#william nylander fic

[wildrangers]

The Planets and the Fates and All the Stars Aligned // William Nylander

Word Count: 3.5K

Summary: The three times Willy almost asked you out and the one time he finally did

{This is my submission for the lovely @jackhues for The Winter Fic Exchange 2k24, organized by the amazing @wyattjohnston!}

Warnings/tropes: mutual pining, poor communication, resolved (minor) angst, fluff, cursing, drinking

You were grateful that Auston was taking you under his wing following your big move to Toronto—seriously. It was better to be at a New Year’s Eve party where you knew all of one person rather than alone in your apartment. Though…there were a lot of loud drunk men at this party which wasn’t your favorite vibe. You’d much prefer enjoying a nice cocktail with a view of Toronto over being stuffed in one of Tony’s teammate’s suburban homes. But really—you were grateful for Auston and this somewhat odd built in social network that came with him.

You were drawn from your thoughts by a cheer from the pong table and you couldn’t help but chuckle at the intense excitement of the younger guys currently facing off there. You flipped your wrist around to see the time again just as a large, familiar hand landed on your shoulder.

“That’s at least the fifth time you’ve checked the time since we got here…what, an hour ago?” Auston teased, grinning as he took the seat next to you.

“It’s only the fourth” you grumbled making Auston raise his hands in surrender.

“My apologies for the slander, miss.”

You rolled your eyes and jostled your shoulder into his before settling your head there instead. “I’m just tired from the move and everyone here seems very…extroverted?” you tried, not wanting to speak poorly of the group you barely knew.

“Look, I get it” he replied, ruffling your hair gently. “Can I please get you a drink now? At least your hands will be busy then.”

You nodded against his shoulder before raising your head so he could go grab your favorite drink. You were surprised when his place was quickly filled by a blonde-haired boy with mischievous blue eyes.

“You must be Julia, I’m Willy” he smiled, offering his hand for you to shake. You smirked, gripping his hand in your own. You were not, in fact, Julia, but this should be entertaining.

“Nice to meet you, Willy. I hope Auston hasn’t said anything too horrific about me.”

“Oh no, nothing like that. I just wanted to make sure I talked to you before things got too serious with him.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I mean a gorgeous girl like yourself should know that I am available and a much, much better catch” he stated confidently and you threw your head back with laughter.

“Well, I may as well hear the sales pitch now” you smirked, pleasantly surprised by the tipsy man before you.

“I mean first of all” he said, simply pointing to his hairline, which drew a gasp from your mouth as you whacked his arm, “I’m just saying!”

“What are you ‘just saying’ to my cousin, William?”

Will’s blue eyes widened as he processed Auston’s words. “Wait so you’re…not Julia?”

Auston handed you your drink, “No, this is Y/N, weirdo. I was going to bring Julia to dinner tomorrow night but maybe I won’t now. How long did she have you going?”

“Long enough to put my foot in my mouth” he admitted and you smirked, pleased at the pink tinge rising to his cheeks. “But not so long that I can’t recover?” he questioned.

“Stay tuned” you replied, maintaining eye contact as you took a sip of your drink. Luckily, Auston was called away leaving just you two again.

“I swear, I’m not usually like that” he began and you tilted your head slightly.

“Like what?”

He seemed at a loss for words so you chuckled, “You’re fine, I’ll stop fucking with you now. You were just so confidently wrong, I had to see where things went.”

He chuckled to himself, “Confidently wrong is kind of a good summary for me actually…”

“The great William Nylander? No, I’d say most the time your confidence is probably just right.”

“You even knew who I was and still let me make a fool of myself?!”

You giggled and nodded, “I obviously know who you are, I watch as many of Ton’s games as I can. You’re usually playing in them too.”

“Wait, so rewind. You’re Tony’s cousin?”

“Not by blood, but yeah. We grew up together and our families are super close. He’s been trying to get me out here forever, so when a better job opened up in my company’s Toronto location, how could I say no?”

“When did you move?”

You jokingly checked your watch, “About eight hours ago now.”

“Oh well, welcome! I love it here.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah” he nodded, sipping his drink and you couldn’t help how your eyes were drawn to his mouth with the movement. “I moved around so much as a kid; this is the longest I’ve ever lived in one place. Minus summers in Sweden, obviously”

“I would love to go to Sweden” you admitted. “It looks so beautiful.”

As he began passionately talking about Sweden, conversation flowed seamlessly between you. He seemed genuinely interested in your answers to the questions he asked, eyes always remaining firmly on you in a way that made your stomach flip but also steadied you in the otherwise loud room.

You were dragged from your conversation as the countdown to the New Year began.

“Damn, it’s almost midnight already?” you questioned, checking your watch that had long since been forgotten.

“Guess so…do you want to ring in the New Year together?” Will asked and you were surprised by the tentative tone of his voice. Your eyes rose to meet his and you noted the nerves showing in the crinkle of his eyes.

“Yeah, sure” you smiled, scootching closer to him. “I have to admit, I’m surprised you didn’t seem confident I’d say yes.”

“I mean I wouldn’t want to come in too hot, making assumptions—that would be embarrassing, no?” he joked as he wrapped a tender arm around your shoulders.

“Of course, wouldn’t want to make that same mistake twice in one evening” you teased back and you earned a rich laugh from him that made your toes curl and you dipped your head to hide your grin. As the countdown entered single digits, your eyes rose to meet his again but he was focused somewhere just beyond your shoulder before turning his attention back to you.

“3…2…1…Happy New Year!” the room erupted but your world had shrunk to just you and Willy. You had a sneaking suspicion it had been Auston who briefly grabbed his attention from you, which was confirmed as he leaned in to place a gentle kiss to your cheek rather than going in for the kiss. You were disappointed until you felt his mouth brush your ear, sending a shiver down your spine, “Happy New Year, Y/N.”

***

Once Will had given the bottle of wine and his thanks to Mitch and Stephanie for hosting, his eyes were scanning the room for you. He’d been kicking himself for months since meeting you for not getting your number on New Year’s but Auston’s stern stare had scared him off, as embarrassed as he was to admit it. He just hadn’t wanted to risk his friendship with his teammate, or worse, make you uncomfortable since you’d just met. Plus, the firm “If you hurt her, you’re dead to me” lecture Auston had given him the next day at practice had driven the point home.

So, some combination of your new job and Auston’s protectiveness had kept you away from any team, family, and friends get together’s until now, just as the regular season was wrapping up. Just as he had begun to give up hope that he’d see you again, Mitch mentioned that Auston had RSVP’d for 3 people, you and a plus one that he assumed was whatever girl Tony was currently seeing. Will didn’t waste another minute before confirming his own attendance.

His heart sped up as he saw you chatting with Johnny, your body language so much more relaxed than when he met you months ago. He made his way to you and when your eyes met his, the broad grin you sent his way knocked him out.

“Willy!” you called, standing to greet him with a warm hug.

“Hey, it’s been too long, how have you been?” he asked, pulling away just far enough to take you in. “You look beautiful tonight, of course.”

He was rewarded with a dip of your head as you hid your shy smile at his compliment, “I’ve been good, busy, so I’m glad Tony mentioned this dinner, it’s nice to see everyone.”

A long pause filled the air as he simply gazed into your warm, smiling eyes. “Hey Willy, I’m here too” his captain called from behind you and Willy laughed, greeting him with a handshake.

“Sorry man, it’s just been a minute since I’ve seen Y/N here” he shrugged sheepishly. John nodded, clapping him on the back, “Since New Year’s, yeah?”

Will shot him a questioning look but Johnny only smirked before walking off to chat with another group.

“Will, you’ve been having such an amazing season, I’m so happy for you” you smiled, settling back down in your seat and patting the spot next to you. He quickly sat where directed, pleased that the small couch made his outer thigh gently press into yours—he was even more content when you didn’t shift your leg away but closer to his.

“Thanks, I appreciate it. Just trying to gear up for the Playoff’s now. How have you been, settling in well?”

As you two caught up with small talk, he wracked his brain on how to ask you out without making it weird in case you said no. This conversation flowed just as well as your first and your sly humor shone through even more now that you seemed more at ease.

“I’ve missed seeing you at other parties like this” he admitted when the conversation naturally lulled.

“I think Auston may have refrained from inviting me to a few” you admitted, rolling your eyes. “And then the last few just didn’t work with my schedule. I was happy when Ton mentioned you’d be here tonight though.”

“Yeah?” he asked, hopeful as his heart began pattering more intensely.

“Yeah” you grinned, knocking your shoulder into his. “I really enjoyed hanging with you last time.”

“Me too” he smiled, taking in the genuine joy on your face. “I was actually wondering…”

He trailed off as he saw your eyes shift behind him and widen. “Jake!” you called, standing up and waving over an unfamiliar guy who wrapped you in an embrace and quickly pecked your cheek.

“Hey pretty lady, sorry I’m a little late. The subway got delayed” he replied, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ears. “Is this Will?”

As introductions were made, Will’s heart sank as he realized your boyfriend was the plus one, not Auston’s girl. It looked like he’d missed his chance with you after all.

***

You worked your way through the crowd, pausing as people you’d grown close to since your move to Toronto stopped you to chat. Johnny and his wife were hosting the start of the season party, welcoming everyone back to Toronto after being wherever they called home in the off season. You were hoping Will would be here but had refrained from asking Auston to avoid his eye rolls and protective bullshit.

When you’d seen Will at that spring party, you couldn’t admit to him that you’d partially been avoiding him. Not because you didn’t like him, but the opposite—you’d felt so drawn to him on New Year’s only to have Auston insert himself in the middle of things. After enough time had passed, you’d finally let your coworker set you up on that blind date with Jake. Who was nice but had basically been wiped from your mind when you’d met Will’s eyes across the room that second night.

You’d let yourself get wrapped up in the press of his leg on yours, the intense focus of his eyes as you caught up. Had allowed yourself to slip into the flirtation that had flowed so naturally between you during your first meeting. Until Jake had arrived, and you’d noted Will deflate before excusing himself.

You’d seen him a few times since then but he kept a wide berth, which you understood. But it had sucked and drove home that as nice as Jake is, he wasn’t the one for you. Which is why, several months out from that split, you were determined to make your move on Will—enough with waiting.

You grabbed a drink and surveyed the room, heart fluttering as you heard Willy’s signature laugh from across the room. He was talking with a younger guy you didn’t recognize but you strode over anyway. “Will!” you called and he spun, wide-eyed, at your voice.

“Y/N?” he smiled uncertainly but you just pulled him into a tight embrace.

“How was your summer? Tell me all about Sweden” you grinned, quickly introducing yourself to the rookie beside him who made himself scarce.

“Sure, but you seem…different” he noted, scanning your form as if he could find the answer there.

“Do I? I mean, not much has changed except Jake and I broke up” you offered and his eyes widened slightly.

“I’m sorry?” he offered.

“Don’t be. He was nice but it just wasn’t it, you know?”

He nodded, eyes skimming around the room before pulling out his phone. “Here, let me show you some photos from back home.”

You leaned into the comfort of his warmth, your eyes either taking in each photo he selected to show you or tracing the familiar lines of his face as he swiped through his camera roll. He was just so beautiful.

“It looks like a great summer, are you bummed to be back?” you joked and he chuckled, shaking his head.

“No, I always love coming back to Toronto—this is home too” he replied, eyes boring into yours. You couldn’t help yourself as you reached up to sweep a strand of hair that had fallen into his face, your hand lingering there, cupping his cheek.

“Y/N…” he breathed and you were surprised when his eyes left yours to once again scan the room. His phone lit up, drawing your attention, just as he began. “I actually am…”  

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry” you cut him off, drawing your hand back, eyes fixed on his lock screen—a gorgeous shot of him with a beautiful woman tucked into his side.

His gaze followed yours and he quickly locked his phone screen, mouth forming a hard line. “No, I’m sorry. I should have been up front but whenever I see you, I just…”

“You just what?” you asked quietly, unable to stop yourself.

“I can only think of keeping you close. Even when I know I can’t, so I’m sorry.”

You sadly shook your head forcing a smile, “No, I did the same thing to you, didn’t I? I get it. I hope she makes you happy Will, have a great season” you assured him, squeezing his shoulder before excusing yourself from the party altogether.

***

Will wasn’t one to believe in fate but it seemed like the stars may be finally aligning as he entered Auston’s apartment to celebrate New Year’s Eve. He’d done his homework this time, enlisting Steph to make sure you weren’t seeing anyone. After your last encounter, his fledgling relationship hadn’t lasted long—not when all he could think about was you. That wasn’t fair to her, so he’d broken things off and thrown himself into the season. It was a contract year for him, he had to focus. But that focus didn’t stop him from noting that some of his best games were ones where he knew you’d be in the crowd.

Will wandered over to the large windows filling Ton’s living room, taking in the city skyline. He’d done a few laps but had yet to see you. Truth be told, he wasn’t in much of a party mood—he just wanted to see you. So, he wondered off from the main party down the hallway to what he knew to be Ton’s guest room for some quiet. He didn’t hear any noise from behind the door so he gently opened it, startling when he saw you curled up on the bed.

You hadn’t noticed the door opening, your head buried in a book with Taylor Swift playing softly from your phone. He took a moment to enjoy the sight before him—you, dressed to the nine’s, feet wrapped in fuzzy socks, eyes fervently scanning the pages before you, heels forgotten beside him by the door.

“Y/N?” he spoke softly, as to not startle you but you jumped anyway.

“Will?” you questioned, your head tilting to the side. “What are you doing here?”

“The New Year’s Eve party, silly, what are you doing locked away in here looking so beautiful?”

He was thrilled when you ducked your head, trying to hide the flattered smile that bloomed on your face. “Promise not to laugh.”

“Scout’s honor” he promised, settling on the foot of the bed.

“I’m on the last book of this fantasy series and I just wanted to make sure everyone got through the battle okay” you chuckled, holding up your nearly finished book. “I said hi to everyone but when I didn’t see you, I just wondered in here to try and finish it before midnight.”

“Well, is everyone safe and sound? I wouldn’t want to disturb you” he teased lightly and you rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, I have like ten pages left” you chuckled. “I’ll come out and join the party in a few, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry” he shrugged, standing up but then stopped himself. “Would you actually care if I hung in here with you? I’m not in much of a party mood.”

“Sure” you beamed, scooting over on the bed to make room for him beside you. He slipped his shoes off, crawling up the bed to settle into your side, arm wrapped around your middle as you lifted your book.

“Is this okay?” he questioned quietly and you hummed in answer.

“Here, just lay down—that way I can rest my book on your shoulders” you motioned towards your lap and he didn’t have to be told twice, settling his head on your satin covered thighs.

A comfortable silence filled the room, broken only by you flipping the pages of your book. Will could stay this way forever, your scent wrapped around him, his breathing slowing to match your own.

As he began drifting off, you closed the book and set it aside. He felt your focus shift fully to him but he kept his eyes closed, not wanting to break this peaceful spell. He could have purred when your fingers gently ran through his hair, lightly massaging his scalp whenever your hand returned to the top of his head.

“I’m single” he murmured, nuzzling deeper into your lap.

“I know” you answered and he turned to look up into your eyes, confusion evident there judging by your chuckle. “I asked Stephanie.”

He let out a loud laugh, gently taking your hand in his own, “I may have done the same thing” he admitted, causing you to snort and shake your head.

“So, what does that mean?” you asked quietly.

“Hopefully, it means that when I ask you out, you’ll say yes” he questioned, nerves oddly not coming to his stomach. He knew how long you both had wanted this, the timing just never being quite right.

“Well, I can’t wait to say yes then” you smiled, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his brow bone as your alarm rang from the nightstand. “Oh, time to get up, it’s 11:55.”

He shifted in response, sitting up and stretching, attempting to smooth out his shirt.

“Here” you offered walking towards him, heels firmly on your feet. He paused his fussing, allowing you to straighten his collar and smooth out the wrinkles that had developed on his chest. Your hand gently ran through his hair, settling down any stray hairs that had fallen out of place. “All better. Do I look alright?”

“You look perfect” he said honestly, rising off the bed and wrapping an arm around your shoulder. As you both exited the room, he marveled at how perfectly you fit there, tucked into his side.

The countdown had begun and Will’s eyes scanned the room, noting Auston immediately finding the two of you in the crowd.

“He’s intolerable” you mumbled, eyes also falling on Tony across the room. As the crowd counted down from ten, a giggle rose in his throat as you jokingly raised your middle finger to your cousin before turning back to him.

His hands settled on your hips, pulling you flush against him as your hands cupped his jaw, thumb caressing his cheek. With the New Year beginning, your lips finally met his and he wound his fingers through your hair to pull you closer. As your mouths moved in perfect harmony together, the rightness of this moment settled around him.

As the crowd picked back up again, he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours. “Can I take you out to dinner tomorrow night?”

“You have a game tomorrow, silly” you answered, chuckling. “But you can take me out the next night.”

A/N: I hope y'all enjoyed! Please forgive any typos, I am in fact working through a concussion currently. It turns out writing for Willy has become one of my new favorite things to do. Always happy to hear feedback :)

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Can you do willy x intern! Where maybe they fight and intern goes on vacay. Girls weekend Where she is bratty and posts a ton of thirst traps to her open insta.... ignoring willy..

Hot ass jealous sex... William riled up and furious. Maybe texting her.... "take that shit down.."

Oh, my love 🤍 Well, of course, I can - or at least I attempted 😉 I'm not the greatest at writing angsty fights 🙃 But it might have turned out alright -

Nevertheless, I still hope you find it enjoyable 🤍

Also, please see this request 🖋️🔥

[In case you don't know - "Nobody puts Baby in the corner." is from Dirty Dancing (only one of the greatest movies of all time) 🤍]

Warnings: curse words; semi-public dry-humping; penetrative sex (p in v); pinning; dom!Willy, i guess;

Word count; 6k

「Intern x Willy」 ;

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I see this life, like a swinging vine I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️ [intern x Willy]

Two days had passed since the gala, and the team was already on their way to their next away game in Winnipeg.

With their bags packed and the bus filled with players, coaches, and a small media team of three, they were all set to hit the road. And it was going to be a long journey.

Usually, the team would have opted for a two-hour flight, but since Project Planet Green had been a significant topic during the gala, someone in management thought it would be a good idea for the Leafs to set an example for the cause of the environment. Which meant enduring a 20-hour bus ride instead of flying to minimise carbon emissions.

Needless to say, nobody was enthusiastic about the idea. But since MLSE had made the decision, the team had to comply.

At the beginning of the journey, you had taken a seat next to Melanie at the front, with Jennifer sitting across the aisle. However, as the conversation gradually shifted from work to more personal topics, seating arrangements seemed to change, and Melanie ended up joining Jennifer instead, leaving you alone.

Which you didn't really mind. In fact, you just took the opportunity to relax and listen to the cheers and laughter coming from the boys in the rows behind you and the coaches.

And with nobody beside you, you could finally check the messages that William had been sending throughout the ride, teasing you intentionally since you couldn't read them in front of Melanie. And you were right; the cheeky lad back there seemed to have been texting a few ideas of what the two of you could do once you reached the hotel.

You bit your lip as you read his messages, thoughts forming in your mind and a smile creeping onto your lips. You were definitely looking forward to reaching your destination.

But then, just as your mind was preoccupied, Auston's voice suddenly echoed through the bus.

"Oh, hey y/n, come join the fun!"

You glanced back at the group, Auston's mischievous grin peeping through and meeting your gaze.

"Yeah, don't be such a downer," Mitch chimed in with a laugh, and you couldn't help but chuckle too.

"Alright."

With a small sigh, you decided to do just that and made your way down the aisle of the bus. However, as you approached the boys, it seemed there was no available seat for you. Looking around, perhaps a bit puzzled, Auston flashed another mischievous grin.

"You know, you can always sit on Willy's lap.”

You hesitated at first, not wanting to attract unnecessary attention from the coaches, but when you saw they were deeply engrossed in discussions about game strategies, you turned to face William. His handsome Swedish face bore a content smirk as he sat by the window next to Timothy.

"Well, why not?" you chuckled lightly, then made your way to sit in your boyfriend's lap. It was a slightly awkward position; you were half sitting close to his groin and half on one thigh.

"Comfortable?" he asked in a low voice behind you, his hands finding your hips for support.

"Mm," you nodded, ensuring you didn't accidentally kick or touch Timmy inappropriately.

And for a little while longer, you simply enjoyed William's subtle touches, along with the laughter, cheesy jokes, and stories coming from the players.

The team was rather excited about tomorrow's match, especially since they had just won against the Jets on home turf. However, as they hadn't been entirely satisfied with the result, they now saw an opportunity to do even better.

Then amidst the sounds of great excitement and anticipation, you suddenly felt the bus hit a few bumps on the road, causing you to bounce slightly in William's lap.

"Oops," you chuckled, feeling his grip on you tighten a bit.

"Easy, babe," he spoke softly, almost in a hushed whisper so no one could overhear. "Wouldn't want you to cause a scene."

You couldn't suppress a light smirk as his voice echoed in your ear. Yet you also recalled the last time you were on the plane, and he had been the one to stir up something naughty.

