#auston x reader

[misshoneyimhome]

The One With the Road Head I Auston Matthews

Summary; When your boyfriend Auston Matthews remains unusually quiet on the way back from a team event, you choose to express your love and offer a listening ear (and gentle touch), hoping to help him share the concerns that weigh on his mind;

Tags; & Warnings; Auston x reader; oral sex; road-head; (remember, always safety first!)

Words count; 1,3K

Authors notes; nothing much - just a simple little chapter of the Kinktober collection with our loverboy Auston; 

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When your boyfriend, Auston Matthews, was unusually silent during the ride home from a team event, you found yourself wondering what was going on in that hockey-loving head of his. Was it just exhaustion from the game, or was there something else bothering him? You glanced over at him, noticing the way his jaw was clenched and his brows were furrowed as he focused on the street. It was clear that something was bothering him, but he hadn't said a word since you left the event.

As he navigated the streets of Toronto, you debated whether to break the silence or give him some space. You knew Auston well enough to understand that he could be a bit of an introvert at times, and he might need some time to process whatever was on his mind. On the other hand, you were worried about him and wanted to be there to support him if he was going through something tough.

After a few more minutes of tense silence, you decided to reach out and gently placed your hand on his knee. "Hey," you said softly, "Is everything okay, babe?" He glanced at you, his expression softening a little, but he still seemed hesitant to open up.

You gave him a reassuring smile and continued, "You know you can talk to me, right? Whatever's on your mind, I'm here for you." Your voice was gentle and soft, as you didn’t want to trigger anything with a too-determined tone. And then Auston let out a sigh, and finally, the floodgates opened as he began to share his thoughts and feelings. It turned out he had been dealing with some stress related to the team's recent performance, and he had been bottling it up.

And as he kept chatting, you listened attentively, offering a sympathetic ear and words of encouragement. You could feel how his mood shifted to be lighter and more relaxed, which in turn put you at ease as well. It was reassuring to see him unburden himself and find comfort in your presence, and the atmosphere in the car gradually transformed from one of tension to one of understanding and warmth.

However, a small part of you could tell that he still needed some pressure relief - a different kind of pressure. As his mood had changed since you first started driving, you decided to test the waters by gently sliding your hand up a little on his thigh. Your intention was to offer him a different kind of comfort, to let him know that you were there for him in more ways than one.

And Auston, feeling your touch, slightly turned to look at you with a mixture of surprise and appreciation in his eyes before he turned his focus back on the road. It seemed that your subtle gesture was just what he needed in that very moment.

As the soft music played through the speakers and the lights of the city flashed past the windows outside, you looked at the handsome hockey player, doing his best to keep his eyes starring ahead. 

But your eyes were fixed on your boyfriend, and as you continued to softly travel your hand a little further up his thigh, you couldn’t help but notice the small gap that came when he unconsciously parted his lips to let out a small breath, which earned a light smirk to come across your face as you felt the reaction he expressed upon your moves - and it only encouraged you to go further. And as a signal of consent, Auston spread his legs a little, providing you better access to where he’d started to crave your touch. 

Auston was never really the vocal type, but his body language spoke loud and clear. His frustrations had been pending up inside of him for weeks if not months, and he hadn’t had a chance for a proper release due to road trips and media commitments; and when he’d finally come home to your flat, you were mostly already fast asleep. No Auston didn’t just want your touch - he longed for it. 

And as your gentle palm came to cover his slowly growing bulge in his tight dress trousers, his breaths slightly changed to somewhat deeper and heavier, offering a soft desperate exhale as a sign of need for you to do more. And his wish was your command. 

Gently you shifted a little in your seat, as his eyes remained focused on the dark street, and with both hands, you tried your best to fumble with the tight belt of his and awkwardly tried to open the button as well as zip the trousers open. It wasn’t easy, but with a little skilful work of your hands and Auston gently lifting himself a little in the car seat, you managed to pull down the trousers and boxers just enough to release and get a hold of his almost stiff cock. 

Giving it a few soft strokes and gently pulling the tender foreskin back and forth, had Auston tighten his grip on the steering wheel, while letting out soft moans. And as you felt confident by his response, you decided to take it a little step further, and once again shifted in your seat, this time turning entirely towards him and pulling your seat belt just enough to give you space to lean forward and have your head come in closer to his lap. 

The evening was dark, and as you could tell you were driving on roads outside the city, you were sure no one would notice what was going on in the steaming car of yours. 

As your mouth came closer to Auston’s needy member, more moans escaped his lips, feeling your hot breath coming in contact with his skin. Uncontrollably, his hips wiggled showing you his impatience, and you were more than willing to offer him what he needed the most right now. So, you gently embraced his length with your warm and wet mouth, causing louder moans from the large boy from Scottsdale. Low curse words escaped his mouth, as you eagerly took his cock deeper down your throat and welcomed it with saliva and light gagging noises. Noises that were music to Auston’s ears. However, he had to pay attention to his surroundings, for both of your safeties, though he wanted nothing more than to just lean back, relax and let into the sexual touches of yours that had him see stars and beyond. 

“Baby, I can’t hold back,” a husky whisper came from the man towering over you, and though you wanted nothing more than to have him fuck you senseless and make you cum all over his wonderful cock, you mentally decided that this was all about him, and he deserved to be pleased right now. 

So, you gave it your all. Bopping your head, taking him as far down as you could, letting your saliva cover his length and moaning into his throbbing cock. You hallowed your cheeks, feeling every inch of his cock, and with just a few more moves, Auston let out one loud moan, and spilled everything he had held back for long into your mouth. 

And of course, you used your sweet little mouth and tongue to clean him up good, so you wouldn’t make a mess in the car. 

“Oh, fuck baby, that was amazing,” Auston spoke with a rusty voice, doing his best to calm down his breath as you came to sit back in the passenger seat, a satisfied smirk adorning your face. 

“Told you, i was here for you,” you replied sweetly and gently, as Auston tried to tuck his slowly softening cock back into his boxers but gave up on trying to zip and button up his trousers. 

Auston, ever the cheeky and handsome gentleman, couldn’t contain his satisfaction and let out a calm breath. “Yeah, but I also wanted to please you,” he then said, quickly turning his head to look at your smiling face. 

“I know,” you offered a light chuckle. “Then it’s good we’re almost home.”

[datsyuks]

"If You Want Anything All You Have To Do Is Ask"

(Hi everyone. I'm new around these parts. Please enjoy. Leave a like or reblog. If the formatting is weird please let know. i used dreaded notepad and it seems like it was more of a curse than a blessing. i should have more coming soon.)

Warnings: smut toward the end

"I'm going inside. I need a refill," you wave your empty can in the air, "you want anything?" you yell to your friend who was ankle deep in ocean water. "I'm good!" She yells back. You glance down the beach to see if your brother, Mitch, and his friend, Auston, would want a refill but they are down the beach chatting it up with two blondes. "Their loss," you mumble to yourself and hike it up the sand.

The cool air feels good on your skin as you open the freezer to get a popsicle. The sweet treat cooling you down even more. You walk upstairs to your shared bedroom. Clothes litter the ground as you make your way to your phone on the nightstand. You start to edit some pictures to post to Instagram when two hands grab at your waist and tugging your body backwards into something hard.

"Boo," he whispers into your ear, his stubble rubbing lightly on your jaw gives him away. Still, it makes you jump, enough for the phone to slip from your hands and onto the bed. "Auston!" you shout and turn around to push against his chest. He laughs as one hand leaves your waist and envelopes it over your hand on his chest, locking it in place. Warmth radiated from his chest. "How'd you know it was me?"

Of course you knew it was him. It became your first instinct now. Years and years of him coming around allowed you to memorize, every part of him. The way his hand ghosted the small of your back as he past behind you. The way he was somehow always there to reach the cup out of the highest shelf of the kitchen cabinet for you before you could even ask. How fast he volunteered himself to teach you how to play tennis, even after Mitch's relentless teasing. 'She's got potential.' He'd say giving you a smile and a wink.

"No, hold the racket like this," walking behind you, he wraps his arms around yours and held your hands over the tennis racket. His hands enveloped around yours so tightly you could only see bits of your neon colored nail polish. "That way when you swing, you have more control." "Uh huh, " you say suddenly very aware of his closeness. You were caged between his arms and you couldn't help yourself from staring at them. They glisened with sweat and sunscreen. Your eyes trail down to the veins popping out on his forearm from squeezing your hands against the racket.

"Why are you so sift?" He asks and wiggles your arms oblivious to you not listening to him at all. "Sorry, I-" you turn your head to look up at him. You are suddenly aware he is not wearing a shirt, your eyes drag up his chest, taking a pause at the small tattoo on his collarbone. Is that new? you think and look up to his face. He's smirking down at you. "Just loosen up."

