Argumental Hockey

Back in 2019, it was revealed that this pos decided in the dead of night with a group of men to sneak up on a security guard who happened to be a woman and pretend to break into her car. The woman was rightfully upset and tried to explain to the group that she has severe ptsd from serving in the military, so what did Auston do? He decided to laugh in her face then proceeded to pull his pants down and moon her. The woman knew who Auston was but didn't want it to become a big story for him because all she wanted was an apology, so she decided to show up at his family home. When she informed his father of the incident, he proceeded to call her a liar and shut the door in her face. The woman then sent Auston's parents the video of the incident, to which his family never replied. The woman then decided she was going to go to the police. Auston ended up dodging multiple police calls for questioning. In the fallout from this, Auston, his parents and his agent then proceeded to try to cover up this incident from the Toronto Maple Leafs organization so that Auston would be named captain of the Leafs. Unfortunately for the Matthews family, a Habs fan uncovered this. He did all this as a fully grown 22-year-old man, by the way. THIS is who Auston Matthews is. He was raised to be an entitled, arrogant piece of shit.

During the 4 nations faced off, when Trump called the US team and joked about annexing Canada, this was the face of the captain of the Toronto Maple Leafs.

A nice little smile on his smug, entitled face. THIS is who Auston Matthews is.

Not a single person should be shocked by this man's actions these past few days. He has shown us that that's who he is for YEARS.

I'm from Ontario, I grew up a Leafs fan my entire life and would go to school and be bullied for it, and I have to tell you that the thought of winning a cup with this man on my team wearing the C disgusts me. For years, I have watched the Leafs organization bend over backwards to kiss this man's ass and appease him by giving him whatever he wants because they are so scared of losing him. I used to sit and watch every single Leafs game in full. I would plan my schedule around theirs, but ever since they named this man captain, I can't stomach sitting there and watching him on the ice. It truly disgusts me.

Summary: Luke in a sling isn’t exactly what you’d quite imagined. It’s laughter, it’s sadness, but it’s all Luke, but you don’t plan to up and leave anytime soon.

Warnings: cursing, mostly fluff but some angst, Luke being sad, shitty ending

Requested: Yes, celly prompt! “11 (washing their hair), 20 (helping them shave), 34 (helping them get dressed when their arm's in a sling) together with either a mix of all three genres or just fluff with luke hughes”

Word count: 1.7k

Luke’s injury was hard on him. And you knew it was.

But it weighed on you as well. Seeing him not at full capacity and seeing how little he could do sometimes made you sad. Not sad in a depressing way, like a sad ‘you wanted to cry’ way.

But sad in a frustrated way. Sad in a way that said ‘I want to do something I've always done but I can’t’.

It was hard to see, and you never knew what mood he was going to be in.

It was just like any other morning, slow, calm, pleasant. You were sitting at the kitchen table, typing away at your laptop’s keyboard, entering data into the spreadsheet to prepare for your Monday meeting at work. Luke was in the bedroom, getting ready for dinner with his friends.

You were sitting in your dress, waiting on Luke. You're about to start typing an email for work.

“Babe?” Luke yells from the bedroom.

You roll your eyes, but get up to make your way to him anyway.

“Yes my love?” you sing-song as you walk into the bathroom off of the bedroom. He's standing there, his sling half undone, pants on but shirt thrown on the floor. “What's wrong?”

“Can you help me shave?” he asks, holding up his razor, one cheek sloppily covered in shaving cream.

“You look ridiculous. But yes. I will,” you say through laughter, grabbing the razor and sitting on the counter in front of him.

“Okay. What do you usually do first?”

“I shave my cheeks and upper lip then I shave my neck. Everything above the jawline you shave in a downward motion. Below the jawline, shave up.”

“Got it,” you say, and as you’re about to start, he stops you.

“Please be careful,” he panics.

“You act like I don’t shave more parts of my body than you do. I am perfectly capable of shaving your face.”

And you do. Luke admires you, tongue poking out of the corner of your mouth in concentration, eyebrows furrowed as you focus.

“You always look this focused when you shave your legs?” he asks, trying not to move much.

“No. Because I know what I can handle. I’ve been doing it since fourth grade.”

You feel around for any places you missed, shaving them down, and then rub his face gently with a wet washcloth.

“Okay hear me out. No aftershave. I’m gonna put this moisturizing lotion on your face.”

“Okay,” he says, almost questioning you, but lets you continue anyway.

He goes off to dinner and you go to hang out with your best friend at a new bar in town she wanted to try.

You're home before him, having called it a night when a bar fight broke out. You texted him that you were home, not really expecting anything back, just keeping him updated.

He texts you back telling you he's on his way home. You don’t why this struck you as weird, but it did. Ultimately, you let it go, watching a sitcom rerun as you waited for him.

When he opened the door, he slammed it shut and kicked his shoes off in a hurry, stomping toward the bedroom. You quickly turn the TV off to go after him, checking on him to make sure he's okay.

“Luke? Luke, babe? You alright?” you ask gently, but loud enough that he could hear it.