"Oh, you're one to talk, considering you wanted to join the mile high club last time," you turned your head slightly, just enough to meet his eyes, and flashed him a small smirk.

"Well, that was different," he defended with a grin.

"How so?"

"That was my idea," his hand around your waist tightened just a little as you felt his chest against your back.

You simply laughed at his cheeky remark, though it did ignite a tiny devil within you. And as the bus ride continued and William seemed engrossed in the boyish chatter, you felt tempted to play with fire a little.

With Timothy’s attention turned toward the other lads, you gently and very subtly began grinding your buttocks against William's groin.

"What are you doing, baby?" His voice came out in a husky whisper.

"Hmm, don't know, maybe I'm just... getting comfortable," you spoke with a grin, not even looking at him. Instead, you focused on the ongoing conversation while letting your hips sway a little extra.

"I think you're doing just fine..."

"Hm, maybe."

You knew you were teasing him, just as he always teased you when you were around the team and had to maintain some distance. Just like he was with his suggestive messages.

William couldn't help but force a casual smile as his member slowly grew under your sensual motions. An increasing need for more than just light grinding began to form within him.

And you knew your plan was working when you heard his heavy breathing and subtle grunts escaping his lips. His fingers dug into your hips, and his bulge pressed against you.

"Not fair..." he murmured softly, his thigh muscles clenching underneath you as his member pressed against the fabric of his boxers and sweats.

"Well, maybe that's just payback for you sending me those messages..." you remarked flirtatiously, giving your hips a little extra sway as the bus picked up speed on the highway.

"Oh, those were just for when we get to the hotel, but it seems we need to change things up a bit now," he grinned against your ear, giving you a teasing hip thrust back.

"Bring it on, Nylander."

**

Despite both of you being worked up from the teasing - almost having to sneak off for a quickie during one of the pit stops - the little sleep you got on the bus didn’t leave you with much energy for a round of sex at the hotel. 

And soon, you found yourselves preparing for the upcoming match for the night. Fortunately, this match held a little more excitement and goals this time. More importantly, the Leafs won 4-2.

However, just as you were finishing up after the match with David and Peter, Brad suddenly interrupted and pulled you aside. Surprised by his sudden action, you feared that he'd decided to report you and William, potentially putting your relationship in jeopardy.

But when he sat before you in the physio room, providing a bit of privacy, his message was different.

"Miss y/l/n," he said in a calm tone, which eased your nerves a bit, though you still couldn't entirely decipher his expression. "We've discussed matters within the management team, and considering the upcoming All-Star event next weekend, we think it might be beneficial for you to take a few days off before the big weekend."

You were baffled. You'd been working tirelessly for the past weeks for this event, and now they were suggesting days off? That was a little unlike them. But then he continued.

"We understand that you've played a significant role in the planning and coordination, which we greatly appreciate. That's precisely why we want to ensure you have all the energy you need for the event. Your presence will be crucial, and we're committed to taking care of our staff to prevent burnout. You've consistently shown dedication, even joining road trips without notice. It's only fair that you have proper rest."

Stunned by the suggestion, you were also extremely grateful. It was something you had needed for weeks, if not months. Especially considering the many invitations from your girlfriends that you had had to turn down, this would be an excellent opportunity to catch up with some of them.

"Oh, well, thank you! That's very much appreciated," you flashed Brad a grateful smile before wrapping up the conversation. 

You couldn't wait to rush back to the hotel and tell William, however, when you finally finished up at the Bell MTS Place, he was already fast asleep in bed, not up for anything intimate.

At least not until you returned from the road trip. As soon as you were back in Toronto on Sunday, you couldn't keep your hands off each other the moment you entered William's condo. It was almost frantic, as if you couldn't strip down fast enough or touch each other enough. You wanted to feel every inch of skin, exploring each other fully, with your mouths connected at all times.

In the soft glow of the bedroom's dimmed lights, William made love to you. It wasn't the tender, gentle lovemaking, but rather passionate and intense. His movements were firm and determined, yet he ensured you reached climax at least twice before focusing on his own pleasure.

And it didn't take long for him to reach the brink of climax.

It was almost amusing how quickly William could reach his peak but considering the teasing and anticipation between you during the short trip, it was understandable.

And it was nothing short of perfect, and soon you found yourselves entwined in each other's arms, sharing heartfelt conversation as you enjoyed a post-sex bath. Completely relaxed and utterly satisfied, you leaned against his chest, your head resting slightly on him as he tenderly caressed your body beneath the warm water.

"Mmm, I love you," he mumbled into your damp hair, eliciting a smile from your lips.

"I love you too, Willy," you replied softly, attempting to turn in his embrace to meet his eyes. "I just can't believe I won't see you for a few days," you added with a crooked smile. However, William lifted an eyebrow at your remark.

"What do you mean? You know you can stay here even though you're off from work," he emphasised, his tone a bit firmer than you'd like.

"Yeah, I know, but I also feel like it's good to have time to catch up with my girls, so I'm not even sure if I'll be around much," you tried to explain, maintaining a soft tone. However, you were only met with a ‘hm’ and a huff from your boyfriend behind you as he finished the bath in silence.

And after getting dried up and dressed in an oversized t-shirt, you joined William in his kitchen where he was already searching for late-night snacks, clad in his boxers.

"Willy, what's wrong?" you inquired, sensing his mood shift from happy and calm to suddenly irritated.

"Nothing," he replied tersely, moving around the kitchen as if nothing was amiss. But he didn't have you convinced for a moment.

"Babe, clearly something's bothering you... and I want you to share it with me. You need to communicate your thoughts, otherwise, I can't do anything about it," your voice took on a sterner and more confident tone as you stood with crossed arms facing him. And finally, William turned to meet your gaze, letting out a deep sigh.

"I just don't understand why you suddenly have to go away," he admitted. "I mean, we finally have a few days off, so why can't you just stay here?"

His words surprised you slightly. Why was he suddenly so insistent on keeping you around?

"Because I spend literally every day with you," you tried to reason.

"Yeah, but that's with the team," William's voice suddenly rose in volume.

"Not always!" you defended. "When I'm not at work, I'm here, at YOUR place, together with YOU," you pointed out.

"For a few hours, maybe! But then either of us always has to work. We eat, sleep, fuck, and work. That's all we do."

"Because that's how our lives are! You chose your career, and I've chosen mine... We both knew this is how it would be, Willy..."

"Don't you think I know that?" he shouted.

"Then what's this about all of a sudden?"

You were baffled. Never before had you had an argument with Willy like this – perhaps only the time he got jealous when you dated someone else, but that was a long time ago, and now you were in a committed relationship.

"I just don't want you to go around and risk doing something stupid – if you haven't noticed, you've been getting quite a lot of attention lately!"

"So that's what this is all about?" you huffed sarcastically, amused. "Me getting attention? That's what you're so upset about."

"I'm not upset that you're getting attention, y/n!"

"Then what is your problem? I'm finally being recognised for being great at my job, and you're just being jealous instead of supportive!"

"I am supporting you! You just don't know how to handle the media. You're not trained for it."

"Oh, so now I'm NOT good at my job, is that what you're saying?"

"I'm not... that's not what I'm saying!"

"Then what are you saying? That I'm just your stupid little girlfriend, who's not allowed to be out in public because YOU'RE too afraid that I'll get too much attention, huh?"

You felt the tears pressing on, and though you did everything to hold them back, you couldn't. You were too angry and frustrated by his sudden need to start a fight. An unnecessary fight, in your opinion.

"Well, yeah, maybe I am!" he spat. "Because if you're going to act like a wild child with your girlfriends, knowing that people are interested in you, then YES, you are stupid..."

"Oh, wow...wow, Willy, that's mature! Who even says I'm going to act out? And for the record, you shouldn't really be the one to act all smart and reasonable, since you're the one who's out partying every fucking off-season, sticking your cock into every pulsating vagina you can find!"

You knew it was a low blow as soon as you said it, but it wasn't entirely a lie. Yet your comment struck a sensitive nerve within William, a nerve he most likely didn't even know he had, and suddenly it was like his entire world collapsed.

"Fine! If that's what you want, then don't let me hold you back! Like I always fucking do, right? Go out and have fun with your fucking girlfriends. I don't even give a shit anymore!"

His hand slammed on the kitchen counter, his breaths heavy as he leaned over and didn't even bother to look you in the eyes.

You couldn't help but feel your heart break a little. His carelessness about your need for freedom and a little time away from the hectic life you had. 

You felt as if you'd been beaten all over by William, as if your body was covered in invisible bruises. Your heart split in half and all senses of emotions torn apart, you let the tears stream freely down your cheeks.

"Fine..." you whispered dryly under your breath, not even trying to hold back the crying as you walked away from him, heading straight to the bedroom and bathroom to collect your belongings. Throwing your bag over your shoulder, you put on your coat and shoes, leaving William on his own.

As you waited for the lift, a small part of you hoped for him to come running and apologise for the fight. But as you heard the ding, signalling the lift's arrival, and you descended to the ground floor before exiting the apartment building, he never showed. He had let you leave in silence, not even trying to stop you. And now you were on your way back to your own place.

Still frozen in his position, William let the situation replay in his mind. Was this it? Had he lost you? Just like he'd lost every girl who ever came near him. Yet a part of him wasn't entirely ready to let you go. His heart belonged to you; he couldn't deny that. And as he stood there in his kitchen, he couldn't help but feel a wave of regret wash over him.

But was it too late?

**

Two days later, you didn't feel much better.

Despite Clara's best efforts to cheer you up with a spontaneous girl spa trip, you couldn't fill the void the fight with William had left in your heart. Or at least where your heart used to be.

As you'd stormed away from his place, you immediately contacted Clara, one of your closest girlfriends. Clara was the one to turn to when you needed your mind distracted. Always the funny, spontaneous one, who often followed her intuition and never cared about what others thought of her.

You often admired her for it. The way she could act so freely and down-to-earth inspired you, especially considering your penchant for planning and organising. Which served you well in your job, but in your social life, it had always been a challenge, especially after starting the internship.

Clara had always been the one to invite you to various events – girls' night out, weekend trips, and more – and you'd often have to turn them down. So, when you were suddenly the one to reach out to her, she immediately dropped everything and quickly arranged this little spa trip with two other girls. That was just the way she was.

And it hadn't been a bad idea at all. In fact, you were quite enjoying yourself, far away from the hockey arena and the players. Yet, your mind couldn’t help but occasionally drift to William and the fight, something that still tied knots in your stomach.

"Hey," Clara spoke, snapping her fingers in front of your face as you lay by the indoor pool, enjoying the view of the breath-taking Canadian nature. "Whoever is on your mind, you need to forget about them."

"How did you-"

"Oh, I'm reading you like an open book, babe! Come on... I know you can't tell me who it is, but you've got to get over whatever happened," she said, sitting upright and turning to face you. "He might be amazing and great in bed, but you're an amazing woman too – and he does not get to tell you otherwise!"

Another thing about Clara: she didn't let any man control her life, maybe besides her father, but that was only because he had had the money until she got her own business up and running. But now, her face would be right next to the words "independent, strong woman" if you ever looked it up.

Letting out a sigh, you faced her as well. "I know, it's just... we had a fight, and... in a way, I feel guilty because I know I love him. I just – I need space sometimes. To be myself and not have to worry about what he thinks," you tried to explain, not wanting to come off too annoyed with William, even though he had pushed you over the edge.

"Well, then how about we show him exactly what he's missing?"

"Oh... you've got that look," you chuckled lightly, studying Clara's mischievous expression.

"What look?" she asked, feigning innocence.

"That look where you've got an idea, and I know it's trouble."

"Well, of course it's trouble! Have you met me? Come on, let's go have some fun."

With that, Clara grabbed your hand, and on the way to the hotel room, she ordered a bottle of Champagne. She turned on the speakers and put on a playlist filled with the greatest tunes from female artists throughout the centuries. Then dancing around in your bikinis, silky robes, clinging glasses, and pouring down the finest bubbles, you couldn't help but pose and strut as the girls snapped photos of each other.

It was a truly memorable time, just four girls hanging out, letting you completely recharge before the big All-Star weekend. And more importantly, not thinking about William.

Instead, you decided to dress up nicely, going all out on hair and makeup before a lovely dinner at the restaurant. And amidst girl talk and glamour, you couldn't resist taking a few more shots of how gorgeous you looked. 

And tonight, you weren't working or surrounded by the hockey team. Tonight, you were y/n fucking y/l/n, and no one was going to keep you down.

After a couple more glasses of wine and an incredible four-course dinner, you felt a certain temptation to play a little with fire. Feeling a little too cocky, perhaps, and naturally encouraged by the girls, you decided to show your Instagram followers just how great you could look. In a bikini, in a towel, a tight dress – with the quote: "Nobody puts Baby in the corner." And as soon as you pressed post, the photos were out for the world to see.

Needless to say, it didn't take long before likes and comments flooded your Instagram: flirtatious messages, some even wanting to buy pictures from you, and more.

But what really stood out was the text you received from William about an hour later.

"Are you crazy? You can't post that, babe!"

Ah, so this was how you got his attention. He could ignore you after a fight, letting you walk away, but as soon as you showed a little skin on social media, he suddenly responded quickly. But you didn't feel like dealing with him right now. You were enjoying your time away, feeling satisfied with the pictures of yourself.

But William didn't let it go.

"Take that shit down! Now!" he persisted.

You tried your best to ignore him, focusing on your girls instead. But he wasn't having it.

"If this is just to get me mad and jealous, it's working, baby. OK!?"

You could feel a little smirk slowly creeping onto your lips, a sense of satisfaction at how you'd gotten him down on his knees. Yet a slight pang, just a small one, of regret also struck your heart.

You didn't truly want to upset William like that. All you wanted was for him to understand that you were your own person, not just an intern working tirelessly day and night to keep the hockey team and their managers happy.

And maybe, just maybe, it was also the fact that you had to keep your relationship a secret that challenged you both in many ways. But it was the relationship you both had chosen, and though it wasn't easy, you couldn't ignore the fact that you did love him.

Of course, you did. But for now, you were still mad at William and decided not to respond immediately. Instead, you ignored him, posted a few more photos of your girls' trip, before you turned your focus back to Toronto.

**

As soon as you were back in the city, you finally felt ready to reply to William's texts.

But not to apologise. Not yet, at least.

"Sorry babe, but you're not the boss of me."

You knew it was a risky message to send. For one, you didn’t know if William was still angry, and maybe this kind of text could push him to end things. And two, it could also push William to do something unexpected. Much like the time he fucked you against his window, or the time he got jealous because you went on a date with another guy, or on New Year's when he fucked you in the bathroom even though his team was around, or the latest incident at the MLSE Gala Event when he fucked you in the wardrobe. William definitely had the audacity to act impulsively.

"Get to my place when you're back. Need to talk to you."

And. you couldn't help but roll your eyes at the message.

"Only if you ask nicely," you simply replied.

"This is me asking nicely.” 

"Well, that's not good enough."

Though you felt content about standing your ground and not letting him dictate what you should do, you couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit of sadness. You truly didn't want things to end like this, but you were also convinced that you didn’t need to apologise for anything. You were a strong and independent woman, and he needed to realise that.

But as you were unpacking and tidying up your place to prepare for another hectic work week, you were suddenly interrupted by a forceful knock on your door.

Maybe Clara had forgotten to give you something?

But it wasn't Clara. As soon as you unlocked the door, it was forced open by none other than William. Without hesitation, he walked straight past you and into your living space. His tense body language exuded nothing but annoyance, and his facial expression lacked any hint of a smile.

"Willy! You can't just barge in here like that," you told him with as much confidence as you could muster, closing the door behind you. "I can't do this again right now."

"Well, you have to," he spoke back firmly, turning to face you. He wasn't exactly angry, he wasn't shouting, but he held a stern facial expression, and you knew you had to meet his strong composure. "Because I'm not okay with what you did on that trip."

"Well, I don't care. I did what I did, alright? Get over it!"

"You know I can't do that," he took a step closer to you, standing so close that you could almost hear his heart pounding in his chest. "You did exactly what I said you would... something stupid. Don't you know that everyone can see what you posted? And how the media will react."

"Of course, I know that, Willy. I'm not an idiot!"

"Then why are you acting like one?"

"I don't know!" you suddenly heard yourself admit, completely out of breath. "Maybe I just felt like it – maybe I just wanted to show that I was more than just some stupid little intern that nobody takes seriously."

William's expression frowned a little, and then his voice rose. "You don't think anybody takes you seriously? y/n, you have the entire world in front of you, and you're ruining it for yourself. Everyone admires you, compliments your work every single day. You could go anywhere after this; do you even know that?"

"Oh no, don't you dare make this about me and my career, when we both know that you're just pissed because I posted those photos, and you got all jealous."

"Of course, I got jealous!"

"Then just fucking trust me!” 

As if that was the last button you could press, William suddenly used his size to his leverage, guiding you to step backward until your back met the door. And then he clashed his lips onto yours, his hands holding your face as he pulled you close to him.

And though you tried to push him away, trying to catch your breath, William just pulled you back in again. Eager to have his tongue taste yours, he bit down on your lower lip and forced it to enter, past your lips and into your warmth.

It was sloppy and messy, yet passionate. You could feel how much he desired to have you close to him, and though you tried to convince your mind that you wanted him to let go, you failed. Instead, almost instinctively, you wrapped your hands around his neck, welcoming his embrace and the taste of his tongue on yours.

William's hands moved to support himself against the door, with a hand on either side of your head, as the intensity of the kiss increased. Air was stolen from your lungs, as his mouth hungrily exploring yours as if he had been starved for days.

And so had you. Though you had been angry with him, furious about the way he had acted, you immediately fell under his spell again. Feeling the warmth of him so near had you once more surrendering to his love.

Breaking the kiss, both of you breathed heavily, and William rested his forehead against yours. "So, you don’t think I’m the boss of you?" he inquired darkly, prompting you to look intensely up at him, biting your lip, and gently shake your head.

Flashbacks of your first night together at this place coursed through your mind as that had been another time when William had acted out of jealousy, and you were beyond intrigued to find out what he had in mind for you this time.

You couldn’t even think twice before he hoisted you into his arms and carried you to the bed, where he not so carefully dropped you. Clothes were quickly discarded from your body, as William had no intention of spending much time on that part, and shortly you found yourself fully naked in front of him.

His eyes stared intensely down at you as he stood before the bed, taking in every inch of you, only breaking his gaze when he pulled his shirt over his head. His baggy jeans followed suit, and you had to do your best to control your breath as you followed his every move.

You could see how his member must be throbbing, tucked away in his boxers as he knelt onto the mattress between your legs, leaning over and once again connecting your lips, pushing you down.

William asserted his dominance, pinning your hands firmly down beside your head as he pressed his hardness against your eager core.

"Fuck, baby," he murmured huskily in your ear. "I can feel how wet you are through my boxers."

"Yes, Willy," you moaned softly. "I'm dripping for you..."

Your voice, though strong, betrayed your neediness, signalling your readiness to be taken.

You were almost surprised by how quickly he had changed your mind, but not entirely. The moment his lips met yours again, you remembered exactly why you loved him, and you didn't care what anyone else thought anymore.

Then breaking the kiss, William left you breathless once more as he shed his last piece of clothing, returning to you in missionary position. He guided your hands above your head, intertwining your fingers as the tip of his cock teased your entrance.

"Say you're mine..."

"I'm all yours."

With one forceful thrust, William buried himself deep inside you, eliciting a loud moan from your lips. Pulling back almost entirely, he then plunged back in, creating a loud slap of skin meeting skin.

"Damn right," he muttered, picking up the pace, his hips rocking and driving into you with determination. Instinctively, your legs wrapped around his hips, granting him better access.

You lost yourself in the intensity of his thrusts, your moans escaping you uncontrollably as he pounded into you with a rapid rhythm. It was both forceful and passionate, William showing you just how much he craved you, relishing in the sound of your incoherent cries. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, bringing you closer to the edge.

"Oh, Willy, fuck... feels so good," you moaned, feeling your orgasm building.

But then, he pulled back, releasing your hands and placing your calves on his shoulders before leaning over and driving back into you, hitting your deepest spots with precision. Your hands found his strong arms, gripping tightly as he continued his relentless assault, thrusting hard and fast, almost overstimulating you with pleasure as you cried out in ecstasy.

"Oh, Willy... I'm gonna come..." you practically screamed as he showed no signs of slowing down, your nails digging into his skin.

"Fuck, come for me, baby!" he urged, his words lost in the cacophony of skin slapping against skin.

And with his encouragement, you let out a loud cry, your head falling back into the pillow as waves of pleasure crashed over you. Your screams filled the room as he ruthlessly fucked you through your intense orgasm, your juices soaking the sheets beneath you.

Then as he released your legs from his shoulders, he leaned down to your neck, his hand finding your throat to put a light pressure on. And his breath was hot against your skin as he murmured between moans. "That's it, baby..."

"Yes," you breathed out, feeling yourself surrendering completely to the moment of passionate rough sex. Sweat coated his skin as he continued his vigorous movements, lost in the heat of the moment.

"I want to tell the fucking world that you're mine, baby... only mine."