He let's go of your hands and walks back to the bench. You gather your thoughts, "get it together, get it together." you chant in a whisper. You swing your arms around, do some stretches, and repeat your chant trying to get the feeling of him off you. "Get it together," you look back at Auston on the bench, he's squirting some water into his mouth before squirting some into his hair. "get it," he runs a hand through his hair and shakes his head, “together." your breathless now.

"Want some?" he offers the bottle toward you. You hold out your hands so he can throw the bottle. But he walks over to you, until he’s face to face, “open up.” He gestures to your mouth. His eyes never leave yours as he squirts some water into his mouth. Your eyes widen at his actions yet you still open your mouth, tilting your head up. Lifting the bottle to your mouth, he squirts some in before spraying it all over your face.

"Auston!" you snap out of your trance and charge at him, trying to grab for the bottle but he holds it out of your reach. "That," jump, "was", jump, "not nice!" With your hands on his shoulders, trying to use him as leverage you jump one last time but it's no use. He laughs even harder at your attempts.

"Ugh!" you stomp toward the bench, hastly grabbing a towel out of your bag. Sitting on the bench, you hear him next to you as he sets down the bottle and picks up his racket. "What? You thought I would squirt the water in my mouth into yours?" he asks, playfully. You choke your water down, "what? No." He raises his eyebrows, “you sure?" he smiles, unconvinced. God, you could melt, not trusting your voice you nod. He drops his smile and takes a few steps toward you. “Ok, if you want anything all you have to do is ask, ya know." Is this a dream? Does he even know what he's saying? He must know. He has to know how he affects you. He-' His body is right in front of you, he leans down so he's eye level.

His mouth opens as if he's going to say something, but nothing comes out. You noticably gulp and nervously shift your hands on your water bottle. "Now," he tries again. His eyes glance down to your mouth then back to your eyes. Your body tenses up when you feel his fingertips graze your bare knee. They leave a trail of fire until he slips them under the hem of your tennis skirt. Water droplets fall from his hair and onto your exposed leg. His eyes glance down again, his tounge wets his lips, and his breathing becomes slightly harder. Your still frozen in place when his eyes snap back up to yours.

"Let's play," he grabs the ball you put in your shorts pocket and turns around towards the other end of the court. You suck in a breath, quickly stand to your feet, and brush off the invisible dirt off your skirt. "Yeah, let's play."

You're brought back to reality when he squeezes your hand. "You okay?" His thumb brushes circles onto the back of your hand. Your eyes instincivitly go to his mouth then back to his eyes. You nod.

"Whatcha eating there?" nodding at your hand. Your eyes glance toward your other hand, now being covered by the melting treat. "A popsicle," your voice finally comes out in a whisper. This might be the only chance to spark something, anything, before he goes back to Toronto. Before he's gone away for months. Before, god forbid, he brings another girl to the lakehouse. Before he moves on and leaves you behind and you're stuck in a spirl of what could've happend.

"Do you want to try it?" you ask, almost as quietly as before. His eyes search yours to see if you're joking. In all his years of knowing you, he was always the one teasing.

You bring the treat in front of his mouth, "go ahead. I want you to have a bite." His hand leaves your hip and wraps over yours on the stick. His tongue licks a long strip up the popsicle. His plump lips wrap around the top breaking off a piece. He goes in for another lick going slower this time, teasing you. His lips are covered in the blue liquid. He goes in for another lick when you pull the stick from him and into your mouth. You close your eyes and let out a moan as you taste him and the blue raspberry.

Opening you eyes, you hold you the last piece toward him, "you want some more?" Eager, he leans in but you're quicker, pulling the rest of the popsicle in your mouth, "come and get it."

Dropping your hands and grabbing your hips slamming your body into his. His mouth in on yours, licking his way in. His hand glides up your back until the reach your neck holding you in place. He tastes like the popsicle and warm bud light.

Tossing the popsicle stick to the ground, your hands trail down to the waistband of his bathinsuit. He pulls away, out of breath. "get on the bed." He presses a small, gentle kiss to your lips before letting go. "sit onthe edge."

He spreads your legs apart and unties the little bows on sides of your bathing suit bottoms. The cold air makes you shiver and snaps you out of your fantasy. Does he really want to do this? What's going to happen after? How do you go back to being civil, especially if he sucks? “Auston," you say out of breath, "you don't have to do this. We can just-" You couldn't finish and let out a whimper as he lightly bites the inside of your thigh. "No talking." He flattens his togune against you and licks up.

A moan escapes your lips and your fingers tangle in his hair. “Oh my god, yes." He wraps his arms tighter around your legs as he continues lapping you up. He licks up and down slowly, dragging his tongue over every inch, before dipping inside to tease your clit. He goes around tugging, biting, licking getting lost in the way you taste. "Do you want me to keep going?" He swirls his tongue around your hole.

"Yes," you groan out, before he dives right in, until you are shaking aginst him, "keep going." Two of his fingers replace his tongue and you arch into his mouth. “That's right baby, just tell me what you want." His fingers speed up and you whimper, "i'm close." He pulls out his fingers before slamming them back in curling up just to find the right spot.

"That's it baby," he leans up and takes your nipple in his mouth. Another moan leaves you lips as your orgasm washes over you. Auston slows his fingers down before sliding them out and pops them into his mouth.

Trying to catch you breath, he kisses along your jaw before connecting your lips. "I'll repay you later?" "Don’t worry about it. You asked so nicely. I just had to give you what you want.”One more kiss and he stands back up. Stretching his arms. “We should get going before anyone else comes in." The reality sets in and your body becomes heavy. You snap out of it and shake your head, "Hey Aus-," but you couldn't even get his name out before you heard the back door slam shut.

[daeniradraconis]

can i req a auston matthews x reader where they are in a like semi-secret relationship and the whole team is at a bar dancing after a big win and they are just in their own world dancing together

Sorry darling, this took me way too long, but I hope you’re going to like this🫶

Warm and Sneaky

You’re warm from the drinks — flushed cheeks, heavy limbs, a soft buzz spreading through your chest — but your fingers are still cold. Not frozen, just that stubborn kind of chill that clings after a long night out. The bar isn’t technically cold, but the music’s too loud, your legs are aching, and it’s the kind of late where everything starts to feel dreamlike — a little loose around the edges.

And then there’s Auston.

Just standing a few feet away like it's nothing — hoodie slung over his broad shoulders, sleeves shoved up to his elbows, tattoos winding lazily over the muscle of his forearms. One hand curls around a half-finished drink, the other tucked into his pocket, like he’s settled in for the night with nowhere better to be.

He radiates warmth. Not just because of the fleece hoodie — though that oversized thing practically begs to be stolen — but because he is warmth. The kind that settles deep, that lingers. The kind of heat that feels like it was made just for you.

His skin holds the soft gold of a late July afternoon, still sun-kissed even in the dead of winter. His eyes are brown and slow-burning — the kind that melt like caramel or whiskey left too long on your tongue. His black hair is a little messy, falling over his forehead in a way that softens him further, especially when he leans in and looks at you like you’re the only person in the room.

And then there’s his body — broad, steady, the kind that makes you feel small just by proximity. Protective without trying. He’s a human furnace you want to curl up against. And you don’t even question the need to be near him — it feels natural. Instinctual. Like gravity.

Maybe it’s the alcohol. Maybe it’s the hour.

Or maybe it’s just him.

Because even though he’s doing nothing special — just standing there, hoodie loose around his frame, that easy look on his face — your body’s already moving. Pulled toward him.

You don’t stop to overthink it.

Your fingers twitch.

And then you reach for the hem of his hoodie.

He doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t step back. Just arches a brow as your cold hands catch the edge of the fabric.

“What are you doing?” he asks, entirely without protest.

“Getting warm,” you say, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Don’t move.”

There’s a flicker in his eyes — amusement, maybe surprise — but no resistance. If anything, he’s just waiting to see what you’ll do next. And he loves this — loves when you take what’s already yours.

So you slide your arms around his waist and duck under the hoodie from below like you own the place. It hikes up a little, your face emerging just beneath the neckline, eyes bright as you glance up at him.

The scent of him hits you all at once — clean laundry, cedar, something sharper from his cologne, and something else that’s just him. Familiar. Warm in the way memories are.

He laughs, startled and soft, his chest rising under your cheek as his arms instinctively lift to give you space.

“Jesus,” he mutters, his voice vibrating through your whole body. “You’re insane.”

“I’m freezing!”

