumblr wouldn’t allow me to go into my original post and edit. 

 Also, this took me about three times longer to make than it should have because I was rereading all the asks that you all had sent from when I started and all throughout the entire AM story. And honestly it just made me emotional because I had been so terrified, and I mean TERRIFIED to put my writing on here and now I’m just like “I didn’t edit this before I posted it, message me if there’s a big error.” On one hand that’s just me being lazy af, but on the other hand, I’ve become so comfortable posting on here and comfortable with all of you that I don’t fear any negative feedback and I just never thought I would be like that in writing. 

Truly, from the bottom of my heart, thank you for these last six months (holy ef six months!)  I would write a lot more and get a lot more emotional and dramatic, but I’m really tired. Maybe another time. 

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Auston Matthews - Late Nights

Part One / Part Two*

Word Count: 2,956

Warnings: Language

A/N: This story is based off a true story so it’s very personal to me. Obviously tweaked because I’m from NY not SWE.  I love it and I hope you do too! ♥

“Come on” She said. “It’ll be fun!” She said.

Your lifelong friend Stephanie somehow convinced you to run away to some cabin in the middle of nowhere Canada with her boyfriend and his teammates. This isn’t the first time she dragged you somewhere with the group of boys but after you arrived, you sure wished it was your last.

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Auston Matthews #4

Requested by @verywell-fandango​ : One where x is a female hockey player and she goes on a date with auston to an ice rink and they play together if you can of course

Warnings: pain, cussing, and sexual tension

Word count: 3194

Author’s note: It’s a pretty long one Idk there is just something about Auston Matthews that brings out the most creative in me. I love writing stories about the main character playing hockey. Thank you so much for the awesome request.

You finally made your move to Toronto. You had just been traded from the the Calgary Inferno of the CWHL (Canadian Women Hockey League) to the Markham Thunder. It was a blessing and although all trades suck, you weren’t too mad about it. Your boyfriend was Auston Matthews, the star player of the Toronto Maple Leafs. You were finally going to be close to him again.

You had a very similar upbringing as Auston. You had grown up in Arizona, and you were 3 years old when you went to your first hockey game. It was an LA Kings game and you fell in love with the sport. When you were about 12 years old, it was obvious that you were excelling in this sport. Because the hockey culture in Phoenix on the the woman’s side was a bit underdeveloped, and to ensure that you kept growing in the sport, your parents made the transition to have you play in the boys league. That’s where you met Auston. You had played with him and his team for almost 4 years. At the beginning the two of you just clicked on the ice. It was obvious who the best on the team was. Like on most hockey teams, you became best friends with your line mates, but more specifically Auston. When Auston was drafted into the Juniors at 16, it was finally time for you two to separate paths in the hockey world. It was then that you made him promise that when he got to the NHL draft that he had to bring you.

You finished high school early at 17 and got recruited to go to school and play at an NCAA college, while also playing for the Woman USA national teams. Although Auston and you went separate ways, you still kept in touch and cheered for each other no matter where you were. While Auston was in Zurich you were finishing up at the University of Minnesota. You were young compared to everyone else, but it was all apart of the plan. You were a fast paced person and wanted to reach your goals as fast as possible hence why the graduating early. After your team won the National Championship, you were ready to move on. Taking summer school and playing your heart out for your school led you to be recognized in the women’s hockey world. Auston was proud of you, and when he realized that he was going to be picked in the first round of the NHL draft, he invited you, keeping his promise.

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DM: A. Matthews I FLUFFY SMUT

(and a little bit of angst)

Word count: 6,762

Smut: Yes

Summary: You and Auston are not official yet, but he’d invited you to watch one of their games. You’re sat all alone in the crowd when Auston goes flying into the glass and ends up being skated off the ice by his teammates - you’re worried out of your mind when all of a sudden a message from one of Auston’s teammates pops up in your instagram DM’s. 

Author’s note: Fuuuck, been working on this for a while now and now I’m finally done! Hope you like it. As always, feedback is always appreciated and my requests are open. 

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You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. You struggled to get it out of your pocket fast enough, hoping that it might be Auston texting you that he was okay. That it was nothing to worry about. You looked at your screen, quickly realising that it was just an instagram notification. You sighed and pulled your feet up to your chest as people were walking past your seat to use the restroom or get snacks while they waited for the third period to start. Your phone vibrated again, and you moved your attention back to the bright screen. Another instagram notification. You looked closer this time, noticing the username that popped up for the second time in just a few seconds. “@frederikandersen31 has sent you a message.” 

