#auston matthews/reader

[lightsoutmatthews]

Ignored - Auston Matthews

summary: Auston leaving you alone at an event leaves a bad taste in your mouth.

pairing: Auston Matthews x female!reader

word count: 2.8k

warnings: angst, fighting, swearing

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Your heels clacked quietly on the pavement of the silent streets of Toronto. There weren’t many people around at this time of the night, especially in winter.

You left the event a few minutes ago and made your way back to your home, after Auston ignored you almost the entire time since you got there.

You showed up together, at this point the Toronto scene was used to you being at his arm during events, and he sat next to you through dinner. His hand softly rubbing over your thigh as he listened to whatever sponsors the team had put on his table. They had introduced themselves to you, but their names had left your memory second after they finished speaking.

After dinner he got called away to speak more sponsors. You stayed at the table with the promise of him being back in a few but he never returned. You saw him work around the room, chatting with different people. Sponsors, team executives, teammates, but his eyes never went back to you.

It was like you left his mind the second he got up from the table.

At first it was no big deal, you knew he had obligations as the teams captain and superstar, entertaining sponsors at events like this being what he was obligated to do but usually he was checking in on you, at least occasionally. He included you in conversations, kept you close and checked if you needed everything.

Not today though.

Willam stopped by at one point, made sure you were fine, Mitch raised an eyebrow at you when he walked past but nothing from the man you were supposedly here with.

So, after two hours of sitting alone you had enough and left.

Not that Auston noticed.

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According to your phone it wasn’t that far from the venue to yours and Auston´s home and a 40-minute walk to clear your head sounded exactly like what you needed right now.

Your feet hurt from wearing heels all day, but you still decided to walk. Thankfully the streets were still lit, and you were walking alongside a main road with cars passing every now and then, backroads you definitely wouldn’t have take at this time of the night.

About 15 minutes into your walk an all too familiar blue car stopped next to you. You didn’t stop walking, even when the passenger window lowered, and you saw your boyfriend shoot you a death glare from the driver’s seat.

Of course, he didn’t stop driving, keeping pace with you, the streetlights reflecting in the windshield, the cars lights lighting you the way more than the streetlights ever could.

“Get in the car,” he bit but you still kept on walking. “What are you thinking walking around the city alone at night?” He continued.

You still ignored him.

Seconds later he parked the car and got out, jogging up to you, grabbing you by the waist to finally make you stop. "What´s gotten into you? Why the fuck did you just leave without saying anything?” He hissed. “Let me go,” you bit back.

“Are you insane? Get in the car right now.” You rolled your eyes at the anger in his voice. “I´m not debating with you and I´m not letting you walk back home alone, get in the car for fucks sakes.” His eyes glinted in the light of the streetlights. Anger written all over his face.

You wished you had the energy to argue with him but after the evening you have just had you were tired and just wanted to crawl into bed. “Babe, I can see that your feet are hurting, so just let me take you home and we can debate whatever your problem is at home.”

His words pissed you off. Like he was accusing you of being the problem. At the same time he still cared, he noticed the little detail about your shoes being uncomfortable, it made you feel better, just slightly.

His grip on your wrist was still firm but when you didn’t acknowledge him his face turned into a concerned frown. You knew he was almost at his tipping point when his brows furrowed, and his forehead wrinkled in the way you knew from previous fights.

His jaw clenched before he spoke again. “I don’t know what the fuck your issue is but get in the fucking car because if you don’t, I will drag you inside.” You knew he was serious. He wouldn’t hesitate to put you over his shoulder and carry to the car himself, no matter how it would look to any bystanders.

So, to prevent a scandal around the Leafs superstar you obliged, stomping towards his car. Heels clacking extra loudly which had him let out a long breath.

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The rest of the drive back to your home passed in silence. Your head leaned against the window, streetlights blurring together as you starred out at the passing buildings. Him clenching his hands around the steering wheel so hard you could see his knuckles whitening in the corner of you eye.

Back at the house, the car parked in the garage, you got out without acknowledging him. Taking off your shoes in the hallway, letting out a small moan when your bare feet touched the cold floor. A strong but welcomed contrast to the pain your shoes were giving you.

You put your coat and clutch back in the hallway closet before making your way into the kitchen to grab a glass of water. After, you took a right to go upstairs, locking yourself in the bathroom to get ready for bed.

You heard Auston move behind you but still paid him no mind. The fight that would undoubtedly follow soon something playing on yours through every step you took and every action you did.

30 minutes later you had gotten rid of your make up, went through your skincare routine and put on your pajamas, one of Auston´s old Leafs shirts that was so large on you it could count as a dress.

When you returned to the living room he was nowhere to be found. Felix was lounging on his dog bed in the corner of the room half-heartedly raising his head as you entered but not making a move to get up and properly greet you.

The lights from your bedroom upstairs lit the upper half of the staircase, telling you that your boyfriend was in there, probably taking his suit off and getting ready for bed himself.

Sitting on the couch, not ready to face him, you wrapped your arms around your knees and placed your head on them. The emotions of the evening crashing down on you, the scenes playing in your head on loop.

What was he thinking? Why did he leave you alone like that?

Deciding that you were too tired to have the argument tonight you grabbed the fuzzy blanket and wrapped it around your body. Laying down on the few pillows you looked out the big windows, snow slowly started to fall outside, casting the outside in a peaceful atmosphere. Much different to the tension you felt inside.

With the remote next to you, you turned on the electrical fireplace, setting a timer for it to shut off in 30 minutes just in case you fell asleep. It cast the room in an orange glow, throwing oddly shaped shadows on the walls.

You closed your eyes, trying to let calmness and sleep overtake you, listening to the quiet crackle of the fire but soft steps on the stairs had you open your eyes again. You didn’t move, but you knew he was standing right there, on the other side of the couch.

For a while no one said anything. Both of your heavy breathing filling the air around you, the tension so high it could be cut with a knife. “Come to bed,” was the sentence he broke the ice with. You stayed silent. “Or at least tell me what your problem is.” You huffed.

“It was really nice talking to you at the event today, and so nice of you to spend some time with your girlfriend between chatting up sponsors.” You didn’t know why you decided to be petty. You were tired and just wanted to sleep.

“What are you talking about?” he stepped further into the room. You sat back up, shooting him a glare. Another huff before you flicked the blanket away. “Do you even remember taking me to the event?” You argued, turning to face him as his eyes narrowed immediately.

“Again, what the fuck do you mean?” There was a harsh bite to his voice. “So, you don’t.” He stepped further into the room, the gleam of the fireplace reflecting in his eyes.

He ran his hand over his face. “Babe…” he stopped, probably not knowing what he actually wanted to say but you saw a hit of realization hitting him, his features tightening.

“You´re mad because I didn’t talk to you during the event today?” You didn’t miss the hint of accusation in his voice. It made your stomach clench.

When you didn’t answer he huffed just like you did minutes before. “You´re being serious?” His tone almost mocking. “Yes, Auston, I´m being serious. How do you think it looked to your teammates, our friends, when I was sitting at a table alone for two hours because all of you were busy mingling.”

You took a deep breath before you continued. “Why did you even bring me, none of the other guys brought their girls.” When your voice got quieter towards the end of the sentence his eyes softened, just for a second.

“You know how that stuff works, you´ve been to plenty with me, why is it suddenly bothering so much, that you go out alone and rather decide to walk home than to wait for me?”

“Because you left me alone, Auston,” you yelled, emotions finally boiling over. “Yes, we´ve been to plenty events together over the years but not once didn’t you look at me the entire time we were there.” Slapping your hands over your face you tried to hold back a sob that was threatening to leave your mouth. “I was sitting there alone for two hours while Mitch and Willy and basically every by passer threw me pitying looks. Because they knew I was there with you, but you paid me no mind.”

A few beats passed in silence. You could feel him starring down at you, processing what you just thrown at him. When you looked back up remorse had taken up his face. “Babe…” he repeated. You knew he was about to break out into an apology.

“Save it, I´m done talking about it. I don’t want to hear your empty apologies. Especially, not after you all but accused me of being the problem.”

“No, let me explain.” You held up your hand to stop him. “I said I´m done talking about it. I´m tired, I just want to sleep. Let´s talk about it tomorrow.” You rubbed your temples to try and stop a headache from approaching.

“No, we will talk about this now, I´m not going to bed like this,” he insisted. Letting out a loud sigh you got up and walked to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, just to escape the situation. The bright overhead kitchen lights stinging in your eyes.

Of course, he followed. “Don´t run away." a deep breath followed. "Look, I´m sorry. I don’t-,“ He stopped, rubbing his hand over his face and through his hair. “I don’t know what got into me. I didn’t do it on purpose, I was just so wrapped up in my shit today.”

“Auston, I´m going to bed, I´m getting a headache, sorry.”

He let out a defeated sigh. “Fine, we´ll talk about it tomorrow. I´m sorry.” His head dipped; shoulders hung low. Regret written all over his features.

When you made your way back to the couch, he stopped you by softly gripping your wrist. A strong contrast to how he gripped it earlier in the night. This time you let him without shouting. “You take the bed, I´ll stay on the couch.”

“You have a game tomorrow, I´m not letting you sleep on the couch in your own home,” you argued quietly. Exhaustion overtaking your body, strength to keep up your strong stance no longer there.

“It´s your home too.” He slammed his fist on the kitchen island, his sudden outburst making you shiver. “Fine,” you sighed, tired of arguing. “I take the bed.”

You grabbed the water bottle you left on the counter and your phone before heading upstairs. The weight of everything crashing down as soon as you closed the bedroom door behind you.

You wondered if you overreacted, just for a second, but you knew that you didn’t. He did leave you to fend for yourself.

But at the same time you knew that he was in his head a lot recently, a goal drought in his incredible season nagging on him. But still nothing about this evening made sense to you.

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You tossed and turned for what felt like hours, tiredness leaving your body as soon as your head hit the pillow. Overthinking something that had followed you through your entire life. You also missed Auston´s warm body next to yours. How he held you tight at night, how his chest was like a personal furnace during the cold Toronto nights.

Turning and tapping your phone screen to see the time for the tenth time. It was shortly after one am. Hours since you´ve gotten home. He was probably already asleep.

The bright light coming from the device, illuminated the room in something cold. Your wallpaper starring at you.

The memories the picture held made you feel warm. You were cuddled up in his lap, a bonfire taking over one half of the picture, the other half the two of you on one of his obnoxiously large lounge chairs. Mitch and Steph were visiting when it was taken. One of the best weeks you had spent together during the summer.

Following a few more minutes of starring at it you gave in and flicked the blanket aside. You knew you shouldn’t go downstairs. There was still talking to do, emotions to let simmer down but you missed him in bed next to you.

A road trip kept him away for the past week, the next one coming up a few days from now. You didn’t want to let him spend the few days he had home on the couch.

Silently you tapped down the stairs, making sure you wouldn’t wake him if he was still asleep, but when you saw his face lit up by the screen of his phone you knew he wasn’t.

The snow was still falling behind him, only being able to see it because of the lamps he had put in the garden. But they were almost covered by the amount that had fallen already so it was darker than usually.

“Come to bed, Aus.” The nickname something you used to extend an olive branch.

He lifted his head, looking as exhausted as you felt, like the stress from the day came crashing down on him like it did on you upstairs earlier.

Felix lifted his head as you took the last step. “Sorry for interrupting your beauty sleep,” you chuckled at the dog who let out a sound almost sounding like a huff.

Walking over to the couch you sat down on the far end of it, facing your boyfriend head on. “Please, I don’t want you on the couch the few days you are home,” you plead.

He looked you over once, twice, three times before letting out yet another sigh.

“I don’t want you on the couch either,” he argued back.

“Then let´s both not sleep on the couch.” You grabbed his hand that was resting on his thigh closest to you and intervened your fingers. “We still need to talk about this tomorrow, but let´s just go to sleep, we´re both exhausted.”

Deep breaths followed as well as another stretch of silence. “Yeah, okay.”

He swung the blanket back and left it in a tussled mess on the floor before he put his arms under your knees and on your back picking you up.

You yelped at being lifted up by him with ease. “I can walk on my own.” He just laughed.

“Take it as my first apology for tonight…” he took a beat. “I´m really sorry, baby.” He placed a soft kiss to the top of your head, so faint you barely registered it.

When you were nestled in bed minutes later, he had you pulled flush against his chest and even though there was still lingering anger in your chest, you let him. Relaxing into his touch, covering his hand with yours.

“I love you.” He whispered into your hair, probably not knowing if you were asleep or not.

“I love you too, Auston. But we still need to talk about this tomorrow, I´m still angry.” He pulled you tighter into him. “Yeah, we will. I promise."

[nylwnder]

little secret

a/n: hiiiiii bbs, sorry for the long gaps between fic drops for this series, life hates me and sometimes i just dont have the time to write </////3 or the motivation which is worse. waahhhh!!! HOWEVER, i was gifted some free time the past month, and because i love you guys so so much, i birth to you all: my first am34 fic <333333

pairing: auston matthews x fem!reader

warnings: SMUT! sex toys (lush toy), edging, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, overstimulation, cockwarming, swearing, auston being in loveeeeee, secret relationship, confession of feelings

word count: 3.4k

taglist: @shoot-the-puck , @lukepangburn118, @eastoncowan , @boqvistsbabe , @sweetiet , @p1tstop , @occasionallyaurora , @laurenairay , @fallinallincurls , @andrea9 , @dylpickle4791 , @biznastysloneshift12 , @dramatic-queen

series masterpost

the vibrating feeling in between your thighs made you grip the edge of the counter top, almost dropping your drink. a moan escaped your throat as the pressure increased, your legs bucking before you felt yourself coming close to the edge.

“please please oh please” you mumble quietly but then the vibrations disappear all together again. you take a deep breath with a little whine.

you walk back to the couch, setting your small snack on the coffee table. watching as the leafs began to make it back out to the ice for the third period. knowing the teasing would take a break for the rest of the game unless he so happened to have his phone on the bench too.

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it all started with a birthday present. a more mischievous gift for a relationship that's just freshly bloomed in the last few months. but your relationship is open and free and gratifying like that.

it was a small, curvy, hot pink toy. one that has devilish capabilities with the mere connection to a phone app. auston knew you would love it, and you also knew he would use the toy to its fullest potential—edging and overstimulating your folds as much as he can. and you do in fact love it, so it isn't surprising that you obliged when he handed it to you this afternoon. a mischievous grin on his face.

“need you to put this on for me, baby” he mentions gently, handing you the toy.

you take it in your palm, already imagining the impending feeling between your thighs. “when would you play with me though?” you ask, pondering the thought on how he’d manage in front of the team, nevermind the coaching crew.

he grins again, “i'll find a way. just need you to be a good girl and keep it in until i come home okay?”

you nod, biting your lip.

“i'll be nice, i promise” he mentions with a kiss to your cheek before a kiss to your lips.

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unless his idea of nice was having you edged every single fucking time his finger began to play with the controls of the toy, then he was in fact nice. you were flustered, frustrated, being edged to reach any sort of release. you squirmed and whined as it tickled the bundle of nerves inside of you again as the team prepared for press. ready to discuss the well earned blowout win against the ducks, and the sixth hattrick of the season for auston.

you couldn’t deny it, auston looked so good out there on the ice—working the puck around bodies like nothing. and it made your heart swell that during the intermissions he couldn’t help but take the time and think of you, play with you, but oh did you want him home. in your arms so he can do you right.

you weren't even sure if you were overstimulated, even though he's been playing with you on-and-off for the past three hours and a half, you just wanted to cum. and oh god please on his cock.

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auston kept his interview short and sweet, wanting to make it home earlier than usual despite the attention and requests regarding another outstanding performance. he wanted to get home to you.

the boys noticed his eagerness to skim through the usual routine, poking around and asking him if he's got a girl waiting at home. he gave a low smile, not discussing further than that. they didn't know about you yet. nobody knew.

being your boyfriend, he wasn't thrilled about the public eye getting a glimpse of you just yet. sure, he wants to take you out to a fancy dinner, hold your hand while you're walking home from the movies. of course he would want to show you off to the boys just so they can chirp him about how he landed you. but you were too special. too soft, kind and sweet. too perfect, he thought. he didn't want anyone to say otherwise, anyone to try to ruin you. the day will come when they know your name, sure. yet even when the moment arrives, when everyone finally lays eyes on you, he knows he’ll still be a protective force. always. if that means you’re his little secret for now, then so be it.

right now, you were all his. without anyone knowing. his warm soul. his dripping core. the one that he wants… no. he needs. right now. so badly.

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when he got home his belongings were quickly discarded to the side. auston relishing in the warm and soothing atmosphere you have created out of his apartment, his senses welcomed by the sweet smell of you. the house always felt empty those nights you couldn’t be with him. your presence had brought a light to the home that it never had, that none of the other flings managed to spark.

he noticed your lounge pants laying near the couch in the living room. your slippers discarded on the other side. he moved forward to grab them, but placed it back down when he noticed your shirt near the entrance of the bedroom. a smile grew on his face.

a few steps forward granted him a beautiful view—his favourite view—the sole reason why he rushed through the toronto night traffic.

you sat at the edge of your bed in a satin lingerie slip. your hair was messy in that pretty way that framed your face, the way that made aus bite his lip in admiration. your lips softly pouted a “missed you.”

your legs slowly opened apart, showing your arousal from the night sopping through the fabric of your underwear. auston gave a low groan, and licked his lips.

“need you. so bad.” you whine.

he walks towards you, and you instantly wrap your legs around him to connect your lips. his grip on your hips yanks you higher onto the bed, allotting him space to get on and tower over you. you nip on his lip as you both break for air.

“you were mean” you murmur. he smirked, “i promised you i'd be nice, that's why i'm gonna make her feel so much better” he says, cupping your dripping core.

you whimper, “please”

his fingers hook on your panties, pulling them down and throwing them to the side. he reaches for the tail of the lush toy, making sure to gently pull the rest of it out. you squirmed at the emptiness, aus seeing the way your entrance clenched around nothing.

“you did s’good, baby. taking it like a good girl” he mutters in your ear as his lips attach to your neck. his wet kisses mixed with his nipping move down to your collarbone, then to the tops of your breasts.

he makes sure to keep his work up until he knows purple and red marks will litter your skin in a couple of hours. making it difficult for you to hide them everytime you leave his apartment. god forbid your friends see them. you're not in the mood to be forced to disclose any more details about your boyfriend. you just wanna keep living in this little bubble the two of you have managed to keep.

not yet. just a little longer.

“mmm, you looked so good out there baby” you manage to mutter. trying your best to not get lost in his kisses but sometimes it's just too hard.

you can feel his smile against your skin. “thank you” he says, kissing on top of his mouth’s handiwork before grabbing you by the hips and bringing you to sit down on his lap.

“your sixth hattrick. not everyone can do that” you speak again, smiling, running your fingers through his hair at the nape of his neck.

his smile didn't leave his face, leaning in to kiss you tenderly. “…nevermind the fact that this was your second back-to-back hatty” you say against his lips.

this time he begins to blush, in what you think is quite literally the most beautiful way possible. you can't help but to kiss him again. he looks down while squeezing your hips before looking back up and letting out a light chuckle. “we gonna keep talking about it or are you going to let me celebrate with you? hm?”

it's your turn to flush a bit. embarrassed you may have been discussing something in a situation where you shouldn’t even be talking in the first place. but you couldn't help it, you wanted to give him all the possible affirmations you could.