In the haze of pleasure, your overstimulated brain struggled to grasp every sensation as you were overwhelmed by yet another orgasm, and your lips moved instinctively to respond to William's words. "Yes, Willy... tell them."

Feeling the tightness of your muscles around him, William let out a deep grunt as he surrendered to his own climax. Without warning, he released his cum inside you, his hips rocking a few more times to ensure he emptied himself completely, before finally stilling.

For a moment, you both remained still, allowing yourselves to catch your breath and regain your strength. William could feel your cunt pulsating around his cock, your shared wetness between you a testament to the intensity of your encounter.

It was hot. Messy and hot. 

The air felt heavy in the little space of your home, as you looked deeply into each other’s eyes and silently found comfort. You lingered with him inside you a little longer, running your fingers through his thick, sticky hair before offering a shy smile.

"I'm sorry," you managed to say, the words carrying more weight than you had anticipated. William's response was immediate.

"Me too, baby... I'm so sorry," he echoed, his sincerity evident in his voice.

It felt necessary for both of you to vocalise your regrets, acknowledging where you stood with each other. Yet, there was still a sense that more needed to be discussed.

After William withdrew from you slowly and you both quickly cleaned up, you returned to the bed and nestled under the duvet. Resting your head on his chest, you traced gentle patterns on his skin with your fingertips.

"I meant what I said," he suddenly spoke, breaking the silence. "I want to tell everyone."

You regarded him intensely, unsure of how to react as you processed his words. But before you could respond, he continued.

“I’m not sure I can do this, y/n… I hate myself for feeling this way, but all I want is to show how much I love you.”

His gaze drifted away from you as he spoke, his eyes fixating on the ceiling before returning to meet yours.

You stretched out your arms, observing the beautiful man beneath you. “I know you love me, Willy. You don’t have to shout it to the world for me to hear you,” you whispered softly.

His thumb traced gentle circles on your arm as he attempted to speak again, but then something unexpected happened. A solitary tear escaped from the corner of his eye. “I just don’t want to lose you.”

Though his voice remained steady, his eyes betrayed his vulnerability.

“You’ll never lose me, Willy,” you reassured him, leaning in to place a tender kiss on his lips. “Not to anyone. No matter what.”

He took a deep breath as he gazed into your eyes, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Seems like you were right…” he finally managed to form a light smile. “I’ll never be the boss of you, baby, because you’ll always have the power over me. Whether I like it or not.”

You couldn’t help but return his soft smile.

“Well, then I suppose I should use this power for good rather than evil,” you chuckled lightly. “I love you, Willy.”

It was the perfect ending to a situation you had hoped would never happen. Yet, in a way, it also felt as if it had brought you both much closer.

#intern x willy #18+ #william nylander imagine #wn88 imagine #nhl hockey imagine #toronto maple leafs imagine #nhl smut #william nylander smut #william nylander fic

[nylwnder]

get what i want | william nylander

gif by leafsgm

a/n: i’m so sorry for taking years to post this, after promising it several times … but it’s finally here and it’s fucking filthy (because i love you all so much) so have fun and go insane mwah mwah!!!

warnings: SMUT!!!!!!!!!, plot? never heard of her, p in v, unprotected sex, overstimulation, fingering, oral (f! receiving), beard burn kink, thigh riding, chain kink, spit kink if you squint, possessive kink if you also squint, light mentions of crying during sex, lots of swearing.

word count: 3.8k

taglist: @11livpangburn , @savoies , @stars-canucks , @spine-buster , @melissasturges90 , @themotogirl , @thenhlhastakenovermylife , @allison-mchugh , @willianmylander , @boqvistsbabe , @bunting27

sitting on the bed after finishing your lunch, you grabbed your phone from the nightstand. you mindlessly scrolled on instagram for a bit, before returning any messages you had just as you heard the water from the shower turn off. he made his way out of the bathroom not too long after, and you couldn’t help but stare.

it should be forbidden truly, to be able to walk out with a towel losely hanging off of his hips. his perfectly sculpted chest in plain sight as his chains fidget with his every step. your eyes following the small droplets of water that trickle down his back, tracing every crevasse of his muscles.

he spoke and you unconsciously responded, until he turned around swiftly and the towel threatened to fall off completely, before he held it with his hand.

“hm?” he asks as you had to blink repeatedly before you could look up at him. “hmm?” you responded, not realizing the way you mimicked him. he smirked at you, “i said, it’s rude to stare.”

you scoff, “says you!” making will laugh.

“why don’t you go pick my suit while i finish up.” he says, seeing the smile creep up on your lips. it was something you quite enjoyed doing.

you hopped out of the bed, walking into the closet as will made his way back into the bathroom. you raked your fingers through all of them, analyzing all the ones he’s worn this past week. he had a good selection, two new ones even, but he wore the lilac set just last game and despite the way you were contemplating the thought of your boyfriend in it once again, you ended up chosing his green set.

holding it up, you grab the suit jacket and set the rest of it on the counter. opening it up gently, you slip it on for fun. as you moved around in front of the mirror you enjoyed the oversized look of it since you’ve been contemplating wether or not to buy a set for yourself. since you were wearing shorts, the ends of the suit covered them almost completely and showed as if you were wearing nothing but the jacket. you smiled, something to keep in mind as it’d be a fit you think your boyfriend would quite enjoy.

“having a little fashion show are we?” he mentions, fixing his hair as he walked up behind you. you began to take it off, “hm, just making sure it’ll look good all sprawled out on the bed when you’ve barely made it through the door.” he smiles, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, “is that so? i thought you like it when i have a suit on?”

“yes. but, i think we can both agree that unravelling articles of clothing-” you begin, as you grab his hands and put them to your hips, his fingers naturally hooking onto the band of your shorts and panties, “-is entirely better.” your lips connect with will’s. you might have come across as needy, as you fingers tugged in his hair, but you didn’t care.

“mmm don’t tempt me” he mumbles as he breaks the link of your lips. you let out a little whine, “we have enough time” you mutter back. “there’s never enough time for you, love.” he says, lifting you and placing you on the bed.

laying down, he hovers over you. “i’m going to be late.” he mentions, as he pulls down what he agrees are in the way. “you’ll be fine.” you state as your fingers tug on his boxers. “you better be right”

you smile, as his lips attack your neck and his hands roam under your crew neck and all over your body. you let out an airy moan as his fingers find your nipples, but that’s before he pulled your sweater off as well, and his mouth latches on. your back arches as his hands roll down your sides, your hips and then to your ass. he squeezes before his hands find their home between your thighs. you’re shut up from a moan as willy kisses you while playing around with your wetness.

“always ready for me, aren’t you?”

you merely nod when his thumb begins to rub circles on your clit and two of his fingers slip through your entrance. “mmmm yeah” you moan.

your fingers continue to tug at his boxers, will letting you drag them down. you were very aware of his bulge, and when his cock slaps against his stomach you’re thankful you were able to convince him.

“is this what you were needy for? what you tease me for?” you look up at him, clenching around nothing but the void. “please will,” your hand raking down his v-line to give him some strokes “fuck me” you whine, getting up just a tad so you could pull him down by his chains with you. he kisses you as your legs habitually wrap around his waist letting his cock push in.

your eyes roll back, that’s exactly what you wanted. your fingers immediately find his still moist hair, willy taking no time but to find a brisk pace. “fuck yeah just like that” you plead, as you move with his every thrust. willy’s mouth finding home in your breasts once again, making his beard rub against your silky skin which only added on top of all the pleasure.

you couldn't stop clenching around him, and you knew you were breaking him by the second. so willy finds your clit, and he’s ruthless with his fingers. you bite your lip to mask your moans, even nipping on his shoulders. “cum for me, love. oh god i fucking love it when you clench around me”

whimpering as the coil snaps in your belly you kick his lower back to go impossibly deeper into you. he lightly snickers, before his cock twitches and he kisses your cheek as he rides both of your highs out. “yeah that’s my good girl” he whispers, grabbing your hips and continuing to thrust into you.

your head is turned to the side, your eyes closed, as you feel like his pace never softens. your hands reach out to grip his forearms as your moans don’t stop and you can feel the beginning of your second orgasm rushing in. that’s until he stops all at once, and you can’t help but cry out at the emptiness. you take a deep breath as you catch his teasing. “mmm later, älskling.” well, of course.

kneeling up just like him you kiss him and nip at his lip. “hey google, what time is it?” you ask your home device. hearing her response you smirk at willy, “hmm i stand corrected.” he merely slaps your ass before he gets up, cleans himself and gets ready. you laid down on your tummy, not bothering to put your clothes back on just yet.

when will comes out, he bites his lip and groans just the softest bit as you stare innocently back at him. not forgetting to flutter your lashes. “you’re in for it later” he warns.

you felt your cunt throb at his tone.

—

you sat on your couch, blanket in hand, as you saw the last few minutes of the game pass on the clock. “and the leafs go home tonight with their third win of the week” the broadcasters say as the boys crowd to head pat sammy. you smile as you watch your boyfriend hug jt and the other boys. they managed to pull through with another win despite a pretty persistent game. the credit goes to not only ilya but also to the game winning goal scorer: william. the same man who you’ll be waiting to come through your door once again, so you can show him just how proud — and worked up — you are.

you waited around watching the post game coverage, fidgeting in your sweatpants. closer to the time you know william would be in his car, you decided to get up and strip yourself from the sweats. you figured you’d save him the time. so you sat back down on the couch, with a crewneck of willy’s and just your baby pink panties underneath.

just as you draped the blanket on your lap, willy unlocks the door. walking in while taking off his coat and shoes, his eyes find yours. he sees how dark they are, but you didn’t budge. he walked up to the back of the couch, letting your head fall back so he could lean down and kiss you. he was quick to pull you close, turning you around so you were kneeling and facing him, reaching for his kisses once again.

letting your fingers run through his hair, he looked down and saw the thin pink fabric. “mmm nice to see you too baby” he says, lips forming into a smile. “you took too long” you whined at him, as you felt everything to be dreadfully longer than usual.

he snickered, his hands running down to rest on the small of your back. you desperately kissed him again, not knowing how much longer you could wait till he could pin you down on your bed and make you cry. “oh what a needy girl you are”

you smiled, as he gripped your ass and pulled you up and off of the couch. he carried you to the bedroom, your kisses never leaving his warm skin. throwing you down on the bed, he bites his lip at the site — resulting in you letting out a cheeky giggle. he follows quickly after tossing away his suit jacket, choosing to take off your sweater at the same time. his lips trail over you some more, leaving wet kisses on the curves of your breasts before going down and kissing your stomach.

you shiver when his mouth gives you small pecks on your thighs before he lays another on your clothed cunt. you can’t hold back a moan even at the barely present touch. he looks up at you smirking at your squirmy state. “got you all worked up from my goal, didn’t i?” he states more so than asks, taking his sweet sweet time to discard your wet panties. you're practically rolling your eyes.

“well i’ve been thinking about you all evening. how i left your tight pussy dripping wet. figured i’d give you what you wanted so bad earlier.” you whimpered. “a good girl should get what she deserves, don’t you think?” his voice grew lower as he looked up at you, your pussy throbbed again. “yeah-yeah she should.” he hums.

“the real question is whether she can actually take it?” he threatens, as his fingers graze your cunt and he quickly nips on your buds. fuck you’re screwed you thought. making his way down he hauls your hips with him. he gave one bold swipe from your already dripping hole to your clit and you let out a small gasp.

his tongue moved quickly, flicking softly at your clit until rotating to lap at your entrance as he groaned at the taste of you. his nose bumping perfectly into your clit, he was feasting like it was his last meal on earth.

your body was squirming, your hips trying to grind on his mouth if you weren't attempting to close your thighs around willy’s head. that made his beard scrape against your inner thighs even more, making pleasure curl throughout your body.

he knew, will always knew. so he purposely moved his face side to side, painting red patches on your velvety skin. the two different feelings numbed your mind. you pressed your head back into the pillow as your free hand reached to grip his hair aggressively. moans spilled into the room and you pushed him closer into you as you chased your orgasm. “mmm—don’t stop—fuck will”

willy’s cock throbbed against his dress pants as he saw your back arching from the bed and felt your nails digging into his scalp. he groaned into you again and the vibrations sent you spiralling while his teeth teased your bundle of nerves. he sucked hard on it and you cried out his name.

when his three fingers slipped inside, no problem, the coil snapped and your wetness soaked his hand and mouth. he cleaned you up, lapping at the most unholiest drink. his beard rubbed against your pussy and you whimpered at the sensitivity. he did it again before he kissed your clit and connected his damp lips with yours.

you moaned at the taste of yourself, and willy smirked. “delicious, no? fuck i can eat you out for days, princess.”

you sat up and grabbed his neck to pull him in for another kiss. you needed something to ground you and you didn’t know what else to do other than kiss him until both of your lips were puffy and pink. willy gripped your ass and pulled you close to him, he was still dressed and you didn’t think that was right.

your soft hands unhooked the last few buttons on his shirt, he had the first three open anyways. willy slipped it off as you rubbed your hands against his chest, down his stomach and traced his v-line like he loves. your fingers targeted his zipper next, “take it off” you mumbled. he smirked in response, getting off of the bed he dragged his pants down and threw them in the direction of his jacket. he walked back to the bed but you dragged down his boxers before he could get back on, “this especially.”

his cock was shiny, precum lacing the pink tip. you licked your lips, his dark eyes steady on you. he had the whole night planned out already, and you could only picture how you would already feel after the first round.

he sat down beside you, grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you into his open lips. as you leaned in, your leg draped over one of his legs before william folds it upwards. you gasped, feeling how the stern muscles of his thick thighs pushed right under your wet cunt. “you like that?”

what a stupid question you thought. as if he doesn’t see just how much you stare — in sweats, in dress pants, in jeans, so be it. you thought about them a rotting amount of times everyday. and oh how you’d be lying if you didn’t physically ache over how much you wanted to be writhing on top of them.

you scoffed at him. “can i?” you ask softly, nipping at the inside of your lip as you look at him with your needy eyes. he smiled as he grabbed your hips and started a steady rhythm for you.

your hands found his shoulders as you rocked back and forth. willy gave you kisses on your collarbone, “that’s it, keep going” he was eating up your little moans and whines as you glistened his thigh. nipping down on your soft skin, he flexed his leg. “oh fuck” you yelped as your head fell back at the action.

“eyes on me, darling” he demanded, and you did so. looking at him as he flexed again and your lips fell open. “come on baby girl, soak these thighs” you pull his head into your chest at his words. gripping a handful of his hair as you moaned and twitched. he flexed again, and god forbid if his thumb so happened to rub a circle on your clit. but it did, and he didn’t have to do many before you were chanting his name.

keeping his thigh nicely pushed up against you, he guided you as your juices dripped down his leg. he groaned at the sight, and how you didn’t stop cumming, and how it began falling on the bed sheets. “what a fucking good girl.” he moaned out, seeing how flushed your face got with the lazy last rolls of your hips.

you stopped at the tremble in your own thighs, your head falling on his shoulder and kissing the crook of his neck. your hands found his upright cock and stroked him. he grunted in your ear, feeling how it twitched in your snug grip.

you kissed once again, your forehead against willy’s. “i need you. inside of me” you mumbled into his lips. “please baby”

“my pleasure” he states as he rolls you over. as you get on all fours willy kisses your shoulder, “gonna be my pretty little slut, are you?” he whispers in your ear.

“always am.” you shoot back and will snickers.

he guided himself to you, purposely avoiding your entrance as he teased. sliding his tip to your clit then back down your slit before he slides in seamlessly. a loud throaty moan threatening to escape at how stretched you felt. how you always felt.

he pumped in and it of you devilishly long and slow. as he dragged out every thrust, he would fully exit before retentering. you were dying at the inconsistency of his pace. “faster willy, please.” you begged, “i can’t take it much longer”

he had a smirk plastered on his smug face. he was fucking with you, oh indeed. but it was your choice: either be teased and edged the whole night or well…

he pushes you down, pinning you hard, as he buries his cock in you once again. he pushed down on your lower back as he felt like he could enter not only way deeper than before, but more predominantly. and you expected it.

he thrusted in you at a more familiar pace before he increased it more and more. your face found home in a pillow you had dragged down to you from above. gnawing on it, your moans were still hard to muffle.

the sound of skin slapping skin had your eyes rolling, as his hands sternly gripped your hips into his own. willy could be found groaning as well, even nipping his own lip to try his best to outlast you. but it was hard as you clenched around him every time he was balls deep.

though he easily kept an angle that made you repeatedly chant things like “fuck fuck fuck fuck ugh fuuuck” and he hit it visiously.

“feels so good willy so fucking good”

“i know baby girl. let go for me” he mumbles against your shoulder, placing wet kisses and nibbles.

and so you did, again. feeling the rush of pleasure consume you as willy hushes your whines and moans by pulling you up to him. resting on his chest, your head lolled to the side he held you close as your high faded away.

his hand moved from your neck and gently made its way down your curves. his fingers found your soaking pussy and he groaned at the feeling of his fingers playing with all the gathered juices.

you turned to lay on your back and willy followed. but you knew he hadn’t cummed yet and the look in his eyes told you enough. he kissed your neck, “do you think you can take another hm? wanted it so bad earlier” he teased, though he kept a more gentler tone as he understood your overstimulated state.

you looked at him, playing with his hair. despite knowing just how sensitive you’ll be in a moment, fuck was this so hot. “you know i’ll always be ready for you. this is your perfect little tight pussy. it’s yours willy all fucking yours”

“that’s it princess, it’s all mine.” he says with a smile, taking his cock and thrusting right in. he lifted your hips high in the air as he started at a firm pace once again. he hit that faultless spot deep inside in less than a second. you couldn’t help but scream out a series of expletives, as the oh too familiar haze felt like you were starting to lose all possible control.

he spat on your clit, which was exhibited for his full disposal. using his thumb to push harsh circles. your lip was on the verge of extracting drops of crimson red with the way you were biting down on it. willy continued mumbling things to you but you were in no capability of hearing, understanding or responding to any of it. he was impelling you to the verge of your fourth orgasm in just the bit of time of his return. all you could do was scream.

you ate at the blazing pleasure from both his vigorous hands and his thick cock, giving into it as you gripped willy as hard as you possibly could. william could feel himself twitching at the way your saturated pussy clamped around him. it felt so cruel as his cock ached of its own release.

will’s thrusts never stopped after your high, as he dropped your hips from his high grip. he kept his hands under your knees, widening your thighs far apart. you felt the burn in your eyes as willy wiped your cheek. “i’m so proud of you, baby. taking me so fucking good like the cockslut you are. you can do it, just another for me, princess.”

“y-yeah, yes, ye” you whined out, fuck you didn’t even know what you were saying. he was pounding into you, your boobs jumping with every move of his. so did his chains, in which you gripped, yanking as willy followed down with them. you wanted a kiss, letting willy taste your warm and salty tears. when he moved upwards, your hands kept at the cold metal around his neck.

willy’s deep grunts infatuated you. a bruise would most likely be found on your hips and thighs as he kept you as wide open as you could for him. his hips began to stutter, as your sensitivity only got worse. your thundering heartbeat in your ear and the fire in your lower stomach making the world around you a blur. your chest heaved and drips of sweat fell from willy’s chest. “cum-gonna-cum fuck yeah so fucking close- shit” you moaned out, “come willy, come for me”

“mm baby i can’t help with that fluttering cunt of yours”

with one last twitch, and one last sloppy thrust, you cry out again, now at the feeling of his warm seed coating you. as he pulled out, your conjoined cum dripped out of your pink pussy. willy bit his lip before he decided to dive down and lap you clean. you winced at his flat tongue, gripping the sheets for dear life. “jesus christ william”

he came back up as he kissed your cunt before kissing up towards your mouth again. “you’re so perfect. love how you can take what you tease for all the time” he says in your ear as he moves to the side, letting you follow him to rest on his chest. you smile,

“i get what i want.”

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famous - w.nylander

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the cameras followed you everywhere. from downtown Toronto to your small little hometown, they couldn’t seem to get enough of you. so it was no surprise when the flashes of cameras began to appear outside of scotiabank arena attempting to follow you inside to watch your boyfriends hockey game.

“y/n, are you here for Auston Matthews?” “who are you here to see?” “is it true one of the leafs players is your secret husband?” and many other questions were being screamed at you as you tried to get into the arena safely. security was attempting to block the mob off of cameras when you successfully made it inside letting out a sigh of relief. so much for just trying to be a normal fan and enter like everyone else.

the questions were only partially true. you weren’t there for Auston Matthews, but you were there to see your secret boyfriend of four years, William. it was the only thing you were able to keep private about your life. you loved sharing your life with your fans and friends, but you couldn’t bare to let the world know this secret. not when things were just starting to get good.

“you attract one hell of a crowd, don’t you?” a security guard asked watching you remove the sunglasses from your face. you should’ve known better that sunglasses on a grey day were going to give you away.

“I try not too.” you smiled grabbing your things from the security bins posing for a quick picture with one of the guards that had his phone out. one thing about being famous was you could never turn down a photo. even if it exposes where you were this Saturday evening.