“Your nose is freezing,” he says, incredulous. “I can feel it on my skin.”

“That’s literally the point.” You tilt your head, peeking up at him again, chin resting lightly against his sternum. The hoodie’s all bunched around you both now, like a tent. “You’re big. I like it.”

You nuzzle your cheek against him, chasing the heat, and feel the deep breath he draws in response. He’s still got that half-amused smile — the lazy one that says he’s mildly annoyed but completely gone for you.

“I’ll get you a new one,” you mumble, smug and cozy. “Since I’m clearly stealing this one in broad daylight.”

That earns a real laugh — sharp, involuntary — one of those ones that bursts out of him before he can help it.

“Absolutely not,” he says. “This is my favorite Patagonia hoodie.”

“What? Why not?” you grin, poking his chest. “I’ll get you something better.”

“You have terrible taste in hoodies.”

“I do not.”

“You do,” he insists, dipping his chin so his face is closer to yours. “You bought Willy that one that said ‘Chill Daddy’ in glitter letters.”

“It was ironic!”

“It was traumatizing.”

You laugh into his chest, the hoodie slipping further over your head as you burrow in. His hands settle against your back, anchoring you there as the two of you sway slightly where you stand.

“I’m serious,” you say, voice muffled against his shirt. “I’ll get you one from that pretentious LA store you like. With the stupid long sleeves and the tags that itch.”

“You mean Balenciaga,” he deadpans.

“Exactly! See? I know your taste.”

“I don’t want a pity hoodie from someone who wore cowboy boots with a silk skirt last week.”

“They were cute!”

“They were a cry for help.”

“Oh please — I’m not taking fashion advice from a man who wears a paperclip as an earring.”

“Right. Coming from Miss Socks-with-Sandals. Are you sure you wanna start this conversation?”

You gasp, all mock outrage, and give him a dramatic thump on the chest. He catches your hand mid-swing, lacing your fingers together without even thinking. Your hand ends up sandwiched between his and the heat of his chest, and you fall quiet for a moment.

Still tucked under the hoodie, you look up at him, eyes soft.

“You’re really not gonna let me replace it?”

“Nope.”

“Even though I’m literally inside it like a human backpack right now?”

“Especially because of that.”

There’s a pause. A long, slow beat of shared breath, close space, and that look he gives you when he thinks you’re not paying attention — the one that’s so full of quiet affection it makes your stomach flip.

“I don’t want a new one,” he says, voice low. “I like this one. With you in it.”

You break into the stupidest, softest grin, your whole face lighting up before you can stop it. You press a gentle kiss against his chest, right over where his heart beats steady and strong.

“I love you, Papi.”

“I love you too, Mami.”

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From across the bar, the new guys are watching.

It’s not exactly intentional — more like inevitable. Because how do you not look when someone is crawling inside the team captain’s hoodie like it’s their own personal shelter?

Scott Laughton narrows his eyes, trying to make sense of what he’s seeing. “Okay, am I drunk,” he mutters to Brandon Carlo, “or is she literally... inside his hoodie?”

Carlo doesn’t respond right away. He’s too busy staring. Auston’s just standing there — big and steady, one hand tucked into his pocket, the other loosely resting on your back like it belongs there. You’re fully bundled up inside his clothes, face peeking out from the neckline like this is the most obvious, casual thing in the world.

“I thought they weren’t a thing,” Carlo says finally, brows furrowed. “She’s Nylander’s sister, right?”

“Yeah,” Scott says. “Yeah, she is.”

They both slowly turn to look at the booth behind them, where the rest of the Leafs are hanging out like this is just another Tuesday. Mitch is scrolling TikTok. Morgan’s sipping his beer. William — your older brother — is chewing his dinner slowly, completely unbothered.

“Hey,” Scott says, gesturing toward the scene across the bar. “Do you guys see that?”

Mitch glances up lazily. “Yeah?”

“That’s not weird to you?” Carlo asks. “She’s practically in his hoodie.”

Willie doesn’t even look. “She’s probably just cold.”

“She’s always cold,” Morgan adds, smirking into his drink.

“No, like—” Scott waves a hand. “That’s not just cold. That’s...that’s domestic. Like I’m watching a Hallmark movie in real time.”

“They’re like this all the time,” Mitch shrugs. “Nothing new.”

Carlo stares. Auston shifts his stance slightly, adjusting to your weight like he’s done it a thousand times. Your head’s resting just under his chin now, and you look… safe. Like you’re home.

“She’s in his clothes,” Scott emphasizes. “That’s not a casual-friend move.”

“Oh no,” Morgan agrees, “they’re definitely in love.”

“But they say they’re not,” Mitch says, grinning.

“And they’re extremely bad at lying,” adds Jarnkrok, like it’s a known fact. “But they’re committed to it.”

“Wait,” Carlo says, glancing again at Willie, “you’re just... okay with it? That’s your sister, man.”

Willie finally looks up, shrugs. “She’s happy. He’s good to her.”

Scott looks back at you and Auston. Auston’s rubbing slow, lazy circles against your back now, eyes half-lidded, like there’s nowhere else he’d rather be. You’re tucked under his chin, arms locked around his middle, completely still — not speaking, not even moving — like the entire world has narrowed down to just this one, quiet space.

And it’s silent. Just stolen glances, the occasional flicker of a smile, and the way you sway slightly like music’s still playing just for you.

“This is crazy,” Carlo whispers, like he’s witnessing a miracle. “They really think they’re being subtle?”

Willie pops another fry into his mouth. “Oh yeah. Total stealth mode.”

“They’re not even talking,” Scott says. “They’re just... standing there. Together.”

“They do that a lot,” Mitch replies, casually reaching over to steal a piece of meat off William’s plate. “No words. Just cuddling.”

“Nobody even care anymore” Morgan adds, nodding in agreement.

“They never say anything,” Mitch says, rolling his eyes. “Ask them and it’s always—” he lifts his fingers to make exaggerated air quotes, “—‘good friends.’”

Carlo rubs a hand down his face. “This is like watching two golden retrievers try to keep a secret.”

“You should see them on road trips,” Jarnkrok jumps in again. “She joined the physio team last year, and since then, they’ve been inseparable. On the plane, she’s always the first to curl up on his shoulder or lap, headphones shared, totally knocked out while he zones out or watches game footage. When Auston’s stressed before a big game, she’s the only one who can calm him down — a quick forehead kiss or a few quiet words, and he’s ready to focus again. They grab meals together in the team hotel, swapping bites and teasing each other about their routines. She knows exactly how he likes his pre-game coffee and when he needs a break. And don’t even get me started on their hoodie exchange — it’s basically a running joke that half his merch ends up on her.”

Scott is still staring. “And you’re all just... fine with this?”

Willie shrugs again. “Auston doesn’t mess around. If it wasn’t real, he wouldn’t be touching her like that.”

Across the bar, Auston leans down and presses a soft kiss to the top of your head. You don’t even react — like it’s muscle memory. Like it’s happened a hundred times.

“Alright, this is starting to be a little too much,” Mitch grumbles, squinting like the sheer force of his disgust might shatter you two apart. “There’s cute, and then there’s I might barf cute—and we’ve definitely crossed that line.”

“Isn’t that just called love, Mitchell?” Morgan drawls, not looking up from his drink.

“It’s called unfair,” Mitch mutters. “Steph’s back in Toronto with the baby and I’m stuck here watching them make eyes at each other like nobody else exists. I feel abandoned.”

“You trying to stop them with dirty looks and it won’t work,” Mo adds. “You’ve tried, like a hundred times. They’re in too deep. It’s a lost cause.”

Willie lifts his glass, the corner of his mouth twitching with a barely-there smile. “Let them be.”

Across the bar, Auston shifts slightly, one hand resting low on your back, the other tucking more of his hoodie around your shoulders like it’s his full-time job to keep you warm. You tilt your head against his chest without thinking, lips curved faintly, eyes shut.

“I miss Steph,” Mitch groans. “She’d be gagging with me right now.”

“She’d also be filming it,” Morgan adds, “and sending it to your mom. They made some bet on when Y/N and Auston are gonna break the news.”

“How do you even know that, man?” Mitch mutters.

“Tessa’s in on the bet too,” Morgan replies, a loving smile playing on his lips as he mentions his wife.

They all glance over again.

You’re practically asleep on your feet now, swaying slightly in Auston’s arms as he rubs lazy circles into your back. His chin rests on your head. You breathe in sync.

William smiles at the sight of you. His chest swells with a quiet, proud love watching you being so safe and so loved. After all, this is all a big brother could wish for. Auston looks up from holding you and catches William’s eye. His soft smile twists into a cocky, playful grin — like he’s silently saying, Yeah, I’m lucky, and I know it. William shakes his head with a quiet laugh, the kind that holds respect and a little bit of fond amusement. No words are needed — just a shared understanding and the unspoken bond they both have for you.