“m’sorry” you reply, wrapping your arms tighter around his frame, endeavouring in the taste of his mouth once again. you can feel the mint from the gum he was chewing on the drive back home. it relaxes you.

one of his hands stays pressed on your spine, scrunching the material of your night slip between his fingers, while his other hand travels down. his large palm shamelessly grabbing your ass, moulding your flesh to the shape of his fingers. your skin quickly heats up again and your mind swirls over the rhythm of his tongue against yours and the bulge growing beneath you. aus presses you down, hard, against his clothed lap, it feels like he's already fucking you. but it's the illusion of his fingers bluntly sliding between your folds and pressing over your opening, stirring a good moan out of you.

he sticks in a finger and you subconsciously bite down on his lip. he hums before sticking in another and you accidentally do the same thing again. there's a burning feeling between your thighs, perhaps you are overstimulated after all. but that's not stopping you. you still want him to help you to that finish line that he so cruelly didn't let you reach.

he pumps in and out a bit, making sure you’re wet enough. that was surely a fact, with the way your juices covered his fingers so exceedingly. anticipation continued to build inside of auston, causing the bulge between his thighs to strain against his dress pants. hes been thinking about you the whole night, and your pussy even more.

you untug auston’s shirt, allowing you to unbutton his pants. he helps you pull them off of his legs, while you take off his shirt from his sculpted chest. you run your fingers down his torso, following the lines that shape him. his lips connect to your neck, immediately finding your pulse point. you grind down on him and he allows a groan to escape his lips and echo in your ear. you smile.

“can i take this off?” he asks, tugging at your slip.

you nod needily, the cold air hardening your nipples at the exposure. auston can't help but groan again, yanking you up so he can attach his lips to them. you whine sharply, feeling the tip of his cock nudging near your entrance as well.

he releases your one nipple with a “pop”, sinking you down on his length before you can even make out a sound.

“m’fuck” you mumble, your body ablaze.

“god you’re truly the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen” he says. holding your hips back to get a good look at you.

“auston…” you whine at him, blood rushing to your cheeks again in slight shyness. however your walls clench around him.

“let me compliment you.” he laughed, helping your hips sway against his lap. left, right, up and down, it all felt exactly how you wanted. perfect.

your cunt was soaking wet. the sounds the two of you make where your bodies connect is unholy. auston’s fingers have a tight grip on your love handles, trying his best to keep himself together for you. he chose to focus on littering whatever skin he can reach with more marks, making sure you remember you’re his when you wake up tomorrow morning.

with all the emotions and sensations it truly doesn't take you long to feel the addictive feeling deep in your stomach again. eyes fluttering shut, mewls escaping your pink plump lips, boobs swaying gracefully with your movements, it's like a scene out of a dream the way your walls have a snug grip on auston’s cock. shes perfect, he notes to himself.

he holds you close to him, before moving you to lay down on the bed. he pushes his hands under your thighs and lifts your hips. the position slides him even deeper. makes his cock push up into you, into that spongy part inside that forces your eyes to roll back even more. your thighs begin to tremble.

“take me so good baby, s’like you were made for me.”

“i am.” you respond, because he’s made you honest. in the delirium of him, you’re saying what you’ve had buried inside of you for the past months, waiting for moments like this. with the way he makes you feel it's impossible not to think this way. my god, you’re sure you love him.

with your breathing heavy, recovering from your high, auston groans against your lips––pumping himself into you like a man fueled by pure hunger. the warmth of his cum spilling into you makes you all the more lightheaded.

you grip at the nape of auston’s neck, bringing him in for a kiss. both of your lips already hot pink and puffy. but the need to ground each other is so strong.

the euphoric feeling of relief from your earlier pent up frustration begins to make your body soften. your head felt more vulnerable and you couldn't suppress the words any further. “aus..” you say, kissing his lips before looking him in the eyes. he gives out a small hum in acknowledgment.

“i-i love you. i really do.” your hands squeeze the ends of his hair in anticipation of his response.

did you know that a 6’3, beefy, sassy hockey player can feel butterflies? cause auston is pretty sure he just did. a smile crept up from the corners of his mouth and overtook his entire demeanour. you couldn’t help but reciprocate it.

“yeah?” he asks softly.

you nod, auston’s hands moving to drop your legs and grip your sides instead.

“i love you too, baby.” why wouldn't i? you're too good to be true.

a feeling of bliss overtakes your body. pent up emotions finally all out on the table. its been a lovely set of months now and perhaps you both are ready for that next step.

both of his hands interlock with yours, moving your arms up and over your head. the grip is snug and safe. you can picture holding hands in the cold weather, his palm big and warm enough that you don't need mittens like you used to.

his lips meet yours in a slow gentle kiss. your cheeks blush at the thought of kissing auston straight from the locker room, or his lips leaving a peck on your forehead as you two wait for a table at a restaurant.

the little things.

a whimper leaves your lips, an angelic sound, and an unconscious reaction to auston’s kisses. you can feel auston twitch inside you. so in response, you rock your hips upwards.

“there she is,” he smirks down at you, “there’s my fucking dirty girl.” he notes the dreamy glint in your eye, “you want some more, huh?” you bite your lip, nodding. auston pulls out, just for a moment and your pussy aches at the cruel feeling of emptiness.

kneeling in front of you, aus guides you to turn to your side, straddling one of your legs and grabbing the other one to curl around his side. he aligns himself to your entrance and pushes in without hesitation, already missing the warmth of your wet walls. he continues with his sharp thrusts, one of his hands moving to play with your breasts, rolling your nipples in between his fingers. moans fill the space in the room, and slips of his name fill in the gaps.

the stimulation you feel is so fucking good, for lack of better terms. in contrast to his earlier teases, his thrusts don’t seem to stop anytime soon and you couldn't be any more grateful. your cunt clenching around him so tight that auston hisses, groaning deeply. he shakes his head as if he can’t believe it.

“you’re fucking purring angel, like i didn’t just cum on your pretty pussy. what am i gonna do with you, huh?”

his words make you cry, looking up at him with doe eyes, urging him to bring you to that beautiful edge. “fuck dontstop–so close–so close–” you mumble out quickly. searching for his hand laying on top of your breasts, you tangle your fingers around his again, he squeezes them lovingly. your cheeks fill with a blush tint.

“didn’t plan on it, baby.” he says, making his other hand move to your clit, pressing to rub circles around it, then triangles and then squares and then fucking diamonds. god you didn’t know you just wanted him to keep going and drive you through that burning feeling inside of you.

and so he does, eliciting more sounds from your soft lips along with shivers down your body. he whispers to you how beautiful you are in your ear, while he cums in your sweet cunt once again. you’ll never get over that feeling.

auston grabs you close as he flips the two of you, allowing him to lay down on the pillows, your body sprawled on top of him. his cock still snug in you. you softly hum, this position letting both of you settle down from your shared highs. aus feels your smell calm him, the faint scent of your floral shampoo steadying his breathing, his heartbeat relaxed. he has never felt so safe, so comfortable.

he didn’t want you to move, not even dare to leave this warmth the two of you have created. he's used to getting up after a sexual endeavour like such, two people going their separate ways, hell he's even urgently guided girls out the door. but you? never. if he could keep you here, with him–just him–forever, he would.

you felt auston slowly get soft inside you, and you took that as a queue to take a quick trip to the bathroom to clean yourself up. trying to detach yourself from the soft and gentle embrace of your boyfriend was hard, you didn't want to leave him.

“where are you going?” auston asks, grabbing your waist as you sit up from his chest.

“just the bathroom.” you mention, getting further up and feeling him slip out of you. you let out a small instinctive whimper to the loss. you notice the pout in his eyes, “i’ll only be a minute, don't worry.”

auston was hesitant to let go of your hand, missing the soft feeling contrasted to his rough hands, despite the fact they aren't as calloused as they could be. you smiled at his clinginess, it truly was a compliment. you got up and swiftly made your way to the bathroom mats, as the cold floor sent a quiver up your body. after cleaning yourself up you looked at yourself in the mirror while you washed your hands. you could see the love marks appearing around your breasts, not an uncommon place to find them. aus makes sure to leave new ones each time they start fading.

you make your way back to the bed, seeing auston settled in the sheets. he looks at you with genuinity. a twinkle in his eye. love pouring out of his tender gaze. your skin grows hot. you smile and drop your head to his shoulder once you reach him. “you should see the look on your face”

“what?” he asks curiously.

you look up at him, after wrapping your legs around his own. “you look absolutely smitten.”

he smiles. “good.” he exclaims. proud.

you are quick to get soothed back into his pool of warmth, along with his hand running against your back. here and there reaching the top of your bum, before making its way back up.

you think about your shared confession from earlier. the weight of those immense feelings towering over the two of you gone. all the opportunities and possibilities at your fingertips. “so when do you think i’ll get one of those cute playoff jackets the wives and girlfriends get?”

“you want one?” auston asks, you can hear the smile in his words, if you chose to lift your head you would probably see the smirk too.

“yeah,” you reply, playing with the fingers on his other hand. “i want to be at every game.”

“i’ll make sure you’re the first to get yours then.” you now chose to look up at him, your own happiness radiating across your face. “promise?” you ask, lightly giggling.

“promise.”

“good.”

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[cuteandhughesy]

auston matthews -

“you’re such a loser”.

“you’re so pretty it pains me” (said to him).

“keep still you little… troll”.

please & thank you. love your work. :)

Drunk In Love | Auston Matthews

summary: your boyfriend has to pick you up from a bar—only to find that you’re sloshed and feeling playful. prompt no. 15: “you’re so pretty it pains me” + prompt no. 28: “keep still you little…troll.”

[word count] 2.1k

warnings: drinking | drunk behaviour | suggestive dialogue

a/n: how is this my first auston work…this man was the reason I started watching hockey in 2016! i’m back to my roots with this one! also this ain’t super detailed because I don’t have the brain capacity for that 😛

🎵 drunk in love by beyoncé & jay-z

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auston is immediately bombarded when he steps into the club. not only by the overwhelming smell of hard liquor and various sweet floral perfumes, but by jennifer—your red head bubbly best friend who's celebrating her 27th birthday.

he blinks in surprise as jennifer steps in front of him, freckles still visible even under the flashing lights. "i'm sorry," she hisses, looking over her shoulder at what auston can only presume is you, "but she's sloshed." and that confirms his suspicions.

about 20 minutes ago, he answered jennifer's call. he was expecting the worse—you've always been a naturally clumsy person when drinking, and anytime you go out partying with your friends, you're coming home with more scrapes and bruises than you can count. all jennifer really told auston was that you needed a ride home asap, being very vague about the entire situation.

auston put two and two together pretty quickly.

"it's alright," he says, eyes squinting through the dark atmosphere in search of you and the sparkly red top you left the condo in. you're easy to spot, only because you're standing on top of the bar like you're in some cheesy rom com movie, laughing loudly and dancing while everyone cheers you on.

jennifer smiles awkwardly, green eyes darting between you and your less than amused looking boyfriend. auston curses, moving through the sea of bodies until he's at the crowded bar. he gently wraps his hand around you thigh, not hard, but still firm enough to grab your attention.

you look down, and immediately you're beaming at the sight of him. "austonnnnnn," you slur his name loudly, reaching down to steady yourself on his shoulders as he helps you off the table top. as soon as your heels are back on soild ground, you're jumping into auston’s arms—not without almost missing him and falling to the floor if it wasn't for auston's reflexes.

"woah, slow down," he warns lightly, large hands a warm and steady presence on your hips as he steadies you. "hi baby." auston grins slightly, eyes barley visible under the rim of his ball cap. a hiding feature he chose on purpose—auston wasn't really in the mood to wake up tomorrow morning and read a bunch of news tabloids about him picking up his hammered girlfriend at a local toronto club.

"hi." you grin, blinking slowly. auston can feel your heat through hour top-your skin hot to the touch, the affect off one too many shots. the hair you'd previously slicked back into a pony tail is now frizzy and down—eyes glassy and not all there.

auston snickers, already moving you away from the table and back to the direction of the entrance. "are you drunk?" he teases knowingly.

"pssshhh...no!" you decline loudly, shaking your head—but the way you misstep tells a whole different story. you don't even notice that though, too busy looking at your boyfriend with an imaginary lightbulb flickering above your head, "have you come to take a shot with me?" you ask, your excitement obvious.

auston hums, "no, i'm here to bring you home."

"but im not ready to go home," you pout.

"I know, but you can come out next weekend."

his words seem to do the trick, because your face relaxes and your lips form into a lazy grin. "oh yeah," you say matter of factly like it was you who came up with the idea.

"do you have your bag?" auston asks before the both of you can step outside, "where's your phone?"

your small chain bag is slung over your shoulder—which, thank god, because auston did not want to have to search for it in the women's bathroom or under the sticky tables. "my phones under my boob," you say.

he reaches out, fingers sliding under your boob to make sure it is in fact in your top.

it makes you giggle, arching into his touch, completely oblivious. "trying to cop a feel?," you slur, way too loudly for a public space. "you freak."

auston can't help the breathy laugh that leaves him, pulling off your body once he has confirmation that your phone is sitting between your ribs and left boob. "just making sure you've got everything," he corrects your insinuation lightly, wrapping his hand back around your hips. "okay, let's go."

the cold air is a shock after spending time inside the overpacked and overheated club. you instinctively curl into his side, seeking some warmth—no matter how drunk you are, you'll always find a way to get chilled.

as soon as his car is in your line of sight, you gasp, mumbling something incoherent before attempting to run towards the vehicle. you obviously don't get far, not with auston's arm holding you upright, but that doesn't stop you from stumbling on uneven sidewalk—almost sending you to your knees.

it has you giggling but also somehow gasping dramatically all at the same time.

"careful." auston chimes firmly, digging in his back pocket for his keys to unlock the car.

"woah that was scary," you snort, looking up at him with those glassed over eyes he loves. "did you almost trip too?" you ask, dead serious.

auston opens the passenger door, "almost."

"that wouldn't of been good," you slur.

"no, it wouldn't of been." he agrees easily, guiding you into the vehicle, "okay, left foot first babe."

but you're not going that easily. you turn to your boyfriend again, face flashing in fucking betrayal like he just asked you to root for the bruins. "you haven't even kissed me yet," you whine, feet planted on the concrete while your butt connects with the car seat.

he sighs, "let's get in the car first."

"please?" you slur, leaning forward dangerously. auston grips your biceps before you can face plant to the ground, but you're completely oblivious, continuing to beg in a mixture of babbling and slurring, "you're so pretty it pains me! and I need a kiss to make me feel better."

auston takes a deep breath, staring down at you for a beat—seeing if you'll give up. but you don't, continuing to look up at him like he hung the moon and the stars, lips slightly pouted and stained as you wait rather patiently. he sighs again before leaning down and giving you a quick peck.

you beam when be pulls away, bringing your left foot into the car. "you love me," you hum dreamily.

"yeah I do," auston smiles, guiding your right leg inside the car before he leans over your body, clicking the seat belt into place.

you kiss the side of his face sloppily as he makes sure you're buckled, "I love you too."

the 15 minute drive back to your and auston's shared condo is filled with the sound of your voice, singing along to random radio songs in an impromptu karaoke session. anytime you look over at auston and see that he's not singing, you squawk loudly, poking his cheek persistently until he joins in.

thankfully you don't give him too much trouble getting back out of the car, or on the elevator ride up to your floor—the most you do is stumble and talk too loudly, but auston finds it rather funny. you resemble a baby deer, and when he tells you that, you start tearing up about how cute baby animals are.

felix, your shared dog, eyes you both grumpily from his spot on the couch as you pass, clearly upset at be woken up.

auston guides you into the bedroom, helping you kick your heels off while you continue crying, now specifically praising baby horses and their tiny little horse shoes.

he grabs your oversized pyjama shirt, which is actually one of his old men's league shirts that you'd stolen years ago when you first met. auston turns back to you, placing the shirt beside you on the bed. "okay," he starts, "arms up baby."

"why?"

"because you need to get changed," auston says.

you whine, muttering something about feeling tired. regardless you lift your arms, limbs all floppy and heavy as auston attempts taking your sparkly top off.

you wiggle and squirm, laughing as auston's calloused fingers graze against the side of your ribs. your movement makes him sigh, teetering on impatient. "stay still you little...troll."

that gets you to stop moving. "hey! that's mean." you pout incredulously.

"it's not," auston answers easily, pulling your shirt fully off. now free, your phone falls to your lap with a plop. "trolls are cute"

you arms drop to your sides quickly, "no they're not."

"shhh," he teases, pulling off your skirt and tights in one quick and efficient move. "you'll hurt their feelings."

"my boobs are out," you say after a beat.

auston snickers, pushing your head through the stretched neck hole of his old shirt. yeah, they are," he hums, moving to your arm and bending it at the elbow, “hey, put your arms through the holes."

"nooooo," you whine, falling forward to auston’s chest and wrapping your sticky arms loosely around his neck. "I wanna give you a kiss." you mumble, already in the middle of covering his scruff covered jawline in tequila scented kisses. one of your hands sneaks down his body, and before he can even blink, your grabbing his dick.

"jesus baby," his breathe hitches, pulling your hand off his length and putting it back in your lap.

you giggle, "you like that?"

auston shakes his head, putting your arms through the shirt holes before you can grab his dick again. "not tonight, you need to go to sleep."

your face falls. "you don't want me?"

"not when you're drunk."

you scoff, tears pricking your waterline as auston fully pulls the shirt down over your naked body. "you hate me." you state dramatically, arms crossing over your chest.

"not at all," he reassures you softly.

"but you don't want me."

"you're drunk." auston reiterates, which only makes you hum. he can't help the smile that pulls on his face, shaking his head in disbelief at your slurred words and usual drunk shenanigans. "okay baby, let's get you in bed."

the next two minutes are silent as your boyfriend helps you slip under the covers. you sigh happily as the cool sheets envelop around your limbs, head sinking into the fluffy pillow like you're lying on a cloud. auston leaves your lamp on, putting your phone on the beside table—making sure it's plugged in for the morning—before he turns to leave.

but just as his hand touches the door knob, you're whining. "austonnnnnn."

"yes?" he asks, brow quirked.

you make grabby hands at him like a toddler. "come lay with me."

"i'm going to," auston says, "I just gotta take felix out first."

the mention of your dog has you sitting straight up, once again wide awake. auston can't help the way he sighs, falling back against your bedroom door in what feels like defeat.

"can I come?" you ask him, voice full of hope and joy at the thought of running your hands through felix's soft and curly coat. you’ve never wanted to cuddle him more than this very moment.

auston shakes his head gently, "no."

"whyyy?" you whine, lips pouting for the hundredth time tonight. "I love him so much." you admit, voice thickening with emotion as you blink at your boyfriend through the warmly lit bedroom.

he walks back towards you, softly pushing your hair off your face. "I know you do," auston mumbles, thumb stroking your brow bone. "but you're not wearing pants and it's cold outside."

you frown deepens, a single shiny tear falling from your eye and tracing down the round of your cheek. "but," you pause, sniffling gently, "felix will think I don't love him if I don't come."

auston shakes his head, "that's not true." but you only cry more, shrinking in on yourself as sobs wrack through your body. auston coos, pressing a firm kiss to your forehead and then another to your cheek.

even drunk, you don't play about your love for felix.

"how about when I get back I bring him in here for the night?" auston proposes sweetly.

your head lifts, and the sight of your watery eyes have auston pouting. "really?"

"yeah."

and he fully intends on keeping his promise, but 30 minutes later—once the dog has done his business and trotted around the condos front grass—auston opens the bedroom door, only to find you sound asleep.

[chukys-mouthguard]

captain’s call

5k words

genre - smut; threesome, minors DNI, 18+ content, unprotected sex, P in V

featuring - auston matthews x female reader x william nylander

summary - auston’s girlfriend goes on a podcast and picks william in a game of; kiss, marry, fuck - so auston decides to give her what she wants

note - the ending kind of sucks, i haven’t written in awhile if you couldn’t notice from the lack of posting on my blog, so enjoy this as my return? Hopefully?

Settling into your seat, you’d taken advantage of the complimentary cocktail you were offered prior to recording. You were appearing on your friend’s podcast as a special edition episode for the upcoming NHL All-Star game. Being one of the WAGs with a bigger social media presence, you often got invitations for appearances such as these.

“You ready?”

