#toronto maple leafs

[freshlybakedfandoms]

hello leafs blr i am making a powerpoint for my friend who is not into hockey to teach her about the toronto maple leafs!! i want to do a niche leafs lore storytime section sprinkled throughout so please tell me ur fav bits of leafs lore

[sleepycremebrulee]

Gavin McKenna training with his boy Ryder Ritchie

[adrianistrying]

mitch marner would travel back in time to see Freddie Mercury live. famously queer icon Freddie Mercury.

I'm sure he fucking would.

being a part of THE hockey divorce of the last decade, all while having rampant gay or bi etc. rumors about, and saying this is lowkey funny as hell. like, yeah. of fucking course you would.

[5thliner]

maple leafs WILL be coming down 🍁

*whispers* in more than one way

[bedsysbed]

just watched a vid with mitch + the vegas guys and he was cracking jokes the whole time but everyone was ignoring him. i just KNOW he was thinking "damn auston would've laughed at that"

[regularseason]

[missmisconduct]

Hi! I was wondering if you could write Easton Cowan fic! Where him and reader have only been dating for a little while and invites her to a game and dinner and he realizes he’s falling for them or something like that 💙

Our sweet little leaf!!

This released accidentally because I forgot to re-schedule it lmao, I´ll leave it up since it´s already out, but this is NOT part of the 1k follower special.

Falling for you – Easton Cowan

The first time Easton invited you to one of his games, he tried to act all casual about it.

“Only if you want to come,” he said over FaceTime, shrugging like it wasn’t a big deal. “No pressure.”

You laughed. “Easton, you´ve mentioned it three times this week.”

“I have not.”

“You absolutely have.”

He grinned, but the look on his face told you that you caught him straight up. “Okay, maybe I have. I just thought it would be nice.”

You and Easton had only been dating for about two months.

It was still new enough that you both got nervous before seeing each other and still new enough that every goodbye felt a little awkward because neither of you really knew whether to hug first of kiss first.

But it was good.

And when he asked you to come to his game, you could tell he genuinely wanted you there.

So, you said yes.

----

The day of the game, Easton texted you three times before lunch.

Easton: Made it to the rink

Easton: Don’t laugh if I fall.

Easton: Actually, laugh a little. Just not too much.

You smiled at your phone.

I No promises.

His reply came almost instantly.

Easton: Traitor.

----

By the time you arrived at the arena, your stomach was full of nerves.

You had never watched him play in person before. Sure, you had watched games on the tv and you had seen clips and highlights and listened to him talk about games, but this felt different.

You found your seat and texted him immediately.

I Made it to my seat.

Easton: Good.

Then another message shortly after.

Easton: I´m nervous now.

You laughed out loud.

I You´ve done this like a million times.

Easton: yeah, but not with you here.

That made your cheeks warm.

----

The game itself went by quicky.

You found yourself getting completely caught up in it.

Every time Easton jumped over the boards, you paid attention.

You didn’t know all the rules yet, but you knew enough to understand when he made a good play and every once in a while, you caught him looking toward your section.

Not long looks, just quick glances, but they made you smile every time.

The Leafs won, and the crowd erupted around you.

I Good job, superstar.

His response came ten minutes later.

Easton: Don’t call me that.

Then a second later.

Easton: Okay, maybe call me that once.

You laughed.

----

After the game, he met you outside wearing a hoodie and a baseball cap pulled low over his hair.

The second he spotted you, his entire face changed.

It softened, like seeing you instantly made him relax.

“There you are,” he said.

“Good game,” you repeated your text from earlier.

He smiled. “Thanks.”

Without thinking, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his side as you walked.

Neither of you said anything about it, but you noticed how he didn’t let go.

He had already made dinner reservations for the two of you at a small restaurant nearby.

Nothing fancy just somewhere quiet.

By the time he sat down, he looked exhausted.

“You okay?” you asked quietly.

“Yeah.”

“You sure?”

He laughed softly. “I always crash after games, when the adrenaline lays off.”

“Then why did you plan dinner=”

His expression looked almost confused. “Because I wanted to see you.”

“You´ve already seen me.”

“Not really.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“I was playing hockey, that’s different.”

The waitress came by, and you both ordered.

Once she left, Easton rested his arms on the table. “I´m glad you came.”

“I´m glad you invited me.”

He smiled. “I kept looking for you.”