[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."

[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 ╰┈➤ AM34

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.

[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.

—

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.

—

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.

—

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.

—

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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[captain-bubble-wrap]

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. "

[geeinthejungle]

wasteland, baby.

Summary: Your journey with Auston during the 2024 playoffs, where everything changes.

We need to talk.

Four words no one EVER wants to hear from their partner. Or read. Or...anything.

Auston had sent the text exactly 18 minutes ago and you’d been spiraling ever since.

You were sitting in your car outside his condo for at least ten of those minutes, engine off, fingers clenched tight around the steering wheel as if you could throttle the meaning out of that one vague, horrible sentence.

Did he want to break up? Did he cheat? Did he ask for a trade? Had he realized that dating you was some sort of colossal mistake and now he had to fix it before playoffs?

Your chest was tight, stomach twisted up in a knot that might never come undone.

You don’t even remember walking up to the door.

With a trembling hand, you forced yourself to knock. It’s not loud. Just a soft, uneven tap-tap-tap that gives you away before you even open your mouth.

The door swings open.

He's standing there in sweats and a hoodie, hat on with tufts of hair sticking out of the back, curls damp like he’d just gotten out of the shower. He looks tired—more than tired. Haunted by back-to-back home losses and whatever weight comes with being Auston Matthews in April. Even in the midst of leading the league in goals.

"Hey," he says softly, voice lower than usual. His eyes flick across your face like he’s reading your pulse in every blink.

"Hi." The word barely escapes your lips. You clear your throat, forcing your chin up. “Let’s just get this over with. I’m a big girl, I can handle it.”

His brow furrows. “What do you mean ‘get it over with?’”

You laugh—but it’s brittle, edged in panic.

“Auston, you literally texted me ‘we need to talk.’ That's the universal code for ‘I think we should break up.’ Everyone knows that.”

He hesitates for a second and you're seriously regretting every decision you’ve ever made because it has led you to this very moment.

And then he laughs—a short, exhale of disbelief—and runs a hand down his face. “Babe, no. Oh my god. No, that’s not—I didn’t mean it like that.”

He steps back, letting you in. Felix trails behind him, tail wagging like nothing in the world could possibly be wrong. He noses at your leg, whines softly.

You blink down at him. “Hey, buddy,” you whisper, scratching behind his ears. Felix presses into you like he can sense the leftover adrenaline in your bones.

Auston waits until you take off your shoes before tugging you into his arms, wrapping you up like he needs to feel you breathing to relax.

He kisses the top of your head. Then your temple. Then your lips—slow, careful, like he’s afraid you’re still going to vanish.

If this is the last kiss you’re ever going to get, you want to savor it before he gives you whatever earth shattering news he’s holding onto.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs. “I should’ve phrased it better. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Your hands slide under the hem of his hoodie, settling against the warm skin of his back. You can feel his heartbeat against your chest. It’s a little fast. Yours still hasn’t slowed.

“Then what did you want to talk about?” you ask, quieter now.

He sighs and guides you to the couch, where Felix hops up and curls into his usual spot. Auston sits beside you, close enough to touch, but still a little tense.

“The playoffs,” he says, voice low. “I just, I wanted to be honest. The schedule’s brutal. I’m gonna be gone a lot, and even when I’m not physically gone, I might not feel totally here, y’know?”

You nod, throat tight. He glances at you and keeps going.

“I don’t want you to think I’m ignoring you, or losing interest, or pulling away. I care about you. So much. More than I expected to this early on. But I also—this is the biggest part of my year. The goal is the Cup. It always has been. I need to be locked in with the boys, and I just didn’t want that to come off like I was locking you out.”

There’s a pause. You let his words settle. Let yourself believe him. Trust him.

You take a breath. “I get it, Aus. I do.” You curl your fingers around his. “This is your job. Your dream. I’m not here to get in the way of that. So thank you. For saying it instead of just disappearing.”

His shoulders relax just enough that you notice it. “You’re sure?”

“I’m sure. I’ll miss you like hell. But I’d miss you even more if you lost yourself trying to split in two.”

He exhales a breath you didn’t realize he was holding. His eyes soften, the kind of look that makes your chest ache.

“God, you’re so great.”

“Yeah, I know,” you deadpan, nudging him lightly. “So great I thought you were going to break up with me and still came over.”

He leans in and presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth—gentle, warm, apologetic. “I’m sorry I scared you.”

You nod. “It’s okay. Just…please try your best to come back with the Cup.”

He laughs quietly, resting his forehead against yours. “That’s the goal.”

“Ah, I see what you did there.”

The hours pass too quickly, the evening a blur of quiet conversation, shared silences, and Felix curling up at your feet like he’s guarding something precious. When it’s time to leave, Auston walks you to the door, his fingers laced through yours like letting go would physically hurt.

You're not ready either.

You pause just before reaching for the handle, turning to face him. He’s already watching you— his honey brown eyes hooded and warm, like he’s memorizing every detail of your face in high definition for the days he won’t be able to see it. His thumb strokes the inside of your wrist—barely there, but enough to make your breath catch.

“You sure you don’t want me to stay?” you ask, teasing, but not really.

His smile curves, slow and deliberate. “You have to go,” he murmurs, stepping closer, close enough for your bodies to brush. “Because if you don’t, I’m gonna forget every single thing I just said about staying focused.”

You tilt your chin up, matching his energy. “I wouldn’t complain.”

He leans in, close enough for his breath to ghost across your lips. “You’re not helping. At all."

Then his mouth is on yours.

It starts soft—sweet, even—but there's a heat humming beneath it, a current that builds as his hands slide to your waist and pull you flush against him. You melt into the kiss, arms wrapping around his neck, fingers diving into the curls at the nape of his neck. He groans softly into your mouth, a low, involuntary sound that makes your stomach flip.

You kiss him like you’re trying to make the next nine days disappear. Like maybe if you pour enough of yourself into this moment, it’ll last.

His grip tightens, then roams—up your spine, firm and steady, anchoring you to him. Your hips brush, and the spark of contact lights you both up from the inside out. His tongue slides against yours, slow and deliberate, until your knees weaken and your back finds the support of the wall behind you.

He pulls away just enough to whisper against your lips, breath ragged. “You really know how to test my self-control, don’t you?”

You smirk, dragging your nails lightly across the back of his neck. “I like seeing you flustered.”

“I’m not flustered,” he lies—then kisses you again, harder this time. Like he’s trying to undo the inevitable. Like he’s trying to burn the taste of you into memory.

Felix huffs from the couch, dramatic and perfectly timed.

Auston leans his head back and laughs, breathless. “Cockblock.”

You both laugh, but when you meet his eyes again, the moment hangs heavier. The goodbye lingering between you starts to settle.

He reaches for the door again, but your fingers curl around his wrist.

“I just need one more. Something to hold me over while you're gone,” you murmur, already stepping into him.

He walks you backward until your hips bump the kitchen counter, then lifts you up like it’s nothing. The cool surface meets the backs of your thighs, but all you can focus on is him—his hands holding your face, his mouth crashing into yours. This kiss is heat and want, all breath and desperation, his tongue sliding against yours with a low, wrecked sound in the back of his throat.

One of his hands disappears into your hair, angling your head so he can kiss you deeper. You feel him everywhere—his chest against yours, the pressure of his fingertips, the tension barely leashed in the way he moves.

When he finally pulls back for air, his lips hover against yours. “Jesus,” he whispers. “You’re gonna ruin me.”

You breathe out a soft laugh, forehead resting against his. “Just giving you a little extra motivation.”

You hop off the counter, legs a little wobbly, and reach for the door again.

“Call me when you land in Boston?” you ask, fingers lingering on the handle.

He nods. “I will. Promise.”

You step outside. The air feels colder somehow.

He doesn’t close the door right away. Just watches you walk to the elevator. You glance back just before the doors close.

Auston is still there.

One hand braced on the doorframe. A ghost of a smile.

Eyes on you like he’s trying to count the seconds until he gets to see you again.

You don’t say goodbye.

Neither does he.

You just keep looking.

Until the doors close, and he’s gone.

The next nine days are a blur. Deadlines, meetings, scrolling through your phone like it might bring him closer. But living in Toronto while dating one of the city’s biggest public figures?

Painful.

He’s everywhere. You see his face on billboards during your drive to work, his voice sounds in commercials over brunch, he's on highlight reels in the background of bars. And yes, you’ve texted here and there. A few “good mornings,” the occasional “how was practice.” But it’s not the same. It’s not his voice in your ear, or his hand on the small of your back. It's not him.