“should we have security escort you out after the game?”

you smiled shaking your head putting your sunglasses back on, “no that won’t be necessary, I’ll be leaving with my boyfriend.” you pressed a soft smile to your lips heading inside to the concourse being surrounded by people just like you. happy and excited leaf’s fans. being famous was always fun; seeing people recognize you and cheer for you to win an award, but nothing made you more excited and happy to see a ‘Nylander’ jersey on a leafs fan.

you moved at a fast pace to avoid being stopped to get to your seat. you noticed the stares, whispers, and jaws dropping as you moved by. you wish you could ignore them, but you knew what they were saying. just like every other page 5 tabloid was saying, “who is the lucky guy that got y/n to move from the sunny Los Angeles to Toronto?”

will always laughed at those articles because he never has to convince you once to move to Canada. you made yourself right at home in his apartment without any say from him.

when you finally found your spot you removed your sunglasses to get a better look at things, and there he was. tossing pucks to kids during warmups and skating with glee. he always called you his good luck charm, and he was right. every game you ever attended of his he played spectacular. that even went for tonight too.

you couldn’t wait to read the headlines of the morning newspaper tomorrow. you knew they were going to be about just how well he was playing. you knew you’d hang it on the fridge for him to read when he woke up first thing. you could just see the smile on his face.

once the game had ended and William was announced the first star of the night you, and security, made your way down to the locker rooms. you couldn’t wait to engulf him in the biggest hug and tell him how much you loved him.

when you got down there you spotted the mop of blonde hair in a blue uniform and you pushed your way through trainers, security, and other players to get to him, “there he is! my first star!” you practically jumped into his arms. you didn’t care for the hockey equipment smell and the scent of body odor. you were just too proud.

he didn’t want to let go, he loved how affectionate you were to him in private. even he never got to show you off publicly, things like this always made him realize how worth it was to be with you.

he pulled away from the hug, his hands moved from your back to your waist not wanting to let you go just yet. he knew reporters were coming soon and he’d have to pretend he didn’t know you were even here for the team.

“I heard you caused quite the stir outside of the arena? how are we going to sneak out of here?” he chuckled, he could only imagine if he ever went out with you after the game to his car. it would be a war zone, he’s seen you be mobbed before and he only wished he was there to punch the cameras out of your face.

you shrugged with a sheepish smile, “maybe we just don’t? maybe I get to show the world I’m dating the hottest hockey player.” your cheeks flushed with color, embarrassed, hoping he will say yes to your proposal. you knew he couldn’t resist, he finally would be proving to his teammates he had the hottest significant other.

“if it’s what you want,” he paused looking at the reporters starting to line up outside of the locker room. he saw the gaping mouths and the whispers at the two of you together, “then we can.” he nudged his head in the direction of cameras beginning to be pulled out to snap pictures of you both. turning around just in time, camera flashes began to fill your eyes and there was only thing you could think of doing before sending him off to answer questions about the game.

you turned back around deciding to press your lips onto his. you could feel him almost pull back, before finally giving in. he kissed you back. you could hear the shuttering of the cameras and the movement of the reporters. they were trying hard to ignore you both going into the locker room for questions, but it was impossible to not be drawn to you and him. he knew every question about the game was out the window, but he couldn’t wait to tell everyone about you. it was all he ever wanted.

he pulled away once the final reporter went inside, “time to go answer how I scored the y/n.”

you chuckled at his words, “you didn’t score me, I scored you.”

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[jackhues]

the giant stop sign - william nylander

notes: i hope you guys like this, fifth fic for 'it's the most wonderful time of the year' celly :)) also this takes place in toronto, i mentioned a blue banana market and kensington market in the fic - kensington is an area with lots of shops and the blue banana market is a shop where you can get a lot of things

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"please tell me you didn't rip a stop sign out of the ground for this," you muttered to yourself.

william looked at you, back at the stop sign, then back at you, before shrugging. "okay, i won't tell you."

"william!" your eyes widened.

he laughed, his eyes crinkling as he shook his head. "have you seen a stop sign this huge out on the streets?"

he had a point. the stop sign was huge - looking more like a construction sign. and it was much larger than the ones out on the streets.

"did you buy that?" you asked this time. "where would you even find one of those?"

"i got it from the blue banana in kensington market," he answered. "you can get anything there."

it was true. there were so many things in that store, you had no doubt you could get a giant stop sign from there.

"are you done asking questions about my stop sign?" he asked. "i'd like to beat you at this race, now."

"it's not a race," you reminded him. "if it was, i'd beat you. i've got an actual sled, while you're using a stop sign."

"if you're so sure, let's make it a race," he smirked.

"absolutely not," you shook your head. "you're way too competitive."

despite being pretty laid back about most things, your boyfriend was still one of the most competitive people you knew. not only was he a hockey player, but he grew up with a lot of siblings - the combination making him a little more competitive than most.

"sure, sure," he nodded. "whatever you say."

you rolled your eyes, laughing as you set up your sled.

it'd snowed the night before, making the conditions perfect to go sledding. there was a high school with a large hill near your house, the place you grew up. being able to bring your boyfriend here was something you'd always hoped you'd be able to do.

there were no kids at the moment, which made sense considering it was early as hell. willy was a morning person, and you wanted to be the first to go down the hill.

"ready?" you asked him, adjusting your sled at the top of the hill.

"ready," he agreed.

"and.... go!"

the two of you kicked off your respective sleds (well, stop sign in william's case), rushing down the hill.

you laughed loudly as snow got caught in the front of william's stop sign halfway down, causing him to roll down the rest of the way.

unfortunately, you lost your balance because of how hard you were laughing, your sled turning sideways and throwing you off.

you and william looked at each other, laying near the bottom of the hill, and then your sleds, discarded somewhere above you. you giggled at the turn of events.

william laughed a little, making his way over and putting his hand out to help you up. you allowed him to help you up, keeping a snowball behind you. you smiled mischievously once you were on your feet, shoving the snowball in your boyfriend's face.

willy made a sound of disbelief, blinking rapidly as you ran away giggling.

"oh, it's on," he muttered, wiping the snow from his lashes.

you should've been nervous, especially considering his competitive streak. but at the moment, the only thing you could think of, was how happy you were to be doing this with him.

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[ilyasorokinn]

Congrats on 2.5k! I'm sorry I never realized I hadn't been following you!

Could you do William Nylander + 14. "i've been looking for my hoodie-" "my hoodie, you mean."?

Thanks so much and congratulations again!!

THE HOODIE DEBACLE

thank you bestie! you're so sweet!

14. "i've been looking for my hoodie-" "my hoodie, you mean." (from this prompt list)

for weeks, will had been trying to find a specific hoodie. it was one of his favorites and he wore it often, but one day, it just disappeared out of thin air. it was strange.

he decided to push it to the back of his mind and keep his eye out for it. he was getting ready for the game, fixing his watch as pablo sat in front of him.

"what? you want a snack?" pablo perked up at that.

"all right, i'll finish getting ready." he grabbed his jacket and slipped the chain over his neck.

he made his way out to the kitchen where you were already giving your other dog, simon, treats, "you want a treat, too, pablo?" pablo rushed up to you and sat patiently for his treat.

"good boy." you cooed, bending down and scratching his head before doing the same to simon.

will froze when he saw what you were wearing, "hey!" you looked up, startled by his exclamation.

"what? what is it?"

"you stole it!"

"stole what?" you asked.

"my hoodie. i've been looking for my hoodie-"

"my hoodie, you mean." you cut him off.

"no, it's mine." he corrected.

"what's yours is mine and what's mine is mine," you told him.

will shook his head, "where did you hear that?"

"the bible," you stated.

"you're funny, but i don't think that's the saying."

"well, we must've ready different bibles 'cause that's what mine said." you shrugged, turning your attention back to the dogs.

"y/n, that is my hoodie." he reminded.

"fine, when it stops smelling like you, then i'll give it back."

"and when will that be?"

"i don't know, i can't tell the future." he sighed.

"whatever. i'll see you later tonight."

"i'll be the one with your last name on my back." you smiled.

"love you, crazy."

"love you, too." you called after him.

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[laurenairay]

9) “You’re an idiot.” “Thanks!”

This request with William Nylander please :)

9 – “You’re an idiot.” “Thanks!” – William Nylander

685 words.

I had a lot of fun writing this one, anon! And a lot of fun researching it too.

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Dating William Nylander could be a wild ride – the parties, the nightclubs, the team events, the constant media attention – and when things were good, he absolutely thrived. You loved seeing him in his element, laughing and joking with his friends on the team, dancing with him on club dancefloors, holding his hand at team events, embracing that full-on 100% persona he used to get through the highs and lows of hockey in Toronto.

But sometimes, an evening in with just the two of you was just what you needed, wearing your cosiest pyjamas while drinking wine and watching TV quiz shows. The two of you had a routine now, as silly as it sounded, and most of the time it was William who instigated it – whenever he came home from practice with a couple of bottles of wine in hand and a hopeful look on his face, you knew that all he wanted was to wind down in front of the TV on the sofa with you, and you were always more than happy to indulge him.

You’d have thought by this point that he would be better at answering the quiz questions though.

“Who painted the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel?”

“Van Gogh!” William called out.

You just snickered. “Michelangelo.”

“The answer is…Michelangelo.”

“Damn, that wasn’t even close,” William snorted.

“Don’t worry baby, I’m sure you’ll get the next one,” you teased.

He just laughed, leaning over to peck your lips in a soft kiss before sitting back upright and taking a sip of his wine.

“Who wrote ‘it was the best of times, it was the worst of times’?”

“Roald Dahl?” William guessed.

“Charles Dickens,” you said simply.

“The answer is…Charles Dickens.”

“Whoops,” William shrugged.

And the next half hour didn’t get any better from there.

~

“Which British singer holds the record for the fastest-selling album in the US?”

“Ed Sheeran!”

“Adele.”

“The answer is…Adele.”

~

“What is the capital of New Zealand?”

“Auckland? Is that a city?”

“Maybe Wellington?”

“The answer is…Wellington.”

~

“Gouda is a popular cheese originating from which country?”

“Uh…France?”

“Nah, it’s The Netherlands!”

“The answer is…The Netherlands.”

~

“From which city do the band The Killers originate?”

“Salt Lake City!”

“Los Angeles?”

“The answer is…Las Vegas.”

“Well at least we both got that last one wrong,” you mused.

“I don’t think I got a single question right here,” William said, grimacing dramatically.

“You’re an idiot,” you giggled, draining the last of your wine.

“Thanks!” William said with a big grin.

His silly response made you burst out laughing properly as you set your empty wine glass on the table, your boyfriend joining you with snickering laughter of his own. “Okay, that was mean of me, I’m sorry baby.”

“It’s okay, I know I’m not always the sharpest crayon in the box,” he shrugged, still smiling.

“Still doesn’t mean I can be rude or make you feel bad,” you said simply, raising an eyebrow.

“Alright, well I forgive you anyway,” William said, shrugging again.

This guy was too good to be true sometimes. And the last thing you ever wanted was to make him feel bad about himself.

“Are you sure there’s no way I can make it up to you?” you asked, tilting your head in question.

He looked at you for a moment in silence before a slow smirk spread across his lips, tongue darting out briefly to wet them. “I’m sure there something I can think of.”

Yeah that was more like the boyfriend you knew and loved. William slid his hand over your thigh to emphasise his point, making you laugh as you climbed into his lap, straddling his thighs.

“How are we doing so far on coming up with ideas, baby?” you teased, pressing your chest up against his so your lips were brushing.

William slid his hands round to rest on your ass with a grin. “I think we’re off to a good start.”

It was all you could do to laugh again as he captured your lips in a kiss, losing yourself in his familiar embrace, letting your body melt into his.

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[willyismybicycle]

𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕜𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕒 𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤

Title: never kissed a mouth that tastes like yours [AO3 Link] Pairing: Auston Matthews/William Nylander (some side Max Domi, Tyler Bertuzzi) Rating: Explicit Summary: It’s not that Auston isn’t aware places like this exist, he’s just never thought to really look for it. What does he even type into Google anyway?

“Underground omega male only slutty dance club”?

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Auston Matthews, Top Auston Matthews, Omega William Nylander, Bottom William Nylander, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Public Sex, Oral Sex, Dirty Dancing, Felching, Wet & Messy, Beta Tyler Bertuzzi, Beta Max Domi, Knotting, Multiple Orgasms, Pining

Of course Max and Tyler know a place. 

It’s not that Auston isn’t aware places like this exist, he’s just never thought to really look for it. What does he even type into Google anyway? “Underground omega male only slutty dance club”? 

He should’ve known better. This is Max’s city, and Bertz — well, he’s Bertz. And the two of them get up to all sorts of shit, probably. He’ll have to ask what other venues they visit. See if he’s into whatever shit they’re into. 

Because this place is fucking wild. 

He should’ve known it would be, since they had to check their phones in and had to acknowledge their strict no photographs or videos rule. 

Upon entering the darkened building, the first thing he noticed was the sheer amount of stuff and people. The scents took some time to get used to, his nose tingling immediately. He smells a little bit of everything and everyone, and it makes his nostrils flare. 

“You’ll get used to it,” Tyler tells him, looking unbothered. 

Maybe so, but for now, he ducks his head down a little, his own scent from his turtleneck helping him refocus. 

It kind of looks like any other strip club — there’s a stage, there’s a walkway, there’s two poles on either end. But there’s also… other stuff. 

His eyes look upward, at the various chains and swings hanging from the ceiling — he wants to know what the hell those all look like in action. 

“Neat, right?” Max yells into his ear, just to be heard over the thundering, booming music playing. Max is nudging him further inside to reveal the full bar, another stage, this time circular. There’s a cage in the middle. Fuck. 

He’s practically salivating at it all, so yeah, neat is one way to describe it. He nods and keeps walking with them. 

First, he spends most of his time observing the crowd. When the first dancers come on, he feels a little ripple of excitement, the hairs on his arms rising as he watches the routine. The crowd is loud — not exactly distasteful, but rowdy. Drunk, probably. 

Auston doesn’t even want to think about having a drink right now, he can’t understand anyone dulling their senses right now. He wants it all, to see, to watch, really watch. He wants to smell them, their sweat and pheromones, wants to fantasize how well they’d mix with him. He wants to feel the rush when they present themselves to the audience. To him. 

The first dancers are okay. They look good, they smell good, but they’re clearly bonded.  

The second dance he has to excuse himself, clear his head and reign in his rising alpha urge to claim someone — anyone. 

Like the omega in the next stall of the bathroom giving what sounds like an incredibly sloppy blowjob. 

His control is unparalleled, he knows this. His parents raised him right but goddamn does he think being born an alpha might be a slight curse. 

Max and Bertz, they’re out there not struggling whatsoever, being attracted to omegas and alphas alike, not to mention other betas. And here he is, convincing himself not to jerk off in a public bathroom just to feel a little bit of calm. 

By the time he returns, still half-hard and antsy, he suspects he’s missed an act or two. The man on stage right now is tall and lithe — and wearing very little. The crop top and shorts give off an effortless look and, for a second, Auston’s mouth waters at the skin he’s presented. But as he walks closer, the scent isn’t quite right — it smells clean. Almost clinical. 

He sighs inwardly. It’s not like he’s hunting for a soulmate in this place, he just — he just wants to pretend. 

He wants to believe, for a moment, that he has his perfect little omega, or even an omega-coded beta, and that they want to roll around in each other’s scents and just reek of happiness. 

Stupid fucking alpha instincts. 

Max and Ty have scooched their chairs so close together they might as well be sitting in each other’s laps, like they want to be. Some of the other dancers are mingling in the crowd, actually in people’s laps. 

He smells the lust in the air. Lucky them. 

He bites his useless paper straw stuck in his mostly empty glass of water and waits for the next dancer, wondering if maybe there’s just something wrong with him. Like, maybe his scent receptors are broken. Except he knows that’s not true because sometimes in the locker room, after a game, after most their scent blockers have worn off, he can smell his teammates and — 

His head gets dizzy from the rush of blood, forcing him to close his eyes to both stop the spinning of the room and also try and stop thinking about fucking his teammates.

“You okay, Matty?” Domi asks, with Bertz looking over, head cocked like the puppy he is sometimes. 

“Yeah, yup,” he answers so very eloquently, taking the last few sips of his drink. 

“Good, ‘cause you’re not gonna wanna miss the next dance,” Max says with the biggest, gappiest grin he’s ever seen. 

In hindsight, he should’ve asked Domi what the hell that meant. 

Instead, he gets to choke in every sense of the word. The instant the dancer struts out on stage, Auston knows who it is and proceeds to nearly slam his glass down, coughing when the liquid doesn’t go down right. He forgets how to breathe now that his nostrils are filled with the scent of honey-cinnamon cherry and cedarwood. As if holding his breath could keep the scent there longer, somehow. 

He’s pretty sure Max and Ty are laughing at him, which like, fuck them, he’s having a crisis. He’s pretty sure this is what a crisis feels like. 

He feels like his insides are bursting, ripping open — blossoming. Like something inside of him has grown too large for his body to hold and desperately trying to spill out of every orifice and seam in his body. 

The dancer — he can’t think of him as Willy or he’ll simply combust — is just as scandalously dressed, showing off all his hard-earned muscle. In nothing but a harness and a snug jock that can be seen through a sheer skirt, he looks so damn good, Auston would kill a man just to take a picture. The skirt hides nothing even if it goes down to his ankles, slits running up each side the length of his legs all the way to his hips. 

Even though he’s masked with a dark veil, Auston knows it’s him. He would know. He. Would. Know. 

He’s turned to the right side of the stage and fuck , Auston can see every ridge of his obliques that he’s dreamed of running his tongue along. 

Willy — he — rolls his hips on stage and Auston nearly passes out. The muscle in Will’s ass tightens with the move and Auston watches as he twirls, his perfectly sculpted ass out on full display. 

It’s torture. It’s cruel and unusual punishment, inhumane, for this to be happening. His cock fills at an alarming pace, saliva pooling in his mouth as his instincts scream at him to claim the gift being presented to him. 

In his mind, reels of flashbacks start to play, all the chances he gets to see Will’s body, which is so often thanks to Will’s aversion to clothing. 

Will isn’t built like most omegas — not anymore. He left for Sweden and came back built more like an alpha than most alphas, if Auston’s honest. 

He thought it might help stop him from wanting Will so badly that his fucking bones ached, but it’s somehow only made him want Willy more. Like Will’s body is a challenge, calling out to be conquered. 

He wants to, he wants to more than anything.

Each step shows off the power and strength of Will’s thighs — thick, coiled muscle flexing with every movement as he makes his way across the stage. The fabric is a stunning blue — dark, like the Leafs logo they wear — in contrast to his porcelain thighs. It’s so light that it flows with each stride, swishing around Willy’s legs like ribbons of water in a whirlpool. 

Hell, he knows Willy can move, anyone watching him skate would know that. But this… These are movements he’s never seen Will make, other than in his private fantasies. Seeing them so publicly is like suffering.

Will gets on his knees. 

It’s not difficult to imagine himself underneath, to picture Will straddling him instead of nothing, to envision Willy grinding down on him instead of the air between his legs. 

He could make Willy so happy, he knows it. 

“Okay there, buddy?” Max teases and, without meaning to, he growls. Max backs off without question, and Auston will probably feel bad about it later, but right now he has to fight every urge in his body and it’s taking everything in him not to run up on stage and mount Willy. 

Perfect, beautiful Willy. 

The set is both too long and too short, in Auston’s mind, despite his brain trying to slow down every second so his eyes can follow every fucking tendon he can see. It’s painful, how enticing Willy’s body is — from the curves of his thighs to the suggestive treasure trail leading down his abs. 

He wants. He needs. 

The moment Will is done with his set, sauntering off stage like he owns the place, all Auston can do is stare after those enticing hips that lead to the perfect, plump ass he’s been trying so hard not to stare at for the past eight seasons. 

“You knew?” Auston asks, deep and rumbling, holding back his primal instincts to snap his teeth and declare war on anyone else interested in Will. 

“Hey, c’mon,” Ty chirps. “Of course we knew, we’re his lineys. Gotta make sure nobody fucks with our Willy.” 

“Yeah, now come on,” Max jumps in, motioning for Auston to stand. 

“Where are we… ?” 

“Come on,” Max repeats, walking and expecting Auston to follow. 

He does. 

—

He can understand now why Max and Bertz come here, even if they weren’t simply enjoying the club. He knows how protective they are of Will on the ice, now he sees it off the ice too. 

The hall leading to the backstage area is packed with people — mostly alphas, all of them swimming around like sharks waiting for a hint of blood.

He feels like it might be impossible to find Willy in the crowd, but then he hears it — the sound of Willy’s laugh. He’d be able to pick that sound out of any noise on the planet. 

Parting the crowd, he pushes his way in between warm, sticky bodies, until Willy’s giggling gets louder and louder. 

He’s still in the same outfit he wore on stage, minus the veil. Laying his eyes on Will like this… it’s an experience. Christ, there are sparkles on him. They look like little stars smattered across his skin, among the constellation of freckles already adorning his shoulders. 

“What the fuck,” he blurts out before he can think it through. 