Looking at Chelsea you took a deep breath, followed by another quick sip of your cocktail before nodding your head.

The beginning half of the podcast focused on you, your relationship with your boyfriend now captain of the Maple Leafs, Auston Matthews. The second half delving into the more gossip style questions, which you were sure would wind you up in some trouble.

“Okay, so, as much as we all love talking about your man, we gotta talk about the other men of the Maple Leafs. So, let’s play a nice little game of: kiss, marry, and fuck.”

A blush quickly fell over your cheeks as you knew this would not end well. Looking at the camera as you warned, “Auston please turn this off now,” before allowing Chelsea to continue.

“Obviously, Auston will not be an option for this game because that would be cheating. So, without wasting any more time, first member of the Maple Leafs: William Nylander.”

“Fuck.”

Chelsea’s eyes went wide at your almost immediate response to the first player she’d promoted with, which of course she had to inquire about.

“Okay, I’m going to need you to elaborate because that answer was instantaneous. Why are you fucking Willy?”

“I mean, have you seen him? He’s got a good fashion sense, and if not Auston, I would one-hundred percent have to fuck Willy.”

The moment the podcast ended you knew that Auston would not be happy with the game of kiss, marry, fuck. However, you hoped it was at least taken more in a comedic sense versus people taking it to heart. Regardless if your answer was genuine to how you felt or not, you didn’t need your boyfriend thinking you had thoughts of his teammate on a regular basis.

The night was being capped off with a dinner for the Leafs all-stars and their guests they’d brought to town for the weekend. Auston sat in silence as he watched you put the finishing touches on your outfit of some simple gold earrings and a few bracelets.

“Okay, looks good?”

You turned to him with a smile as you gave him an opportunity to look over your outfit, Auston always giving you his stamp of approval before heading out the door.

“Yup, good. Ready to go?”

He stood up from the chair in the corner of the room as he headed towards you, taking your hand to pull you towards the door of the hotel room.

“Aus, everything okay? That was a bit of a lackluster response compared to your usual comments.”

He let out a soft sigh as he stopped to turn back towards you.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. You look great, I’m sure Willy is definitely gonna want to fuck you seeing you look this good.”

Auston rolled his eyes as he continued towards the door, pulling you with him as you sighed.

The podcast had not gone over well with Auston, specifically your comments about Willy being the one guy besides Auston on the Leafs that you’d choose to fuck. No matter how many times you told him it was a game and you weren’t thinking about fucking his teammate regularly, he didn’t want to hear it. A chip very much on his shoulder as the idea of you thinking about any of his teammates in such a way made his blood boil.

“Aus, babe, how many times do I have to tell you. It was a game on a podcast, you have nothing to be upset or worry about! I promise!”

Placing a kiss on his lips you were happy to see him slightly relax at your reassuring words. His thumb lightly brushed over the back of your hand as a smile came across his lips.

“Okay, I believe you. I just, I can’t help but be jealous. I know my girlfriend is hot as fuck, so naturally I assume that everyone else knows it too. And the idea of you wanting to fuck one of my teammates, definitely had me hot and ready to explode.”

“Not hot and bothered?”

You playfully joked as Auston rolled his eyes, not caring for any sarcastic comments of yours as he pulled you down the hall.

“No way, I don’t even want to think of Willy or any of the guys getting you all to themselves.”

A smirk found its way across your lips as you two waited for the elevator, Auston eyeing you confused as the ding alerted you two of the ride's arrival.

“What? You know I don’t like it when you start smirking like that.”

“Nothing, you just said you don’t wanna think about any of the guys getting me all to themselves. But, I wondered what you’d say if it wasn’t one of them, just by themselves. Like what if-“

The ding of the elevator arriving in the lobby stopped your thought, Auston staring at you in confusion as you made your way out and towards the group that was waiting for the two of you.

Shaking his head he let the words escape him as he caught up to you and the group, lacing his fingers with yours as the group headed out for dinner. Auston, Mitch, and William had been voted to the All-Star game and it was a tradition they’d started to do a dinner with friends and family that they flew out for the festivities.

As you found your seat at the table, you failed to notice it was directly across from William. Normally you wouldn’t care or pay it any mind, but with Auston still not thrilled with your comments made on the podcast, you were sure this would add more fuel to the fire.

“Y/n.”

You heard William’s voice softly break through the rumbling of conversations at the large dinner table, pulling your attention as you made eye contact with him. Taking a sip of your wine you waited for him to speak, noticing that Auston was turning his attention to Willy though he tried not to make it obvious.

“You look gorgeous, that’s the dress you were eyeing in Paris yeah?”

A smile came across your face as you thought back on the trip you took with Auston that had seen you coming home with tons of new clothes. Some of which you couldn’t decide on, leading you to enlist the help of resident Maple Leafs fashionista William Nylander. The dress he urged you to get was the one you wore tonight; it was simple, strapless, and you paired it with a vintage Maple Leafs racing style jacket.

“It is, you remembered.”

He offered you a cheers of your wine glasses with a smirk, shrugging his shoulders as he brought the glass to his lips.

“How could I not remember when you look so gorgeous in it? I can understand why you and Auston were late to meet us all for dinner.”

Willy shot you a wink as you rolled your eyes, the smirk on your lips fading as you noticed Auston clearly not amused by the conversation. Turning your attention to some chatter coming from the opposite end of the table, you hoped Auston would just drop the entire thing. But as he and William got up and headed towards the bar, you were sure that wasn’t the case.

“What can I get you boss?”

William smiled at Auston while flagging down a bartender, Auston simply replying “tequila on the rocks” as he leaned an arm on the counter.

“You good? Things seem off with you tonight.”

Auston chuckled as he accepted his glass from the bartender, taking a sip as he shook his head at William.

“Am I good? You were fucking flirting with my girlfriend right in front of me dude. I mean it’s bad enough she made comments on that podcast about wanting to fuck you, but now I’ve got to sit through you hitting on her and shit?”

William immediately put his hands up in protest, chuckling as he shook his head.

“I meant nothing more than a simple compliment. I mean, yeah y/n is gorgeous. And I think any guy you asked would be lying if they said they didn’t wanna sleep with her. But I’m not trying to cross any lines here, honest. You think I’d do something like that?”

Auston sighed as he ran a hand through his hair, believing that William was telling the truth. But still confused by the comments you’d made earlier in the elevator.

“I mean, I don’t know. Y/n was saying some things earlier, it almost made me think the comments she made on that podcast weren’t just a joke or for entertainment.”

William’s eyes went wide as he sipped his drink, slightly coughing as he wasn’t sure how to respond.

“Wait, you think, she was serious? That she wants to sleep with me?”

“Not exactly, she said something in the elevator about what if it wasn’t just William having me all to himself.”

William started laughing as Auston furrowed his brow, not appreciating the humor that his teammate was finding in this situation.

“Dude, I’m gonna go ahead and say that your girlfriend is hinting at wanting to have a threesome.”

Auston’s eyes went wide as he glanced to the table, seeing you laughing about something Mitch was telling the table. The thought of a threesome was never something he imagined you’d be interested in let alone think about.

“A threesome? What? No way, with you? You really think that’s what she was hinting at?”

William shook his head, laughing at Auston’s sudden awkwardness over the thought. Simply patting his shoulder as he grabbed his glass to head back to the table.

“Threesomes can be a good time, don’t knock it till you try it, that’s all I’m saying.”

Dinner had wrapped up and you’d noticed Auston was rather quiet after his trip to the bar with William. You normally would assume it’s because he’s tired with all the hustle and bustle of All-Star Weekend, but you couldn’t be so sure.

“You okay babe?”

Squeezing his hand tight you searched his face for some sort of sign, something to let you in on what had him so quiet.

“Can I ask you something?”

The two of you were behind the group so he wasn’t worried about anyone overhearing, though you’d become a bit nervous for what he had to say.

“Do you, have you. Do you want to fuck William?”

Rolling your eyes you couldn’t believe this was being brought up again, despite your effort to shut down the silly comments made during a game on a podcast, it was clear Auston wasn’t letting it go.

“Aus, I’ve told you. It was a game on a podcast, there’s nothing more to it than that.”

“Do you want to fuck me and William? Like together?”

Your eyes went wide hearing the question pour from your boyfriend’s lips. Taking a moment to replay the question in your mind just in case maybe you’d heard him wrong.

“What, like, you think I want to have a threesome?”

Your voice got quiet on the final word, praying no one around could hear the conversation as you felt your heart begin to race. Your palms sweating as you could see Auston was awaiting an answer, and he’d know if you were lying.

“I mean, I don’t know. Maybe. Yeah? It’s just one of those random sexual thoughts you get sometimes. Haven’t you ever had one?”

Auston slightly chuckled seeing how flustered you’d become, shaking his head as he took your hand in his. The rest of the walk back to the hotel was silent, minus your heart that was beating loud in your head as you’d wondered what admitting to your thoughts was making Auston think.

-

It wasn’t uncommon after a multi-point night on top of a commanding win for Auston to be ready to rip your clothes off the second you’d get home. His hand slowly finding its way between your thighs on the ride home, trying his best to drive the speed limit though his foot would be glued to the gas pedal racing through Toronto traffic.

Though you would try to please and pleasure him after a multi-point performance, Auston can never give up control that easily. Always wanting to have things his way, despite your begging to make him happy.

“Baby, you remember what you asked me…the night of the dinner at All Star weekend?”

He spoke in between kisses, his breath heavy as his hands quickly worked on your jeans, then moved to discard your jacket and top to the side.

“Mmm, sure…No, of course not I don’t fucking remember anything from that night right now Aus. Can this wait?”

You pleaded with him as he slipped a hand past the waistband of your thong, fingers slowly tracing your slit as he smirked seeing you flinch beneath him at the feeling.

“It could, but I wanna talk about it now.”

Groaning you reluctantly gave in, thinking back on that night, trying to remember what you asked him. Of all the things you could’ve said, nothing was coming to mind.

“Aus, please just tell me so we can get this over with.”

Grinding your hips you tried your best to urge his fingers to continue, but he stopped their movements as he pulled his hand from your thong. His thumb tracing over your cheek before holding your chin as he brought you closer for a kiss.

“You asked me if I’d ever had a random sexual thought, like how you thought of a threesome with me and Willy.”

His eyes looked down at yours, lust filled as he smirked, watching as your chest rose and fell with sharp breaths as you tried to be patient. Auston always hated when you would rush him.

Before he could finish his thought, a knock came at the door along with a groan from your lips. Auston chuckled to himself as he gestured for you to go and get it. Scoffing at him you crossed your arms over your chest, as if to protest that you were not moving.

“Baby, look at me, I can’t answer the door like this!”

His arms were open wide as he shrugged, his gaze falling to his cock that was rock hard in his briefs. Rolling your eyes, you threw on his dress shirt as another knock came at the door.

“Fine! But you owe me, big time!”

“Oh don’t worry, you’ll get your wish.”

Auston sat on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his forearms as he watched you hurry off to the door.

“Coming!”

You shouted as a third knock came, quickly checking that all the buttons were done and your matching blue lace bra and thong couldn’t be seen beneath the dress shirt.

“Can I help-“

As you opened the door, you were greeted with the blonde hair and blue eyes of none other than William Nylander.

“Willy? What the fuck are you doing here?”

Quickly wrapping your arms around yourself, you did your best attempt at hiding the fact you were simply in a bra and thong beneath the dress shirt. Thankfully your face was already red from the events that had begun upstairs so it hid your blush of embarrassment seeing William at the door.

“Auston told me to come over.”

“He what?”

William had shown himself inside, leaving you confused as you shut and locked the door. You expected Auston to have trailed behind you, but he was nowhere in sight.

Heading upstairs you kept glancing back at William as a smirk remained plastered on his face as you rushed to get some sort of explanation from Auston.

“Aus, what the fuck? Why is he here?”

Your whisper yelling was useless as William had followed shortly behind, now leaning in the doorway of your bedroom as Auston reached out to tuck some hair behind your ear with a cocky grin.

“Didn’t I say you’d get your wish baby girl? Well, this is your lucky day.”

Looking from Auston to William, you’d felt the lightbulb click in your brain as you felt your cheeks turning red. William moved to lean on the dresser, arms crossed over his chest as Auston took your hand in his, pulling you in for a kiss.

“Auston, I told you, it was just a random thought. You don’t need to do this, he’s your teammate.”

He playfully bit your lip before moving you off of his lap, standing up next to William as you sat on the edge of the bed.

“Well, we are gonna take care of this random thought once and for all. William and I talked, there’s no reason for it to be awkward. He’s gonna respect my rules, and we’ll have some fun. Sound good?”

You were trying to pick your jaw up off the floor, the idea of Auston ever being okay with something like this seemed ridiculous. But as both men smirked at you, sharing a laugh at your inability to speak, you realized they weren’t kidding.

“Why don’t you help Willy out a bit, we got a head start on things. Get him up to speed.”

Auston made his way to the chair that sat in the corner of the room, watching as Willy made his way over to you while already starting on his belt. Your breath hitching in your throat as you glanced from Willy to Auston, just waiting for the moment they both would burst out laughing telling you this was a prank. But as William did away with his pants and boxers, leaving him fully exposed to you, it was clear this situation was very real, and you were indeed going to fulfill this fantasy of yours.

“Go ahead baby, it’s okay.”

Looking at Auston, he was already palming himself over his briefs as he was impatiently waiting to watch you. Normally he’d never be okay with such an idea, but hearing that you’d thought about this, even if it was just once, he found himself desperate to experience the idea. Not that he was excited to watch you pleasure his teammate, but the idea of watching while you and William had to follow his rules turned him on more than anything.

You glanced up at William with innocent eyes, slowly moving from the edge of the bed you fell to your knees as your hands slowly trailed up his thighs. Noticing how he slightly flinched at your touch, his breath sharp as you finally wrapped a hand around his cock. Bringing it to your mouth as you began to bob your head up and down his length, feeling as he grew hard against your tongue.

“Fuck, she’s fucking amazing.”

William threw his head back as he brought a hand up to your hair, gripping it as he helped to guide you.

“Hey! What did I say? No touching her.”

William quickly dropped his hand, both of them resting on the comforter as they gripped it tight, desperately needing something to hold as he was overwhelmed by how good your lips felt wrapped around his cock.

“Sorry Auston, she’s just fu-holy shit! She’s really fucking good at this.”

“I know she is, but we talked about this. You don’t touch her, or else this is over.”

William nodded as he let out a few soft moans, his lustful eyes watching you as you slowly took all of him into your mouth, gagging slightly as more expletives fell from his lips.

“Is he up to speed baby?”

Auston stood up from his place, discarding his briefs as he was rock hard from watching you. His hand slowly stroked his cock as he made his way over to you, helping you from your spot at the foot of the bed as you wiped the corners of your mouth.

You felt William’s eyes scanning you from your head down to your eyes, undressing you was more the vibe as Auston began working on the buttons of the dress shirt. Sliding it off your shoulders as he wanted William to see how good you looked in your bra and panties.

“Isn’t she sexy?”

William nodded as he bit his lip, so badly wishing he could have his hands on you. Watching as Auston stood behind you; one arm reaching around to pull your lips to his for a kiss, the other wrapping around your waist and slipped past the fabric of your lace thong.

A gasp left your lips as his fingers slid past your clit, dipping into your heat while he groaned at how wet you were for them already.

“Mmm, she’s so wet for us. Her panties are soaked.”

William’s hand gave his cock some much needed attention since it was aching now without your lips wrapped around it. The sight only turned you on more as Auston made sure you were watching him.

“What do you say baby? Do you want us to fuck you?”

Auston’s fingers picked up speed, earning soft whimpers from you as you were melting for him with every pump of his fingers inside you.

All you could muster were soft whimpers, Auston chuckling at how worked up the situation had you.

“Use your words baby girl, tell us what you want.”

“I-I, I want you to fuck me. Both of you. Please.”

With that Auston pulled his fingers from you, making quick work of your bra as he gave William a nod to discard of your panties. William then taking his place back on the bed, waiting impatiently for Auston to instruct of the next moves. It only turned you on more, knowing Auston was in control and William was having to listen. You could feel your blood rushing through you as you waited to finally have them, the excitement of not knowing how or who first had you even wetter than before.

“Let’s let Willy have some fun first huh?”

Auston helped you onto the bed, positioning you face down ass up as he stood in front of you. His cock begging for your lips to wrap around it, but you waited until he gave you instruction. Realizing this was Auston’s show and you and William were merely participants.

“Hands on her hips and ass, that’s it.”

William nodded as he slowly stroked himself as he positioned himself behind you. You felt your pussy throbbing knowing how close he was, knowing that you’d finally get to see if the rumors around William being a solid ten in bed were true.

“Fuck, she’s so wet.”

William groaned as he teased your slit with his cock, earning soft moans from you. You couldn’t help but instinctually try and push back against him to get him to slip inside, but he knew to wait. Sitting back as Auston grabbed your chin, pulling your eyes to meet his.

“Go ahead, tell him what you want.”

Looking over your shoulder your eyes met Williams before scanning his entire body. Taking in his built frame and amazing legs as he stood stroking himself, eager for your permission.

“Please William, I need you.”

His eyes flashed to Auston for approval before one hand fell to your hip while the other slowly teased his cock up and down your slit. Both of you moaning out as the feeling was already better than you could’ve imagined, the sexual tension exploding like fireworks as he finally dipped inside.

“Oh my god, fu-“

You couldn’t even finish the thought as you gripped the sheets, the feeling of William’s cock stretching you was a whole new experience than what you’d grown used to with Auston. It was different, and a whole new feeling that you couldn’t believe you were getting to experience.

“Does he feel good baby?”

Auston brushed your hair from your face as you bit your lip, nodding as you could barely form words while William slowly found a rhythm behind you.

“Well don’t leave me out honey, use that pretty mouth of yours for me.”

His words sent chills down your spine, as if there weren’t already enough there with how amazing William was making you feel. His soft grunts and expletives that were spoken under his breath had your pussy dripping for me.

Letting your grip go on the bed sheets, you took Auston’s cock in your hand, slowly stroking him as you gladly took him in your mouth.

A low groan erupted from him as his hand fell to your hair, holding a tight grip as he forced you down on his length.

“Fuck baby, you’re so hot. Let me hear how good he’s making you feel baby don’t be shy.”

With that William bucked his hips a bit hard, a slight laugh leaving his lips as he heard you moan in approval.

“Mmm it feels so good Aus, I’m so wet for him. For both of you. I love it.”

“Yeah? You think you can make us both cum for you baby?”

You hummed a confirming response as you took Auston’s length back into your mouth. The stroke of your hand matching the bobbing of your head as you tried your best to not lose focus while William’s thrusts were growing a bit sporadic, letting you know he was close.

Auston loved how confident you were, loving even more the idea of both men cumming just for you. And he wanted you to make it happen, but there was no way he was ending the night with only getting his dick sucked.

“Come here.”

He pulled you from his cock, pressing a harsh and sloppy kiss to your lips while William groaned at the loss of your pussy clenching his cock.

Auston took your face in his hands as a cocky grin slowly appeared on his lips.

“I want you to make him cum. And you don’t stop until we’ve both finished okay?”

You nodded your head with a slight bite of your lip, though you were confident in your ability, William was slightly bigger and thicker than Auston.

Flipping your position around, Auston was now the one with hands on your ass as he wasted no time thrusting into you. A loud moan escaping your lips as William traced his thumb over your jaw before bringing his cock to your mouth.

“Open up pretty girl.”

His smirk was just as bad as Auston’s and you could feel your pussy clench around Auston’s cock at the sight. The way he held your gaze as he watched you slowly bring your lips around him, a string of expletives leaving his mouth as you began to slowly stroke him as you bobbed your head. His hand falling to your hair as he couldn’t be bothered to abide by Auston’s rules, needing to keep your pace as he could feel himself coming apart.

“Such a good girl baby, gonna make us both cum. Fuck!”