And no one really knows. You haven’t told your friends—partly because you’re not ready to share, partly because you know what would follow. Questions, curiosity. Some would want to meet him. Others would ask for tickets. Everyone would have something to say. You’ve only said you’re seeing someone. That you’re happy. That’s all they need to know.

Auston’s not known for putting his business out there anyway. Rumors, speculations, grainy photos in the offseason—but two public relationships in eight NHL seasons tells you all you need to know. Privacy matters. And the last thing you need is someone digging up photos of you from grade eight.

Game one in Boston? A disaster.

5–1. Not the kind of start anyone wanted. Not you. Not the city. Definitely not the team.

You didn’t hear from him that night. Twenty-one minutes of ice time probably left him drained and face-first in a hotel pillow before you even left your friend's house, where you'd been watching the game. Still, the next morning you texted him—something simple. One game doesn’t define the series. Game two is yours.

You didn’t expect a reply. But he liked the message. Sent a single blue heart.

And somehow, that was enough of a boost of energy to get you out of bed.

You cleaned your apartment, packed a week’s worth of clothes, and drove downtown to Auston’s. Melissa, his dog sitter, greeted you warmly. Felix had already gone for his walk, she said, and was snoozing by the window when you stepped inside. The second he spotted you, though, the fluffball practically launched himself into your legs, whining until you scooped him into a hug.

Being with Felix felt like being with Auston. He was spoiled, dramatic, and occasionally too smart for his own good—but so, so sweet. The two of them were more alike than you’d ever tell them.

By the time puck drop rolled around for game two, Felix was tucked against your side, one paw on your thigh, his head resting on it like you were a human pillow. He stayed there the entire game.

And Auston? He played out of his mind.

One goal. Two assists. A 3–2 win to tie the series.

The second the final buzzer sounded, your heart jumped into your throat. He was coming home. And the only thing you wanted was to kiss him. Talk to him. Feel him.

You felt like some army wife waiting for her husband to return from war—only, you weren’t married, you were staying in a million-dollar condo, and his version of war was a high-stakes hockey tournament with a thirty-pound silver trophy at the end of it.

It was just past 1 a.m. when you heard the door open. A soft shuffle, the click of keys hitting the counter. Then—

There he was.

Auston didn’t even bother putting his bags down properly. He just dropped them by the door and walked straight into the living room.

Right to you.

You barely had time to register him before he dropped onto the couch, onto you, arms wrapping around you like he could fold you into his chest.

“You’ve been home for five minutes and you’re already trying to suffocate me?”

“Suffocation’s my love language,” he mumbles, shifting so you’re straddling his lap. “Now, there's something I've been thinking about since the minute you left last time.”

He kisses you slowly, thoroughly—like he’s trying to remember every curve of your mouth. His lips are soft, his hands warm on your back, and God, he smells like hotel shampoo and his usual cologne and a little bit like sweat and flight delays. You breathe it in like oxygen.

He’s home.

One of Auston’s favorite things about you—though he’s never really said it out loud—is that you’re his escape. With you, he’s not #34. Not the guy expected to carry a franchise. You don’t pepper him with stats or ask him about power plays or bring up what the Toronto media thinks he should’ve done on the penalty kill. You just... talk. Or don’t. Sometimes it’s enough to sit in silence and let the noise of the outside world fade.

Tonight, you talk about the Biebers’ baby announcement. How he wants you to meet Justin and Hailey soon. You ramble about brunch—some crème brûlée French toast you swear changed your life. He insists his chef Chris needs to steal the recipe immediately.

“I missed this,” he whispers into your neck. “Nine days was a really long time.”

“It was,” you admit, jaw cracking with a yawn. “I hated it.”

“Me too.” He yawns too, stretching with a groan. “You ready for bed?”

You nod, letting him pull you up off the couch, stealing a quick kiss.

Felix sprints up the stairs the second you stand—clearly knowing the drill. You both brush your teeth side by side, bumping shoulders in the mirror. Auston hands you one of his shirts—your favorite, the worn-soft one with the tiny hole near the collar.

You fall asleep with your head on his chest, legs tangled, his breath warm on your hair.

And for the first time in over a week, your world feels like it's moving at a normal pace.

2:47 a.m.

Auston had passed out the second his head hit the pillow. The kind of dead-to-the-world sleep that only happens after a grueling game and days of travel. It lasted exactly thirty-two minutes.

He’d felt off since the plane landed—achy, sore, heavier than he should feel two games into a series. At first, he’d chalked it up to playoff wear and tear. But now?

Now his insides were twisting violently, like his stomach was trying to crawl out through his throat. A cold sweat had broken out along his spine. He threw the duvet off, rolled onto his side, curled in on himself, and clenched his eyes shut like that would stop it.

He was overheating, but shivering. Skin on fire, teeth nearly chattering. He took long, slow breaths—counting them like he could outlast it.

He couldn’t.

An hour later he was lurching out of bed, barely making it to the toilet before he vomited so hard it knocked the wind out of him. His arms trembled as he clutched the rim, back arched in protest, body betraying him over and over.

The sound of retching yanked you out of sleep like a violent thunderstorm.

Your first real night of deep sleep in days, wrecked in seconds.

Immediately, you sat upright, heart pounding, reaching for Auston. All you found were empty sheets. Then you heard it again. Guttural, awful, the sound of someone being ripped inside out.

You scrambled into the bathroom.

“Oh my god, baby.”

He was on the floor, hunched over the toilet, dripping sweat. His shirt clung to his back, soaked through. His hands were white-knuckled on the porcelain, arms visibly shaking from the effort.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” you whispered, kneeling beside him, your hand rubbing firm circles over his shoulder blades.

“F—fuck,” he panted, head hanging. “It hit so fast—I couldn’t—”

He gagged again, jerking forward violently, ribs seizing. You winced as he coughed and spat and gasped for breath, his body wrung dry but still convulsing.

“Okay,” you murmured, trying to sound calm. “Um—I’m gonna grab some water. Don’t move.”

He groaned. “I honestly don’t think I can.”

You flushed the toilet for him. He slumped forward, resting his head on the cool ceramic, breathing hard. Felix padded in behind you and curled up beside him protectively, like he sensed something was really wrong.

You bolted downstairs—panic fueling your movements. You grabbed water bottles, painkillers, a bottle of Prime, and, miraculously, a thermometer from the back of a guest bathroom drawer. You returned to the bathroom moments later, breathless.

Auston had managed to rinse his mouth. Barely. He looked like hell. Pale. Damp. Eyes glassy with fever. Felix now sat practically in his lap.

You dropped to your knees and pressed the thermometer into his mouth. “Here, water. Just sip. Slowly. Do you feel any better?”

He shook his head, lips pressed shut around the thermometer. You soaked a washcloth in cold water, wrung it out, and pressed it to the back of his neck.

Beep.

You looked down.

103.1

Your stomach dropped. Your brain short-circuited.

Auston was sick. Really sick. And no one knew. Not the team. Not the media. Not his coach. Just you. And game three was in thirty-seven hours.

You watched, helpless, as he threw up again—water, this time. His body couldn’t keep anything down.

“It’s okay,” you whispered, voice shaking. “You’re okay. Just let it out.”

Once the worst of it passed, he let you help him stand. He was dead weight against you, legs barely cooperating. You guided him to bed, peeled off his damp shirt, and laid a fresh towel across the pillow before easing him back down. You laid the cool rag across his forehead.

He blinked at you—eyes glazed with fever.

“Baby,” you said gently, “I need to unlock your phone. Just for a second.”

He didn’t argue. Just barely raised his head as you held it up. His face unlocked it, and he collapsed right back onto the bed.

Who the hell were you going to call? You'd met Steph Marner in passing, once. You didn't even know if Sheldon Keefe knew you existed so that was out of the question. You scrolled through his extensive contact list and settled upon your safest choice.

Judd.

Auston's agent and basically his right hand man. Judd went with him everywhere. He would know exactly what to do. You shared the contact with yourself and put Auston's phone back on the charger, immediately calling your new lifeline.

No answer. His phone must have been on Do Not Disturb. You weren't surprised, it was barely 6am.

You called again.

And again.

Finally—on the fourth ring—his sleepy voice on the end of the line hit your ears. "This is Judd. Who is this?"

“Hi—it’s me. Y/N. I’m really sorry, I know it’s early, but—Auston’s sick. Really sick. And I didn’t know who else to call.”

There was rustling on the other end. A sharp breath and a few curse words. “How bad?”