“I´ve noticed.”

His ears turned a slight shade of pink. “You noticed that?”

“You weren’t being very subtle.”

“I thought I was.”

“You definitely weren’t.”

He groaned dramatically and covered his face with his hands. “This is embarrassing.”

You laughed. “I thought it was cute.”

He peeked at you through his fingers. “Cute?”

“Very cute.”

“Okay, I can live with very cute.”

----

Dinner was easy.

You talked about everything that came to your mind.

The game. A movie you watched the night before. Stories from your childhood.

Nothing really important, but somehow it felt important anyway.

Halfway through dinner, you noticed Easton staring at you.

“What?” you laughed.

“Nothing.”

“Easton.”

He smiled. “Nothing. Just looking.”

“That´s suspicious.”

He laughed. “I know.”

But even after that, he kept doing it.

Looking at you when you were talking. Smiling at things that weren’t even funny. Listening so closely that you started getting shy.

Eventually, you pointed your fork at him. “Seriously, why do you keep looking at me like that?”

He blinked. “Like what?”

“Like I´ve grown a second head.”

He laughed. “You definitely haven’t.”

“Then what?”

For a second, he seemed to think about making a joke, but he shrugged instead. “I don’t know.”

“You do know.”

He looked down at his glass. “I just like being around you.”

Your heart skipped. “You do?”

“Obviously.”

“No, I know that. But…”

He interrupted with a smile. “I really like being around you.”

There was something different in his voice. Something softer.

You smiled back. “I really like being around you too.”

He relaxed immediately, like he had been nervous to say it.

----

The rest of dinner passed with more teasing and laughter.

When you finally left the restaurant, the night air was cool.

Easton walked you to your car but neither of you seemed to be in a hurry to say goodbye.

You leaned against the door while he stood in front of you with his hands in his pockets.

“Thanks for tonight,” you said.

“Thank you for coming.”

“I had a lot of fun.”

“Me too.”

Neither if you moved.

Easton smiled. “We´re really bad at saying goodbye.”

“We are.”

He stepped closer. “Can I kiss you?”

You laughed softly. “You don’t have to ask, you´ve kissed me before.”

“Yeah, but I just want to make sure.”

You reached up and touched the brim of his cap. “Yes, you can kiss me.”

He smiled before leaning down.

When he pulled back after, he stayed close enough that your noses almost touched.

“I missed you this week,” he admitted quietly.

“We saw each other before you left for Chicago, and then immediately the day after you came back.”

“I know, not often enough though,” he groaned.

“That´s dramatic.”

“I´m aware.”

You laughed. “But I missed you too.”

His smile returned.

That smile, the one that always looked so genuine.

“So…” he started. “Can I ask when I get to see you again, or is that too clingy?”

“Depends.”

“On what?”

“How clingy are we talking?”

He pretended to think. “Texting you in ten minutes to say I already miss you.”

You burst out laughing. “Easton!”

“I´m kidding.” He paused. “Mostly.”

You shook your head. “Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

His face brightened immediately. “Really?”

“Yeah, really.”

“Good.”

You smiled. “Good?”

“Very good.”

He kissed your forehead before stepping back. “Drive safe.”

“You too.”

He waited while you got int your car and even after you started the engine, he stayed there, hands in his pockets, smiling like an idiot.

----

On the drive home, your phone buzzed at a red light.

You already knew who it was.

Easton: Made it exactly seven minutes.

Easton: Miss you already.

I You´re ridiculous.

Easton: Yeah, but I like you a lot, so I think that´s your problem now.

You stared at the message for a moment, smiling to yourself and somewhere across town, sitting alone in his car, Easton was doing the same.

Because sometime between nervous first dates, random texts, and looking for you in the crowd tonight, he had realized something.

He was falling for you.

[missmisconduct]

Congratulations on 1k!! Can i request smut prompt 10? With Stolarz

Show me - Anthony Stolarz

prompt: finding their partner’s sex toy/toys and making them play with it in front of them

pairing: Anthony Stolarz x female!reader

warnings: NSFW!! masturbation with sex toy (vibrator), making yourself cum, watching partner masturbate (consensual), dirty talk

take part in my 1k followers celebration HERE.

----

When you hid your vibrator in the bottom drawer of your nightstand, behind a box filled with old photos and covered by a bunch of paper that was somewhat relevant to something, but you didn’t know what, you really expected that your boyfriend would never find it.