William’s grip in your hair was growing tighter as you could see his thighs flexing as he was fighting back the urge to cum, trying to hold out as long as he could. Your strokes of his cock matching perfectly with the motion of your head as you tried your best not to slow down while Auston’s thrusts were hard and fast behind you.

“Holy shit, whatever you’re doing right there, don’t stop doing that.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at William’s reaction, but you did as he asked. Continuing with that same motion as his breath began to become hitched, and he couldn’t control the moans that were leaving his lips as his head fell back.

“God you’re so fucking sexy baby. You ready for us to cum?”

Auston’s fingers were digging into your hips so tight you were sure he broke skin as he gave you three final strokes, a low groan escaping him as he came.

“Fuck, oh my-holy shit yes. Oh fuck.”

William followed suit as he came, his hand holding tight to your head as you felt his seed fill your mouth. Your strokes on his cock slowed as you swallowed every drop, eventually pulling your mouth from him as he tried to catch his breath.

Auston had already gone to grab a towel to clean you up, laughing at the sight of his teammate weak in the knees upon his return.

“You good Willy?”

William smirked and gave a thumbs up as the three of you laughed. Your mind still trying to comprehend what just took place, as all of this started from a simple game of marry, fuck, kiss.

Auston tossed you an oversized t-shirt as you tried to come to your senses, William finding his own clothes while Auston threw on some briefs.

“So, that was, fun?”

William awkwardly interrupted the silence, not sure what to say as he now had to do the walk of shame in his suit he’d worn to the game.

“Fun is definitely a good word.”

You chuckled out a response as you sat on the bed while Auston rolled his eyes helping to make sure William had all his things.

“You know, I’d totally be down if you guys ever wanted to-“

“William, no way. This was a one and done so my girlfriend will shut up about how bad she wants to fuck you. See you at practice tomorrow.”

He simply nodded his head, bidding you both farewell as he knew the way out.

Auston just laughed as he climbed into bed with you, pulling you into his chest with a kiss on your head.

“Thank you, I, I honestly never expected you to be okay with something like that.”

“Hey, there’s always a first for everything. And now that we’ve done that, let’s not do it again. I like you much better all to myself.”

You nodded as you pressed a kiss to his lips, wrapping your arms around him as you got comfortable.

“Okay but hypothetically, if I also was thinking the same thing about let’s say like Matthew Knies? Would that be a possibility or?”

“Babe, shut up. You know he has a girlfriend. And I’m never sharing you with another man ever again. But nice try. You’re stuck with me and only me.”

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Could you write something about an overprotective Auston and pregnant reader?! I wanna give him as many kids as possible uhh

I wanna give him as many kids as I can, too! 😩😩

It was a rainy day in Toronto.

You had an appointment downtown with your OB-GYN to address some reoccurring contractions and hopefully soothe the fears that had accompanied them. Auston had been the driving force for the appointment, and no matter how much you reassured him that things were okay, he needed to be sure. He had been so wonderful through your pregnancy, but sometimes you did wish that he was a little...less worrisome.

"Ready, mami?" Auston asked, once you finally came downstairs. He was sitting on the edge of the sectional, patiently waiting for you to meet him. "You look beautiful."

"Oh, I don't feel too beautiful," you laughed, clinging to the stair rail with dear life, taking one step at a time. "I feel like a fat cow."

Auston hopped up, and quickly cleared the distance between himself and the base of the stairs. You'd be on the last step, eye-to-eye with him when he got to you. The look on his face let you know real quick he wasn't too happy with your comment about yourself.

"You are beautiful," he reassured strongly, blocking your way off the stairs.

You knew what time it was, and unfortunately how much you had wasted getting ready. You didn't have time for his self-love lesson. "Auston, we have to go."

"Mhm, I know we do." He said, lowly. His hands rested on your hips, preventing you from stepping forward.

"Auston," you whined, getting slightly aggravated.

"Please be kind to yourself, sweetheart."

You breathed out, giving him a nod, once your emotions settled some, "I'm sorry. It's just been a rough morning."

He finally moved aside, putting his arm around you once you stepped down onto the floor. Knowing you had places to be, appointment times that had to be kept, Auston gently guided you towards the connecting door to the garage. There were two steps down into the garage, and luckily Auston had taken to going ahead of you which was a good thing, because as you stepped down, you'd get tangled up in the long hem of your dress, and miss your footing and slip off the top-most step. He was able to catch you easily, but letting you go was another story.

"Are you alright?" Auston asked frantically, holding you tightly against his chest.

Unlike Auston, you found yourself laughing. Of all things to happen this morning, slipping down two stairs hadn't been on your to-do list, and especially not after being so careful on the staircase in the house.

"Why are you laughing?" He pressed, not seeing the humor in anything at the moment. "This isn't funny."

"If I don't laugh, I'm gonna cry. I'm okay, I promise."

He'd slowly lighten his hold on you, but would tip your chin upwards to look at your face before you pulled away. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, baby, I promise. I'm fine." You gave him a soft kiss before convincing him enough to let you go. He'd watch you as you shuffled around his car and got in before he did the same.

Once inside, Auston still continued to look over at you while the garage door retracted. His puppy-dog eyes looked so pitiful in the darkened interior of his car. You'd take his hand as he backed out onto the street. The entire drive to your appointment was spent in relative silence. You knew he was concerned but wanted to believe you that when you said you were fine, that it was the truth. He was taking things way more to heart than you were, and you were the pregnant one!

- - -

"It just seems like you need more rest and to drink more water. You're not at risk for a premature birth, which is good, but it's still a good thing that you came in," your doctor concluded, wrapping up your appointment. "Braxton Hicks contractions can have a lot of first-time mothers panicking, but they're just a normal part of pregnancy. Since you said they can be quite annoying, you can always try a warm bath, or going for a walk if laying down doesn't alleviate your symptoms. If they were true labour contractions, they'd be more regular, and you said your contractions are quite sporadic and aren't close together. They'll also get stronger, walking will make them worse, and they would obviously last for much longer with a growing intensity in pain, if they were indicating you were going into labour. So, I'm confident that you're just experiencing the Braxton Hicks type. Nothing to worry about. Now, if you start noticing a shift to more of labour-like contractions, I would urge you to get to the hospital right away. But from what I can see, you're right on track with everything. Is there anything else you have questions about?"

"No, I think that pretty much does it, thank you. Nice having peace of mind about this now," you confessed, giving Auston a look of "are-you-happy-now" to end the appointment with. He'd give you a slight side-eye, giving the hand he had been holding a soft squeeze to acknowledge your point. You knew he meant well about all of his doting, but sometimes you just wished that he would let you breathe a little, especially when you were being truthful about how you were feeling in the moment.

"Oh, I just remembered something. I looked it up on Google, but you know how that can be. Cooked sushi? I'm okay to have that, aren't I?"

"Yeah, I would say so, yes. Just stay away from fish high in mercury, if you can. Make sure wherever you're going is conscientious about cross-contamination, so you don't come in contact with anything raw. But yes, cooked or veggie options, I have no problem with."

Auston laughed, "I think someone's dropping a hint about lunch."

"It would seem that way," your physician added as you looked at Auston with a smile. "Well, I think you're good to go, Y|N. I'll see you again in three weeks, but if something new comes up, call, and we'll get you in."

You'd say your final thank you to your doctor and Auston would later help you off the exam table. His hands would come to rest on either side of your belly, his lips against your forehead.

"Glad everything is okay," he whispered. "But I told you that you needed to rest more, mami."

"But I have stuff to do, and you're gone so much. Sometimes I can't help it."

"I'm about to fly my mom out to stay with you," Auston joked. "I get nervous with you being home alone so much, and it's going to get worse with the playoffs coming up."

"Let's not think about that right now, papi. I'm hungry and I don't want to start crying over something stupid."

With a smile and an understanding nod, Auston would put his arm around your waist and walk you out of the clinic. There would be time for such conversations later.

- - -

Asking your doctor about sushi had been a good question to have. Lunch had been amazing, and you didn't realize just how hungry you had been, and you nearly had to waddle out of the restaurant. It had rained the whole time the two of you had been inside, but thankfully it had stopped before it was time to leave. The city always smelled so nice after the rain, especially after such heavy ones like this one had been.

As the two of you walked along, just up ahead, was a group of teenage boys who were quick to zero in on who was about to cross their paths. You were too busy window shopping the luxury storefronts to notice them start rushing towards Auston and yourself.

"Whoa! Auston Matthews!

"Hey! Hey can we get a picture?"

"Oh man, no way! Can you sign something for me?"

"You were so great the other night! My and I were there!"

They swarmed you both so quickly, that Auston's first reaction was to carefully push you behind him, just in case the boys got to shoving. He didn't want you to get knocked around or worse. With you hands resting against his back, you'd smile, listening to him interact with the young Leafs fans.

"Ha, hold on boys," he chuckled, "I'll getcha, one at a time though."

"Are you ready for the playfoffs?"

"I think so. We better be, they're right around the corner."

"Will you guys make it out of the first round this year?"

Auston shook his head, feeling roasted by another of the teens, "That's always a start, yeah. I think we're pretty solid this season."

"Your goalies could be better, though."

"It's not always the goalie's fault. Our boys do a fine job," he pressed. "It's a team effort, you know."

"Are you hiding someone behind you?" Asked one of the smaller boys who was still waiting his turn for Auston's attention.

"I might be, but she's too old for you," Auston teased as you gave him the slightest pinch to his back.

"My sister thinks she's going to marry you. She never shuts up about it!"

Auston couldn't do anything but continue to laugh, signing everything he could as fast as he could, but then the selfies started. You had no choice but to step away from them, and Auston kept his eye on you like a hawk. He'd get through the photos quick enough, finally shaking the boys who were now recounting how excited they were to meet Auston as they were walking away.

"Are you alright?" He asked once you made it back to his side, only having been a few steps away.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine! Nothing happened, baby."

He frowned, hand gripping your waist firmly. "I didn't know what to do when they ran up. I panicked, and just needed you behind me. I'm sorry if that startled you or anything. They don't always know personal space."

"Auston, I'm okay. I appreciate you caring enough to do what you did, though," you reassured him, leaning your head against him. "It's always nice to hide behind you."

He laughed, "Oh, is that so?"

"Mhm, who wouldn't want to hide behind a big teddy bear like you?"

Auston was smiling from ear-to-ear before he pressed a kiss against your head. "You're too sweet, mami. I'd do anything to keep you safe."

"I know you would, papi. But seriously, thank you for always keeping an eye on me. I know sometimes I need the extra help."

"You never need to thank me for that. I do it like it's my only job on this planet. "

[brainddeadd]

Nico Hischier ¹³

Joseph Woll ⁶⁰

Matt Rempe ⁷³

Quinn Hughes ⁴³

Luke Hughes ⁴³

Jack Hughes ⁸⁶

Auston Matthews ³⁴

William Nylander ⁸⁸

Trevor Zegras ¹¹

Matthew Knies ²³

Brock Boeser ⁶

Devils In Her Corner (young player x NJD players & others)

Matthew Tkachuk ¹⁹ NO LONGER WRITING FOR

[blakeswritingimagines]

Them Having A Crush On You

Quinn Hughes: When around a crush, Quinn tends to become more nervous and self-conscious than usual. He may find it difficult to maintain eye contact and speak confidently, instead becoming more reserved and quiet. He may also subconsciously preen and groom himself more often, such as fixing his hair or adjusting his clothes. On the other hand, he may also try to impress you by bragging about his accomplishments or skills. Quinn is also likely to go out of his way to be near you, such as sitting next to you or finding excuses to start conversations.

Jack Hughes: When Jack has a crush on someone, he becomes extra charming and attentive. He'll go out of his way to show you special attention, whether it's holding the door open for you or giving you a small gift. He'll also make an extra effort to look his best whenever he knows he'll be seeing you, and he tends to be more affectionate with you than with others - lightly touching your arm or shoulder, using pet names, etc. He tends to get nervous around you as well, blushing easily and stuttering occasionally.

Luke Hughes: Luke can become nervous and flustered around you. He may stumble over his words or have trouble articulating his thoughts. He may also find himself staring at you more than usual and be more aware of your presence. Luke might also go out of his way to be near you and engage in conversations with you. He could also be more self-conscious about his appearance, making sure he looks his best when around you.

Nico Hischier: When Nico has a crush on someone, he’s always trying his best to impress you. He’s always trying to make himself look good around you, wearing his best outfits and trying to look his best. He also tends to be extra sweet and charming towards you, telling you how special you are and always trying to make you feel comfortable. Nico may also get nervous around you, and he might find himself stuttering or getting tongue-tied when he talks to you. Despite his nervousness, Nico is also very protective of you and will do anything to make you happy.

Timo Meier: Around you, Timo may become a bit more nervous and self-conscious. He may find himself stuttering or stumbling over his words or having difficulty maintaining eye contact. He may also be more attentive to your needs and desires and may try to make you feel comfortable and at ease. He may also be more likely to spend extra time and effort on his appearance and may be more likely to make an effort to impress you. Overall, Timo may be somewhat more vulnerable and sensitive when around you.

Dawson Mercer: When he’s around his crush, Dawson becomes much more shy and reserved, his usual confident and outgoing demeanor transforming into more of a quiet and nervous energy. He becomes more self-conscious and careful with his words, trying to be extra careful not to say anything that might make him sound dumb. Dawson may also find himself constantly glancing over at you, trying to steal quick glances. He may also try to find ways to impress you, showing off his skills and trying his best to make you notice him. Despite his nervousness, Dawson can still be his usual charming self at times.

John Marino: When John is crushing on someone, he tends to be a little more awkward than usual. He gets easily distracted around you, and his usual confident demeanor is replaced with nervousness. He may try to get closer to you physically, like moving his chair closer to yours during a conversation or finding reasons to touch you on your arm or shoulder. He might also try to make you laugh or show off a little bit, like telling jokes or bragging about his hockey skills.

Kirby Dach: When Kirby is around someone he has feelings for, he tends to be more shy and reserved than usual. He may find himself tripping over his words and blushing when he talks to you, and he may be more aware of his mannerisms than usual. Kirby may also try to make sure that he looks his best and may go out of his way to show his interest in subtle ways, such as paying extra attention to your conversations and finding ways to spend more time with you.

Juraj Slafkovsky: When Juraj has a crush on someone, he tends to become a bit more self-conscious and shy when you're around. He may try to impress you by doing things like showing off his skills on the ice or making jokes and trying to make you laugh. Juraj may also go out of his way to spend time with you by inviting you to hang out with him. He might even try to be extra nice and attentive, making an effort to remember things about you and asking you questions. When he's around his crush, Juraj finds himself feeling more nervous and butterflies in his stomach.

Arber Xhekaj: When Arber has a crush on someone, he exhibits a few telltale signs. He might try to make you laugh by cracking jokes or telling stories, and may even go out of his way to spend time with you. He might also become more attentive to your needs and more willing to help you out. Arber may also try to show off his skills or talents, in hopes of impressing you. He might get a little nervous or tongue-tied when speaking to you, or try to find excuses to touch you or be near you.

Cole Caufield: He’d act a little shy and awkward at first, but would try to hide it. He’d make an effort to talk to you and engage in conversation, though he may stumble over his words a little. He might also find himself stealing glances at you when you're not looking, and would likely be quick to jump at any opportunity to spend time with you, even if it’s just doing something small or casual.

Kaiden Guhle: When Kaiden has a crush on someone, he tends to act a little differently than usual. He may find himself blushing more frequently, and become more reserved or shy whenever you're around. He may also try to find subtle ways to be near you, or engage in conversations with you. He may be more nervous and stutter when talking to you. Kaiden may also go out of his way to do kind gestures for you, like bringing you small gifts or offering to help with tasks. Despite his nervousness around you, Kaiden still tries to be confident and make a good impression.

Jamie Drysdale: When Jamie has a crush on someone, he tends to get nervous and awkward in your presence. He may find himself stumbling over his words or blushing unexpectedly. He'll want to impress you, so he might try to show off a little, like lifting heavy things or cracking jokes. But he can also become fiercely protective of you and will defend you against anyone. He’ll go out of his way to be near you and will find reasons to touch you and spoil you.

Matt Rempe: When Matt has taken notice of someone he finds attractive, he will often become overly nervous around you. His usual confidence and charisma seem to vanish, replaced by a sudden sense of self-consciousness. He'll trip over his words, or worse, remain silent. He'll be hyper-aware of every movement and gesture he makes, constantly checking to see if his crush is noticing. It's like he's lost his composure, and he seems almost like a different person. He's not the cool, composed hockey player he usually is, but rather a nervous, stumbling mess.

Auston Matthews: Auston is a very confident person, but when he has a crush on someone, he can become a bit more shy and self-conscious around you. He might find himself stumbling over his words or blushing more than usual when he talks to you. He tries to dress better and put more care into his appearance, and he blushes easily around you while flirting with you.

Clayton Keller: Clayton acts more nervous around his crush, especially if he's never talked to you yet. He smiles at you, steals glances from you, and tries to say clever things to impress you. Clayton is also a very considerate person, so he might go out of his way to do something nice for you, whether it's buying you a small gift or just lending a helping hand with anything you might need. He can be a bit of a romantic, and he might find himself constantly thinking about you and finding new ways to win your affection.

[daeniradraconis]

Right Where You Left Me

Hey, Lovelies! ✨

Sorry I’m a little late — my Mac decided to quit on me today 😅, and I spent the whole night saving my files. But all is well now! Everything’s backed up, so here’s hoping no more tech issues in the future. 🌙

Before we get into the first chapter of William and Eli’s story, I want to share something fun. For each chapter, I’ve chosen a song that I think fits the mood or foreshadows something ahead. If you play the song while reading (hit play on the video above the text), it can add a little extra layer to the story — sometimes you might even catch a hint of what’s coming next! 🎶

Anyway, here’s the first chapter of William and Eli’s story! I hope you enjoy! 🫶🏼

Themes/Warnings: Hannah Elise Hughes x William Nylander, love at first sight, weddings, pure fluff, mentions of a car crash and injury

Chapter 1: A Promise Under the Stars

June 27, 2014

The sun’s been sitting heavy all afternoon, warm and lazy, the kind of heat that makes the grass smell sweeter. You’re stretched out on the lawn, elbows propped, legs kicked out in front of you, pretending to read Greek and Roman History of Art — a book you’ve read so many times it might as well be your diary. But you’re not really reading. Not today.

Your brothers are at it again.

You don’t even have to look to know what’s happening. Jack’s yelling, Luke’s trying to keep up, and Quinn’s probably rolling his eyes while doing everything better than both of them. The clatter of rollerblades on the driveway, the slap of sticks, the crash of a puck hitting the side of the garage — it’s like background music you never asked for.

You glance up anyway.

Yup. There they are. Jack’s already got his shirt off like he’s playing for the Stanley Cup instead of sweating through another backyard game. Luke’s copying him, all limbs and attitude. And Quinn, steady as always, holding it all together with that calm “old soul” energy he’s had since birth.

You roll your eyes and let out a sigh. Loud enough to be heard if anyone was paying attention.

You love them. You do. Jack, all wild energy and reckless chaos, like a storm that never quite settles. Luke, the baby of the family, all big eyes and easy charm — a golden retriever in human form. And Quinn, the quiet one, steady and serious, with a calm kind of passion that runs deeper than he lets on. They’re your brothers, and they’re home. But some days, it feels like you were dropped into the wrong family by mistake. A Hughes who can’t skate? Blasphemy.

You tried once. You really did. At 11 years old, bundled in gear three sizes too big, wobbling on skates like a baby deer. Quinn held your hands, patient and kind, while Jack chirped from the bench and laughed when you hit the ice face-first. You lasted maybe half an hour before you ripped off the helmet and declared hockey the enemy.

Ellen — your mom — just smiled. “Stick to your books, Eli,” she said, brushing ice shavings off your coat. “That brain of yours will get you further than a slapshot.”