“Bad. His fever’s 103. He can’t keep water down. He’s sleeping now but I don’t think he could stand up again if he tried.”

“Okay. Okay, good job. I’ll get the team docs over within the hour. I’m on my way.”

“Thank you,” you exhaled. “Seriously.”

“You did the right thing. Just keep him cool. I’ll see you soon.”

Just like Judd promised, Dr. Forman and half the Leafs medical staff arrived in what felt like minutes, filing into Auston’s bedroom with quiet urgency. It was like watching a pit crew descend on a totaled race car.

They took vitals, blood pressure, checked his pupils, asked questions you didn’t know how to answer—when did the vomiting start? Was there a fever spike? Had he eaten sushi in the last 48 hours?

The moment they hooked up the IV and you saw the clear liquid drip into his arm, you had to swallow hard against a wave of emotion. Auston didn’t even flinch. His arm lay limp at his side, barely twitching when the needle went in. Even though the man was covered in tattoos and built like a linebacker, that scared you more than anything.

His skin was graying. His lips looked painfully dry. And he hadn’t said a full sentence in over an hour.

The doctors promised to monitor him throughout the day and said they’d reassess later to determine his availability for game three.

You already knew what Auston would say. “I’m fine.”

But you weren’t sure he'd be able to get out of bed today, let alone play a full game tomorrow.

They were gone within the hour, replaced by a series of soft knocks on the front door.

You padded downstairs, assuming it was Judd again—maybe back with more electrolytes or a doctor from Switzerland. Instead, you opened the door to four people...and immediately wished you were wearing literally anything else.

Two older adults stood in front, both holding suitcases. The woman had warm, curious eyes. The man had a neutral expression, the kind that probably didn’t change much in crisis—or weddings. Behind them stood two younger women, both staring at you like they’d just walked in on a very intense hostage situation.

There was a pause.

You suddenly became extremely aware of the fact that you were in one of Auston’s oversized hoodies, with a visible stain near the pocket, and your hair looked like you’d been electrocuted during a tornado. Which was, coincidentally, how you felt.

“Hi,” the woman said gently, stepping forward. “I’m Ema. Auston’s mom.”

You immediately stepped aside, trying not to panic. “Oh—hi! Yes! Come in, sorry. I just—yeah. Sorry.”

“This is my husband Brian,” she continued, gesturing. “And these are our daughters, Alex and Bre.”

“I’m Y/N,” you said quickly. “I...I don’t know if Auston’s mentioned me.”

“He has,” Bre said, grinning. “I forced it out of him a couple weeks ago when I caught him smiling at his phone like an idiot.”

Alex snorted. “Let me guess. He didn’t tell you we were flying in?”

You shook your head. “He, um...didn’t really get the chance. He’s—he’s actually really sick. The team doctors just left. That’s...kind of why I look like a raccoon who lost custody of her kids.”

Brian frowned instantly. “He’s sick? When did this happen? I talked to him last night and he seemed fine.”

“It started early this morning. He woke up feeling awful and he’s been completely out of it since. He couldn’t keep anything down. He’s upstairs resting now. They gave him an IV.”

Ema’s hand flew to her mouth. “Dios mío. My baby.” And without waiting another second, she turned and made a beeline for the stairs.

“Wait, so let me get this straight,” Bre said, blinking. “Auston—my brother, Auston—threw up. In front of you. And let you take care of him?”

You gave a half-smile. “He didn’t exactly have a choice. He was on the bathroom floor clinging to life. I thought he was gonna pass out cold.”

Alex looked vaguely impressed. “Wow. He must really like you.”

“I think he just physically couldn’t argue.”

“Oh my God,” you said suddenly, cheeks flushing. “I didn’t even offer—do you guys want water or coffee or anything? Help with your bags?”

“No, you’re good,” Bre said, already dropping her purse and sitting on the couch like this was a regular Tuesday. “But we do have a few questions for you.”

Brian sighed like a man who’d done this song and dance before, taking his and Ema’s bags to one of the guest rooms without another word.

Meanwhile upstairs, Ema stepped into the master bedroom and nearly staggered at the sight.

Her son—her baby boy—was curled under a blanket, IV in his arm, lips cracked and colorless, cheeks flushed with fever. He looked ten years younger and ten pounds lighter. She moved quietly across the room, hand to her chest, tears threatening.

She sat on the edge of the bed and brushed his damp curls back from his forehead.

“No hockey,” she whispered softly, fiercely. “No games. No cameras. Just rest. You get better, okay? That’s the only thing I care about.”

Alex and Bre settle on opposite ends of the sofa, coffee mugs in hand, eyes flicking over you like customs agents. They’re polite—smiles and thank-yous—but every question has a security-checkpoint edge. And you really couldn't afford to be put on their No Fly list.

Bre starts her expert questioning, “so… what do you do when you’re not reviving my brother from the dead?”

“I'm a Global Wealth Management Specialist at Scotiabank.” And currently an unlicensed ICU nurse, you almost add.

Alex speaks up next. “And you two met… ?”

“At a charity gala in October. If he’d felt human this morning, he’d have warned me you were coming. Believe me, I’d have surrendered the hoodie and staged a hair intervention.”

Both sisters laugh but the appraisal lingers—part protectiveness, part hope.

Before the next interrogation round, the front door bangs open and Judd strides in, half-jogging up the stairs. Twenty minutes later he trudges back with Ema, looking as if someone replaced his blood with cold coffee.

Judd sinks down onto the loveseat, “he’s a statue. The man hates sitting still and hasn’t even twitched.”

“Doctors think it’s really bad food poisoning, maybe viral," you inform him. "They’ll said they'll reassess this afternoon.”

Ema’s eyes sheen. Brian’s palm lands gently on her shoulder. She snaps into mom mode.

“I need tortilla-soup ingredients, oatmeal, Sprite, ginger…Chris just got here—I’ll text him a list.”

Kitchen drawers bang, phones beep. Brian and Judd start muttering about ‘contingency plans’—code for what the hell do we do if he can’t skate tomorrow? Bre and Alex retreat to grab a nap. You finally steal five minutes, gather a change of clothes from the master closet, and slip into the guest bath. The hot water drums your back, drowning out the clatter of voices downstairs.

Auston surfaces from fever-dream sludge, every muscle aching like he played three overtimes in full gear. His eyes track an unfamiliar tube taped to his forearm. IV. Throbbing headache. Lips cracked.

Phone. 10:04 a.m. Training-staff text: REST. NO RINK.

Another from Dad two hours ago: Landing soon.

They were here. His family. They were in this house. And you—his girlfriend of four months—had met them without him even getting a warning out. No prep. No soft launch. No time to be your buffer, your protection. No time to clean the puke off his hoodie or the fear out of your eyes.

“Fuck me,” he muttered, attempting to sit up. His muscles screamed. Felix moved from the foot of the bed and curled close under his arm like he knew his dad was unraveling.

Auston dropped his head back against the pillows.

“It’s gonna be a long day, Snuff,” he mumbled, gently stroking the dog’s fur.

Just then, his door creaked open.

His mom slipped in like she always did when he was sick—soundless and soft, already reading him before he could speak. He felt like he was five again.

“Auston,” she breathed, clearly relieved to see his eyes open. “It’s good to see you up a little, papi. How are you feeling?”

“Like I got hit by a Cybertruck,” he muttered, his voice dry and frayed. “Glad you guys made it though. Um…” He swallowed. “Where is she?”

Ema raised an eyebrow. “She?”

“Mom,” he said, almost groaning. “Where’s Y/N?”

Understanding dawned on her face.

"She’s fine," Ema said, her voice easing into gentleness. "She's showering off whatever germs you tried to gift her. We like her, by the way. She’s been a warrior all night.”

“Did I scare her off?” His voice cracks.

Ema smiles, settling into the little bit of room Felix left on the other side of Auston. “No. If anything, she’s more worried about you than hockey, and that tells me plenty.”

Auston sags back, relief and fever combining in a light-headed swirl. “So…you met her.”

“I did,” she replied, walking toward him to check his forehead again. “And she’s still here, so clearly we didn’t scare her off.”

“I didn’t tell her you were coming,” he said, eyes drifting closed again for a second. “I forgot. I didn’t warn her. She met everyone and I wasn’t even there to—”

“Auston.”

He blinked open at the tone in her voice.

“She handled it. She’s kind. Smart. We like her,” Ema said simply. “She’s been up all night taking care of you, by the way. She looked half-dead herself when we walked in, but still stood at the door and let us in like she was the hostess and not your fevered nurse.”

He winced, pressing a hand to his eyes. “God, I hate that. I didn’t want her to have to deal with any of this. I didn’t even… we didn’t even talk about meeting families yet.”