Will’s smile falters for just a split second, but Auston sees the flicker of hurt in his eyes. Then he does something Auston’s never seen him do — he shies away. 

Crossing his arms, Willy looks away, eyes dropping. 

Fuck. 

He’s pretty sure he hears Max groan in disappointment and then the sour smell starts to permeate his space. It takes a second for him to figure out that it’s Willy’s embarrassment. He’s never smelled that scent in his fucking life. 

“No — I didn’t mean it like, fuck,” Auston rushes, taking a step forward. 

The plus side? Willy doesn’t step away. 

The downside? He’s pretty sure Bertuzzi just growled at him a little. 

“I’m sorry,” he amends quickly. Willy just does something to his ability to speak, to think. 

“I just meant — I didn’t know that you — you were so fucking good out there.”

Willy bites his lip, looking at him again. They’re only an inch apart but Willy looks through his lashes at Auston in a way that makes him want to commit a crime. 

“Wasn’t expecting you,” Willy says instead of acknowledging all of Auston’s blunders. 

“Uh, I wasn’t expecting you,” Auston says, letting his eyes roam Willy’s body up and down again now that his friend has uncrossed his arms. “You were incredible. Are. Are incredible.” 

Christ, get a grip. 

Willy laughs, which means Auston is forgiven, and it’s like the earth has healed. 

“Thanks.”

“Do you, um…” 

“What, come here often?” Willy quips. “Once a month, maybe. After my heat has cleared for sure. If we’re in town.” 

Right.

“Oh,” he says lamely, eyes blinking dumbly. What’s he supposed to say? “Cool”?

“Aus?” 

God, he wishes he could focus, he’s in the middle of a conversation but his instincts are screaming. He just hopes he doesn’t sound breathless as he answers. “Yeah?”

“You wanna fuck me?” 

Auston swallows a pained noise as his dick throbs against the confines of his pants. Why the fuck did he wear such tight jeans? 

“What,” he squeaks, hoping to buy himself more time to think of a reasonable answer. 

Willy shrugs as he runs his hand through his hair. “Iunno, you kinda reek of horny. I thought maybe it was for, uh — this,” he explains, waving a hand down himself to signal the outfit. “But if it’s someone else, th —”

“It’s you!” Auston cuts him off, trying to avoid any more floundering. If Willy ever got the wrong idea that Auston had his eyes on anyone else here tonight, Auston would absolutely throw himself off a building. No. Willy is, and has always been, ethereal to him, very little in the world could compare. “You,” he repeats. 

Willy grins and tugs Auston by the collar of his expensive shirt, not caring if he stretches it out. Auston doesn’t give a fuck either, not when Willy lets himself bump into a wall and pull Auston towards him. 

He’s fantasized about kissing his teammate too many times to count — he’s only fucking human, okay? Willy’s lips have always looked perfect for kissing, soft, rosy and constantly licked or nibbled on, how could he not? And now Auston gets to see just how right he was about it. They slot together perfectly, his tongue swiping along said perfect lips, begging for more. 

Willy opens for him, granting him access to heaven as he licks into Willy’s mouth. Willy tastes just as good as Auston thought he would. His nostrils fill with Willy’s scent as he starts to kiss down Willy’s neck next. 

All this time, he’s only ever gotten a whiff of this — diluted, post-game when the scent blockers are wearing off. Even when he’s been to Willy’s place, the windows had been open to air it out as a courtesy. Auston’s never hated someone for being so considerate before.

But now? Now he gets the pure, full-blown scent of Willy without blockers, without being aired out, and it’s all for him. Hell, he gets to taste it and Auston lets out a filthy moan into the hollow of Will’s throat. 

He can’t believe he’s been given the honour of tasting the most decadent dessert known to mankind. He savours it, each lick, every nibble, making sure he doesn’t leave a single inch of Willy’s skin untouched. 

Their scents start to combine, and Willy’s purring tugs Auston out of his hazy daydreams to focus on the here and now. Willy purrs a lot, but it feels different when it’s all for him. 

“Holy fuck, Willy,” he groans. “Dreamt of this…”

“Yeah?” Willy asks, breathless and with his fingers digging into the back of Auston’s neck. 

“Every fucking day,” he replies honestly, pressing Willy into the wall, his body needing to be inside, to be one with Willy’s more than anything in the world. 

“Show me,” Willy whispers but it rings clear in Auston’s head, like a command he’s been waiting for his whole life. The alpha instincts in him go into overdrive — the chance to make his fantasies a reality? 

But first — he wants to make Willy understand what it’s really about. It’s not about him, it’s about wanting to make Will feel good, that’s what he wants more than anything. 

He squeezes Willy’s hips before slipping his hands beneath the silky fabric of the skirt, hands roaming up the toned thighs that Auston’s dreamed of slipping between. His thumbs sweep over the muscle adoringly as he moves closer and closer to the junction of Willy’s groin, coaxing Willy’s legs open. The smell of Willy’s slick hits him and it makes his knees weak — he wants to drown himself in it.

“Oh my god,” he groans in Willy’s ear as he nudges the jockstrap aside and gives Willy’s hardening cock a few gentle strokes before sliding his fingers over Willy’s hole. He gets a gasp in return — the first of many sounds he’ll never forget. Bringing his fingers up, he takes a long whiff before taking them in his mouth. 

Willy’s eyes light up in delight, even as his pupils blow wide and dark, watching Auston like he’s the only person in this club. 

He preens about it, holding Willy’s attention like this and then he moans like a man starved the moment the taste floods his tongue. He always thought that in movies, after someone’s first bite of their meal, it was overly dramatic the way their eyes would flutter and roll back while they groaned. Now, he understands. He’s pretty sure he just did the exact same thing. 

“Fuck, you taste so good, baby.” 

“Then have another taste,” Willy goads with a mischievous grin. 

Well, Auston doesn’t need to be fucking told twice. 

—

Will’s heart is fucking racing, hammering in his chest harder than it’s ever had to before. He didn’t think Auston would actually show, but it had been too late to chicken out and now he’s so glad he hadn’t. 

Auston Matthews, one of the most eligible bachelors in the city, Alpha of the ages, getting down to his knees. For him, for Willy. 

The smell of his own slick is almost embarrassing when Auston pulls the flimsy jock down, damp patch evident. He pants as Auston’s giant hands knead into his thighs, encouraging one of them up and over those sturdy, broad shoulders. 

It’s good for him that Auston’s still propping Willy up because the moment Auston starts to eat him out, his legs go weak, knees giving out. 

“Oh fuck!” He desperately reaches to grab onto something, anything, as Auston’s tongue slips inside, curling and rolling, pressing in deeper and deeper. 

His hands find Auston’s hair, fingers curling and nails scraping along his scalp. “Auston, Auston.”

God, his whole body seems to vibrate as Auston moans against his entrance and he swears it travels through every nerve in body. “Holy shit.” 

Somewhere in his haze, he can see Bertz and Domi watching — watching him, watching Auston, but also still watching the crowd around them, puffing their chests out in challenge if someone gets too close to their little corner. He’s so grateful for them, grateful enough he doesn’t mind at all giving them a little show. 

He closes his eyes and lets his head drop against the wall, tugging at Auston’s hair to keep going.

Auston’s tongue is absolutely divine.

“Oh my god, Aus… Fuck, Aus,” he starts, rambling and becoming more incoherent as Auston’s mouth takes him apart. 

He’s never felt this level of need before. He’s had his urges, he’s had moments where he lusts or throws himself at someone because the omega drive has made him, but he’s never experienced this deep, unearthly desperation to be knotted by an alpha before. 

“Please, Aus, need your — need your knot,” he manages to gasp out, burning with embarrassment over his neediness. 

He knows Auston’s mouth is preoccupied but even still, he can make out a muffled “fuck”, and the groan that follows makes him squirm, Auston’s moustache tickling him. 

“Right here?” Auston asks when he finally detaches himself from Willy’s hole. The entire bottom of his face is soaked, glistening under the dark-coloured lighting of the club as he looks up at Will from his knees.

“Yeah,” he chokes out, feeling like a king. “Right fucking here.” 

And just like a royal servant, Auston obliges, standing up and Willy turns himself around, pulling the skirt to the side. He can hear Auston fighting his own zipper to tug his pants down. 

He knows Auston likes what he sees — what he smells and tastes, too — because the scent Auston gives off is spicy, enough to tickle Willy’s nose, and the way Auston drapes himself over Willy’s back is so possessive. And Auston’s cock — 

Even without meaning to, without the claiming bite, without any of the things they’re supposed to do, it still feels like a claim. 

He groans and pants like he’s in a fucking heat when Auston burrows himself inside, pushing his way into the space of Willy’s body like he’s making a home there. 

“Oh god, fuck, fuck,” Willy blabbers, getting increasingly higher pitched as his nails scrabble at the wall. “Aus, Aus — shit. ”

“Baby,” Auston whispers as he bottoms out, hips pressed to Willy’s ass. “Feel amazing, baby.”

Baby, baby, hell if Willy isn’t already over the moon, thinking about Auston calling him pet names while they lie in bed, mated, and not just having a one time fuck in a sketchy ass club. 

“Knot me, knot me,” he begs. Loudly. “Please, fuck, I want it, Aus. Want your knot, want your come, fuck — want you.”

“Yeah,” Auston agrees easily, voice strained. He wants to feel proud for making Auston sound like that but when Auston pulls back and thrusts in again, he makes the most pathetic keening noise possible and it all goes downhill from there. 

Auston’s cock stretches him in a way he didn’t expect, like all his organs are shifting to make space for him. Each snap of Auston’s hips feels like it could break him and he’s just merely holding onto the concrete wall for dear life, his face pressed to the cold tiles becoming so warm he feels like he could melt them. 

And then Auston starts talking. 

Things like “you’re so wet for me” and “can feel you gripping me so tight” and yeah, it is all for Auston which is such a problem, but he can’t stop. He drools against the tiles as Auston fucks the daylights out of him, his legs quivering as he gets shoved further and further up the wall. His cock, now trapped between his body and the wall, weeps. The friction isn’t quite right for him to get off, not that he needs it, but he’s aware that he’s making a mess of the wall. 

“Feels too good, baby, I’m gonna come,” Auston tells him eons later (or so it feels). 

Willy, already just barely hanging on by a thread, nods frantically. He’s been trying his best to hold on so they could come together and he lets out a guttural sound when he finally comes all over Auston’s knot. Auston’s knot . Christ, he’s wanted it for so long and now it’s growing inside of him as Auston lets out a filthy low moan that turns into a purr. 

Oh god, Auston’s purring.

Their scents and sounds mingle while Auston’s knot insistently pushes against his walls internally and he just about collapses after coming for an eternity. In front of him, the splatter on the wall drops, leaving streaks of milky come on its way to the ground.

Auston, to his credit, just plants a hand on the wall beside Will’s head and keeps the other arm wrapped around Will’s waist. He sags in Auston’s hold, panting, somehow knowing Auston would never drop him no matter how spent Auston may be. 

“You okay?” Auston asks gently, kissing his shoulder. Oh god. 

He nods, feeling his hair cling to the sweat along his neck. “S’perfect,” he slurs, eyes closing to commit this moment to memory. 

“… Can you please call your guard dogs off?”

Willy blinks his heavy eyes open again. His wha-?

Domi and Bertz are looking mostly unsure but they have their jaws clenched, ready for a fight. 

Right. 

He throws them a lazy smile over his shoulder. “S’all good,” he calls out, even if it’s far, far better than just good. 

“They look like they want to eat you alive,” Auston tells him, sounding a little — jealous?

“Maybe they do,” he replies nonchalantly, chest still heaving as he catches his breath. He’s going to milk Auston’s knot for all it’s worth, tiredly clenching around the shrinking base. 

“Maybe I should let them,” Auston snarks, sinking his teeth into Willy’s shoulder. 

When Auston pulls out, Will whines at the loss, at the empty space now that Auston’s no longer buried inside of him. A hot stream of come and slick leaks out and dribbles down his thighs, a filthy little reminder. 

He’s wiped at this point, exhausted and worn out in a way he can’t say he ever really feels except after a rough heat, which is maybe why he doesn’t exactly register Auston moving around — 

“Aunh!” His knees buckle when he feels a tongue lick along the length of his softening cock. 

It’s not Auston’s. 

“C’mere, baby,” Auston whispers, voice raspy as he maneuvers them — pulls Will close until they’re chest to chest and lips locked. He can still taste himself on Auston’s tongue, whining happily as he feels Auston’s warm, large hands gliding down his back. 

He groans when he feels another tongue lap at his balls. “Fuck,” he curses softly against Auston’s jaw. 

“Give ‘em a real taste,” Auston says, hands cupping his ass and spreading them apart, not giving him much of a choice. 

He’s shivering from it all — the post-orgasm high, Auston kneading his ass, his friends feasting on him like vultures. All he can do is cling to Auston’s shoulders, nails leaving little crescent-shaped marks and pant like an overheated dog. 

“Taste good, boys?” Auston asks over Willy’s shoulder. He sounds pretty fucking smug about it. 

It fucking must, Will thinks to himself, if the vigor of Bertz and Max’s tongues are anything to go by. His ass involuntarily clenches around them, only to be pried open again. 

“Fuck yeah,” Bertz replies enthusiastically before diving back in. 

“Shit, Aus,” he moans. He feels them… everywhere. Hands, tongues, teeth. He feels filthy, and he’s never been more turned in his life. His cock is already starting to fill again, pressing into Auston’s thigh as he embarrassingly starts grinding down on the toned muscle. 

“That turn you on, baby? Getting eaten out by our buds in front of all these people?” 

He shakes his head even if it’s a bold-faced lie, even if his grip on Auston’s shoulders tightens as one of them seals their mouth over his hole and shoves their tongue as far in as it’ll go. 

“Liar.” Auston’s hand lets go of his left ass cheek before it comes cracking down. It makes him jolt with a yelp and clench down on whoever’s tongue it is. 

“Hell,” Bertz bemoans from behind him. 

“Move over,” Max complains, and then Willy feels both of their tongues fighting for dominance at his hole. 

Auston’s hand slides down to his cock and he feels a wave of relief… though it's short-lived. 

“Lie to me again,” Auston dares, hand wrapping around his cock tightly — too tightly. 

“Fucking — fine,” he spits out begrudgingly. “You’re right, okay?” 

“Say it.” 

He bites his tongue. He wants to resist — mostly because he wants to see how far Auston will go with him, but he starts to ache all over. 

“Say it,” Auston demands again, voice lower. 

He wants to come so bad and someone’s cupping his balls just right and his hole is a fucking wet mess. 

“Fine! Fine,” he caves. “It — yes, it turns me on.”

“What does?” Auston presses, his hand loosening a bit. Even if Willy knows it’s just the blood flowing, it feels like pure euphoria rushing through his veins. 

“Getting — getting fucked and eaten out — in front of all these people.” 

“Fuck, baby, that’s so hot,” Auston praises, hand starting to finally move. 

“Please —”

He doesn’t get much farther than that, it’s as if all three of them had collectively decided to push him over the edge and work in tandem to ruin him. 

He comes all over the front of Auston’s hand and jeans. He comes all over Max’s and Bertuzzi’s faces. He’s pretty sure he comes all over the fucking floor. Dripping. Twitching like he’s been electrocuted. 

“So pretty, gorgeous,” Auston coos softly, petting his hair as if he was a sleepy puppy. “Come to mine? I’ll get you all cleaned up?”

“Mmmm, only if you make a mess of me again.”

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Merry Christmas, Darling - with William Nylander

a/n: my next Christmas in July blurb, based on the prompt "decorating the house, wrapping Christmas presents, planning and preparing for their parents to meet," requested long ago by my girl @broadstbroskis ❤️ as always I apologize for any bad translations as I relied on articles and our friend Google translate. enjoy!

warnings: none; total fluff

word count: ~2,000

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Your and William’s upbringings could not have possibly been more different. 

Though you both shared close relationships with your parents, that was where the similarities between your family dynamics ended. You were an only child, born and raised in Toronto by two finance professionals who barely remembered to slow down for ten minutes in the nineties to have a family. Though you were their pride and joy, they agreed not to have any other children after you were born, making you an only child with no other close family members besides a couple of aunts and uncles scattered throughout Canada. You had spent your days entertaining yourself, either with your nose in a book or headphones covering your ears as you played independently. 

William, meanwhile, was the second child of six born to Michael and Camilla Nylander, and had known nothing but a boisterous, bustling home life since the day he was brought home from the hospital. His siblings were virtually extensions of himself, and though they didn’t get to gather together often these days, they shared unbreakable bonds, and, more importantly, deep friendships with one another, despite the twelve-year range in their ages. 

So, when William announced that his entire family was coming to his house in Toronto for two days at Christmas, you were more than a little intimidated. So far, in the span of your nearly six month-long relationship with Will, you’d only met Alex, who was as easygoing and sweet as his older brother. You were certain that the other Nylanders would be just as wonderful, but the thought of meeting the other six all at once admittedly made your head spin.

Adding to your nerves was the invitation Will had blurted out at dinner with your parents last week, that they, too, should join the Nylander clan at his house for Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. They held back at first, claiming that they didn’t want to impose or crowd an already-full house, but Will absolutely insisted. Your parents were just as charmed by Will as you were, if not even more so, and so they eventually accepted, unable to resist his confident smile and assurances that “this will be great.” 

So, with that assertion, Will pulled you along with him in a weeklong festive frenzy, frolicking along the streets and shopping malls of the greater Toronto area in preparation for the gathering. He meticulously chose personal, thoughtful gifts for each of his siblings, his parents, and your parents; to say he went overboard was the understatement of the century, as his sprees required trips back to his house to drop off shopping bags before heading back out in search of more presents. And that was not even to mention the bags upon bags of tinsel, garland, wreaths, ornaments, bows, and wrapping paper he brought home more of seemingly every day after practice. 

You did your best to closely follow his trail of glittery, Christmassy chaos, trying to organize and clean up after him as he went, a task that proved not only exhausting but next to impossible – from taping back over the presents he’d hastily wrapped when the wrapping paper popped open revealingly, to vacuuming up the pine needles that had seemingly found a home in every room after he’d put up the tree, you had your hands full with just one Nylander, and the other seven were close behind. 

In addition to keeping up with Will, you made time for your signature stress activity – baking enough to feed a small country. As you mixed and rolled and cut and frosted dozen after dozen of cookies, Will flitted in and out of the kitchen, dipping his finger in the dough here, tapping flour onto your nose there, all the while singing along to Christmas carols from your Spotify playlist and trying to dance with you around the kitchen. 

You smirked as you once again felt his arms fold around your waist, his chin come to rest on your shoulder.

“William,” you sang in a warning. He parroted your own name back to you in the same tune. 

“Come on,” he urged, poking your sides as you doubled over, trying in vain to escape him. “Dance with me.” 

“Will, baby, I have so much to do in the next twelve hours,” you groaned as you glanced at the oven clock. Eleven hours. Shit. “I don’t have time to dance with you,” you added, kissing his cheek. 

He was relentless, and despite your best attempts, he wrestled the spatula away from you and threw it across the room, actually landing it squarely in the sink.

You gasped and spun around to face him. William quirked one eyebrow and grinned slyly, and you could tell even he was impressed at his display of athleticism. 

“You’re a nuisance,” you murmured halfheartedly as you allowed him to pull you toward himself, hands settling on your lower back. 

“But I’m your nuisance,” he argued, kissing the skin beneath your ear as you rolled your eyes. “Baby, c’mon, one dance and you can get back to baking. What’s the point of Christmas if you don’t have any fun?” 

And what could you say to that? 

You sighed, your head falling to one side as you smirked and wrapped your arms around Will’s neck. 

“One dance,” you asserted before kissing him as he raised a victorious fist in the air. 

He pecked your lips a few times before reaching around you to grab your phone, scrolling the playlist with his thumb. With an “ah!” he set the phone back down as a new song began to play. 

“Don't you know that Christmas would be incomplete

If you're not here with me

Sugar plums ain't half as sweet as you…”

You swayed back and forth to 25th by Tori Kelly before William spun and dipped you, causing you to erupt in laughter as he transitioned your sweet embrace to a giggle-laden boogie, shimmying and two-stepping to the beat. You mirrored his moves as you bopped around the kitchen, eventually ending up back in his arms for one last dip as he planted a kiss on your lips. As he brought you upright, you squeezed his bicep. 

“You’re an awful dancer,” you pointed out, kissing his cheek before circling the island to resume your cookie decorating. “But that was fun,” you added with a grin. “Thank you.”

“You’re no better,” he shot back, picking up and biting into a shortbread cookie on the counter. “But, you’re welcome,” he said, winking. 

After a long night of final preparations and a short night of sleep, you were back in the kitchen early the next morning, brewing a pot of coffee as you waited for the Nylanders to arrive from the airport. You heard them before you saw them, a cacophony of giggles that sounded remarkably like Will’s audible from the driveway. Will bounded down the stairs, his hair still damp from his shower, and announced with a grin, “They’re here!” 

You nodded, smiling, and took a deep breath, smoothing your suddenly-shaking hands against your thighs before heading to the front door, already swung open as Will ran to greet his family. You followed behind him out the door. 