So you did. You built your world out of stories and soil — history textbooks, dog-eared art guides, a garden full of stubborn tomato plants you refuse to give up on, no matter how many times your brothers trample them chasing after a ball.

“Eli! We need a goalie!”

Jack’s voice cuts through the afternoon like a fire alarm. You don’t look up.

“We’re down a man!”

“Don’t care,” you mumble.

“Get over here, nerd!”

Luke. Of course.

You flip a page, even though you’re not reading it. “Yell one more time, and I’m snapping your sticks in half while you sleep.”

Jack snorts. “You’d probably cry if you chipped a nail.”

“I’d cry if I had to live with you forever,” you shoot back, deadpan.

Luke gasps dramatically. “She doesn’t love us.”

“Fix your helmet, Luke,” you add. “It’s halfway off your head, you walking concussion.”

From the garage, Quinn’s voice cuts in, flat and amused. “Jack, you couldn’t score on an empty net. Luke, stop trying to be Jack. And Eli, please don’t murder them before dinner.”

You smile. Just a little.

Quinn’s always been the balance. The one who sees you when you go quiet, the one who reads the room without needing a single word. Maybe it’s because you’re closest in age, or maybe it’s just the way he sees the world, but you’ve always felt closest to him. Like he just gets it — gets you — in a way the others don’t.

Still, it’s exhausting sometimes. Being the only one who doesn’t speak “sports.” Like you’re a guest in your own home.

You pull your knees up, rest your book against them, and stare out at the garden. Your basil looks droopy. One of the tomato cages is crooked. You think about moving it, but—

The sound of tires crunching gravel stops you.

You look up.

Your dad’s car is pulling into the driveway, and for a second, everything feels normal. You expect him to step out, maybe toss Luke a water bottle, ask if Jack’s broken anything today.

But then the passenger door opens.

And someone else gets out first.

He’s tall. Really tall. His golden blonde hair almost looks white under the sun, and his eyes — blue, clear, like the ocean on a perfect day. There’s something about the way he walks, the smooth confidence in his stride, that catches your breath. He looks… different. Like he stepped out of a storybook. Like the version of Prince Charming no one told you actually existed. And for a second, you honestly wonder if you’ve just imagined him.

He glances around, and then — he sees you.

Just for a second. A flicker of a glance. But it hits like a lightning strike.

You forget the book in your lap. You forget the sun on your shoulders. All you can think is: Oh.

Your heart, which was perfectly fine a minute ago, starts doing something weird. Like it’s trying to crawl up into your throat.

“Kids!” your dad calls out. “Come say hello! This is William Nylander. He just got drafted, and he’s staying with us for a bit while he settles in.”

The name clicks, vaguely. Hockey. Leafs. But honestly, your brain is busy with other things.

Like the way William is walking toward you, easy and sure, hands tucked in his pockets. Like he’s stepping straight into your daydream and bringing it to life.

Jack drops his stick. “No way! He’s a Leaf?! That’s so sick!”

Luke’s already bouncing. “Wait, like on the team team?!”

William laughs — soft, polite, a little bashful. But his eyes haven’t left yours.

And then, he stops in front of you. You.

He flashes a grin — just crooked enough to feel dangerous.

“Hi,” he says, voice low and smooth. “I’m William.”

He says it like it’s obvious. Like of course that’s who he is. And maybe it should be — with that smile, that hair, that confidence like he already knows you’re staring.

Your stomach flips so hard it might do a full somersault. Words? Gone. Logic? Useless. All you can think about is how warm your face feels and how suddenly awkward your hands are, just sitting there like they forgot how to be hands.

You manage to squeak out, “Hi.”

It’s quiet. Too quiet. You sound like someone just rewound your whole personality and left it on mute.

He looks amused. Not in a mean way — in a charming, "this is cute" kind of way. Like he knows exactly the effect he’s having on you.

Your dad’s saying something — something about him staying here for a couple of weeks until his apartment’s ready. But it’s background noise now.

He’s going to be living here.

With you.

You’re pretty sure your soul just left your body.

You glance up again, and he’s still looking at you, still smiling, like this is all some kind of inside joke he hasn’t let you in on yet.

And that’s when it hits you. You’re in trouble. Like... real trouble.

Because this isn’t just a crush. Not even close.

You're in love.

And he hasn’t even made it through the front door.

—

The next two weeks are a blur. Not in a busy, chaotic way, but in a dreamlike, everything-is-new kind of way. William’s presence feels like an added layer to everything you’ve known. He’s in your house, under your roof, sharing your space, and it’s almost surreal how easily he slips into your world.

He’s still the same charming, confident guy from that first moment. He talks with that easy, magnetic confidence that makes everyone gravitate toward him. But what surprises you the most is how he makes space for you in the midst of it all.

Every morning, he’s in the kitchen, making coffee, and when you shuffle in — hair a mess, sleep still heavy in your eyes — he’s always there with a quiet “Good morning,” and that crooked, too-perfect-for-him smile. It’s like he knows exactly how to make you feel like the only person in the room, even if Jack’s already rambling about his latest skateboarding tricks and Luke’s stuffing his face with cereal. William doesn’t mind. He just listens. Really listens, in a way that makes you feel like you could tell him anything.

And you find yourself telling him things. Little things. 

Like how you started gardening because it felt like the only thing that could grow in the chaos of your family. How Ellen once tried to teach you to skate and you cried on the ice. How you’ve read Greek and Roman History of Art so many times it’s basically your second language. How you despise salted caramel with such passion that you believe its fans deserve a short, contemplative exile in purgatory.

He doesn’t laugh. He just nods like it’s all valuable information.

“You really like art, huh?” he asks one night on the porch.

It’s late — one of those velvet-sky summer nights where time slows. You’re in your usual spot, knees pulled to your chest, hoodie sleeves over your hands. He’s next to you, hoodie half-zipped, legs stretched out, hair still damp from his shower. He smells like clean soap and warm skin.

You nod. “It’s not just that I like art. I love it. And not just paintings — I mean the whole thing. Art history. Architecture. The stories built into stone.”

He glances over, intrigued. You go on before you can stop yourself.

“I read about the Pantheon when I was thirteen. This giant, ancient Roman temple in the middle of the city — still standing. I’ve never even been to Rome, but the pictures? Unreal. The dome is a perfect hemisphere — same diameter as its height. They built it without modern tools, and no one even knows exactly how. The concrete they used? Still hasn’t cracked. The oculus — that giant hole in the roof — it’s open to the sky. Rain falls right through it. But the floor is sloped, with invisible drains, so the water just disappears.”

You pause, but he’s still looking at you, listening.

“It’s not just architecture. It’s—” You shake your head, smiling a little. “It’s art. The kind that makes your chest feel too full. It was built to honor all the gods, but they made it feel like it could touch the universe. Like they wanted to bring the heavens into reach.”

You hug your knees tighter. “And it’s still there. People walk into it every day. Into something made almost two thousand years ago. You can feel the history pressing in around you. It’s like standing in a heartbeat that never stopped.”

William is quiet for a long moment.“That’s… amazing.”

You laugh a little, embarrassed. “Sorry. I get carried away.”

“No.” He shakes his head. “Don’t apologize. I think it’s incredible that you care about something that deeply.”

You glance over, unsure. But he’s smiling — that quiet, thoughtful smile he doesn’t give out easily.

“I think that’s what art’s supposed to do,” he says. “Make you feel something you can’t really explain. Even if it’s just a building or a painting. Doesn’t matter. If it moves you, it matters.”

You blink. That’s… not what you expected. William Nylander — hockey guy, professional athlete, and also someone who actually gets art? 

“You’re full of surprises,” you murmur.

He smiles, sensing your surprise. "What? You didn’t think I was all hockey, did you?"

“I mean… kind of.”

“Wow,” he says, mock-offended. “I’m layered, Eli. Deeply complex.”

You laugh, but it sticks in your chest, warm. Because somehow, it’s true — he’s funny, confident, ridiculous… and he sees you. Not as one of the Hughes siblings. Not as the quiet one. Just…you.

That’s how you end up here. Most nights, side by side on the porch while the house buzzes behind you.

Tonight is no different — quiet air, cicadas in the trees, stars overhead like someone scattered glitter across navy velvet. Your bare toes brush his knee by accident, but he doesn’t move.

You look over. He’s fiddling with the cap on his water bottle, uncharacteristically quiet. The kind of silence that makes you want to fill it with something soft.

“I always wanted a dog,” you say.

He turns, eyebrows raised slightly. “Yeah?”

“Since I was five. Every birthday, every Christmas. I begged. Once I even made a Power Point on why a dog would help with my emotional development.” You snort. “Didn’t work.”

“What’d they say?”

“That I already had three brothers and that was enough chaos for one household.”

He laughs — that warm, low sound that always makes your stomach twist. “Fair. But brutal.”

You smile, leaning your head back. “I even had this whole Pinterest board. His name was going to be Pablo. He’d wear a little bandana and sleep at the foot of my bed.”

He raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Pablo? That’s kinda badass. Like a mob boss or something.”

You giggle, nudging him lightly. “Exactly! Super manly, right?”

William hums like he’s really considering it. “I’ll get you one.”

You blink. “What?”

“When I get my place. You move in. I’ll get you a dog.”

You snort a laugh, but your face feels suddenly way too warm. “William. I’m seventeen.”

He smirks. “So? It doesn’t have to be today. Just… someday. I mean—” he stretches his arms over his head, all long limbs and relaxed confidence “—I’m just saying, I could see it. Me, you, a golden retriever with too much energy. Maybe a garden. I’d build you a whole greenhouse if you wanted.”

You laugh again, shaking your head. “You’re ridiculous.”

He leans in closer, just enough that you feel the heat of him, his voice suddenly lower, teasing. “Nah. I’m serious. I think you’d look really cute walking a dog in one of those oversized sweaters. Maybe wearing my hoodie. Nothing underneath.”

“William.” You choke on a laugh, heat crawling up your neck.

He grins like he’s just scored a goal in overtime. “What? I’m a romantic.”

“You’re a menace.”

“And yet,” he says, leaning in just slightly, “you’re still sitting right here.”

You roll your eyes, but your pulse is loud in your ears. The porch feels smaller, the air charged.

He shifts closer. Not suddenly — slowly, deliberately — like he’s checking to see if you’ll stop him.

You don’t.

His hand lifts, brushing a piece of hair from your cheek. But it’s not just a gesture. It’s careful. Intentional. His fingertips graze your skin like he’s memorizing it, like this moment matters. And maybe it does. Maybe it always has.

You can’t think. Can’t move. The world narrows to the space between you — to the heat pulsing there, to the way your lungs forget how to work.

“I meant it,” he says softly, his voice a low thrum against the quiet night. “I’d get you that dog. Or anything you wanted.”

You look up at him — and this time, you don’t look away. Your voice is barely a breath.

“I just want you to kiss me.”

And then everything shifts.

He leans in — slowly, like he’s giving you every second to change your mind. But you don’t. You couldn’t, even if you wanted to. And then his lips are on yours.

It’s not fireworks. It’s not chaos.

It’s warm.

Soft at first — almost hesitant, like he’s learning the shape of you, tasting the moment. His lips are tender, sure, and it’s careful — not rushed, not greedy, but full of something deeper. Something real. The kind of kiss that makes time slow down, stretch thin. Like your heartbeat just synced to his.

You breathe him in — soap, skin, sun-warmed cotton — and everything else disappears. No porch. No summer night. Just the quiet pull of it, of him, of this thing you didn’t see coming but somehow always knew was meant to happen.

His hand slides to the back of your neck, fingers tangling gently in your hair. You melt — literally melt — into him, into that touch, into that kiss, like your body finally understands what safe feels like.

When he finally pulls back, it’s just an inch — enough for his eyes to settle on yours, lingering, as if he’s trying to memorize every detail. His thumb strokes your cheek, slow and deliberate, like he's tracing the very shape of you in his mind.

His gaze dips to your lips, his voice low, thick with something that makes your pulse race.

“Your dad’s probably going to kill me, you know that, right?”

You laugh softly, the sound escaping with more ease than you expected. You shake your head, the playful glint in your eyes never fading. “Oh, don’t worry about it. I’m his favorite. I’ll handle him. Just…don’t break my heart, okay?”

For a beat, his smile falters, just a fraction, before his eyes soften with an intensity that makes your heart skip. He leans in, his breath warming your lips, and for a moment, the world goes still.

“Never,” he murmurs, his voice barely a whisper, just before his lips brush against yours again — slow, gentle, as if he’s savoring the very moment, the very feeling of you against him.

—

The August sun spills gold across the edges of the white tent strung with fairy lights and swaying eucalyptus garlands. Toronto’s late-summer air hums warm and bright, the breeze from the lake brushing against the skin like a soft kiss. Laughter rises from the open bar, mingling with the clinking of glasses and the soft murmur of conversation. The light is honeyed, slow — the kind that wraps itself around memories, preserving them in warmth and shimmer, like a pressed flower between the pages of a well-loved book.

You’re dancing.

Barefoot now — your heels long since abandoned under the table — you move slowly in William’s arms, your wedding dress whispering around your legs with every step. His hands are gentle at your waist, your palms resting over the slow thrum of his heartbeat beneath the crisp collar of his shirt. His jacket is off, tie loose, hair a little messy. And still, he’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

The world fades. It’s just him, you, and the music curling softly through the late summer air.

And you can’t stop smiling.

You let your eyes sweep across the crowd — the blur of people clapping, slow-dancing, talking over champagne and cake. Familiar faces beam back at you. Jack is on the dance floor, leaning in a little too close to one of William's cousins, flashing a grin that says I’m about to charm you out of your penties — and she’s laughing, probably rolling her eyes, but clearly amused. Quinn, a little too tipsy, is dancing with your mom like he's auditioning for Dancing with the Stars, spinning her around with moves you didn’t know he had. Your mom's laughing, loving every second, teasing him about how he's killing it. Meanwhile, Luke’s found Banksy. The two of them are tucked in a corner, and you swear Luke’s sneaking him bites of something he shouldn’t be eating — probably pastry crumbs. Banksy looks up at him, wide-eyed, like he’s in on the secret. Luke’s giving him a soft smile, whispering to the dog like they’re plotting something together. It’s one of those moments that makes you laugh because Luke’s too pure for his own good.

And then there’s William’s side — Michael, laughing over drinks with your father like they’ve known each other forever, probably arguing over hockey plays and statistics. Catherine, poised and glowing in a soft sea-blue dress, watches you both with misty eyes and a smile that says she always knew her boy would find this kind of love.

His sisters — Michelle, Jacqueline, Stephanie, and little Ella — are huddled near the dance floor, swaying and giggling, clutching glasses of something sparkling and non-alcoholic for the youngest. Ella looks especially radiant. She's grown so much, but you still remember the quiet, sweet girl who lived with you and William for a while, who left tiny mugs half full of tea all over the apartment and asked you questions about plants like you were a walking encyclopedia. She studies in Toronto now, living in her own dorm, but she never stopped feeling like your little shadow. Your heart squeezes at the thought.

And then there’s Alex — standing near the dessert table, deep in conversation with Auston and Mitch, probably trying to talk them into some ridiculous offseason challenge. He loves those. He was your temporary roommate, too — shared takeout dinners and hockey talk on the balcony, late-night dishwasher debates and all. He winks when he catches you looking and lifts his glass in a silent, smiling toast.

It hits you slowly — not like a wave, but like sunlight through a window. Quiet. Warm. Certain.

This is your life now.

Not just his, not just yours — but something you built together. Layer by layer. A life that started on a quiet porch, with a kiss under the stars when you were seventeen and trembling and unsure. A kiss that said, I see you. A promise he never stopped keeping.

When William moved out to play for the Marlies, it wasn’t far — just across the city, but it felt like the start of something new for both of you. A few months later, you started your degree in Environmental Science at the University of Toronto, throwing yourself into early mornings and long lectures, lab reports and field work. Your days were full of discovery; your nights, often spent curled up in his apartment, surrounded by textbooks and half-eaten takeout, with him brewing you tea and soft music humming low in the background. He never made you feel like you were chasing your dreams alone. He was there — not just beside you, but behind you, making space for your ambition and cheering it on like it was his own.

Then came the day your family packed up and moved back to Michigan. You still remember standing in the driveway, watching them go, feeling a crack form right in the center of your chest. But your parents saw it — the way William looked at you like you were the only thing that made sense in the world. The way you spoke about your classes, your city, your life here. You had already started putting down roots.

And somehow, they understood.

You stayed behind.

Not out of rebellion. Not out of stubbornness. But because your heart had already chosen a home. And he was here.

So, you and William moved in together — and he made good on another promise. Just a few months later, Pablo came bounding into your life. Curly-haired, floppy-eared, endlessly sweet. He slept at the foot of your bed and carried around his stuffed pig like it was his life’s purpose. A year later, chaos arrived in the form of Banksy — pure mischief and boundless energy, a lovable menace with paws too big for his body.

Somehow, the two of you built a life — dogs and houseplants and a garden that spilled from the balcony like your own little jungle. William, who kissed you every morning like it was the first time. William, who never once made you feel like you were orbiting his world — because you had created one together.

And then, 2019 arrived. It was Christmas Eve — your favorite night of the year. Lights strung across the living room, cinnamon in the air, your mom crying before anything had even happened — you swear she knew. William cleared his throat and then — of course — launched into a speech. Classic Willy: heartfelt, a little cocky, and so completely sincere it made your knees weak.

He turned to Jim first, asked for his blessing like a man raised right. And Jim — naturally — acted all serious and intimidating… before pulling William into a hug so hard you thought he might break a rib. Your mom sobbed so intensely she forgot to record the moment — something she still brings up every single Christmas, like it’s your fault she was too busy crying to press the red button.

Jack wasted no time. “Biggest simp I’ve ever seen,” he declared loudly, shaking his head, but grinning so sweetly at you. 

Quinn just smiled. Then, without a word, hugged William like he was his own brother. When he finally pulled back, he said, “It always felt like you were part of this family… but now it’s official.” You think William nearly cried at that part, though he’ll never admit it.

And Luke — sweet, sentimental Luke — tried to play it cool. But the moment the ring box opened, his chin wobbled. He stood up clapping and wiping his face with his sleeve at the same time. Of course, Jack immediately took a picture of Luke crying and has printed it every year since to hang as an ornament on the tree. “The emotional support elf,” he calls it.

That was the moment everything shifted — not just for you and William, but for all of them, too.

They saw what he meant to you. What you meant to each other.

And now, here you are.

Married. His wife. Barefoot under a Toronto August sky, the sun sinking low over the lake, the air thick with roses and summer and laughter.

And through all of it, William watches you like he still can’t believe you’re real. Like he’s still that boy on the porch, blinking stars out of his eyes, wondering how the hell he got lucky enough to end up here — with you.

“You okay?” William murmurs against your temple, his breath warm, his lips brushing your skin.

You nod, your voice thick with emotion. “Better than okay.”

His fingers shift slightly at your waist, pulling you just a bit closer. “You were worth every second of waiting.”

You tilt your head up, meeting his gaze. “You kept every promise.”

He grins, that soft, crooked smile that undid you back then — that still undoes you now. “Told you I’m a romantic.”

“Yes, you are. I’m a pretty lucky lady,” you tease, eyes glinting.

His hand brushes along your spine, and suddenly, you’re both laughing quietly, breathing each other in. It’s strange, really — how something can feel brand new and completely familiar all at once. How love, real love, doesn’t feel like butterflies. It feels like sunlight — constant and warm and always finding its way back to you.

A microphone crackles, and then a voice rings out — someone from the band, smiling into the mic.

“Alright, everyone, if we could have your attention—our bride and groom are about to head out for their honeymoon! Let’s give them all the love they deserve!”

The room erupts in cheers, whistles and applause. Champagne is lifted. Glasses clink. You blink back the sudden blur in your eyes as William leans down to whisper against your ear:

“You ready to go, Mrs. Nylander?”