You hadn’t told Anthony that you had it in the first place. It mostly helped you through lonely nights when he was on the road and the urge was too big to wait until he got back home to relieve the pressure within your stomach.

You were relaxing on the couch when it happened, one arm thrown around the dog, the other one holding a book that you were only paying half attention too. The sun was beaming through the large windows of your Toronto home.

It was early September now. Not late enough that Anthony was back to having team obligations, but early enough that his presence was warranted in the city. He had been upstairs for a while now, looking for God knows what. The smell of the coffee you had earlier was still lingering in the air.

You were soaking in the remaining days you had together before he was fully occupied by the season again.

“Hey, babe!” sounded from upstairs right as you wanted to get up to make yourself another mug.

“What´s up?” you shouted back.

“Can you come up here for a second?”

You rolled your eyes, because you knew that it was probably something stupid, he was calling you up for. Maybe he hadn’t found whatever he was looking for and now needed your help, or he took something from somewhere and didn’t know where to put it again.

It took you a minute before you found enough motivation to get up from the couch and actually make your way upstairs.

When you reached the bedroom door he was sitting on the bed, looking at you with dark, almost hooded eyes.

“What´s up?”

He didn’t say anything at first, just rose his eyebrows in a silent question. Then you spotted something small and purple next to him on the bed and your heart stopped. Your gaze shot from the device to him then back to the device before you opened your mouth, but nothing came out.

“Hey, baby,” he chuckled. “Anything you want to tell me?”

Your mouth opened again. “I…” you paused, considering what you would actually say to him now. “I can explain?” but it came out more like a question.

He chuckled again, before getting up and walking over to you. His large palm found your hip, pulling you flush against him. He was clearly turned on by what he had found.

“I´d love to hear that,” he mumbled against your temple. “Why does my girlfriend have sex toys hidden from me when I could use them to make her experience even more pleasurable?” He voiced his thoughts.

You were stunned by that confession. Most boyfriends you had before him were horrified by the thought of having anything but their dick in the bedroom when you had sex. The idea of using toys to make your experience even better hurt their ego so much you never even thought about asking them and here you were now.

“It´s not for that,” you mumbled but since he was standing so close he heard every word anyways.

“For what is it then, babe?” The look on his face told you he knew exactly when you were using it. “Maybe for when you´re all alone and you´re too turned on to wait for me to come home and you just have to do something about it?” Your thighs clenched at the thought of the last time you used the tiny device.

Anthony had been at one of his summer training sessions when he sent a sweaty selfie from the locker room after. He looked so hot in it that you had to make yourself cum looking at it. Hips buckling at the idea of it being his fingers that brought you to your high and not something battery powered.

“You have no idea how turned on I get thinking about you playing with yourself while I´m away.” He took your hand and carefully placed it on his growing bulge in his sweatpants. “You don’t need to explain anything to me, baby. I get it.”

No, he didn’t, but you didn’t call him out on it.

He leaned down until his mouth was level with your ear. “Show me.”

Goosebumps spread over your entire body in one smooth movement and for one second you weren’t even sure if you had heard him correctly.

“What?” you breathed wetness already pooling between your legs.

Anthony leaned back again, eyes dark with desire. “Show me what you do when I´m not here.”

You swallowed hard at the confirmation of what you had already expected the first time he said it. “You…what…?” you still whispered.

He chuckled, the sound low. “Make yourself come while I watch you, baby.” Then he leaned down and captured your lips in a passionate kiss. Your hand was still at his hard cock which was twitching in your grip at every word he just said.

You swallowed again, before a wave of confidence rushed through your body, giving you all that you needed to actually follow his request. You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned back to look him in the eyes. “So, you want to watch me?”

He nodded in confirmation.

“Watching means no touching,” you reminded him.

A groan left him, but he nodded again.

“Okay, sit down,” you ordered, nodding to the chair that sat in one corner of the room. You had only put it there because the room had looked empty without it, but now you were thankful for it. “And take your shirt off.”

“Yes, ma´am.” He pulled the fabric over his head and threw it somewhere across the room.

The view had you lick your lips before you reached for the edge of your shirt and pulled it over your head as well. He threw his head back in extasy when he was faced with your naked chest, hands twitching to reach out and touch them, but you took a step back. “No touching,” you reminded.