“Tjabba! [yo, yo!]” he exclaimed, throwing his arms first around his mother Camilla, who kissed his cheek and murmured happily to him in Swedish as she held him tightly, how much she had missed her eldest son evident in her sweet embrace of him. 

Eventually, mother and son let go of each other, and she turned to you as Will collected two of his three younger sisters in his arms, kissing each of the tops of their heads. 

“Hello, kärlek [love]!” Camilla exclaimed, opening her arms wide as you stepped forward to hug her. “We finally meet!” 

You felt the genuine warmth radiating from Camilla as you returned her welcoming embrace. “I’m so happy you’re here!” you said. “Thank you for coming all this way!”

“Thank you for having us,” she replied as she pulled away, still holding onto your elbows to keep you close. “William said you’ve been working so hard to prepare – I hope it hasn’t been a burden.”

You shook your head. “Not at all,” you said. “It’s been busy, but as you know, Will makes everything fun.”

Camilla nodded joyfully. “That he does!” 

Your introductions to Will’s dad, Michael, and his sisters – Michelle, Jacquline, Stephanie, and Daniella – and your reunion with Alex were just as pleasant, and soon, you were all lounging in the living room by the fireplace, indulging in your prepared cookies and coffee as well as trays of snacks. 

As Michael chomped on a gingerbread man, he pointed the treat in your direction. 

“You know, I appreciate that you’re here now, because if it were up to William, we’d still be stuck eating Cheez Doodles and drinking Gatorade,” he teased, nudging William’s shoulder as his son rolled his eyes lightheartedly. 

“That was pretty much all that was in his kitchen when we first got together,” you admitted, earning groans from his sisters. “I’d like to think I’ve taught him how to grocery shop like an adult.”

“Oh, you’ve taught me much more than that,” Will said suggestively, waggling his eyebrows as you scoffed, jaw agape. You shook your head, covering your face with one hand before jumping up. “Uh, refills, anyone?” you deflected, causing an uproar of laughter. 

The next 36 hours held the same banter and liveliness, which only increased when your own parents joined the fun, and as Christmas night wound to a close, you found yourself looking around the living room, feeling a pit in your stomach as you realized your time with the Nylanders would soon be over. As you watched part of the group play a rousing round of Apples to Apples and the others telling stories and sharing memories about Christmases past, you realized that your favorite Nylander wasn’t in on the fun. With a crease in your brow, you left your perch on the couch next to Alex to go and find your partner. 

The dining room and bathroom were empty, but as you peered around the corner, you spotted Will at the kitchen sink, facing away from you. You approached silently, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades when you reached him.  

“What are you doing?” you asked. 

“The dishes,” he answered with a giggle because, was it not obvious? “I know you get stressed when there are too many in the sink.”

You reached around him to shut the water off and pry the sponge from his hand, reminiscent of what he had done to you two nights before. He was smirking as he swiveled toward you. You kissed him and tucked some of his silky blonde hair behind his ear. You couldn’t keep the smile from your lips as you asked, “What’s the point of Christmas if you don’t have any fun?”

He chuckled and reciprocated your kiss. “Where’d you come up with that one?” he asked, leaning his forehead against yours. “Pretty smart.” You nodded. 

Just then, a shout came from the living room. “Guys, c’mon, we’re playing charades!” Michelle called. 

You pulled Will by his hands away from the kitchen and back into the living room where your families now sat split in two teams, Camilla patting the spot next to her on the couch and making direct eye contact with you, inviting you over. You smiled gratefully, but you stopped short of joining her right away in favor of pausing to take in the moment. William followed your gaze, and kissed your temple as you said softly, “This is all I’ve ever wanted.” He beamed and held you close as you leaned back against his chest. 

“Good, because you better be ready for a lifetime of it,” he said. You looked up to find him gazing lovingly at you. 

“I’ll hold you to that,” you whispered, leaning in for another kiss. “Merry Christmas, William Nylander.”

“God jul, älskling.” [Merry Christmas, darling.]

#christmas in july 2022 #my writing #requests #william nylander #w. nylander #william nylander fanfiction #william nylander fanfic #william nylander fic #william nylander writing #william nylander imagine #william nylander blurb

[writingwithciara]

Best Friend For Life ~Auston Matthews~

summary: y/n's best friend stephanie is getting married to the best guy in the world. aka mitch marner. she is the maid of honor but the best man tends to get on her nerves whenever they're together.

word count: 3.7k

pairing: auston matthews x reader, mitch marner x stephanie lachance

notes: so i was listening to a song the other day and for some reason, i immediately thought of mitch and his wife [friends to lovers sorta]

masterlist

"promise not to get mad at me?" was the first thing stephanie said as she walked through the door of the apartment she shared with her best friend. y/n looked up from her computer with a raised eyebrow.

"what did you do?"

"how do you feel about hockey games?"

"can't stand them. why? what did you do?" she repeated, getting up from her chair and walking over to her best friend.

"we're going to the toronto game tonight."

"and i repeat. what did you do?"

"i was at the coffee shop and i ran into this really cute guy. we talked for hours and he's so sweet. asked me to go on a date with him after his game tonight."

"oh that's great. congratulations."

"but there's a catch."

"oh god. what do i have to do?"

"his best friend is single and so are you so i figured you could tag along since his friend is going to be there too."

"give me one good reason i should, steph." y/n walked into the kitchen to make her lunch. stephanie followed her quickly and clasped her hands together.

"please come with me. i think this guy might be the one. like, for real this time."

"you're lucky i love you and believe you deserve the best."

"does that mean you'll come to the game and the date?"

"let's just see how the game goes first."

"yay. we need to dress really good." steph smirked and dragged y/n into her closet, the lunch completely forgotten.

that night, y/n met mitch and was amazed at how good he treated stephanie, even though they had only met each other a few hours earlier. his best friend, however, was not as great. he did try, but it was easy to tell that he didn't want to be there.

and it only got worse from there.

over time, they both developed a mutual disinterest in each other.

and here they were, a few years later, helping their two best friends plan a wedding.

it was very obvious from the beginning that mitch and stephanie were meant to be together so it was no surprise to anyone when mitch approached y/n to ask for her help with the proposal. he had already gotten her parents approval but he knew that her best friends approval meant a whole lot to her too. he respected their relationship and treated them both well.

the only thing that mitch did that y;/n didn't like was asking stephanie to move in with him. it left y/n alone in their apartment and it felt weird. mitch had suggested that auston move in, in place f stephanie, but y/n quickly shot that idea down. she would rather live alone than live with auston.

as the two girls sat in the kitchen of mitch's house, zeus was resting his head on y/n's lap. she stroked his ear and listened to the plans stephanie wanted for the wedding.

"i'm really honored you chose me to be your maid of honor. but do i have to dance with the best man?"

"i know you and auston despise each other but it's a tradition in my family that the best man and maid of honor share the dance after the married couples first dance."

"i know." y/n sighed. "i'll do it but i won't be happy about it."

"oh thank god. mitch and i were worried we'd have to break tradition."

"i would never allow that." y/n smiled and stood up. zeus tilted his head slightly and gave her a look. "maybe i should dance with zeus instead. he's so much cuter and he actually likes me."

"that would be cute, but it's-"

"tradition. yeah i know." y/n smiled. "how did auston react when mitch told him?"

"i think he's telling him after practice today," stephanie checked her phone. "which should be over right about now."

"i hope he has the same reaction."

over at the arena, mitch and auston were the last two out of the locker room. mitch sent stephanie a text and looked over at auston.

"hey, there's something i need to tell you about the wedding."

"what is it?"

"after steph and i have our first dance, there's a tradition in her family that follows that. the best man and the maid of honor have to dance together too."

"meaning i have to dance with y/n? seriously?""

"sorry man but it's tradition. you can put aside your hatred for one night, can't you?"

"i can promise to try but i can't promise a success."

"that's good enough for me." mitch chuckled and got to his car. "you coming over for dinner? the girls are making meatloaf."

"yeah sure. why not?" auston got in his car and followed mitch to his house. he completely ignored the fact that y/n was going to be there.

the next few days were spent learning how to dance properly. auston and y/n barely made it through without killing each other, but at least they were ready for the big day.

when it arrived, y/n and stephanie were in the room with the rest of the bridal party. the hairdresser finished the last touches on stephanie's hair and she turned around.

"so, how do i look?"

"you look like a princess. mitch is going to cry." y/n smiled and wiped a tear from her own eye. "gosh, you're so lucky. mitch is probably the last good guy on earth."

"he's the best." stephanie looked in the mirror and smiled. "i love him so much. i knew from the moment i met him that this day would happen."

"i knew too. he was the sweetest." y/n smiled. "if you guys ever have kids, that child is going to be blessed with the best genes ever."

"you and auston are good looking too. and if you guys ever get over yourselves and get together to have a child, it's going to be just as beautiful as you guys."

"we're never getting together."

"i want us to have babies around the same time so they can be best friends too."

"i can try to give you that wish. but it's not going to be with auston."

"okay. as long as i get a niece or nephew to love like crazy."

"i love you, steph." y/n pulled her best friend in for a hug before there was knock on the door. auston poked his head in and covered his eyes.

"you ladies ready?"

"auston, you can uncover your eyes." stephanie giggled and shook her head, shooting a look at y/n. "let's go."

one by one, the bridesmaids made their way to stand next to the groomsmen they were paired with. when y/n walked out with stephanie, auston couldn't keep his eyes from roaming y/n's body. the dress fit her so well and her hair was styled perfectly.

'is she not wearing any makeup? holy crap. i don't think i've ever seen her wear any. has she been this perfect the whole time?' he found himself thinking. he shook the thought from his head and took his spot next to her.

"damn, matthews. you really clean up well, don't you?" y/n nudged him with her elbow and he was suddenly at a loss for words. "what's the matter? cat got your tongue? no funny remark?"

"no. sorry." he let out a breath. "thank you for the compliment. you, um, look really good too."

"i know i do." y/n smirked. "but thank you. that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me."

"it can't be." auston looked at her and ran through their history in his mind. "okay. maybe that's true. and i'm sorry for that."

"you are forgiven, matthews." y/n watched as the pairs in front of them made their way out to where they needed to be. she linked her arm up with auston's, wished stephanie good luck and followed the man outside. they stopped at the end of the aisle and went to their designated locations. "you look great, mitchy." she whispered to mitch before taking her spot.

the music started and everyone stood up. when stephanie and her dad walked out, y/n glanced over at mitch. she had only seen him cry twice before in the few years she had known him. this was the third time she had seen tears in his eyes. he tried to hide it but when he looked over at y/n, he smiled.

as the minister went through the normal ceremony, auston kept looking over at y/n. she was watching the interactions between stephanie and mitch so intently, wiping away a tear or two every few seconds. auston was in complete awe of her.

at the reception, stephanie and mitch had the traditional first dance and when that was over, auston was more than eager to make his way to the dance floor. he and y/n took their places and began to dance

as they moved to the music, y/n looked up at auston.

"have you been practicing on your free time?"

"no, i swear. maybe you just make me a better dancer." he shrugged and moved her around the dance floor effortlessly.

"what's gotten into you tonight, matthews?"

"i think it's all the love in the air." he smiled.

"never would've pegged you for a romantic guy. no offence."

"none taken. i didn't expect it from myself either honestly." he spun her around a few times and when the song ended, so did their moment.

everyone else came to the dance floor to do their thing and y/n walked to the table to sit for a minute. stephanie was sitting beside her with a smile.

"auston is so into you."

"no he's not."

"oh please. i heard what he said before the wedding started. he was genuinely complimenting you. there was no hint of lying in his voice."

"he claims it's the love being in the air. i don't know what else to tell you."

even as y/n spoke those words, she couldn't bring herself to believe them. maybe stephanie was right and auston really was into her. she scanned the room and found him with mitch in the middle of the dance floor. they were having the time of their lives and y/n couldn't help but smile.

auston could feel someone watching him so when he looked up and locked eyes with y/n, he winked at her. she turned away shyly and sipped her drink. he thought it was cute.

y/n could feel her cheeks heating up and she hated it. she didn't like the way auston was suddenly making her feel. looking down at her now empty glass, she decided to blame it on the alcohol in her system, and as auston put it, the love in the air.

halfway through the reception, y/n was beginning to really feel the alcohol. the thing about that was it made her act differently and her voice of reason flew out the window whenever she drank.

as she downed her drink yet again, she found herself making her way to where auston was leaning against the wall. he noticed her approach him and he finished his drink.

"hey. what are you doing all alone over here? you should be having some fun. trying to pick up a girl or two." y/n giggled. why did it feel like her stomach was in knots?

"honestly, nobody here is really catching my eye." his eyes roamed the room before landing back on y/n. "might just call it a night."

"no don't." y/n sounded too eager to get him to stay so she backtracked her outburst. "i mean, it's your best friends wedding and you're the best man. you can't leave." y/n shyly looked down at her shoes.

"okay, i'll stay. but first, you gotta tell me why you hate me so much."

"what are you talking about? i hate you because on the night we met, you decided right away that you didn't like me."

"what gave you that impression?" he chuckled dryly.

"you were grumpy and it was very obvious you didn't want to be there. you put no effort into getting to know me. but i don't understand why you were grumpy. you scored the game winning goal in overtime, not to mention you had the only hat trick the entire game. that should've made you a little happier. you were so good that night. i remember telling steph 'wow. that matthews kid is really good.' like i was very impressed. and then we met and i thought you were really cute. but you had to ruin it by opening your mouth."

"you thought i was cute?"

"why do you hate me?"

"i don't. never did. i jsut really didn't want to be put on a blind double date. i hate blind dates."

"i hate them too. and i was only there as a favor to steph."

"i was only there for mitch. he was telling me during practice that he thought he met the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with and he wanted me to meet her & make sure she wasn't a serial killer or crazy in anyway."

"and look at them now. kinda crazy how they both knew right away, huh?"

"yeah. but i think it's sweet." auston looked down at her and smiled. forgetting for a second that he hated her. "i'm really happy for them though. they're good for each other."

"i agree." y/n grabbed a glass off a passing waiters tray and drank half of it in one gulp.

"do you think you'll find the person you want to spend your life with?"

"i'd like to think i will & i'm hoping it's soon. but with my luck in love, it'll probably never happen." y/n sighed. "how about you? think you'll meet her soon?"

"honestly, i think i may have already met her."

oh. well that's good." y/n looked down at her feet. "wanna dance? reception's almost over and i feel like we should get at least one more dance in, just to make the newlyweds happy." she gestured to their right where mitch and steph were dancing. they waved and danced away.

"sure. what harm can it do?"

the two of them walked out onto the dance floor and just as they were getting into the beat of the song, it ended and a new slow song started. y/n froze and looked at auston. he grabbed her hands and placed them where they needed to be before he guided her across the dance floor.

they locked eyes and it suddenly felt like they were the only people around. to everyone but them, it was obvious there was an attraction between them.

when the song ended, y/n stayed with her arms around auston's neck as they swayed back and forth.

"so there's really nobody here that catches your eye?" y/n asked, bringing up part of their earlier conversation. she played with her thumbs behind his neck and one of them wrapped itself in a curl that was loose.

"actually, now that i've thought more about it, there may be one."

"wanna point her out? maybe i can talk you up to her."

"red dress, dark hair that's half up half down with curls, no makeup because she's literally perfect and doesn't need it. she's so perfect but she's dancing with the hottest guy here. i can't compete with that."

"one of those things describe steph. she's not wearing a red dress though, nor does she have dark hair. however, i am dancing with the hottest guy here."

"i know." auston smirked and twirled her around. when he pulled her back, he was holding her tighter. "you look so beautiful right now. and not just tonight. every night since the night i met you."

"auston, are you drunk?"

"maybe a little. but i'm coherent enough to know what i'm saying and i'm sober enough to tell you that i mean it."

"auston, please don't lie to me."

"why would i need to lie to you?" he looked down at her and y/n searched his eyes for a sign of him lying. there wasn't one. "i've always thought you were beautiful. gorgeous even. out of my league for sure. and i'm genuinely sorry that i never really said anything about it."

"please don't apologize. i wasn't exactly the nicest person to be around so that must've made it difficult for you."

"difficult, yes. but worth it? totally. 100% worth it."

"do you think that if mitch and steph hadn't dragged us both on that date that night, then maybe we would have a different history than the one we do?"

"what do you mean?"

"i mean, if they had invited us to a group thing instead and that's how we met, do you think that we could've been friends these last few years?"

"for sure." auston smiled. "and maybe, if we had been friends and i asked you on a proper date, you could've said yes."

"i think i would've." it was y/n's turn to smile. "but hey. we're both still young and have plenty of life left to live. why don't we go out tomorrow night?"

"that sounds like it could be fun." auston chuckled. "and just to be clear, it'll be just us, right? no one else."

"yes. just us."

"great. i'll pick you up at 8 then."

"it's a date." y/n smiled as auston spun her around.

the following night, y/n was getting ready for the date when stephanie facetimed her.

"oh, who you getting ready for?"

"believe it or not, i'm going on a date with auston."

"oh my god. finally!" mitch cheered from the other end of the phone. his face appeared on the screen and he was sporting a large smile. "i'm so tired of hearing him pine over you."

"you're exaggerating, mitchy." y/n shook her head. "how's the honeymoon you guys?"

"it's perfect. thanks for the suggestion." steph was back on the screen. "and thanks for agreeing to take care of zeus while we're gone."

"of course. i love zeus." y/n smiled and looked at the dog, whose head was resting on y/n's lap. "who's the bestest boy? you are. yes you are."

"have fun on your date, sweetie. make sure to tell me everything afterwards."

"always. see you guys later." y/n hung up the phone and finished doing her hair. "which dress should i wear zeus?" she held up a yellow dress and zeus tilted his head. she then held up a blue dress and he barked. "thank you, zeus." y/n changed quickly and looked at herself in the mirror. "what do you think?"

zeus barked and tilted his head.

"you're so cute." y/n grabbed her purse and walked to the door when she heard a knock. "okay, zeus. i'll be back in a few hours. there's plenty of food in your bowl and your treat ball is filled so you should be fine."

y/n opened the door and auston handed her a small bouquet of orange chrysanthemums, her favorite.

"how did you know?"

"i remember you telling mitch one day that you loved chrysanthemums and how your heart would be complete if someone ever gave you the orange ones specifically. i didn't know what the different colors meant but i did some research shortly after that night and i've wanted to give you a bouquet of orange ones ever since. delicate love, right?"

"yeah. exactly." she ventured into the kitchen to grab a vase and filled it with water. "i can't believe you even remembered that. i told him like 4 years ago."

"i know. um, you may not believe me but i had a list of all your favorite things. i don't have it now because i memorized it but i figured i'd let you know."

"auston, this is so uncharacteristic of you. but i appreciate the attentiveness. no guy has ever done anything like this for me before."

"i know. it's unfortunate but you deserve it. you deserve someone who is willing to treat you like a queen. someone who can't get you out of his head, even if he tried. because you are so perfect, it's crazy."

"auston?"

"hmm?"

"stop talking." y/n smiled and pecked his lips. "you are so sweet, matthews."

"hold on just a second." he kissed her again but this time it lasted longer than a simple peck. she wrapped her arms around his neck and his found a place resting gently on her waist. auston was the first to let go of the kiss but they were both smiling from ear to ear.

"no guy has ever kissed me like that before. wow." y/n smirked.

"well all the other guys have been really stupid. and i'm not ashamed to admit that i'm part of that list."

"you're also a lot smarter than all the other guys i've been interested in." y/n's hand reached up to rest against his cheek.

"has anyone ever told you how perfect you are?"

"you did last night while we were dancing." y/n smiled and looked into his eyes. "and for the record, you're pretty perfect too."

"does that mean we're....perfect together?"

"corny joke aside, i think we might be."

"good." he smirked and kissed her again. their date was pretty much forgotten at this point as y/n pulled him through her apartment and into the living room.

auston sat on the couch and held y/n's hips as she straddled him. she looked into his eyes and felt herself getting lost in them.

"just so you know, i never bring a guy home on the first date."

"i know. and technically, if you count the blind date when we met, this is technically our second date." he smirked in response.

"it was a disaster and i feel now that our relationship has crossed the friendship line, we should just forget about the night we met."

"deal." auston smiled and they sealed their deal with a kiss. several kisses to be exact.

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[barzal-mat]

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[wildrangers]

"Slut!" // William Nylander

Word Count: 2.8K

Summary: Famous singer reader x our boy Willy

{For my 1989 Vaults Track Challenge}

Warnings/tropes: fluff, resolved angst (very minor), mentions of anxiety, strong allusions to sex but no serious smut (like PG-13-ish), cursing

You were used to attention but even you had a limit. You’d hit it a few months ago after the tabloids latched onto you being seen with a mystery man, aka Marc from your agent’s office. When your team published that to dispel the rumors, the media reframed it as you sleeping with him for favoritism within your agency. While they hadn’t actually been yelling “Slut!” at you, they may as well have been and you’d needed to get away from New York.