“I figured,” Ema said, pulling his blanket up over his shoulder. “But life happens. And sometimes, it throws up all over your plans. Literally, in your case.”

He laughed weakly, coughing halfway through. “Mom…”

She kissed his forehead again, warm and grounding. “You need to rest. I’m making your favorite soup, the team doctors are coming back this afternoon to reassess, and once she’s out of the shower, I’ll tell her you’re asking for her.”

He nodded, eyes already sliding shut again.

“…Tell her I’m sorry,” he murmured, “that she had to meet the circus without the ringmaster.”

Ema smiled, smoothing back his damp curls.

“She’ll hear it from you soon, mijo. And don’t worry. I think she likes the circus.”

She left quietly, heart clenched and full at the same time.

Outside the bedroom, she found you barefoot in the hallway, towel slung over your shoulders, hair damp.

“He’s awake,” she said softly. “And asking for you.”

Your lips parted. “Really?”

Ema smiled. “Go on, mija. He needs you.”

You stepped past her, breath catching in your chest.

Whatever this was—messy, unplanned, sickly and chaotic—it was also very real. And in that moment, as you reached for the doorknob, you were more sure than ever: you weren’t going anywhere.

You push open the door softly, just enough to peek in.

"Aus?"

He's propped against a few pillows, eyes open and hazy, hand resting protectively over his stomach like it’s a wound. His face is pale, lips cracked, and a thin sheen of sweat still clings to his temple. But he manages a small smile when he sees you.

“Hey,” he says hoarsely. “Come here.”

You don’t hesitate, crossing the room so fast Felix lets out a grunt and scrambles off Auston’s lap, hopping to the far side of the bed like he needs quiet but still refuses to leave his side.

You sit gently on the edge beside him. “You’re awake. How are you feeling, patient zero?”

“Very funny,” he rasps, voice still dry but amused. “I feel…better, honestly.”

You narrow your eyes, not buying it for a second.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he mutters. “I do. And I’m playing tomorrow.”

You raise an eyebrow. “I'm shocked.”

He leans his head back against the pillow, wincing slightly, hand still rubbing light, unconscious circles over his abdomen. “Let’s talk about the real emergency, my family. First of all, I’m so—”

“If you’re about to apologize for getting violently ill and forgetting to mention that your parents and sisters were flying in, please don’t.” You shake your head gently. “Seriously. It’s fine.”

He looks at you with a soft guilt behind his eyes.

“They’re great,” you continue. “They’re sweet, and they absolutely adore you. We’ll figure out the rest later.”

“I know, but still…” he exhales shakily. “I should’ve been there. You met my entire family in a ratty hoodie with puke on it and no warning. I should’ve helped make it less scary. And instead, I was in a full-blown fever coma while you played hostess and nurse.”

“Baby,” you say gently, placing your hand over his on the blanket. “This wasn’t exactly something you could plan for. It’s fine. You’re good. You’re here. I just want you to get better. Preferably soon, because I’m pretty sure Judd is five seconds away from crying.”

Auston lets out a weak laugh and immediately presses his hand firmer to his stomach. “He’ll be fine. I’m sure he and my dad are downstairs right now crafting about eight contingency plans.”

“That’s actually exactly what they’re doing.”

He closes his eyes and smiles. “Of course they are.”

You let yourself lean into him slightly, forehead just brushing his shoulder.

The two of you sit there in silence for a beat. Then Auston’s face twitches. His nose scrunches.

“…Wait. Do you smell that?”

You lift your head. “The soup?”

His entire face goes slack with dread.

“Oh no,” he whispers, eyes suddenly wild. “That’s my mom’s chicken tortilla soup. I can smell the lime and cilantro—”

He lunges weakly forward, grabbing the trash can from the floor and dragging it close just in time. His whole body curls as he vomits again, nothing but bile this time, and your hand immediately finds his back, rubbing slow, gentle circles over his shoulder blades.

You whisper something soothing, but he can’t really hear it.

Auston’s breathing is shallow, head tipped back against the pillow, eyes half-shut. You’re about to wipe his mouth again when he croaks out—

“Can you…grab the mouthwash?” His voice is strained, almost pleading. “I’m gonna puke and I can’t deal with the taste.”

You nod immediately, hopping up to grab the travel-size bottle from the bathroom. By the time you’re back, he’s already gripping the trash can again with both hands, knuckles white, swaying slightly like he’s trying to out-stare the wave coming for him.

You kneel beside him, unscrewing the cap as fast as you can, but it’s too late—his whole body tenses, and he heaves again into the bin. It’s dry, painful, and drawn-out.

Downstairs, you can hear the shift in the house like a needle dropping on a record. Bre’s voice from the hallway: “Is that him again?”

Judd’s already halfway to the stairs. “Shit.”

In the kitchen, Ema freezes with a spoon in hand. The pot on the stove simmers behind her, untouched.

Brian closes the fridge slowly. “That sounded bad.”

Alex appears in the doorway to the kitchen, lips pressed into a thin line. “He’s still throwing up?”

“He couldn’t even smell the soup,” Judd mutters grimly walking back down, grimly looking toward Ema. “As soon as it hit the air, he lost it.”

Ema puts the spoon down like it weighs a hundred pounds. “I didn’t think—he always wants that when he’s sick. That’s his comfort food.”

“I know,” Judd says gently. “But his stomach isn’t ready. None of him is.”

Ema brushes at her cheek with the back of her hand. “I feel helpless.”

Bre leans against the wall, arms folded but face softening. “I hate this. I hate hearing him like that. It sounds like it hurts.”

Alex nods, trying not to tear up herself. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this sick.”

Judd looks toward the stairs. “She’s been up there with him nonstop. She hasn’t even eaten.”

Ema turns, wiping her hands on a dishtowel with sudden urgency. “I’m taking it off the stove. Maybe he’ll handle crackers later. I can make some tea instead. Something gentle.”

Brian squeezes her shoulder. “That’s good. That’s what he needs.”

Back upstairs, Auston finally slumps back against the pillows, eyes glassy and skin gray. You hand him a wet cloth and he presses it over his eyes, completely spent.

“Thanks,” he mumbles, voice wrecked. “I’m sorry. Again.”

“Stop apologizing,” you whisper, placing the mouthwash next to the bed, though he doesn’t have the energy to use it yet.

You stroke his hair back from his forehead and glance toward the door, already hearing the cautious footsteps of someone heading up to check on him again.

“Do you want me to tell them you’re okay?”

He shakes his head weakly, eyes still closed. “No. Just…just tell them not to make any more soup.”

The consensus, unanimously, is that Auston needs to sleep.

He’s still curled up on his side, one hand resting over his stomach like a weight he can’t put down, eyelids heavy and glassy. You’re half-sitting, half-leaning against the headboard, brushing your fingers through his hair.

“Why don’t you nap, mijo?” Ema says softly from the doorway, arms crossed over her chest like she’s trying not to physically hold him from afar. “Your body needs rest.”

“I’ve been sleeping all day,” he mumbles, though he’s clearly fading again. “It’s boring.”

“You threw up soup smell, I think your entertainment privileges are revoked,” you murmur.

That gets a faint huff of a laugh, but he doesn’t argue again. A few minutes later, he’s out. Not just lightly dozing—fully, deeply asleep, breathing even, chest rising in slow, heavy intervals like his body has finally given in.

When the medical staff returns a few hours later, they’re more serious this time. They adjust his IV, add another bag of fluids and administer a low-dose antibiotic to jumpstart recovery in case it isn’t just food poisoning. They check his vitals, talk quietly to you and Ema while he sleeps, and promise they’ll be back in the morning to reassess.

He stirs as they leave, blinking sluggishly at you. “I’m not throwing up.”

“You’re not,” you say gently. “That’s a win.”

His stomach rumbles, just loud enough to make Ema perk up with too much hope.

“Wait—do you think you could eat something?” she asks.

“Maybe.” He shifts upright slowly. “Something easy.”

You fetch him a small bowl of oatmeal while Judd cracks open a sleeve of saltines like it’s treasure. Auston manages to eat a few spoonfuls, sipping at water in between bites. When he swallows his last cracker without flinching, Ema nearly bursts into tears.

“Oh, thank God,” she breathes, hand covering her mouth.

You catch her expression—her whole body trembling with relief—and without saying anything, you shift on the bed and pat the spot beside her son.

“Here. You take over,” you whisper. “You’ll sleep better near him anyway.”

Ema doesn’t hesitate. She crawls in, careful not to disturb Auston too much, and immediately rests her hand on his back, rubbing slow circles just like you had earlier. Felix shifts to lie at the foot of the bed, quiet and unbothered, the perfect nurse.