You laugh — a bubbling, joy-soaked sound as you nod. “With you? Always.”

And as you walk hand in hand through the crowd, showered in petals and love and laughter, you look back once — just once — at the people who built you, held you, shaped this life. And then you look forward.

—

The doors of the car close behind you with a soft thud, and suddenly, the world feels quieter. The buzz of the reception is replaced by the sound of the engine, the warm night air drifting in through the cracked window. William’s hand finds yours, his fingers intertwining with yours in the way they always do — familiar, steady, grounding you.

He starts the car, and as you pull away from the venue, the streets of Toronto slipping by in a blur, you glance over at him. His eyes are still full of that joy, that soft, warm look that has been there since the moment he slipped the ring on your finger. There’s a relaxed, almost goofy grin on his face, the kind that only comes after a long, perfect day.

You turn the radio dial, and suddenly, the opening chords of “Take Me Home, Country Roads” fill the car. It’s the very song you and your brother used to sing at the top of your lungs on long summer road trips. A surge of excitement hits you, and you can’t help but start belting it out, loud and carefree, your voice rising with every word.

“Almost heaven, West Virginia…”

William glances over, his eyebrows lifting in mock horror. “Oh, no,” he laughs, shaking his head. “Not this song.”

You don’t stop. “Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River…” Your voice is full of energy, all the joy and excitement of the day flooding out of you in the form of music.

William laughs beside you, one hand on the wheel, his hair still a little messy from the dancing. “You’re unbelievable,” he says, grinning. “I marry you and now I’m stuck with a country music soundtrack for life.”

“Oh, come on, it’s a classic!” you tease, singing louder, not even trying to stay on key anymore. “You just don’t get it.”

William gives a dramatic sigh, shaking his head with a grin. “No, I definitely don’t. I never understood how anyone could love country music this much.”

You laugh, rolling your eyes playfully. “Take me home, country roads…” you sing, your voice rising with the chorus, throwing your head back as you belt it out, carefree and happy.

He watches you for a moment, shaking his head but clearly entertained. “Okay, okay,” he finally says, the teasing in his voice softening. “I get it, you’re killing it. But I still don’t get the appeal.”

You grin, leaning over to nudge him playfully. “You’ll come around one day,” you tease, eyes sparkling.

The song continues, and you sing your heart out, your joy filling the car. It feels right — this moment, this life, this love — everything wrapped up in the sound of a song that’s been a part of you forever.

William starts laughing softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as you hit the high notes with all the conviction of a true country fan. “I don’t know how you do it,” he says, still chuckling.

You’re lost in the song now, the road stretching ahead of you, the glow from the dashboard casting a soft light on William’s face. His focus is on the road, but every so often, his smile flickers as he glances at you.

You throw your head back, still singing — louder now, on purpose. “To the place I belong…”

He shakes his head, but he’s smiling.

Then it happens.

A flash of headlights.

A horn blares.

The scream of tires on pavement.

Metal.

The impact slams through you like a punch. Your body jerks, flung forward and snapped back by the seatbelt. The airbag explodes, the sound impossibly loud — like a bomb detonating in your ears.

You can’t see.

You can’t breathe.

You hear glass shatter, the car twisting, spinning — and then stillness.

Pain hits you all at once, hot and sharp — blooming in your ribs, your shoulder, your head. Your vision sways like a curtain of water. You try to move, try to sit up, to find William, but your limbs feel heavy, unreachable.

You hear him.

Faint, but frantic.

“Elise—”

You try to answer. Your lips part, but nothing comes out. You want to reach for him. You want to tell him you’re okay, or ask if he is — but everything is fog.

His voice grows sharper, full of panic.

“Elise! Elise, stay with me! Please—”

You try. God, you try.

But the pain grows thick and distant, your head lolling as the dark swallows the edges of your sight. The world fades — his voice, the night, the music — all pulling away like waves retreating from shore.

And then—

Nothing.

Just black.

[papis13]

“get a load of this guy (i didnt know it could do that)”

[sweetdispatch]

could i request a auston matthews story something cute or funny whatever you feel like writing 😓🤗

Beach date - A. Matthews

masterlist pairing: Auston Matthews x fem!reader summary: It was a lazy day but Auston decided to take you out spontaneously warning: none note: let me know if it's alright love❤️

It’s been a boring day for you and Auston. You’ve been sitting the whole day at home just enjoying ourselves. There was warm weather outside but you’ve been laying too cosy on the couch. You two had been watching another movie and just hugging until you heard Auston.

“Let’s do something spontaneous” Auston said and you looked at him.

“Like what? It’s 9PM” You told him, confused. 

“I don’t know” Auston was thinking for a minute until he came up with an idea. “Let’s have a picnic on the beach” 

“Baby I’m not dressed up and I don’t even wear any makeup. Please let’s stay at home and do something tomorrow” You tried to plead with him. 

“You’re beautiful without makeup. If you think that I care about what you’re wearing that means I’m doing a bad job. Now go grab a blanket. Meet me in the car” Auston told you and you stood up. “Kiss?” He asked you and you kissed his lips. 

You couldn’t believe in this. You always loved Auston’ spontaneous side but this was new. You two never went out that late, only if it was planned earlier. You grabbed the warm blanket and took two hoodies from the closet in case it gets chilly later. You went to the garage and saw him standing next to the passenger door. 

“M’lady” Auston opened the door for you and you giggled. He took the blanket and hoodies from your hands and threw them into the back. 

You connected your phone with the radio and played a playlist that you made when you started dating. It wasn’t anything new for both of you to have a car ride and you wanted to have all your favorite songs in one place. You put the music on and laid your head against the window. You were watching his hand on the wheel when the other was lying comfortably on your thigh. 

Auston wanted to make it special for you. That was his ultimate goal to make you feel appreciated. That’s why he drove to the store and told you to stay in the car. He went and picked out your favorite snacks and drinks. He knew you like the back of his hand and he knew exactly what to grab. He also noticed that your eyes were getting heavy during the ride and took your favorite energy drink. 

After 20 minutes, Auston returned and handed you the drink. The bag with all the things he bought, he put in the back next to the blanket and hoodies. He sat down on the seat and drove you to another place. He was aware that you were craving something warm and decided to make another stop. This time at the McDonalds drive thru. 

Auston didn’t even have to ask you what you wanted. He knew your order. You heard him saying the order and you smiled. You always appreciated that he was paying attention and knew you so well. When he was waiting in the line to get the food, you kissed him and thanked him. 

When you finally had the food, Auston drove to the beach. It was a quiet evening and not many people were there. He parked the car and when you stepped out from the car, the breeze hit you. You pulled one of his hoodies that you brought on yourself and took the food. He grabbed the bag and blanket and he held your hand. 

Quickly, you two found a perfect spot and Auston laid down the blanket. You sat down and took out the food from the bag. He sat next to you and both of you started eating. Not many words were said, you were just enjoying this evening and each other's company. When you finished, you laid down on the blanket and started looking into the sky. 

Auston brought you into his arms and you were laying on the beach. Both of you were watching the stars and from time to time, he placed a kiss on the top of your head. It was a lovely evening and you were happy to be there with him. You still couldn’t understand how you got so lucky to be with him. 

“Thank you” You said softly. 

“For what?” Auston asked you.

“For being with me. For loving me. For taking me here. I’m just thankful to have you” You told him and closed your eyes.

“I should be the one to say thank you. Every single day when I’m waking up next to you and I’m thankful for being your boyfriend” Auston told you quietly and you could feel the tears growing in your eyes. 

“I love you so much” You kissed his lips. 

“I love you too” Auston kissed you again. 

For another hour, you’ve been laying on the beach having a conversation from time to time. You could feel your eyelids giving up and Auston noticed this too. He placed a kiss on your head and lifted you up and took you to the car. You giggled at this act. When you were sitting on the passenger seat, he went to clean up the spot and returned to the car. 

Auston started driving back to the house and you fell asleep. When he parked the car, he looked at you and saw how cute you were looking buried in his hoodie snoring lightly. It broke his heart that he needed to take you to the bedroom because he knew that it’s very easy to wake you up. Thankfully for him, you woke up by yourself and went upstairs. 

Auston followed you into the house and decided to clean the car tomorrow. He saw you in the bedroom changing up into his shirt which was your pyjama and smiled. You laid in the bed and waited for him. He stripped from his clothes and laid next to you and pulled you into a hug. Just like that both of you fell asleep after this little date.

[lightsoutmatthews]

auston matthews + you left this at mine for the 100 celly, please? 🥹 make it fluffy or angsty depending on your mood i don’t mind either way 🫶🏻

"You left this at mine" - Auston Matthews

summary: While cleaning your apartment you found something your ex-boyfriend left behind after you broke up. Now it is on you to decide what to do with it

pairing: Auston Matthews x female!reader

word count: 3.1k

warnings: none

authors note:

First post of the 100 followers celly!! Hope you enjoy!!

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The apartment was cold. Quiet. Too quiet.

Just a few short weeks ago it was filled with life. You boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend, spending time here whenever his schedule allowed. Bringing his dog, his sisters, sometimes teammates that became friends over the course of your relationship.

He always said he liked staying here because it was closer to the rink than his place. You never complained. Sleeping in your own bed something you preferred most nights even though the perfect mattress in his bed was more comfortable than anything you´ve ever laid on.

But all that was gone now.

His usual spot on the couch was occupied by nothing but the throw pillows that had always been there, the used mug he put in the sink each morning before he left for practice or morning responsibilities cleaned and put in the cupboard weeks ago. Untouched since.

It was like he was never here. At least not physically. The memories the two of you made in this living room, the kitchen, on the balcony and at the dining room table still lingered heavy in the air. Warm hugs that were shared, kisses, movie nights, teasing and laughter that was sometimes still ringing through your head.

The breakup came out of nowhere, or that´s what you were telling yourself. One day he came here from practice at Scotiabank Arena and just decided that he could not do it anymore. That he had to focus on his career right now, on being the captain while dealing with the fact that he would not be able to replicate the career season he had last year.

He also told you, you both changed. Your focus laid on different things than at the start of your relationship when he wasn’t captain, and you were still a student with no full-time job.

You understood, or at least you pretended you did. Secretly, behind closed doors, when no one could see you break, it was hard to deal with the suddenness. One day you were planning how to spend the off-season, and the next one you were alone. Heartbroken.

But at the same time, you couldn’t say that you didn’t see the signs. He became distant. Cold even. He spent less time at yours, hardly asking if you wanted to come to his.

Your relationship wasn’t all roses, you knew that, but the finality of all of it had claimed you weeks before the actual breakup happened. You just were too caught up in telling yourself otherwise while trying to hold onto something that wasn’t what it had been at the beginning for weeks now.

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It took you a week to initially recover, you had been together for almost two years after all. Then you got yourself up and moved on with your life. Or at least you tried to.

Memories clinging tight to you everywhere you looked. The lunch spots the two of you frequented that you passed every day on your way to work. His face plastered around the city. Scotiabank Arena. Everything reminded you of him.

And it got better. At first. But whenever you were reminded of what you had, of what you shared over the course of your relationship, your heart shattered into a million pieced all over again.

The expensive hoodie he forgot at your apartment when he took his things that night was draped over one of your dining room chairs. It served as a severe reminder of him the same way the memories did.

Ever since you found it a few days ago during a deep clean of your apartment you debated what you should do with it. You didn’t want to keep it; it was expensive after all, but you weren’t sure if you could muster up the courage to text him or worse, show up to his place to give it back.

So, it just hung there, day in and day out. Starring back at you whenever you walked through the open space of your apartment. Until it was enough, and you couldn’t bear the sight of it anymore.

You would be in his neighborhood for a client meeting tomorrow, stopping by and dropping it off wouldn’t hurt, right?

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The next day passed in a blur, a coffee meeting with your supervisor in the morning, lunch with a few of your co-workers, the client meeting in the part of Toronto where Auston lived. Your clients, a nice elderly couple, unfortunately people who wanted to know every single thing down to the littlest detail, which kept you with them for much longer than you expected. Your anxiety about the evening raising with every passing minute.

The lady had even asked if you were alright at one point because you kept kneading your hands and brushing your hand through your hair in an attempt to calm yourself down.

The hoodie was stashed on the passenger seat of your car when you returned. The logo of a famous brand staring back at you just like it had every day while it was hanging in your dining room. The navy-blue color engraved into your brain.

His house looked like the last time you were here. Lights along the driveway lit. Auston´s Porsche sitting in front of the garage indicating he was home.

Your stomach clenched. The many times you drove up this driveway, alone or with him, coming back to you. One particular memory flashed through your brain. You came home from dinner at a really exclusive restaurant. Both dressed up to the nines. The maroon dress you chose, the black suit he wore. The night of passion that followed.

You swallowed it all down. Focusing on the task on hand. Delivering the hoodie, getting out of here as quickly as possible.

The lights in the living room on the first floor were on. Maybe he had people over, but the lack of cars in the driveway indicated otherwise. You hoped he hadn’t. As much as you liked his teammates, friends, there was no way you would do this with them present.

It took you five minutes and several deep breaths to finally press the doorbell. The material cold on your pointer finger, a stark contrast to the warmth of the hoodies soft material in your other hand.

You couldn’t remember the last time you rang. He had given you a key early on in the relationship. “To check on the plants” he said at first, but the lack of plants throughout the house always indicated otherwise.

A bark from the other side of the door ripped you from your thoughts.

Felix.

When the door opened the doodle excitedly jumped right into your arms. “Hey snuff,” you whispered as you softly petted the dog on his head. He didn’t know why you stopped showing up or why he stopped going to your apartment. He was just happy to see you again.

When you looked up Auston was staring down at you, eyebrows raised, shoulders tense. A backwards cap hiding his hair. It had always been a weakness of yours when he was wearing one.

For a beat neither of you said anything, both just staring. His brown eyes meeting yours before eyeing you up and down. It sent a shiver down your spine.

“Hey,” you breathed out when you finally mustered up the courage. “Hey,” he replied, quiet but firm. The hint of surprise and confusion in the single word wasn’t missed on you.

When you didn’t say anything for another few seconds, just continuing to pet Felix on his head, he cleared his throat. The noise almost making you jump back in surprise. “Uhm… what can I do for you?” he awkwardly asked, while you once again ran your hands through your hair.

“You left this at mine.” you held out the hoodie to him like you were presenting him with a gift. “I was in the neighborhood with some clients so I thought I would stop by and drop it off,” you added quickly, not wanting him to think you drove out here just for this.

“Oh uhm, thanks?” it sounded more like a question than a genuine thankfulness.

You weren’t sure what you expected from seeing him again, the awkwardness of two ex-lovers reuniting clear in the cold air of the Toronto night.

“Yeah uh… you´re welcome.” Your voice an awkward stutter. For another second the both of you were just staring. It seemed as it was your thing now.

“Why are you really here?” he asked then. A question that made your heart beat faster. Initially there wasn’t any underlying reason why you were coming here but then, it was just a hoodie, if he hadn’t come searching for it, he clearly wasn’t missing it, there was no reason to bring it here.

You could´ve just thrown it away and never thought about it again.

“I don’t know,” you mumbled.

“Do you want to come in?” he asked, so quietly you almost missed it.

“Yeah,” you breathed out before you could think otherwise.

He stepped away from the door, opening it just wide enough for you to slip through, Felix trailing behind you like the loyal companion he was.

The house hadn’t changed since you´ve last seen the inside. It was still the lived in mess crossed with the typical men aesthetic. You had once tried to decorate it more with the help of his sisters, but he was having none of it, so the attempts were quickly stopped.

“Drink?” he asked holding a bottle of water in one hand, a bottle of beer in the other, holding both out to you.

You noticed an open bottle on the couch table, but you opted for the water. “Thanks.”

He settled next to you, the awkward silence once again casting over you. “So, how is it going?”

“I´m fine, playoffs are coming up next week, just trying to get through the last few regular season games. How´s the job?”

“Good, nothing exciting to report. Congrats on making the playoffs again.”

The conversation being awkward was the understatement of the century. What once was familiar banter, sweet words and honest thoughts shared was now just small talk you would make with a stranger at the grocery store.

You studied his frame from the side. The wear and tear from the season were slowly starting to show. One of his fingers was in a bandage, a bruise formed on the side of his face. He looked tired. More tired than usually at the end of the season.

Empathy immediately flooding your body. He was still an individual you were caring for deeply. All the feelings your shared not something that would just vanish in the span of a few short weeks without seeing each other.

“You look tired,” you pointed out the obvious. “Long season,” he countered. You nodded along in agreement, but you knew him, it wasn’t the only thing bothering him. The breakup was nagging on him like it was nagging on you.

When you looked the room over to do anything but continue to stare at him you noticed a piece of art hanging on the wall next to the TV. You knew it all too well because you had commissioned it for him after he broke the single season scoring record of active players last season.

“You kept it?” his eyes shot up from starring at the now empty bottle in front of him. “of course.” Another one of these short replies but this time it made your heart beat faster. You figured he would’ve gotten rid of it after you broke up.

“I made a mistake,” the confession came out of nowhere, your head snapping to him, eyes wide.

He couldn’t mean the breakup, right?

“Made a mistake how?” you still asked, unsure if you even wanted to hear the answer. “I´m an asshole, I thought all would get better if I got rid of the distractions, if I just focused on hockey alone, I would score more goals, rack up more points, help the team to secure more wins and be a better captain but I was wrong.” He uttered.

“My life has not been the same since we broke up. Coming home alone and to an empty house after a loss was harder than I expected.”

Your heart beat so fast you were scared it would jump out of your chest if he said one more word. He was basically confessing that breaking up was a mistake, indicating that if he could he would take it all back and never throw the words at you in the first place.

“What are you saying, Auston?” you challenged. “I fucked up, babe.” The nickname sending a shiver down your spine, but he didn’t let you get a word in before he spoke again. “Breaking up with you was the worst mistake of my life.”

You weren’t used to seeing him in a vulnerable state like this. Usually he was all calm, cool and collected hockey superstar who was unshakable and immune to everything life threw at him, at least in the public eye. Him confessing to you that he made a mistake with so much emotion in his voice had you take a step back and look at him with disbelieve, was an odd feeling.

“I miss waking up next to you and falling asleep with you in my arms. I miss you waiting for me after a game, good or bad, telling me I did well even though we both know I didn’t in most games we lost. If I could take it all back, I would.”

When you showed up here an hour ago, hands shaking, heart racing just because you were seeing him again and it was bringing back emotions you didn’t know you still had, you would have never guessed that it was this it would come to. Hence why you were unsure as to how to react to his sudden confession.

Felix let out a bark when you stopped petting him but apart from that the living room was dead quiet. His words hanging heavy in the air.

“Can you say something?” he muttered.

“I need to go.” was what you settled on, before you got up and rushed out of the house.

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A week later you weren’t any wiser than when you stormed out of his house. He had sent a few messages, called at least once a day. Apologizing, still waiting for you to say something when you yourself didn’t even know how to feel.

On the one hand all those feelings you had when you were together came back to you as soon as he dropped that on you. On the other hand, you couldn’t forget how your relationship ended in the first place.

Of course, he tried to explain. His messages said as much but you weren’t sure if it was enough for you to forget and forgive him for how sudden he just ended things.

He was used to getting what he wanted, at least in his career. A bigger contract, a new sponsorship, a captaincy. But transmitting that to his life shouldn’t work as easily as it did.

You missed him too, that was no question but who told you that he wouldn’t do the exact same thing the next time it got hard in his career. When the goals and points wouldn’t come next season, or the post-season success was once again cut short?

Who promised you he wouldn’t do it all over again?

On the other hand, you felt like you should risk it. What you and Auston had was good. At least most of the time, at least until it turned sour. For almost two years you had an almost picture-perfect relationship that your friends were jealous of whenever you got the chance to brag about him.

For days you questioned if the good would outweigh the bad in this case, but you came to no conclusion.