You’d escaped to Toronto because you enjoyed the city whenever your tour had passed through and decided it was busy enough to get lost in without attracting the press. You were hunkered down working on your next album, doing your best to lose yourself in the rhythm of the city and get back to what you loved most—your music.

Got lovestruck, went straight to my head

Got lovesick, all over my bed

Love to think you’ll never forget

Handprints in wet cement

You’d been walking your dog, Edith, when the air changed around you—you couldn’t quite explain it, but you could feel a group of people getting excited about something and it set you on edge—had you been spotted? You froze, eyes darting around as your breath fogged in front of you.

You spotted a group of maybe a half dozen girls giggling as they walked away from a tall, blonde man with two dogs. As you let out a deep sigh of relief, Edith spotted the other dogs and yanked the leash out of your grip, charging for them and their owner.

“Edith!” you called, heart in your throat, as you jogged after her. Luckily, you were in a quieter part of the city but you were still panicked until you saw the guy grab her leash.

“I am so, so sorry, thank you so much” you called out once you were in speaking distance of him.

“It’s no problem” he replied, smiling easily at you. “I was relieved when a dog was running over—when I heard someone yelling ‘Edith!’ I worried a grandma was really in trouble.”

You chuckled and shrugged, “I mean, she’s just an Edith, you know?” Normally, at this point, you’d disengage to avoid being recognized but his face was so open and you hadn’t realized until now how lonely you’d been holed up writing. “Who are these gentlemen?”

William introduced himself, as well as Banksy and Pablo. You discovered your buildings were near each other so when he offered to join you on your return there, you took him up on it despite your reservations.

“So, what do you do for work?” William asked after a natural lull in conversation and your pulse picked up.

“Oh, I work in the music industry, what about you?”

You felt him reassessing you and his cheeks suddenly flared pink, “I’m sorry, I thought you looked familiar but it didn’t click until just now.”

“Please, don’t be sorry” you laughed, your own embarrassment rising to meet his. “It was nice talking with someone as a human being.”

“Yeah, I get that” he sighed.

“Oh?” you asked, wracking your brain for how he could possibly relate to such a strange feeling.

“I play for the Maple Leafs” he explained and you nodded, pretending to know what that meant. He must have caught on because he let out a rich laugh that made you smile from the sound alone. “The NHL team here, this is kind of a hockey town.”

“Well, that explains the girls back there…” you mused, reflecting back on the frenetic energy that comes with a person meeting someone they only know through a TV.

“They were sweet” he shrugged and you glanced over, noticing his legitimate nonchalance.

“It doesn’t bother you?”

“Not really, it comes with the territory and 95% of the time people are nice.”

“Well, that’s good” you mumbled, mostly to yourself. While your fans were lovely, your mind flashed to all the times you’d been met with judgement and jealousy from girls who were into your famous exes. It was a bizarre, shame-inducing experience despite you doing nothing wrong.

“Hey look!” Will said excitedly, pulling you from your thoughts. “Come here, quick.”

You followed him in confusion towards a small section of sidewalk that had been replaced and was surrounded by caution tape. “What exactly are we doing?”

“Come on, we gotta do our hand prints, no?” he grinned and his genuine excitement made you smile too.

“Fine, but quickly” you agreed and he whooped before taking his left hand out of his glove, you doing the same with your right hand. You two quickly stuck your hands in, the wet concrete cold to the touch.

“My plan worked” he smiled and you tilted your head in confusion. “Now you have to come over, make sure we can wash that concrete off your hands. Can’t play guitar with chunks of that stuck to you.”

Lovelorn and nobody knows

Love thorns all over this rose

I’ll pay the price you won’t

You must have dozed off watching the Leafs game because you were woken by Will softly greeting the dogs. You stretched, letting the throw blanket fall around your waist as you yawned.

“I’m sorry, babe, did I wake you?” he asked quietly, placing a kiss to your forehead.

You hummed in response, wrapping your hand around the back of his neck to pull his lips to yours. His kiss was gentle and attentive—he always seemed to anticipate just what would make your heart flutter in your chest. He pulled away a moment later, his blue eyes shining with joy that warmed you from within.

It had only been a few months since you’d met and, if you were being honest, you were a little terrified by how quickly you were falling for him. Contrary to what the tabloids said, you normally guarded your heart quite closely. But with Will, it was beginning to feel like all you needed was him.

“Where’d you go?” he asked and you realized he’d sat down beside you, concern all over his face.

“I’m sorry, just got lost in my thoughts.”

“What were they saying?”

You hesitated, trying to decide how to phrase it, “It just worries me how much you mean to me already.”

“Oh, älskling” he replied, pulling you to him. Your arms wrapped around his middle and you buried your face in his neck, breathing in his scent. “What concerns you about that?”

“I’m scared of people finding out” you admitted softly.  

“Because of the media being assholes?” You nodded, pulling him tighter. “Y/N, people say shit about me all the time. It’s just what happens when you’re in the public eye.”

You sighed, pulling away slightly to look at him. He didn’t get it—how different it was being a famous woman versus a man. “What would the story be about you if it came out that we’re dating?” you questioned and he grinned.

“Just that I’m lucky to have somehow landed a woman that is way out of my league” he replied and you rolled your eyes, butterflies filling your stomach at the compliment.

“What do you think it would be about me?”

He took in your serious expression and paused to think before shrugging, “Tell me.”

“Y/N, dating William Nylander!” you proclaimed dramatically. “Another new man for the songstress! Will she ever settle down? How many famous men will she use for attention? What will her ex think? When can we expect the break up album?”

You’d tried being light-hearted but your voice cracked on the last word as tears pricked your eyes. “Hey, hey” he said quietly, embracing you again and running a soothing hand through your hair. “They can say whatever they want. Only we know what this is—how real it is. They can’t take that from us. But, if we keep hiding, think of all the things that fear is taking from us. You coming to a game, me being able to go to a show of yours someday. Me being able to take you out to celebrate a win or on a nice date.”

Tears flowed freely at his words, “I didn’t mean to hide us, I’m just scared.”

“I know” he replied, wiping away your tears. “And I’ve loved getting to know you and developing this relationship, just us two. But that’s not how relationships work—I want you to meet the team and me to meet your friends, see your home in New York.  I mean, if you’d want that” he said, faltering at the end.

You grabbed his face in your hands, placing a gentle kiss to his nose. “Of course, that’s what I want” you reassured him, getting lost in his deep blue eyes. And as he leaned in to kiss you again, you accepted that you’d likely get backlash in a way he wouldn’t. But you wouldn’t let that stop you from being with him fully.

But if I’m all dressed up

They might as well be looking at us

And if they call me a slut

You know it might be worth it for once

You were nervous as you left Scotiabank Arena with Steph and a few other girls. You’d felt safe up in the suite, watching the game with the other partners and families but away from prying eyes. Now, on the street surrounded by fans, you felt your anxiety rising. You could feel people watching your group, noting the WAG jackets—you couldn’t tell if they’d realized who you were or were just intrigued because of your relationship with a player.

As you saw Will’s car pull up to the curb, you confirmed with Steph which bar you’d all meet up at to celebrate the win before sliding into his passenger seat.

“Are you sure you’re up for this?” Will asked, eyes scanning your face.

“Yeah, I’m sure” you nodded, despite the nerves filling your stomach. His strong hand gripped yours as he pulled out, heading a few blocks away to the bar. You’d gone to a few closed team events to meet everyone—parties at people’s apartments, joining the girls for at-home brunch, etc. All to help you feel comfortable enough for this milestone.

“You look beautiful, Leafs blue suits you” Willy complimented as he pulled into a spot and you squeezed his hand in thanks. He quickly came around to your side, opening your door and helping you out as he always did, ever the gentleman—it was one of the things you loved about him. You paused for a second at that thought before deciding you had enough to worry about tonight without bringing the L word into it.

You were escorted to a private room where you enjoyed a few hours of joyful company, dancing and drinking, celebrating the guys and their hard work. You’d almost convinced yourself you’d overthought this outing—everything was going great, why had you been so worried? But by the time you were leaving, cheeks flushed from the warmth of the bar and the alcohol flowing through you, your fears were confirmed as cameras began flashing.

Will wrapped a protective arm around you as your name was shouted from all around, Steph tucking herself closer to your other side, bracketing you in their safety.

Send the code, he’s waiting there

The sticks and stones they throw froze mid-air

Everyone wants him

That was my crime

It was the following afternoon and you were spiraling. All those moments you thought were private were plastered across the internet. You and Steph cheering after a goal, you picking up John’s daughter so she could see the ice better, you shielding your eyes when Will had taken a hard check. Let alone all the photos they’d gotten outside the arena and of you walking into and out of the bar.

Even worse, a fan had gotten past your building’s security, knocking on your door shortly after lunch. Luckily, she’d been sweet but it still rattled you. Your building’s manager had apologized profusely, quickly changing all the codes into the building and retraining the staff on privacy procedures.

Will was at practice and wouldn’t be over until later that afternoon, leaving you to your own devices. You’d successfully fought off Googling your own name for hours before finally caving.

Y/N spotted with William Nylander—but is she still with Marc?

Y/N has gone through all of Hollywood’s men—she’s moved onto Toronto now!

When can we expect the Nylander album?

That last one had been the worst—as if your music was owed solely to the men you decided to be with, not something you worked tirelessly on. Your phone vibrated beside you and your shoulders sagged in relief as Will’s name popped up.

“Hey babe, are you almost here?”

“I’m outside, can you send me the new code? It’s a zoo out here.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry, I totally spaced, it’s 161152. I’ll call George to let him know you can come up.”

A few moments later, you were pulling Will into your apartment and locking the door behind him. You began to explain everything that had happened today but instead simply burst into tears.

“I’m so sorry, älskling—I believed you but I didn’t realize how crazy it would be. But we’re going to figure this out, okay?” And you let yourself believe him as he rubbed soothing circles on your back, his presence filling you with a sense of safety. “And I’m going to be taking your laptop away from you” he added, spotting what you’d been searching.

You chuckled through your tears, pulling away to grab a tissue from nearby, “I knew I shouldn’t but couldn’t stop myself” you admitted and he nodded. “I’m sorry about all of this.”

“Hey, no” he countered, gently gripping your face between his hands. “We knew this could happen.”

“I know but why would you want to put up with all of this?” you asked, emotion clogging your throat again.

“Because I’ll take anything and everything that comes with being with you” he answered, eyes serious as they held yours. You didn’t know what to say to that so you just wrapped your arms around his middle again. “Want to take a nap? I could use one after the last twelve hours.”

Half asleep

Taking your time

You’re not saying you’re in love with me

But you’re going to

A few hours later you were woken by kisses placed all over your face and gentle hands caressing your waist. “There she is” Willy mumbled into your ear and you giggled, turning your face so you could capture his lips with your own. His exploring hands made quick work of both your clothes and soon he was a comforting weight on top of you.

You’d obviously had sex with Will countless times by this point but this felt different somehow. You both normally favored faster, rougher sex but Will was moving so purposefully and slowly, seemingly drawing out the time you two were joined together, impossibly close.

Later, as you came down from your high and felt his rhythm falter, you opened your eyes to meet his and the look there stole your breath away. Such affection and care were in his deep blue eyes before he dropped his head to your chest, burying his face in your neck as he caught his breath.

“That was incredible, Y/N” he said softly and you pulled his face up to yours, pouring all your unsaid feelings into the kiss.

Half awake

Taking your chance

It’s a big mistake

I said it might blow up in your pretty face

A few nights later, you were curled up in Will’s bed, wrapped in his embrace. The dogs were fast asleep around you but you were clinging to wakefulness, enjoying the warmth of Will behind you after a long day in the studio.  

“Y/N?” Will said softly and you hummed in response, turning in his arms to face him.

You smiled up at him sleepily but felt yourself wake up a bit more at the intensity in his eyes. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I just…” he began, swallowing thickly. You frowned slightly at his nerves, reaching up to brush a piece of hair out of his eyes. “I just love you, that’s all.”

You fought back a smile, “Oh is that all?”

“Shut up” he giggled, hiding his face in your neck, pulling you even closer to him somehow.

You ran a hand through his hair, placing a kiss to the top of his head. “I love you too, William.”

“Yeah?” he questioned, pulling back just enough to gaze up at you.

You nodded before smirking, “You may come to regret it but yeah, I love you.”

He placed a gentle kiss to your collarbone before settling into your chest again, “I could never regret this, my love.”

A/N: My first Willy story! Thanks to those who sent support for this little series I'm working on to hopefully get out of this writing slump. I wrote this in a few hours so please let me know any feedback you have ☺️ 'Say Don't Go' with Lindgren next!

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The new chapter of your intern series just ignite more thirsty thots I don’t know if the intern can answer questions from journalist but how will Willy react to the OC being a menace/boss on mic handling the journalists I feel this will ignite a breeding kink and overstimulation kink. Bonus points fans simp on social media and his reaction towards it considering he needed to get rid of the guy she went on date with.

Alright, love, this really got me thinking - and how could I not exploit the recent situation involving our cherished Willy boy? 🙈🤍

Now it might have taken a softer turn than I first expected, but I hope it still encapsulates your idea 😉 A lot of Nylander family vibes going on

[and in case you were wondering who took that family photo in the park - it was intern 😂]

Warnings; 18+ smut; oral sex (f receiving); fingering; unprotected sex;

Word count: 4.3K

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Old, but I'm not that old - Young, but I'm not that bold I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️ [intern x willy]

"Wait your turn, one at a time!" your voice echoed across the room.

However, the journalists were swarming like hungry vultures. The atmosphere was pure chaos as the media session was about to commence, and you were short-handed to manage it all. To add to the tumult, the announcement of William Nylander's contract extension was imminent, stirring up pandemonium throughout the arena's corridors.

Naturally, every reporter wanted a slice of the Swedish hockey star, and in their desperate thirst for information, they were attacking anything and everything within reach.

With all hands-on deck, the staff was occupied with the preparations for today's training session and media obligations. Thus, you found yourself tasked with wrangling the journalists, keeping them at bay until everyone was ready for the big announcement.

But it was easier said than done.

As an intern, you typically wouldn't be directly handling the press, usually working in the background, taking notes, or occasionally guiding them to the players. However, on this day, you were thrust into the heart of the media chaos.

"Please, bear with us! Just a few more minutes," you urged, striving to maintain composure and assert control over the situation.

"Can't you give us anything?" a man's voice boomed across the room, drawing everyone's attention towards you, assuming you were the one to provide answers, as it appeared as if there was no one else present to address their inquiries.

"Sorry, I'm not the one to disclose that information. It's for the managers to announce," you responded with a friendly smile, positioned in front of the microphones and cameras.

This situation was definitely unfamiliar to you.

You weren't used to being in the spotlight with the press, but you were giving your utmost to maintain a professional demeanour.

"When will William Nylander be coming out?" a woman's voice called from the back.

"Just a few minutes more," you reassured.

"You said that a few minutes ago! Come on, what's the news on the extension? Is he staying in Toronto? What's his new salary?" 

The gunfire of questions continued, and you were more than aware of the need to be cautious with your responses. Despite the swirl of rumours, debates, and discussions already going on in the media, you knew better than to offer any breadcrumbs. Speaking to the press wasn't your usual role, but Jennifer had entrusted this task to you, and her trust bolstered your confidence.

And as the relentless questioning swirled around you, and the pressure mounted to keep everyone on standby until Nylander and the players were ready to address the media, you relied on your instincts.

"William Nylander's contract extension has been in the works for quite some time. It's only fair to allow them the necessary time to finalise any crucial details. Moreover, pressuring me to answer questions I'm not privy to won't quicken the provision of information. Please, have patience and wait for those who can furnish you with accurate responses. It'll make the process smoother for all of us. Thank you," you asserted, your voice carrying a newfound confidence that surprised even you. And interestingly, your firm stance seemed to command the respect the journalists should to have shown.

In fact, you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in how effectively you handled the situation. Maybe you should put "Media Boss Ass Bitch" onto your resume?

And as soon as you’d managed to calm down the press, Jennifer stepped in and announced that Coach Keefe would now be addressing them. Despite feeling confident in your ability to handle the situation, a sense of relief washed over you as you stepped out of the spotlight and returned to your usual spot behind the press.

Just as you settled back into your familiar space, a certain Swedish forward joined you, waiting for his turn to face the media.

"Damn, you handled them so well, baby," he whispered softly behind you, trying not to attract too much attention.

"Thanks, Willy," you replied with a soft smile, keeping your focus on the task at hand.

"I swear, that turned me on like crazy, y/n/n..."

His seductive words, spoken in a husky whisper, sent a shiver down your spine, and you had to suppress a gasp.

"Not here... not now, Willy," you whispered back firmly, though both of you knew it was futile. William had a way of exerting a certain power over you, capable of rendering you helpless with just a few sweet words.

"No, but later, babe," he casually replied, walking past you and offering a cheeky wink before taking his place in front of the media.

A tremendous rush surged through your body, as you were more than proud of William. And it wasn't just because he was an incredibly talented hockey player deserving of every bit of praise; it was also about how remarkably well he handled it all. For months, the media had relentlessly pressured him for hints about the negotiations, yet he remained cool and composed throughout the ordeal.

He had a natural knack for keeping his composure in tough situations, unruffled by external influences. He stayed focused on his game, and above all, his unwavering confidence was unshakeable. Regardless of losses or games where he hadn't scored or assisted, his self-assurance remained resolute. It was just a part of his personality.

He had proven to the entire hockey world that he deserved every compliment and penny. And what impressed you most was that despite his confidence, he never came across as arrogant. He knew his worth and carried himself accordingly, plain and simple.

And as the intense day of media commitments, practice, and team celebrations came to an end, you felt drained as the workday drew to a close. 

But as you thought the day was winding down, a sudden collision brought you back to attention, and you mentally scolded yourself for not paying closer attention to your surroundings.

"I'm so sorry, sir," you immediately apologised. And when looking up, you were met with a familiar, somewhat smug face - only older and with less hair. It was Michael Nylander.

"It's okay," he simply smiled. "Maybe you can tell me where I can find my son William?"

"Yeah, of course. I think he's still in the locker room," you replied with a smile, attempting to maintain a composed demeanour. "I could show you the way if you'd like?"

"Oh, I'm good, I know my way around here," Michael chuckled before bidding you goodbye.

"Nice one, y/n," you muttered to yourself, realising he probably knew his way around the arena like the back of his hand, having been here countless times.

And as your work for the day then concluded, a vision caught your eye, prompting a shift in your plans for the evening. William was engaged in a heartfelt conversation with his close family members, apart from Alex, who was in Pittsburgh. 

In your head, you had initially contemplated surprising him tonight, dressed to the nines, to celebrate his contract extension. However, witnessing this intimate family moment had you change your mind, yet you couldn’t help but stop and stare, smiling as you appreciated how endearing he was with his family.

But before you could collect your thoughts, you were interrupted.

William approached you, his soft voice breaking through your reverie, pulling you back to the present moment.

"Hey," he greeted.

"Hey yourself," you smiled softly in return.

"So, I was wondering if you had any plans tonight?" His voice carried a hint of softness and nervousness as his gaze met yours intensely.

"Well, I had planned on giving you a proper celebration," you chuckled lightly. "But seeing that your family is here, I suppose that'll have to wait until we're alone..."

Though there was no one nearby, both of you kept your voices low and tried to maintain composure, careful not to draw attention.

"How about you come out with us tonight?" he suggested with a gentle smile.

"Like you mean, you and your family?" you asked, somewhat taken aback, which earned a light nod and a chuckle from William.

"Yeah, we're having dinner later... and I'd like for you to join us," he said, flashing a confident smile.

"Do you think that's a bit risky?" you questioned, feeling a bit hesitant.

But William shook his head, pausing for a moment as he considered his words. "No, I mean, everyone on the team already knows... besides, I really want to introduce you. You know, as my girlfriend," he whispered softly, unintentionally sending another shiver down your spine.

Girlfriend?

The word made you smile, resonating in your mind, and prompting a gentle nod from you.

"Alright..." you replied, offering him a sweet smile, which in turn earned a proud grin from him before he returned to his family.

**

"Oh! So, this is y/n!" Stephanie exclaimed with excitement as you greeted the Nylanders at William's condo.

"The one and only," you softly chuckled, stepping into the spacious living room where the whole family had already gathered, with Michael busy in the kitchen and William's sister relaxing on the sofa. "It's a pleasure to meet you all."

Despite a hint of nervousness within you, being in their company somehow made you immediately feel at ease.

"Don't be so formal!" Camilla chuckled, pulling you in for a warm hug. "You're family now," she said, flashing you a warm smile, before turning to William, who stood beside you. "You, on the other hand, are in great trouble, young boy..."

And William couldn't help but chuckle at his mother's teasing scolding.

During their visit to Toronto prior to the contract extension negotiations, William had confessed everything about your relationship. From your status as an intern to the complications of a relationship that was likely frowned upon by management, to how he felt jealous when he saw you on a date with someone else.

For some time now, especially after the Sweden tour, William had yearned to share the news about you. As he as someone not used to being in a committed relationship, he felt a sense of pride in finally being able to introduce you to his entire family as someone he’s romantically involved with. 