“Do I sound like I’m alright Y/N? God! I fucking hate this!” he shouts from the en suite bathroom.

It's quiet for a moment. Eerily so. He doesn't move, doesn't talk, and neither do you, but the atmosphere it creates is full of tension.

“I can't get this damn sling off,” he says. And you know how he's struggled with it, knowing that it's like having an extra appendage.

“Here, here, quit moving. Let me help hun,” you say, walking into the bathroom and turning him toward you gently. He looks upset, like he’s given up on the entire thing. You carefully undo the straps, moving it over his arm and off his body completely.

“I hate this,” he whispers, not looking at his reflection, not looking at you. He’s looking at the ground, face hardened into a scowl, a grim expression showing his hatred for the situation. He hated being hurt, hated not being able to do anything for himself.

He hated relying on others.

“I know, baby. But the doctor said it’s just for a few more weeks. You'll get through this.”

You try to console him, to let him know he's not alone, but your efforts prove futile.

“Whatever,” he grunts out, and so you move back, sitting on the edge of the bed, but in a spot where you can still see him.

You watch as he tries to tug his shirt over his head, struggling even more than he did with the sling. He’s growing more frustrated by the minute, trying to tug and move but limited in his motions.

“Do you need help?” you offer, trying to keep him from getting too worked up.

“No, I’m fine,” he mutters.

But he's still struggling. You get up and lean against the doorframe, arms crossed across your front. You have a smile on your face, trying not to burst out in laughter at him failing at such a normally simple task.

“Stop laughin’ at me,” he whines, voice having that undertone of anger. “You’re so fucking mean sometimes.”

You know he wants to mean it, but you know he doesn’t. He doesn’t mean it because it’s you. Jack or Quinn and he’d mean it tenfold, but you.

You’re his girl, the love of his life. So you may be laughing at him, and it may irk him because he’s just trying to do something normal, but he knows it’s full of love coming from you.

“Let me help you,” you say, firm, no room for argument or protest.

“Fine,” he mutters, looking down at the floor.

“Okay, let me get your arm outta the sling then we’ll get the shirt.”

You carefully take the shirt off like you’d done several times while Luke was injured. You’re careful of his shoulder, making sure to not let it drop or jerk too quickly.

You guide his arms through the shirt, then his head, pulling it up over his torso. You tease his abs with a light and gentle scrape of your fingernail against his skin, one that makes him shudder.

“Tease,” he says quietly, a small smirk on his face.

“Wanna talk about this? Because until you’re cleared, you’re going to have to deal with this. The sling, the pain, the inability to do normal things. But you can’t keep getting angry and expecting it to change your situation. It sucks, I know it does. I’ve never quite been in a situation like this, but I’ve been in your shoes. What’s going on in that head of yours?”

“It just makes me feel useless. I can barely eat with this sling and I can’t do anything. And you do everything around the house. Cook, clean, you name it, you do it. And I get scared that you’ll get over it and leave because I can’t help you,” he confesses, heartfelt and full of emotions you had no way of knowing he’d been carrying up to this point. You didn’t know what exactly tugged at your heart strings the most, but whatever it had been was enough to have you give him a hug, careful of his arm, but holding him tight, physically showing him how much you would always want, need him.

“That will never happen because I know you can’t do much. I know that you can’t help out as much as you want, but it’s not because you don’t want to. I don’t ever plan on leaving you.”

“Ever?” he echoes, looking at you with eyes slightly brighter, wider, less sad.

“Never. Until the day I die.”

He uses his good arm to pull you by the waist into his chest, leaning down to kiss you. You’re still gentle with his arm, but the kiss has emotions that were unseen, unsaid, unknown, but finally coming to light as your lips move against his.

When he finally pulls away, tongue running over his bottom lips where you ever so slightly nipped at it, he’s looking at you with love. He’s looking at you like you were his entire world.

Because you were.

“I’m never gonna leave you, Lukey. I got a good one here, and I don’t plan on losing it.”

His hand squeezes your waist, sending a feeling of comfort through you, chest burning with love as he looks at you.

“Thank you, for listening.”

“I’ll always listen to you, my love,” you say, planting a soft kiss on his cheek.

You put the sling back on him, guiding him toward the bed after it’s on. He lays down, and you help him adjust the vast expanse of his body and limbs. You round the bed to the other side, getting under the covers and curling up into his good side. His arm wraps around you instantly, like it’s a second nature, an instinct integrated into his DNA.

“Goodnight, pretty girl,” he whispers, kissing your forehead.

“Goodnight, Lukey,” you say and start to drift off to sleep.

You feel Luke rustle around, trying to keep you still but ultimately failing. You’re about to move to help him when he speaks.

“Stupid fucking sling, good God.”

It’s enough to pull a string of chuckles and low laughter from you. You and Luke spend the next hour readjusting the sling before deciding on a wrap bandage to stabilize his shoulder.

You go back over your bedtime routine, mumbling goodnight to each other like always, exchanging sweet kisses and pecks.

When you’re finally almost asleep again, you hear him mumble something.