You massaged your breasts for a second, nipples hardening from the sensation. Then you gripped your shorts and panties and pulled both of them down in one smooth motion. You let his eyes wander over your now naked body for a second before stepping back toward the bed, slowly lowering yourself onto the mattress.

“Fuck, look at you,” he mumbled behind you.

“Shhhhh,” you whispered.

He closed his mouth but swallowed hard. He wasn’t used to you being commanding in the bedroom, but he was clearly enjoying every second of being the one being bossed around for once.

When you had settled against the headrest of the bed you spread your legs. The image of being fully on display to him right now sent another rush of wetness straight to your core and you had to bite your lip to not moan out loud just at the thought.

“Fucking stunning, babe,” he hissed, clearly at the edge of his restraint already.

One of your hands started moving from your breasts over your stomach until it reached your pussy and settled at our clit carefully. You moved it in a few slow circles, throwing your head back at the sensation.

The idea of being watched by him made everything feel a lot more intense than when he wasn’t in the room. Still, you didn’t completely give into the pleasure yet.

You reached for the tiny deceive that was still laying where Anthony had left it a few minutes ago and you could see him bite the inside of his cheek to not do something to ruin the experience, he was about to have.

You gave yourself another few circles with your hand before taking it away from your clit again and licking the fingers clean in one smooth motion. “I usually imagine it´s your fingers,” you said.

He groaned. “Don´t tell me shit like that when I can´t touch you, baby.”

“Oh nooo,” you mocked. “Poor guy only gets to watch. Now, imagine what it has to be like for me when you leave me to myself all the time and I have to get myself off only to the thought of you.”

He groaned again, throwing his head back in frustration.

“Now, watch,” you whispered. “But if you look away, you leave and I finish this alone, understand?” you had no idea where this sudden confidence came from, maybe having this large man completely at your mercy did something to you that you never experienced before. You loved it.

When the vibrator touched your clit for the first time you threw your head back in pleasure and a loud moan left your lips. The vibrations were not on the highest setting yet but the anticipation and the tension that was in the room had already put you on high alert. “Shit…” you hissed when the device reached the most sensitive spot.

You slowly moved it up and down your clit to gain more sensation while your hips buckled off the bed whenever another wave of pleasure rushed through you. Everything about this was hot in ways you had never experienced before.

When you looked up again his eyes were fixated on your pussy with a hunger that you had never seen from him before. His hands were fisted at his sides, clenched together so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Seeing him having to restrain himself like this urged you on even more, so you added two fingers to the equation. First, you softly ran them along your pussy lips, toying with your entrance while the vibrations ran through you like little shock waves. Then you carefully entered them into you and curled them at the exact right angle. “Fuck…” you cursed. “Just like that, Anthony.”

The use of his name had his head snap up. “Baby,” he growled.

“So good,” you kept going. “Making me come with your fingers and tongue.”

At this point you were so lost in the pleasure that you almost forgot that he was watching you. The coil in your stomach was already dangerously close to snapping when you pressed the little button on the vibrator, setting it to the highest setting.

A low curse left his mouth at the sight, but you were too lightheaded to fully register it. “Make me come, baby,” you whispered.

Your eyes stayed closed as you pressed the vibrator deeper into your clit to finally reach that high that had been building for a few minutes. Your fingers worked in tandem with the movement, curling at just the right angle inside you, almost brushing that spot that made your see stars.

When you moved the vibrator up a little it was over and you were sent over the edge with an intensity that had black dots dancing through your vision for a few seconds, back arching off the bed while a gush of wetness rushed out of you and onto the bed. The call of his name the last thing that left your mouth.

You didn’t even have time to feel embarrassed about it because your high was still rushing through you so intensely that you could do anything but try to control your breathing and ride it out with the vibrator still between your legs.

Your mind completely blacked out on Anthony still being there only being reminded when your hand that was still pressing the device to your clit was forcefully removed and a large body climbed over you.

“That was the hottest fucking thing I´ve ever seen in my life,” he growled against your ear. “The image of you making yourself come will keep me alive on the road for the entire season.”

His hand moved to cup your pussy that was still clenching from your intense orgasm. “Making me watch was torture, and you will pay for that now, baby.”

“You asked for this,” you reminded him, still out of breath.

“I did, but I had no idea that you would make me watch only.” He lowered his mouth to your ear again. “I need to remind you of who´s in charge, my love.”