Naturally, he’d told the story in his signature nonchalant, laid-back manner. Nevertheless, he wholeheartedly admitted to how he had fallen in love with you and pursued you at every opportunity.

And it seemed that William's family welcomed you with open arms. Despite teasing him for being a flirt and playfully scolding him for falling for someone he shouldn't have, they showed unwavering support for your relationship, recognising how happy you made him.

"So, must be nice to know he's going to stick around for a while?" his mother commented during dinner.

"Very much so," you replied, offering her a warm smile, quickly meeting William’s eyes as you shared a smile. 

Truth be told, you felt like a part of the family right away. They were all so kind and sweet. And after enjoying Michael's delicious meal, you all went for a walk with the dogs, taking in the wintry scenery of Toronto.

Then as William observed how effortlessly you bonded with his family; a newfound desire slowly grew within him. Something that had been triggered earlier that day, as he’d witnessed your confidence and strength - a desire to spend his life with you and possibly start a family of your own one day.

Your laughter harmonising with his sisters' as you strolled through the park felt like sweet music to him. Watching you share stories and details about yourself with them made his heart flutter in a way he hadn't experienced before.

And when it was time to bid each other farewell, as the family headed back to the hotel, Camilla embraced you once more and offered heartfelt words.

"It's good that he's finally found someone like you... please be good to my little boy."

All you could do was return her sentiment with a sweet smile.

"I'd want nothing more."

Those words rang with absolute truth. Being with William felt more natural and right than anything else you had experienced before. Now that he had officially introduced you to his family, the only remaining step was for you to finish this internship, allowing you both to be together publicly and officially.

And upon returning to the condo, radiant smiles adorned both your faces.

"What?" you chuckled, noticing William's expression.

"Nothing... I'm just happy you got along so well with my family," he smiled, pulling you into his arms in the quiet living room, after the family's laughter and chatter had settled.

"Did you doubt that I would?" you teased, wearing a smug expression.

"Never..." William replied simply before leaning in for a deep kiss.

It seemed seeing you with his family had stirred something within him. As your lips connected and his hands rested on your hips while yours played with his hair at the nape of his neck, he felt a rush of excitement, an unexpected arousal building within him. Both of you lost yourselves in the embrace, exchanging deep kisses that grew increasingly passionate. Tongues intertwined, and the intensity escalated as you held each other close, the atmosphere growing more heated, and the anticipation palpable.

You gently tugged on his long hair, not wanting to release him completely before pulling back slightly to catch your breath.

"Bedroom... now," William whispered, and you eagerly nodded in response.

In mere moments, you were both undressing each other, exchanging passionate kisses in between, scattering clothing across the room. And soon, you found yourselves on the bed, completely naked.

William was particularly hungry tonight, his goal to make you cum until you lost count, eventually feeling overstimulated as he reached his own peak. And his preferred method involved moving down between your legs, his mouth meeting your sweet, honey-filled centre as his tongue explored.

Unrestrained moans filled the room as the intense pleasure of William's mouth on your most sensitive areas overwhelmed you, rendering you speechless. Your mind grew hazy as the day's stress melted away, allowing you to relax fully and succumb to his touch.

William firmly held onto your thighs, passionately kissing your lips while skilfully alternating between flicking your sensitive bud and teasing your entrance with his tongue.

"Willy," you gasped, sensing a rush building within you.

Undeterred, William continued his oral attentions, watching intently as you closed your eyes, tilting your head back, and gripping his hair tighter with your hand. 

He felt rather satisfied with his ability to make you feel this way.

And sensing your approaching climax, he then inserted two fingers into your core, gently massaging and stimulating your walls, as he pushed you over the edge into a mind-blowing orgasm that escaped your lips amidst heavy, incomprehensible breaths.

As you reached the peak, your back arched and then relaxed into the mattress. Opening your eyes, you gazed down at William between your legs, who responded with a broad smile. Then rising from his position, he leaned over to kiss you.

The moment was tender and intimate as you tasted yourself on his beard, your tongues intertwining while William pressed his body against yours and you pulled him closer by his neck.

But he wasn't finished with you yet. He believed you deserved much more pleasure after being so amazing throughout the day.

So, while hovering over you, William snaked an arm between your bodies, finding your core and slowly circling your clit, eliciting soft moans from you once more.

Your eyes locked intensely as the sounds escaping you made it impossible for you to connect your mouth with his. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as another slow build-up began in your lower abdomen while William continued to rub his fingers against your nerves.

"God, baby," you cried out, prompting William to adjust his touch. He withdrew his fingers and reinserted them into your heat, curling them upwards and starting a rhythmic pumping motion, hitting that sweet spot repeatedly. The sounds of your arousal thrilling him, as he knew you were close to coming undone.

And just a few more thrusts were needed as his fingers stimulated your walls, and you felt yourself letting go once again, a shiver coursing through as the rush of orgasm overtook you.

You had already experienced two intense orgasms, and you sensed that William wasn't entirely finished. He barely allowed you time to recover before shifting his position, leaning back on his knees and lifting your legs, aligning the tip of his cock with your dripping entrance.

"Willy, please," you whimpered as he pushed himself in, stretching you further than his fingers had done, your hands clutching the sheets on each side of your head. You almost felt violated if it wasn't for the overwhelming pleasure, he was giving you. His hands on your thighs held you in place as he began rocking his hips, letting his length glide in and out of you.

Typically, you wouldn't reach climax so quickly after on another in one night, but perhaps it was the tension from the week's accumulated stress being released, or maybe it was William's skilled touch that made you see stars. Nevertheless, as his cock filled you so well and William resumed circling your clit while thrusting into you, and you couldn't help but surrender to another rush of orgasm.

It became overwhelming for you. William was pushing you to the brink of overstimulation, and he was very well aware of it.

Your core was completely soaked around his cock, and you felt the muscles in your lower abdomen tighten as he continued his thrusts. Your involuntary reactions showed him just how good he was making you feel and how much pleasure each thrust brought.

"Fuck, baby, you're so perfect for me," William moaned, almost breathless as he neared his own peak. The sight of you beneath him, your breasts moving in sync with his rhythm, and the fact that you couldn't even keep your eyes closed drove him wild.

"I can't..." you muttered, and William sensed it was almost too much, which only drove him to increase his pace. Releasing your thighs, he leaned over your body, supporting himself with his arms on either side of your head as he intensified his thrusts.

"Yes, baby, I'm going to come..." he gasped, feeling your tightness around him. But at that point, you were unable to control your body and beat him to it. Allowing yourself to reach that intense climax, you writhed beneath him, your cunt squirting on his cock as he too let out a deep grunt. Beads of sweat trickled down William's forehead as he reached his own climax, filling you with his cum and pumping a few more times to ensure he had emptied completely.

After a few moments, both of you slowly emerged from your euphoric state, and William carefully withdrew and gently settled beside you. Breathless, he wrapped an arm around you, encouraging you to nestle into his broad chest, where you rested your head, playing with a few strands of his hair.

"Shit, baby, that was amazing," he said softly, running his fingers through your hair as you gazed up at him.

"It truly was, Willy..." You flashed him a content smile, your eyes gleaming with satisfaction and happiness as you lay with the man you deeply cared for. "I'm glad we could celebrate you..."

"Oh no, babe, this was all for you," William grinned.

"What? Why?" You chuckled softly, a hint of confusion in your expression.

"I just felt like you deserved it... you know, for the way you handled the media today, that was seriously hot," he said with a mischievous smirk.

"Really?" 

"Yeah, I mean, seeing you so confident really turned me on... and," William paused, lightly biting his lip as he adjusted his arm behind his head. "I couldn't help but quickly imagine how you might be a strong mother...one day."

His almost whispered words widened your eyes. Was he already imagining a future with you?

You sat up slightly, propping yourself on an elbow and gazed intensely down at him.

"Do you... do you really mean that?" you softly inquired.

"Yeah... I didn't expect to have these thoughts so soon... but seeing how talented you are and then later, when I saw you with my family... all I could think was how much I want to be with you. To have you in my life and maybe build a future together..."

His words struck a chord in your heart.

Never in a million years had you imagined sharing such a soft, intimate, romantic, and heartfelt moment with William Nylander.

Yet, as it unfolded, you realised this was precisely what you truly desired.

So, you leaned in, resting on your side, snuggling up to his side while keeping your eyes fixed on his, offering him a warm smile.

“Willy... please don’t tell me I had anything to do with your contract?” you asked tentatively.

But he simply shook his head and chuckled. “No, don’t worry... but maybe, lately, you did pull me in the right direction…”

His adorable, smug face melted your heart as much as his words did, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Well, I don’t mind that at all,” you softly whispered before placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

His hand then found yours, intertwining your fingers as you both relished the calm and relaxed moment post passionate sex.

"Y/n..." William then spoke.

"Yes, Willy?"

“I think I love you.”

And there it was. Words that made him walk straight in to your heart and stole it.

Your eyes flickered, darting from side to side as you searched for any signs of uncertainty. Yet, there were none.

William's words were sincere, and you couldn't help but let out a small gasp as you slowly came to the same realisation.

"I love you too," you said, flashing him a soft smile before sealing your emotions in a gentle kiss.

However, as you awoke to your alarm the following morning, you found yourself not in the embrace you had fallen asleep in. Despite the early hour, William had already left the bed. And as curiosity piqued, you made your way to the kitchen where you noticed a faint light.

There stood your boyfriend, still only in boxers, casually leaning over the counter, engrossed in his phone.

"Hey," you spoke softly, clearly interrupting his deep thoughts, as he made a sudden movement, turning slightly to meet your gaze.

"Hey," he replied, his tone cold and distant, leaving you puzzled and concerned.

"Everything alright, babe?" you inquired, your curiosity growing as you sensed something was amiss.

"Yeah... yeah, I'm all good," he replied, turning to lean against the counter as you approached him. Yet, you were far from convinced, noting his clenched jaw and intense expression.

“Willy,” you raised an eyebrow, concerned. “What’s going on?”

And realising there was no avoiding it, William let out a deep sigh and turned on his phone, showing you what he'd been watching – a video of your speech to the media from the day before.

"Seems like you’re trending almost as much as I am..." he remarked with a husky morning voice.

"Oh... why though? I mean... why?" you asked, baffled as you inspected the video more closely.

But William simply shrugged. “I don’t know... my sister just sent this to me last night…”

Although you were puzzled about why you suddenly became a hot topic, it didn't explain William’s tense behaviour.

“Willy, are you upset about it? About me getting like 15 minutes of fame?” you tried to lighten the mood with a smile, but your concern was genuine. However, William furrowed his brows and shook his head.

"What? No, not at all..."

"Then what’s wrong?" you persisted, eliciting another deep sigh from William.

"It’s just…" he struggled to put his thoughts into words, knowing they weren’t entirely rational. "Just... look at the comments…"

And so, you did.

"Damn! The Leafs got a hottie on the team!"

"Why doesn’t she do more camera time?"

"She’s like the hockey’s answer to a weather girl!"

The comments continued in a similar vein - compliments about your appearance, your presentation, and how natural you seemed on camera. All seemed to be from males.

"Wait a minute…" you suddenly spoke, the gears in your head clicking into place. "Willy… are you jealous?"

He didn’t need to utter a word for you to understand his answer. Just by observing his expression, the tightness in his jaw as you probed his feelings, you could tell. And a soft smile formed on your lips as your eyes met his, and you knew the answer.

“Hey… babe, you don’t have to be jealous,” you reassured him gently.

“I know… it’s just – they’re right! You looked so fucking good, and I can’t even tell everyone that you’re mine,” he spoke with a mixture of frustration and firmness, feeling the weight of your relationship being kept secret from the world.

“But we know that! Your friends and family know it too... Willy, it’s just a matter of a few more months, or until I'm sure that my career won’t be jeopardised if anyone found out... it’s too bold of a move," you tried to reason, approaching him gently and elegantly wrapping your hands around his neck, trying to meet his gaze.

"I just wish we could say it – then I wouldn’t care about those comments, because everyone would know you were already taken," he whispered softly, resting his head against yours.

"I know," you replied with a warm smile. "Don’t you think I'd want the whole world to know that I’m the one doing the amazing William Nylander and has him head over heels in love with me?"

And that elicited a chuckle from William. Of course, you'd want everyone to know how much he adored you.

"Fair point…" he replied with a sweet smirk. "I just love you."

“I know, and I love you too.”

#my asks #intern x willy #18+ #william nylander imagine #wn88 imagine #nhl hockey imagine #toronto maple leafs imagine #nhl smut #william nylander smut #william nylander fic

[nylwnder]

anywhere with you

a/n: yay it’s my birthday!! also this is my final fic in my birthday series, and yes i had to end with willy!!! enjoy loves, i definitely will!!

pairing: william nylander x fem!reader

warnings: (light) smut in the beginning, fluff, it’s like pretty short

word count: 1k

taglist: @11livpangburn , @stars-canucks , @spine-buster , @melissasturges90 , @themotogirl , @thenhlhastakenovermylife

series masterpost

you sat in your boyfriend's lap, moaning into his swollen lips as your hips rolled into his and your fingers tugged at his messy hair. he admired you, the way you always looked like an angel in his eyes. his hands played with your breasts, squeezing for a bit until his fingers made their way down to your core. his thumb rubbed circles against your clit, you pulled willy into you as the overstimulation makes you weak.

“cum for me love” william whispered in your ear as one of his hands moved to your back and the other on your ass to push you back and forth faster.

you moaned in his ear as a response. you let your head fall back, willy’s lips leaving some kisses on your throat as the two of you rode out your highs. you didn’t even notice when you pushed willy down onto the bed, letting your whole body rest on top of his to catch your breath.

after a couple minutes and a couple kisses, you took your head out from the crook of will’s neck and looked into his crystal blue eyes. he gave you a warm smile, cupping one of your cheeks to rub it with his thumb. “what’s up?” he asks you softly.

“i wanna go somewhere, i don’t know. do something with you” you said, kissing his chin. “what’d you have in mind?”

“maybe just drive, drive until we find- find the chateau marmont!” you explained, willy giggled. “well i’ve told you love, i’ll go anywhere with you.”

“then let’s go!”

“at almost midnight?”

“we’ll catch the sunrise!!” you said, letting your fingers graze his stomach. “then you should wear a sweater, so you don’t get cold.” willy replies, smiling as your face glows up.

you squealed as you got up and got dressed. putting on whatever you could find, you grabbed one of willy’s sweaters before you guys were out the door and in the car. you guys drove out of the city, passing all the open buildings that light up the night life. you knew the two of you couldn’t go to chateau marmont (obviously), but you just wanted to find a pretty place somewhere where you’ve never been. it’s always something you’ve wanted to do since you were young, and doing it with your boyfriend sounded even more romantic.

will opened the windows, as the special playlist you made for him played in the background. you stuck your hand out, seeing how you got goosebumps at the rush of air. you tried to catch the air with your fingers, william looking over and smiling at your playful actions.

you were like no girl william has ever met. your heart was so big and your imagination was infinite. you always looked so free, in such bliss, you just enjoy life as one should. william loves that about you. loves that you’ll always teach him something or take somewhere and force him to do something that he’ll later realize felt amazing. you live out your dreams, and he gets all his motivation and inspiration from you.

willy continued to drive while the two of you talked and talked. pointing out a few things you thought looked cute, the sky began to grow brighter. “you tired?” you asked him, “not really. i like this, it feels nice” he replies, smiling at the horizon. you grabbed for his hand that rested on his thigh.

it didn’t take much long for something to catch your eye. you spotted this platform that held a lit up sign. “wait i think we can get over there” you mentioned, pointing to the location. willy nodded, taking a road that leads over there. once he parked you got out and waited for willy before you took his hand and ran over to the sign. in the other side you could see a highway with a few cars passing by.

you smiled, seeing how the sun was beginning to creep up from the horizon. cascading the sky with yellow and pink tones. music echoed out of the car as you both leaned against the car to watch, staring at such a magnificent sight.

that was until you asked, “dance with me?” william smiled, taking your hand into his “my pleasure.” the two of you swayed together, willy sometimes twirling you and watching the way your hair flowed and your face blushed.

he broke the sweet silence first, holding you by him to be able to share some of his thoughts. “you know the love i have for you is incomprehensible, out of this world. nothing and no one can ever come close to it.”

you looked up at him, you bit your lip at how you could feel the love radiating off of him. he makes your heart feel so full. “well i’ll always love you more” you reply.

“hmm nope, i’ll still love you more than that” willy retaliates before he sweeps you up in his arms and swings you around. you couldn’t stop giggling against his cheek, your arms wrapped around his neck. his arms were your home, the only place you wanted to be. the place where you felt safe and most importantly, the place where you felt the most loved.

“thank you for this” you say, hugging willy as the sun shined down on the two of you. he smiles, “thank you for taking me on these adventures. i love your little mind, you always have something beautiful cooking up in there.”

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[thatsdemko]

MASTERLIST

updated as of 6/05/2023 back to helpline

to find what players I write for please click here

↳ to look at part 2 masterlists please click: here

IMAGINES

HOCKEY

Nico hischier

the fight

william nylander

famous

mitch marner

paper rings

thomas bordeleau

revenge

ice and spice

punishment

moritz seider

ask

mat barzal

neighbor

Jack Hughes

mess around and find out

BASKETBALL & NFL

killian hayes

comfort cuddles

Travis kelce

Super Bowl

live from New York

Patrick mahomes

parade

FOOTBALL/SOCCER

christian pulisic

one last time

confusion and confessions

lie detector part two

first timer

the apology

want one?

Mason mount

you belong to me

hate me

little mount

uncle Mason

delicate

Neymar jr.

five minutes

FORMULA 1

nyck de vries

year one

charles leclerc

a sleepless night in monaco

the other man the right man

fallingforyou

Mozart

falling in love again

uncle Charles

summertime happiness

match point

love affair

brothers best friend

Carlos sainz

desperate

unforgettable

spoiled

Polaroid

papa carlos

I see red

stay, stay

lover

pining - mini series

max verstappen

secrets out

happiness comes in ice cream

the ways in which max shows you he loves you

lando norris

the right man

this love

little streamer

one too many

everybody’s friend

Pierre Gasly

one night with you

falling in love again

jealousy, jealousy

only him

one last ride for the alpha

I’m yours

lewis hamilton

it’s sir to you

drunk on you

ride that like a Mercedes

Daniel ricciardo

the return of the honey badger

dicked down in Dallas

Tim McGraw

home is whenever I’m with you

arthur leclerc

cruel summer

hard work

love affair

yuki tsunoda

sushi date

cherry blossom season

one last ride for the alpha

mick schumacher

you are in love

the ways in which mick schumacher shows you he loves you

toto wolff

ride that like a Mercedes

extra credit

George Russell

I think he knows

MISCELLANEOUS

BLURBS

brad marchand

Jeremy swayman

quinn hughes

cale makar

benjamin pavard 2

travis kelce

josh giddey

lando norris

max verstappen

carlos sainz

Daniel ricciardo

COLLECTIONS| MINI SERIES

valentines day

fake it? - mini series

Taylor swift inspired works

dad + family works

three’s company works

pining - mini series

#hockey imagines #hockey #nhl imagines #nhl imagine #nhl #nhl fic #hockey fic #hockey blurbs #nico hischier #thomas bordeleau #william nylander #mitch marner #thatsdemko masterlist #hockey masterlist #masterlist #football imagine #f1 imagines

[sportswriters]

sportswriters' nhl recommendations list

first of all, we love lists. second of all, we appreciate everyone who takes their time to put these works together, so we decided to do our own recommendation post. at last, these authors deserve all the love, we keep coming back to the space you created in this mess of a world. thank you, truly.

be aware of the individual warnings before reading. if the links are wrong or stopped working, please let us know.

love, namu and ella.

LAST UPDATE: 10/04/2024

guidelines | a: angst, f: fluff, s: smut, c: comedy, 💗: personal favorite

604 miles with luke hughes by @zegrasdrysdale | a, f | established relationship

canes red with jesperi kotkaniemi by @hoesforthecanes | s | established relationship

late night teasing with jack hughes by @alwayshughes | suggestive | established relationship

out with jack hughes by @babydollmarauders | f | secret established relationship

a guided hand with quinn hughes by @sweetestdesire | f, suggestive, aftercare | established relationship

gonna give it to you in capital letters with william nylander by @misshoneyimhome | a, f | secret established relationship

captain doesn't have to know with jeremy swayman by @skjeinon | s | friends to lovers

show you with mat barzal by @islesnucks | f | yearning, friends to lovers

the worst wing-woman with mat barzal by @youunravelme | a, f | co-workers to friends to lovers

yours with frederik andersen by @secretlittlerandezvous | a, f | established relationship

football recs list | list of players we write with | masterlist (soon!)

#nhl imagines #jeremy swayman imagines #carolina hurricanes imagines #andrei svechnikov imagines #jack drury imagines #brady skjei imagines #jesperi kotkaniemi imagines #nhl scenarios #nhl imagine #fic recs #fic recommendation #mat barzal imagines #william nylander imagines #jack hughes imagines #quinn hughe imagines #luke hughes imagines #nhl recs #nhl masterlist