“I’m gonna put a ring on that left finger.”

It’s not enough for you to move again, but enough to put a big smile on your face as you fall asleep, dreaming of the wedding that isn’t even happening.

Yet.

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Written by: @alliwritespuck (2025)

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it's a sweatshirt you would throw on to keep you warm after late night rough sex & both of you would wake up in the morning horny & needy so you ride him reverse cowgirl with nothing but the sweatshirt on, your legs are still shakey from the night before but you want nothing more than to make your pretty boy feel good & he runs one hand up your shirt to lazily grope your tits & the other would circle your clit as he would watch your ass bounce against him enamored with the bruises that are vaguely shaped like his hands.... & you can finish the rest🥱🥱

Lovely Cece, I can't believe you are exposing me like this. 🙂‍↔️ Yes, officer, it is this one. 😣🫵🏻 She's leaking my whore chats. I am suing! Jk. 🏃🏻‍♀️ The thots are already enough. "Bad with words" -> BIG NOPE. You made me horny as fuck. What else could I add? 🥲 (Also for the banner, I am losing it. I can't find the pictures I wanted 😭😭)

Passion & Addiction

18+. Whore Thoughts. Smut. Unprotected Sex. Nothing too crazy, i swear 😶‍🌫️.

Luke panted into your neck, smelling the stench of sex mixing with your soft and sweet scent. A smile tugged at his lips, because it smelled wonderful. It was fucking addicting that he couldn't help but lick along the column of your neck, pressing open mouthed kisses, nipping and biting as if he could eat you up. He wished he could.

despicable

updates as of 22 oct

Travis Dermott knew that he would draw attention with his actions in the Coyotes’ home opener against the Anaheim Ducks at Mullett Arena on Saturday. The Arizona defenseman just hoped that the spotlight might shine on the issue that he was addressing, not on him.

“You don’t really want to go against rules that are put in place by your employer, but there’s some people who took some positive things from it,” Dermott said. “That’s kind of what I’m looking to impact.

“You want to have everyone feel included and that’s something that I have felt passionate about for a long time in my career. It’s not like I just just jumped on this train. It’s something that I’ve felt has been lacking in the hockey community for a while. I feel like we need supporters of a movement like this; to have everyone feel included and really to beat home the idea that hockey is for everyone.”

“I won’t lie,” said Dermott, who is playing on a one-year, two-way contract. “From the outside, it’s easy to see that I’m putting my career on the line for something. I definitely went through some emotional ups and downs that night, not regretting anything by any means, but I’d love to have maybe done a couple of steps a little different by making sure that everyone was aware of what was going on before I did it.

“I don’t want to put my teammates or my coaches or my GMs or the equipment managers in any kind of bad light when it’s their job to kind of look out for something like this happening. It was definitely something that I did just by myself and was prepared to kind of deal with whatever repercussions the league decides to push towards that. I’m not going to back off and say that this battle is won, but we’re going to find better ways to do it.”

As Dermott noted, LGBTQ+ inclusion is an issue that he has supported for a long time. Without getting into specifics, Dermott said the issue is personal for him because it impacts people close to him.

“I’d be lying if I said I haven’t shed tears about this on multiple occasions,” he said. “So yeah, it’s something I’m definitely very passionate about.

“I’ve met a lot of people that from the outside, it looks like they have everything going right in their life and they have a smile on their face every time they talk to you. But sometimes when we get closer to people and get comfortable enough for them to open up to you, you can see that there’s some pretty dark stuff happening to some good people. It doesn’t take too many times encountering something like that for it to really change someone.

“I’ve been blessed to have some of those opportunities put in front of me to really change my view of what being a good person means; what being a good father and a good example and role model means going forward. You really see how people are hurting and it’s because of a system that maybe no one’s intentionally trying to be malicious about, but until you’ve really had that first-person experience seeing people hurting from it right in front of you, it’s tough to kind of take steps.”

It would be a surprise if the league handed down any sort of punishment. The optics alone would add to the public relations damage that the original ban created. Even so, Dermott reiterated his desire to bring the entire franchise into the fold before he takes similar actions in the future, but he also made it clear that he will not be silenced on the topic.

“It’s not like I’m shutting up and going away,” he said. “I know more questions are going to be coming. We’re just going to be as prepared as we can be to just spread love. That’s the thing. It’s gay pride that we’re talking about, but it could be men’s health. It could be any war. It’s just wanting world peace. Everyone’s got to love each other a little bit more.

“Like my parents said growing up, ‘How awesome would it be to be the guy that people look up to?’ That’s what really hit home when I was a kid, especially from my mom. You want to grow up and be that guy. You want to be the guy that’s having the impact on kids like NHL players had on you. If they had been racist or bigoted, that’s going to have an effect on you.

"I was like, 'Most definitely you should do it.' I just told him, 'It'll get you to understand, get more knowledge about the lesbian community.'" -Marreesha Sapp-Lynch

MARSHAWN LYNCH on taking the role of Mr. G in Bottoms to honor his sister, Marreesha