You debated talking to someone about it but in the end, it was a decision you had to make all on your own and no advice in the world could take that from you.

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The Friday before the first game of the playoffs a sleek black box arrived at your doorstep. Curiosity overtook you because you hadn’t ordered anything and weren’t waiting for anything either.

Carefully you unwrapped the parchment paper that was covering the inside of the box which revealed a cozy looking black fluffy jacket. The Leafs logo was stitched at the front. Matthews was stitched inside it in black thread.

When you took it out of the box and turned it around the back showed the Toronto skyline, the team name in writing as well as a big 34.

The wag jacket.

You weren’t sure why you got one, you weren’t a wag anymore.

Maybe it was an attempt from him to get you back, and you hated to admit it, but it was working.

A black envelope was hidden beneath the jacket. When you opened it a card was inside, written on by an all too familiar handwriting.

Maybe this is a long shot and maybe I´m overstepping but I wanted you to have this. There´s a pass waiting for you at will call. You can use it or not, but I wanted to give you the opportunity.

Hopefully see you Sunday. A.

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Sunday. The first game of the playoff series between the Leafs and the Senators. The Battle of Ontario making its way into the playoffs had everyone beaming with anticipation.

Scotiabank Arena was loud already, and warm-ups hadn’t even started yet.

You were on you way to the glass to stand with some of the other wags and watch warm-ups. Some had cheered when you entered the family room a few minutes prior. Steph Marner had wrapped you in a warm hug, telling you how glad she was that you gave Auston another chance after he was a dumbass. Some others followed.

You just smiled at them, nodding, not telling them that the man had no idea that you were here, wearing his name and number on you back again.

Standing with one of the Tavares kids you held him up to the glass so he could see his dad skating past, waving enthusiastically. John immediately recognized who was holding his son and laughed, trying to gain Auston´s attention.

When the captain looked into his assistants general direction you waved. Shooting him a shy smile which brought out the biggest smile on his face. Especially, when you turned around, careful as to not drop the kid, showing him the back of your jacket.

He proceeded to rack up two assists in the 6-2 win over the Senators and when he wrapped you in his arms, spinning you around in the hallway as if he had just won the cup and not game one of the first round you knew you made the right decision because in the end the good always outweigh the bad when it came to the both of you.

[sophsbookstore]

Cookies Included

Auston Matthews x reader ｡･:*˚:✧｡

Word count: 1500

A/N: posting all my hockey drafts! NHL master list (hopefully) come soon

Auston Matthews was in the kitchen, trying his best to look serious as he watched you roll out dough for the cookies. You were wearing one of his old jerseys—an oversized, cozy thing—and you looked so focused that it made Auston grin despite his best efforts to look like he was helping.

“You know, I can’t believe you’re making all of these,” he said, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed, but his eyes never left you. “You're going to make me the most popular guy on the plane. I’ll have everyone on the team eating out of my hand with these.”

You shot him a playful look over your shoulder. “You know, it’s not just about getting you brownie points with the guys. I’ve been practicing these recipes, and I want them to be perfect.”

Auston’s face lit up. “So you’re baking for me, then?”

You giggled, turning to face him. “Well, I’m baking for you, but you’ll have to share with your teammates. No choice there, Mr. Popular.”

He raised his eyebrows. “You’re making me share your cookies? I feel like that’s a crime.”

“Don’t act like you don’t love a little attention,” you teased, rolling the dough out with the kind of precision that spoke to your inner perfectionist. “Besides, you know you’ll look good bringing these snacks Matthews.”

His lips curled into a grin. “I always look good, what are you talking about?”

You were in the middle of cutting out the first batch of cookies when Auston stepped up behind you. His broad chest was warm against your back, and he placed his hands on the counter, peering over your shoulder. “I’m really good at decorating, you know. I could help with that part.”

You snorted, unable to hold it in. “Oh, yeah? I’m sure your ‘skills’ could rival those of a professional pastry chef.”

“Hey, I’ve got an eye for detail,” he said, his tone playful but feigning confidence. “Watch and learn.”

You handed him a piping bag filled with icing and grinned. “Alright, show me what you got, Matthews.”

Auston took the bag and squeezed it, but the icing didn’t come out in the neat little swirl he was hoping for. Instead, it splattered across the cookie in a way that could only be described as abstract art.

He glanced at you with wide eyes. “Huh.”

You couldn’t help but burst out laughing. “That’s... not exactly what I envisioned when I asked for ‘decorating help.’ But nice try.”

Auston gave you a sheepish smile and then leaned in closer, his breath warm against your cheek. “Okay, fine. I might not be a decorator, but I’m a pro at eating them. So, I’ll leave the fancy stuff to you. I’ll just be your official taste tester.”

“You can taste-test all you want, but you’re not getting out of this,” you replied with a smirk as you skillfully decorated the next batch of cookies, leaving the ones he had touched to the side. “You’re still helping me. You’ve got two hands, Auston. Use them.”

“I’ll use one hand for icing, and the other hand for… well, more eating.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you, causing your cheeks to heat up, though you tried to keep a straight face.

“You’re insufferable,” you muttered, rolling your eyes.

He just chuckled, stepping back to give you room to finish the batch. “It’s hard to resist when I’ve got such a cute baker in front of me.”

You looked up at him through your lashes, feeling your heart race a little. “Are you flirting with me while covered in icing?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Auston said with a wink. “But seriously, you look adorable, even when you’re criticizing my decorating skills.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and you suddenly felt shy under his gaze. “Stop being so charming,” you said, trying to focus on piping icing onto the last batch of cookies. “You’re making it hard to concentrate.”

He grinned like he knew exactly what he was doing. “You’re welcome.”

After a while, the cookies were ready. You’d decorated them with a mix of simple designs and some that were a little more chaotic thanks to Auston’s input. The cookies were definitely an interesting mix of perfectly neat and totally offbeat. But you’d made them with love, and that was what mattered.

Auston packed them up carefully, grabbing the container and wrapping it up in cling wrap. “Alright, time to go. I’ve got a plane to catch and a team of hungry guys waiting for these. Let’s just hope they’re good enough to forgive the, uh, artistic choices we made.”

“They’ll love them,” you said, your confidence back. “They may look weird, but they’ll taste amazing. I’m not saying I’m a genius, but I know what I’m doing in the kitchen.”

“Just like you know what you’re doing to my heart, huh?” Auston shot you a playful wink as he lifted the container with one hand.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide your smile. “Okay, smooth talker. Go give the guys their cookies before you get too cocky.”

Auston leaned down, pressing a kiss to your cheek before heading toward the door. “I’ll text you after the game. Promise I’ll save a couple for us when I get back.”

“Don’t you dare eat all of them,” you called after him with a laugh.

“I can’t make any promises,” he teased back, his voice fading as he walked out of the apartment, leaving you with a smile that stayed with you long after he was gone.

The next day, you were pacing around your kitchen, anxiously waiting for a message from Auston. He’d landed in Boston, played his game, and was probably having fun with the guys. You had a feeling that they were probably getting a kick out of the cookies.

Sure enough, your phone buzzed, and you grabbed it eagerly.

Auston:They taste amazing, but I’m pretty sure half of them look like they belong in a modern art museum. I think Mitch is planning to hang one on the wall.

You laughed out loud, shaking your head as you typed back.

You’re welcome. I’m just happy they didn’t taste like a disaster. At least they won’t be getting bored with plain old chocolate chip cookies.

A few seconds later, the phone buzzed again.

Auston:You’d be amazed how many times we’ve joked about how much your cookies look like a Picasso painting. But seriously, the guys all loved them. I’ll bring some back for you. Promise.

You better, Matthews. Those cookies didn’t make themselves.

Auston:I know. I’ll never question your baking skills again.

You smiled to yourself, feeling warm inside. The night was still young, but you could already tell that it was going to be a great one—cookies, playful banter, and the thought of Auston coming home to you later made the wait feel worth it.

When Auston finally returned, a few days later, you were sitting on the couch, waiting for him. The door swung open, and he stepped inside, holding a bag of leftover cookies. He immediately dropped it on the table and came over to give you a tight hug.

“You look good, babe,” he murmured into your hair, his arms strong around you. “Missed you.”

You pulled away, grinning. “Missed you too, but I’m more excited for these cookies.”

Auston laughed, grabbing the bag from the table and handing it over. “I was almost going to eat them all on the flight home. But I’m a man of my word, so here you go.”

You eagerly opened the bag, pulling out one of the cookies that had survived the trip back. You inspected it carefully, noting that it was one of the more... experimental ones. “Hmm. This one looks like it was decorated by a toddler.”

Auston chuckled. “We can thank Mitch for that one. He said he’d hang it on the wall for me.”

You took a bite, and your eyes widened. “Okay, okay. I’ll admit it—these might actually be your best work.”

“You’re just saying that because you’re happy I brought them back,” Auston said, sitting down beside you. He raised an eyebrow. “Or maybe because you just love me that much.”

You bumped him with your shoulder. “Maybe a little bit of both. But seriously, next time you decorate, let’s just stick to the simple designs.”

“I’ll consider it,” he said with a wink, pulling you close. “But only because it’s you.”

You smiled, leaning into him, the warmth of his arms and the sugary sweetness of the cookies making everything feel perfect.

“Good thing I’m so irresistible,” he added with a smirk, and you rolled your eyes.

“You’re lucky you're cute.”

“Lucky? I’m a hockey player. We’re basically all good-looking by default.”

You laughed, leaning up to kiss him. “I’ll take your word for it. Now, let’s finish these cookies.”

Auston grinned, wrapping his arm around you, his focus on the cookies fading as he pulled you closer.

"You're all I need, cookies included."

[chukys-mouthguard]

nights like this

3.3k words

featuring: auston matthews x female reader

genre: fluff, suggested smut

summary: Auston has just been named the newest captain of the Toronto Maple Leafs, and while you worry about pulling off a surprise dinner, Auston has his own surprise in store for you

Watching from the front row with Auston’s family, you tried your best to not get emotional. Partially because of not wanting to ruin your makeup, but the other half of you knowing Auston would surely laugh at you for it.

Auston had just been named the newest captain of the Toronto Maple Leafs, which was such an amazing accomplishment for him still so young in his career. John Tavares shook his hand as he presented Auston with the jersey, the two of them posing together before Auston did a few solo shots.

You smiled at him as you clapped along with the crowd, his eyes finding yours as he shot you a wink. His smile was bright as he held the jersey proudly. The news was not something he’d necessarily expected, but he was so honored to accept.

He’d come home from meetings earlier in the week, to which you assumed were standard team business. But as he greeted you in the kitchen asking to sit you down, you had grown nervous that he was delivering some bad news.

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“Hey baby, smells good.”

Auston kissed your lips as you were preparing lunch. Wrapping his arms around your waist as he rested his head on your shoulder. Watching your hands as they were busy chopping up some veggies for the dish you were making.

“Is it too much to ask you to pause for a quick second? I’ve gotta talk to you.”

You’d dropped the knife almost immediately, his tone of voice catching you off guard as you grew nervous fast. Turning in the grip of his arms to face him you wiped your hands with a towel.

“Is everything okay?”

He softly smiled as he took your hand, leading you to the couch as he sat you down before taking a seat on the coffee table in front of you. His hands held tight to yours as he looked at the floor.

“Auston, baby, hurry up I’m freaking out inside! And lunch is gonna burn!”

He chuckled as he brought your hands to his lips, kissing them both before he finally opened his mouth to speak.

“So, as you know I had several meetings recently with the team, and it’s nothing bad. It’s actually pretty amazing, honestly. And today, they let me know that they are looking to take the organization in a new direction this season. That new direction is gonna start with me.”

Despite him telling you this was good news, it hadn’t yet sounded like anything good. It started to sound like somehow Auston was being traded with the way he chose to phrase this.

“You’re looking at the newest captain of the Toronto Maple Leafs.”

Your jaw fell to the floor as you stared at him, his smile grew from ear to ear as he watched your reaction. The tears subconsciously welled in your eyes as you were overcome with emotion, wanting to scream and run around the house. But also just wanting to hug him tight and never let him go.

“Auston, stop. You’re serious?”

He nodded his head laughing at your disbelief, “yes, hand to god baby.”

“Babe! I’m so proud of you!”

Jumping up from the couch you wrapped your arms around him as he stood up, lifting you off your feet as he hugged you. Your legs wrapping around his waist as you peppered his face with kisses. Auston just laughed at your reaction, carrying you back towards the kitchen as he saw a pot of water boiling on the stove.

“Auston this is amazing! Oh my gosh, we have to celebrate!”

He set you down as he tended to the boiling pot, stirring the water that was tasked with cooking some rice before he turned down the flame.

“Well, not yet. It hasn’t been announced yet. So we have to wait until next week to do any celebrating after the official reveal and announcement by the Leafs.”

You playfully groaned with a roll of your eyes as you wrapped your arms around him, hugging him tight as you were so in awe of him.

“Fine, I guess I’ll wait a week to let everyone know how amazing you are and how proud I am of you. I love you baby, and I’m seriously so fucking proud of you!”

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Now the day was finally here to celebrate.

As Auston came down from the stage, the press conference now over, he stopped to hug each of his friends and family in the front row. Leaving you for last as he walked up with the biggest smile on his face.

“I told you no crying allowed today, you’re such a softie baby.”

He wrapped his arms around you as he chuckled, his teasing just making you smile as you couldn’t help your emotions. He kissed your lips before taking your hand in his as he continued through the room to greet and thank other familiar faces for coming.

Auston had kept you by his side for the remainder of the post-press conference festivities, his arm wrapped around your waist as his thumb traced circles over the fabric of your dress. You found it hard not to be in awe of him. To know all of these people were there to support him, to support this new chapter of the organization that was starting with him. To know they believed in a future with him as captain, it made you so proud to call him your boyfriend and get to the by his side throughout this new journey.

“You look stunning tonight baby.”

Auston pulled you in for a kiss as the two of you waited for the elevator, the press conference finally coming to an end after much media attention and thank you’s were expressed to the guests.

“And you look so handsome, Mr. Captain.”

You jokingly teased the nickname, still feeling like it wasn’t real as Auston simply rolled his eyes with a smile. Knowing that were surely going to enjoy that nickname a little too much, but he’d get over it.

The two of you took the elevator down to the parking garage, climbing into Auston’s car as he quickly replied to a couple texts before starting it up.

“Where to for dinner babe?”

You hadn’t told Auston but you planned a surprise celebratory dinner at one of his favorite restaurants for his family and closest friends. The secret was not an easy one to keep as he could usually sniff out a surprise from a mile away, and you were worried he had possibly found out from a teammate to ruin it.

“I actually arranged dinner for us tonight, as a little surprise for you.”

Auston looked at you with a smirk before backing out of his parking spot, it wasn’t that he didn’t like you making plans, he just loved being the one to spoil and take care of you so it never ceased to shock him when you did the same for him.

“Really? You arranged dinner? That’s a nice surprise, where to?”

You’d plugged the directions into his GPS for the restaurant, growing nervous that maybe he’d found out from someone about the surprise. Trying not to give Auston any sign that you were nervous as you sat in the passenger seat as his hand rested on your thigh, the only thing keeping you calm.

“Wow, I forgot how beautiful this place is. We haven’t been here in awhile, I’m excited.”

He leaned over giving you a kiss before you exited the vehicle for valet, Auston taking your hand in his as he led you up the small set of stairs to the restaurant. The hostess greeted you as you gave her the name of your reservation, soon following behind as she led you to the private back room.

You could feel your hand beginning to sweat in Auston’s grip, knowing that it wasn’t the end of the world if the surprise flopped, but you wanted to do this special for him.

Pulling him close to you as you approached the doors to the secluded dining room, you took a deep breath, anticipation slowly building to see his reaction to the room of people.

“Here you two are, right in here!”

The hostess beamed with a smile as you two turned the corner, the small group of friends and family instantly cheering as you came into their view. Auston immediately rolling his eyes with a smile, completely caught off guard by the surprise as he looked at you laughing.

“You did this? Baby, you’re amazing. Oh my gosh.”

He pulled you in for a kiss, wrapping his arms around you to be sure and let you feel how appreciative he was for the surprise. His hands cupping your face as he kissed you once more.

“Thank you baby, this is so special. I love you.”

“I love you too, Aus.”

Auston moved to mingle with the group which included his family, a handful of his teammates that were at his press conference, and a few close friends both from the league and from back home.

You took a seat next to Auston’s mom as you finally felt you could relax, a glass of wine immediately in hand as she offered you cheers in congratulations.

“You did it! Now you can relax and enjoy the night.”

A sigh leaving your lips as you nodded in agreement. So thankful that you’d managed to pull off the surprise, despite it being something small and intimate. You watched as Auston greeted his friends that flew into town, a big smile on his face as they all congratulated him on his captaincy. The only word to describe how you felt in the moment was proud, and you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else in the world than by his side.

“Everyone, if I could just take a second of your time before we wrap up the night.”

Auston stood at the front of the room as he gathered the attention of the group, smiling as some of his teammates were chanting for him to make a speech. To which he just playfully shook his head.

“I just wanted to thank each and every one of you for coming tonight, this means so much to me and it was such a pleasant surprise. I’m really excited for this new journey, and honored to be given this opportunity to be captain and I hope I can make the city proud, the fans proud, but also each of you proud so thank you. Lastly, y/n.”

Auston wasn’t an emotional person, but as he looked at you, you swore you saw him getting choked up or teary eyed.

“I don’t know how you pulled this off, mostly because I’m the biggest snoop and always ruin surprises. But this is incredible, and it means so much to me. You have been my rock for so many years, and to know I get to have you by my side as I navigate this new journey, I know that no matter what happens, I’ll be great as long as I’ve got you. So thank you babe, I love you.”

Auston raised a glass to you and the room as everyone reciprocated, all talking a drink together before a final cheer of the room erupted and everyone gathered their things to head out.

You and Auston had stayed to see all of the guests out before leaving, making sure to thank everyone individually once again. Finally heading home after what felt like the longest day, but one you would never forget.

You’d been quiet on the drive, Auston knowing it was a mixture of wine drunk and being tired, so he didn’t bother you much. His hand resting on your thigh as his thumb traced circles over the fabric, a smile on his face as you eventually laced your fingers with this.

“I’m so proud of you baby.”

He chuckled at your somewhat slowed speech from the wine, pulling your hand to his lips as he kissed the back of it. Before resting it on his thigh for the remainder of the drive.

“Thank you, for that, and for tonight. It was amazing, you’re amazing. Tonight was definitely nothing short of amazing.”

The fingernails of your free hand traced up and down his forearm as he pulled into the driveway of your shared home. Parking the car in the driveway before heading over to your door to help you out, but he’d soon realize the wine had certainly kicked your ass tonight.

“Aus, I cannot get out of this car. My heels won’t let me.”

He shook his head as he reached for your hands, helping you out of the car with a chuckle, the reaching back in to grab your bag that was sitting on the floor.

“Seems like someone calmed their nerves with a little red wine tonight huh?”

Pouting your face at him playfully you let out a sigh, doing your best to get yourself into the house on your own as a protest to his joking. Though only making it two steps before stumbling and needing Auston to steady you.

“Gosh baby, falling for me all over again?”

He playfully winked as he helped you regain your composure, laughing as you rolled your eyes at his awful joke.

“Auston Taylour Matthews I swear to-Ah!”

Without warning he scooped you off your feet, earning a slightly shocked yelp from you. A chuckle of embarrassment followed as he carried you inside, taking you into the kitchen where he set you onto the island as he began to work at figuring out the straps on your heels.

“Aus you’re never gonna get them off, just let me.”

“Hush, if I can figure out a bra strap one handed I can get a strap off on a heel.”

You rolled your eyes laughing at his choice of words, watching as he miraculously got the heels off in record time. Tossing them to the side, then resting his hands on either side of your hips as he smiled down at you.

“You were saying?”