You frowned and quickly moved your thumb over the screen, typing your code to open your phone, going straight for your instagram dm’s. “Auston told me that you were coming to the game tonight. The team doc told me he kept asking for you,” read the first message. The next one “are you here?”. As you were collecting your thoughts, another message popped up. “Where are you sat? I can send someone to come get you,” the latest message said. “Fuck,” you mumbled to yourself as you scrambled to message him back, putting your feet back on the floor like a normal person. “Yes, please. I’m in section 102, row 13, seat 1,” you messaged him back. You let out a deep breath, a breath that you’d been holding since Auston had been sent flying into the plexiglass. You didn’t stop worrying though, you didn’t know if I was okay yet, but at least he was asking for you. It was something. And it must mean that he was conscious. Right?

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all the small things | auston matthews

Note: I wrote a thing and here it is?? I’m kinda nervous to post this so any and all feedback is appreciated - whether it’s positive or constructive criticism. 

Word Count: 4.8k

Rating: some nsfw y’all, but not a lot

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The Ties That Bind (Auston Matthews)

Part 1/3

Warnings: NSFW, cheating, angst, cursing

Word Count: ~5.8k

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Auston Matthews - Underestimated

Word Count: 1526

Warnings: One curse word?

Request: Hello, it’s the anon that asked if your requests were open. Would you mind doing an Auston Matthews imagine Where he tries to teach the girl to play baseball but she already knows and shows him up or something like that? If not that’s okay.

A/N: I used to play softball so I actually really liked writing this one! I hope you like it as well!

You were currently lying in bed scrolling through your phone as the bright Arizona sun bled through the window. It was currently off season and Auston invited you to his hometown to reside at his old house. You loved hanging out with him and his family so you didn’t hesitate to agree to the trip.

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Auston Matthews - Out Of Sight Masterlist

Word Count: 5,416

- Part One

- Part Two

- Part Three

- Part Four

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Auston Matthews - Just Friends Masterlist

Word Count: 11,108

- Part One

- Part Two

- Part Three

- Part Four

- Part Five

- Part Six

- Part Seven

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Jealousy - A.M

A/N: so I thought I lost all of this because Tumblr is a bitch but I fucking saved it because im a straight savage

Plot: your relationship with Auston is a bit unclear and you’re kind of fuck buddies but you like him, then he gets jealous when some dude is talking to you and blabla you know the usual stuff because I don’t know what originality is

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The night you first met Auston it had been pretty clear what it was. He took you to his place at about 3AM after you’d been glancing at each other in a club for ages. He had eventually come up to you with the most decisive look you’d ever seen. It took him a few simple words and you were gone, just like that. But you were a one night stand, at least for that night. It was one hell of a night though.

A month later you’d met again, at a bar this time. Mitch had recognized you from across the room, you and Auston then proceeded to exchange looks throughout the night before you finally went home with him again. The sex was even better that time.

The next morning Auston had saved your number, and the two-time thing became a booty call. And for about three months, you had been just fine with it. But then came month number four, which was one month ago now, and things were different.

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Can I get a “ Why are you naked? ” imagine with Auston Matthews? Thanks

“Babe, why are—not that I’m complaining but why are you naked?”

You groaned, loudly and unattractively. The iced tea in your hand wasn’tas refreshing as you wanted it to be and the air conditioning was barely eventaking the edge off.

“It’s so fucking hot,” youcomplained stretching out on the couch. The less your body parts were touchingthe better.

Auston’s smirk irked you and if you had been able to move you would havetried to physically wipe it off of his face.

“It’s only going to get hotter.”

“No that’s not possible. It literally cannot get hotter, Auston, or I’mgoing to melt. I’ve already melted.”

Auston sat down beside you and you recoiled as his jeaned leg touchedyour bare one.

“It’s so hot. Too hot. I don’t want anyone to touch me until I’m back inToronto where the weather is normal.”

Auston laughed and grabbed the remote for the air conditioner, loweringthe temperature and increasing the fan. His hand dropped to your knee,squeezing once before slowly moving upwards.

“No,” you persisted, taking his hand and lifting it. “I’m not kidding.Nobody is getting laid while it’s forty fucking degrees every day.”

“A hundred degrees.”

“No,” you whined. “It’s toohot to argue about this. You’re just wrong.”