He playfully pecked your lips as your fingers played with the chains that were peeking out from under his dress shirt.

“To be honest, you don’t always figure out the bra straps, you’ve definitely just ripped a few bras off of me from time to time.”

Auston rolled his eyes as he discarded his suit jacket, tossing it into the back of the couch before rejoining you in the kitchen.

“Semantics!”

His fingers played with the fabric of your dress at your hips as he placed kisses along your exposed collar bone. His demeanor becomes a bit more timid before you as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest.

Your hands now resting at the back of his neck, fingers playing with his hair as you both just sat in this moment, enjoying the first real opportunity to just be with one another after such a long day.

“Baby?”

“Hmm?”

As you hummed your response, Auston pulled himself from you as he let out a sigh. The look on his face makes you nervous despite your wine buzz that has overtaken you. His expression was one you couldn’t exactly read as he took your hands in his, the anticipation causing your heart to race.

“Aus, what is it? You’re making me nervous!”

You giggled to hopefully calm his nerves, to which he apologized, not trying to scare you. With another sigh, he took your hands in his as he smiled at you.

“I’m just so incredibly thankful for you. For this night, and every night I get with you. Today was such a long day, of course exciting, but also tiring. And to be able to come home and spend moments like this with you, it’s the best thing in the world.”

You wanted to blame the wine for the tears you felt forming, but knew that would be a lie, your emotions always so easy to elicit when it came to Auston.

“Auston, thank you baby. That means so much to me, I’m so thankful to get to do this with you and be by your side.”

He nodded at you as his own tears were now in his eyes, catching you off guard as he was rarely one to cry. Your hands immediately went to his face to wipe his tears, making him laugh as he could barely get any words out.

“I’m okay, I just. I’ve realized over these last few weeks, that you truly are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You are by my side through the best times, but more importantly the worst times and the toughest times. And in this new chapter, being captain, I have no idea what that will bring for me. But I know that I can’t do any of it without you by my side.”

You were hanging on every last word as he spoke, trying not to ugly cry at the kitchen island as you knew he’d surely poke fun at you for it, but the moment was certainly getting the best of you.

As Auston paused, he opened up the drawer at the counter behind him, taking a deep breath before he turned back to face you. Your eyes immediately searched for what he’d pulled from the drawer.

“Y/n, baby, I know now that you’re my person. I’ve known from the day I met you that you were it for me. You have made me a better man, and I want to continue to be that man for you now and forever. I’m ready to start a new journey with you, to make a promise to love and cherish you forever, to start a family and grow old with you. So, y/n—“

Auston’s arm moved from behind his back to reveal a small black box, with the most amazing ring you’d ever seen. A gasp leaving your lips as you were now certainly ugly crying, but you didn’t care. The emotions overtaking you as you were too stunned to speak.

“Will you marry me?”

Without any hesitation you nodded your head, nervous that if you went to speak you’d say the wrong thing or no words would come out. Auston jokingly confirming with you that you did in fact want to say yes, you simply couldn’t form the words.

He slid the ring on your finger as you could barely hold still, shaking at the sight of the symbol that represented everything he’d just spoken but also so much more.

You immediately pulled him in for a kiss, never wanting to let him go. To stay in this exact moment forever and ever, feeling so in love and on top of the world.

“Oh my god, Auston I can’t believe this!”

You shrieked as you threw your arms around his neck, Auston picking you from the counter as he spun you around. Peopering your face with kisses as he carried you down the hall and towards the staircase to head upstairs.

As he laid you down in bed, you couldn’t stop staring at the ring, earning a sarcastic groan from him as he began to discard his dress shirt. Soon climbing into bed as he hovered over you, peppering your face with kisses before moving down to your neck. His eyes looking up to see you still stealing glances at the ring while you tried to enjoy the moment with Auston.

“Babe, if you can’t stop starting I’m gonna take it away.”

You quickly averted your gaze from your hand, pulling his face up to yours in a kiss that was at first soft and apologetic but soon turned deep and passionate as Auston’s hands snaked up your dress and explored each and every one of your curves. A hand stopping to cup your cheek as he took control of the kiss, his tongue fighting yours for dominance to which you obliged. Smirking against his lips as he slowly pulled away, but not without a playful nibble at your bottom lip.

“I love you Auston Matthews.”

“And I love you, Mrs. Auston Matthews.”

[captain-bubble-wrap]

Srry but I love thar you're doing auston writings so could you do a quickie before morning practice?

YOU HAVE A BEAUTIFUL MIND, OKAY!? LIKE, GORGEOUS! 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

C|W : 18+ obviously, the rest is pretty vanilla; nothing worthy of a "warning". Just don't read it while operating heavy machinery!

W|C : 1.6k

It was some time past nine when you finally started to stir. Auston had been up since well before you, and the sounds of him in the shower had been what had awoken you. There he was, wearing nothing but a white towel around his waist as he passed through the bedroom towards the closet. You couldn't help but stare, and he didn't seem to notice that you were awake anyways, so where was the harm? The curves of his back, the tattoo on his spine, the way that towel was clinging to his ass -- you were hoping it would start to slip.

Just then, as if he had heard your silent pleas, Auston looked over his shoulder at you. "Good morning, baby," he smirked, seeing you looking at him like you were. He knew that look. "I wondered if you were going to join me."

"Easier to admire the view from here." You propped yourself up amongst the numerous pillows as he made his way over to you. There he stood, chest dotted with water droplets falling from his hair, but you didn't mind because the kiss had your eyes rolling closed.

"I'll let you get your sleep," he mumbled, lips just far enough away from yours to speak.

The sun was filtering in through the still-drawn curtains, but in a way where everything felt hazy, dreamlike. The weighted duvet you were under was warm; Auston's t-shirt you were wearing was already pulled up past your waist.

You couldn't lie that you were still tired, but it was his fault you were awake -- he owed you. "Come back to bed."

That grin was dangerous, and your body reacted accordingly to the desire it masked. "I've got to get to practice, babe. If you're still there when I get home," he trailed off.

"I'm not going to wait that long. C'mon, honey. Just real quick."

"You're never quick," he laughed, lying to himself that he wasn't fighting the urge to bend you over the bed. "Later okay?"

Pouting, you wouldn't let your eyes leave his face. You knew how you could make him stay for just a little while longer, and you wouldn't have to tell a white lie to do it. "I'd rather you get me off than me having to do it myself, Auston."

There it was. The way his amber-coloured eyes narrowed at you. He knew what you were doing and it was working.

"Baby-- I've gotta go."

"Just blame being late on the traffic. Please?"

For a second you thought he really was going to be strong enough to resist you, but when he sighed, you knew you had won.

"That 'please'," he whispered, "It's unfair. You're going to get me in so much trouble."

When the towel finally hit the floor, you could tell he was already half erect as he slipped beneath the blanket to settle in between you legs. The anticipation of any part of him touching your skin had your heart beating out of control.

"They won't know," you replied, catching his gaze. His right hand found your inner thigh, gently forcing it wider apart. There was so much pressure between your legs, just waiting to be released, and you'd get the ability soon enough. Auston was going to hold you to your word of "real quick". His fingers found your wet pussy, causing your back to arch against the pleasure of his touch. The first moan had him smiling -- likely something he'd hear in his head the rest of the day.

"Ah, good girl," he hushed, leaning over you while he pressed his head against your dripping lips. You were spread wide and ready for him to plunge deep into you -- the wait was unbearable. With each teasing poke, you wondered if he had second thoughts about getting to practice.

"Auston!" You begged, feeling him softly probe your outer folds.

He just laughed softly, back in control like he liked it. "I love it when you beg for me."

No sooner was he done with his sentence, did he fully enter you, forcing you to take every last inch he had to offer you. Your nails dug into his shoulder blades with each slow, deliberate thrust he was so kind to treat you with. The sound of his moans sounded so good in your head, and you loved knowing it was you who had him sounding like that. He'd nearly pull out just to fuck you just a little harder than the time before, trying to hard not to slip out.

"Fuck, babe--." he said breathlessly. "You feel so good."

However, you couldn't speak. You were lost in the fact that every time he pumped deeper into you, he was leaning forward and grazing your clit just enough to make you dig your nails deeper into his skin. Eventually, his pace quickened, as you found it hard to catch your breath against the constant panting. He wasn't messing around and had completely pushed the fact that he needed to go out of his mind. You were too nice to just use and walk away from. You were a treat to be enjoyed, and enjoy he was.

"You're taking me so well~ Just like that, baby."

Your eyes were rolling back in your head, the bed creaking against his cadence. He'd have your hands pinned above your head before he was through. You felt so small beneath him; so tight as he continued to stretch you wider. What time was it? Was he late? Did any of that matter? No.

Just when he thought you couldn't possibly get any wetter, he had to catch himself after you wrapped your legs around him, getting a new angle to go deeper.

"Ah, fuck--," he moaned, as you matched his. God, he knew just what he was doing to send you into a dizzy spell. "Keep going, good girl."

Did he know you were close? Had your rapid whimpers signaled that you were going to be reduced to a puddle if he kept talking to you like he was? He knew your body just as good as you did, if not a little better with how he could tease you enough to keep you going till he was ready to let you come. Any time you had tried to edge yourself, you gave in and finished after the second attempt. It was too easy to give in to yourself, but Auston was something completely different.

He wouldn't keep you wanting for long. His right hand continued to hold both wrists in place, while his left trailed down your face, tipping your chin for a kiss before wrapping his fingers around your throat. He was so strong, yet gentle when and where it mattered.

"Just a little more, baby. Not until I say so."

You were hanging on to him with dear life, but fuck if it didn't feel so amazing. His fingers squeezed slightly, heightening the pleasure you were receiving. You met him with each fleeting thrust, wishing somehow he could give you even more. He had already hit every secret spot you had, but you were being selfish.

"That's it-- wait for me."

Auston knew you were struggling, but he also knew if you waited you'd be happy with your reward. The mattress bounced beneath the two of you, Auston fucking you rapidly at the end until he couldn't hold on any longer.

"Tell me what you want, baby. Say it."

"Come in me, Papi. Please!"

The desperation in your voice was the release he needed and together, the two of you collapsed into a fit of staggered breathing and clouded, incomplete thoughts. His full weight on top of you made you fell so safe, so protected and at peace. Slowly, you'd unfold your legs, feet now flat against the mattress although he was still fully inside of you, as per your request. You could feel the raised marks your nails had caused over his shoulder blades. He'd have to be careful in the dressing room with those fresh marks on his skin, or else everyone would know why he had been late.

"You're amazing," he whispered, mouth right next to your ear while he laid there. "I'm glad you talked me into this."

His comment made you laugh, running your fingertips along his back as a soft thank you. "I'm happy you stayed."

Nuzzling against your neck, Auston slipped a hand beneath your shirt and carefully played with your nipple, knowing you'd be borderline overstimulated. You'd bite your lip to stifle the gasp he had caused.

"I'm sorry, baby," he said with a kiss. "I like to play with you."

He'd lift himself up slightly, your body instinctively clenching around his cock at the feeling. "I'll go slow, okay?"

Taking his face in your hands, you'd give him a nod -- still nibbling on your lip. Feeling him finally slip out of you left you aching.

"I've gotta get cleaned up and go, baby," he confessed, wishing he could just spend the day in bed with you. "Wanna join me?"

"No, you go on ahead. You're already late."

"Are you sure?" He half-whined, hoping you'd change your mind.

"Yeah, we both know what's going to happen if I take a shower with you. I need to lay here for a little bit anyways." You smiled as he got back on his feet, reaching for the towel he had discarded beside the bed. He felt guilty leaving you there like you were, dripping wet with his cum and yours, but you had had a point. "Can I get you anything before I go?"

You'd just shake your head, watching him walk around the foot of the bed. Those marks on his back were so red.

"I'm sorry about your back."

He laughed, feeling the heat coming off of them, "Hard to blame those on the traffic."

[brainddeadd]

Lazy morning

saw this gif and the brain wouldn't shut up

The soft morning light filters through the blinds, casting warm stripes across the bed as you shift under the cozy weight of Auston’s arm draped over you. Even in sleep, his hold is instinctively tight, keeping you close. You stretch a little, starting to roll away, but his arm only tightens, and he lets out a quiet, drowsy murmur, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he mumbles, his voice gravelly from sleep as he presses a sleepy kiss just below your ear.

You laugh softly, trying to turn, but he pulls you right back, practically cocooning you with his limbs. “Nowhere, I guess,” you say, letting out a happy sigh as you melt into him.

“Good,” he murmurs, brushing his lips along your shoulder before placing a line of lazy kisses up to your jaw. "Nowhere is exactly where you’re supposed to be today."

You turn slightly to look at him, and he’s watching you with that sleepy, satisfied expression that always makes your heart flip. His hands find your face, pulling you in for a deep, lingering kiss that’s warm and sweet, his lips lingering on yours just a little longer each time. “Just wanna stay here with you,” he whispers between kisses, sounding like he’d never let go if he didn’t have to.

The morning ticks by in a perfect, cozy blur—Auston trailing lazy kisses wherever he can reach, hands skimming gently up and down your arms, his thumb tracing small circles along your skin. And every time you try to move, he pulls you back just a little closer, burying his face in your hair, murmuring, "Stay here… Just a little longer."

The world outside can wait. For now, it's just the two of you, wrapped up in warmth and the soft, unhurried peace of a Sunday morning with nowhere else to be but in each other’s arms.

[auntieozzy]

night ride | auston matthews

notes: i was inspired by this picture of auston and his beautiful thighs. my first time writing something like this in YEARS so apologies if it's bland! enjoy :)

summary: you get yourself off on auston's thigh

warnings: fem!reader, smut, orgasm, swearing(?)

word count: 1.4k

mature content! mdni

you and auston haven't had a quiet night together in what felt like years, though realistically it had probably been a month or so. his busy hockey season kept him constantly occupied while leaving you in the city, all alone in your apartment. it would be an understatement to say you were dying for his touch. he was sporting a pair of compression sports despite it being below freezing in toronto, he knew you loved the way his legs looked in them, especially his thighs. you endlessly complimented him whenever he treated you to wearing them around you, but even when you saw the team post him sporting his "booty shorts" (you called them) you made sure he knew how much you loved them.

he didn't know the exact reason, but he assumed it had to be that they left very little to the imagination. sure, that was part of it but the real draw was how they squeezed his legs. something about the size of his thighs made your core twist, an urge to plant yourself in his lap always clouded your mind. mix with the fervent craving you felt for him after far too long without him, you knew this meeting wouldn't be quiet for long.

your fingertips dragged along his thigh as you sat cuddled up on the couch, auston's arm around your waist as you rested against his chest. your eyes focused on the tv as you inhaled the sweet aroma of his cologne. every so often your gaze lowered to auston's lap, your mind wandering how it would feel to be perched across his thighs with auston's hands roaming your figure.

"you alright?" his gentle voice snapped you out of your spell.

"yeah." you said with a slight laugh, lifting your head to find his gaze. studying his face for a moment, noticing every little detail of his scruff and prominent mustache.

his eyes narrowed at you, searching your expression as if he didn't believe you. "you seem to be out of it."

your brows furrowed together, "i'm just thinking." your tone was innocent, though the thoughts rolling through your head were anything but.

"about what?" auston pressed, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.

you felt your face get hot, silently grateful it was relatively dim besides the tv and few candles you'd lit earlier. your fingertip hooked into the hem on one side of auston's spandex, lightly tugging as you responded.

"you say that like you don't know." you teased, a hazy grin crossing your own lips.

auston's smirk enhanced while his gaze subtly dropped to your lips momentarily, lifting back up as he continued his questioning. "what about them?"

you playfully rolled your eyes, lightly scoffing at how he was attempting to coax your vulgar thoughts out of you. your gaze focused on auston, pausing momentarily while it lingered over his expression.

"how tempting they make your lap look." your hues found his, studying his reaction. for a second, you swore you could see the wheels turning behind his eyes. auston was collected though, he rarely let you get a glimpse of the effect you had on him.

he pat a hand on his thigh, enticing you to follow through with your comment. "c'mon then." the way his lips curled into satisfied grin made your stomach twitch. you didn't up a fight, moving from auston's grip to spread your thighs across his lap. your hands rested on his shoulders, the beating of your heart increasing beneath your chest. auston's hands found their way to your hips, his fingertips pressing against the fabric of your leggings sent chills along your complexion. you were sure your cheeks were a bright pink shade at this point.

"i missed you so much." those words spilled out of your lips. he tipped his head back slightly, a content sigh breezing past his nostrils while his gaze scanned down your figure. your skin felt like it'd been set ablaze, you'd worn a long sleeve fitted top that had a scoop neck to reveal a bit of cleavage. one of his hands that had settled on your ass ventured between your legs, brushing against the inside of your thighs but grazing past the slight wetness between your legs. all through the thin fabric of your lulus.

"i can tell." auston said with a pleased grin splayed across his lips. sure, you had gotten wet simply letting your mind wander off while you guys were watching tv. he had that effect on you. a thought popped into your mind, something you two hadn't done before. you shifted to straddling one of his thighs, your eyes not leaving his while your settled yourself against him. your heart felt like it was about to explode in your chest but his silence felt like encouragement to continue. with your knees pressed into the couch, you slowly began to rock your hips against auston. your slick center dragging along the bare skin of auston's thigh.

"can you?" a sultry tone came through as you spoke. you very rarely saw auston at a loss for words, but you were savoring his shocked expression as you began grinding against his thigh. your nails pressed into the fabric of his sweatshirt, holding on to his broad shoulders to keep yourself steady while you created a rhythm. auston's hands found your rear, applying pressure as if he was attempting to guide your movements. his eyes never strayed from your expression, watching for any sign of pleasure. your core was starting to burn, the sensation of your sensitives building friction against his thigh had you spinning.

"fuck.." you muttered involuntarily, your eyes falling shut for a moment as you focused on staying steady against him. his fingers pressed into your rear, feeling his nails through the thin fabric of your leggings.

"good girl. keep going." his voice was low, in a husky manner as he egged you on. hearing the pet name sent a wave of gratification through your figure, you swear you could've cum right then. but you weren't going to stop, auston would make you a needy mess on his lap before that happened. pathetic moans slipped from your cherry brims as your speed increased, creating more friction against your sensitives. luckily your juices eased the slight discomfort of rubbing against your leggings. your thighs began to quiver, a mix of strain but also adrenaline. seeing the way auston stared you down with nothing but desire had your heart racing, knowing he was getting off on you pleasing yourself on his thigh was intoxicating.

another string of curses mixed with moans exuded past your lips as you did your best to stay upright, despite the heat building in your core tempting you to cave over onto auston in support. his words of encouragement were enough, your wetness spreading across the crotch of your leggings and making it effortless for your most tender petals to glide along his meaty thigh. his gaze burned into yours, though your focus was quickly fading as your core began to twist.

"you're doing so good." auston's hand reached up to push some of your stray locks away from your face, his hand then resting on your cheek. his silk voice sent chills trickling down your spine, just another sensation getting too much to handle. his other hand remained on your ass. you could feel him add pressure, still letting you steer but reminding you who really had the power.

feeling his thumb glide over your bottom lip, you almost instinctively wrapped your lips around it to suck tenderly while your eyes stayed locked on his. after a moment, you broke away from it.

"i'm gonna cum, auston." your words came out in a needy tone, as if asking permission. auston's smirk grew, his top row of teeth sinking to his lower lip as a satisfied groan escaped his throat. talk about sexy. you leaned your head into his hand, doing anything to poise yourself.

"cum for me baby." his seductive tone sent a shockwave through you, it's like you reached your peak on command. your eyes fell shut, your body trembled as the sensations of a powerful orgasm took over. feeling the crotch of your leggings coat with your juices, a cry of pleasure leaving your lips as your fingertips dug into auston's shoulders. you continued your rocking, although your body was quivering as you sunk down from your high. your eyes opened to see a satisfied look on auston's face.

he wasn't done with you yet.