You stand, brushing your hands off on your leggings, and lean over to kiss Auston’s forehead. “I’ll be downstairs if you need anything, okay?”

“Mm,” he hums, barely conscious, already halfway back to sleep. “Thanks.”

The house stays quiet that night, but no one truly rests.

Brian is in one of the guest rooms, seated in a chair with the lights dimmed. He’s dozing in and out, arms crossed, brow furrowed deep with worry. He knows Auston won’t sit this game out without a fight, and the idea of him playing through illness makes his stomach churn.

Bre and Alex are in the other guest room, whispering before falling asleep. Neither one wants to admit how scared they were seeing their brother like that—pale, limp, quiet. He was always the strong one. They don’t know how to help, so they do the only thing they can. They sleep. They’ll deal with the fallout tomorrow.

Downstairs, you’re on one couch, curled under a throw blanket with your phone face-down beside you. Judd is across from you, hands behind his head, legs dangling over the arm of the sofa. Neither of you says much before sleep wins.

“You good?” he asks, just once.

You nod. “We’re getting there.”

Judd closes his eyes. “It’s gonna be a hell of a couple days.”

In the master bedroom, Ema doesn’t sleep.

She stays tucked beside her son, smoothing his hair every so often, watching his breathing, wiping the sweat from his brow when it resurfaces. Felix sleeps with his chin on Auston’s shin like a little guardian. Ema whispers prayers in Spanish that she used to say when he was a baby. He doesn’t stir. Doesn’t vomit. Just sleeps.

When morning comes, Auston wakes with a bit more color in his cheeks, a little less weight in his eyes. He sits up carefully, stretches, feels the IV port still taped to his skin, and groans.

Ema jolts. “¿Todo bien?”

He nods. “Better.”

She doesn’t cry again, but she comes close.

“I think I can go in,” he says, already reaching for his phone. “Just drive there. Slow. Take it easy.”

“You sure?” she asks, hopeful but hesitant.

“I need to move,” he says. “Game three’s tonight. I’ve got time.”

Ema watches him get up and head to the bathroom, steady but still a little fragile.

She doesn't stop him. She just whispers a thank you to no one in particular.

Auston miraculously makes it through morning skate. He looks pale and gaunt in the locker room, tugging on his gear with slow, deliberate movements, but he doesn’t complain. He takes his usual pregame nap—it lasts longer than normal, nearly two and a half hours—but no one says anything. Not because it isn’t noticeable, but because they’re all too afraid of what it might mean if they do.

Nothing about this gameday goes according to routine. First, there's too may people around, watching him like he's a ticking time bomb. Second, he’s quiet. Too quiet. No chirping, no pregame playlist, no nervous jokes to loosen the mood. Just a heavy, unsettling silence. He’s dressed and ready to head out, suit hanging off his frame a little looser than usual, eyes sunken and complexion dull.

"I'm going to be fine," he says, preemptively, catching the stares. “This is the playoffs. Nobody’s playing at 100% right now.”

"Nobody’s playing at less than 40% either," Alex mutters under his breath, crossing her arms. “Just—be careful. If you aren’t feeling well, don’t push yourself too hard. It’s a long series.”

He nods, offering hugs and quiet see-you-laters. You don’t say anything when it’s your turn—just wrap your arms around him and hold on a little longer, resting your head against his chest. You feel how warm he still is, how shallowly he’s breathing. You don’t want to say don’t play. You know he wouldn’t listen. So you hope the hug says it all.

23 minutes and 16 seconds.

That’s how long he plays.

You have no idea how he made it through the entire game, and neither does his family. Ema and Brian look physically ill through most of it—hands clenched, eyes wide, shoulders taut with tension. Bre and Alex don’t speak during the third period. Judd is glued to the railing in the box, jaw locked, watching Auston like he’s waiting for him to keel over on the ice.

After the final whistle, it takes over an hour for Auston to come out of the locker room.

The players who’ve done interviews are already trickling past the tunnel where you’re all waiting. You try not to look as worried as you feel, but it’s getting harder with each passing minute.

“Can you…” you murmur, glancing at Judd, “…maybe see what’s happening? He’s been in there for a while.”

Judd doesn’t argue. He gets on the phone immediately, pacing and whispering, hand braced on his hip like it’s the only thing keeping him upright. You hate that you’re trying to read his face, but the more he nods, the more your heart drops.

He hangs up and sighs, running a hand down his face.

“He’s getting another IV. He was super dehydrated. Almost passed out in the locker room. They’ve got him in the trainer’s room right now getting fluids. Should be out in 10 or 15.”

No one says anything. Not for a long time.

When Auston finally appears, he looks… wrecked.

He didn’t bother putting his suit back on. He’s wearing team-issued grey sweats and a hoodie, hood pulled up despite the sweat beading at his temple. His face is ashen. There are faint tremors in his hands, one of which is pressed to his stomach like he’s trying to keep it from caving in. His gait is sluggish, unsteady. Like he’s walking underwater.

You rush to him the second you see him, hands reaching for his elbow instinctively. He gives you a weak, apologetic smile and silently presses his car keys into your palm.

“Can you drive?” he whispers, voice hoarse. “I really don’t think I should be behind the wheel right now.”

“Of course,” you murmur, cupping his jaw for a moment. “You ready to go?”

He swallows hard, nodding once. “Yeah. Just… slow, please.”

In the car, he reclines the seat back the second he’s in, tugging his hoodie tighter around himself. He flips on the AC and angles all the vents toward his face. His breathing is shallow, every exhale an effort. You keep one hand on the wheel, the other resting on his thigh, gently rubbing circles.

“You okay?”

“I’m good,” he says, but the sound he makes a second later—a faint groan as he shifts in the seat—betrays him.

Five minutes from his building, he suddenly sits up. “I need you to pull over. Now. Please.”

You swerve to the shoulder just in time. His door flies open and he’s bent double, vomiting violently onto the side of the road. You reach out instinctively, but wait until he’s done before resting a hand on his back.

“Jesus,” he mutters, wiping his mouth. “Okay. Okay, I’m good.”

You don’t believe him, but you nod. “Let’s get you home.”

By the time you get to the condo, it’s all hands on deck.

You’re half-carrying your 6'3" boyfriend from the car to the elevator, and once you’re upstairs, Brian and Judd are waiting. They each take an arm, helping him up the stairs to his room. Auston doesn't speak. Doesn’t even take his shoes off. He collapses face-first onto the bed and passes out instantly, hoodie still clinging to his sweat-damp skin.

You let him sleep. He needs it.

Judd and Brian spend the next hour on the phone with the team doctors, weighing options, asking pointed questions about whether this is sustainable—whether they should consider pulling him from the lineup. Ema sits at the edge of the bed, brushing the hair off Auston’s forehead, tears in her eyes. Her son just gave everything he had, and it's not enough. Not if this is what it costs.

Bre and Alex peek into the room, exchange a worried glance, and silently retreat. They’ve seen Auston exhausted before. But not like this.

You stay close, watching the rise and fall of his back, and wonder how much longer he can keep doing this—how much more his body can take before it forces him to stop.

He wakes up just past midnight.

Not gradually. Not groggy.

Suddenly and completely awake, blinking up at the ceiling like he has no idea where he is. His skin is no longer ghost-white. The pounding in his skull is gone. His stomach is calm. He’s…sweaty, yes. But otherwise?

He feels almost human.

He slowly pushes himself up and glances at the clock. 12:17 a.m. He shifts and hears a soft voice.

“You’re up,” you say quietly, sitting forward in the chair.

Auston turns toward her, surprised. “You stayed?”

“I wasn’t going to leave you alone like that.”

He swings his legs off the side of the bed and gives you a long look. “You’re too good to me.”

You smile, small and tired. “You were really sick, Auston.”

“Still don't feel 100% back.”

“But…?”

He stretches a little. “But I don’t think I’m dying anymore.”

You laugh under your breath. “Progress.”

He stands slowly, testing his legs. “Gonna shower. I smell like the flu.”

You walk out to the kitchen, where Auston’s mom is stirring a mug of tea.

“How is he?” Ema asks.

“Awake,” You reply. “Wants a shower.”

Ema doesn’t even pause. “Go in there with him.”

You blink. Bre snorts and Alex elbows her. “Sorry—what?”

“Just to make sure he doesn’t pass out and crack his head open,” Ema says calmly, sipping. “He lost a lot of fluid. And that boy’s stubborn. He’ll say he’s fine and then he'll slip and crack his head open.”

You hesitate. “Wouldn’t he—like—want you?”

Ema smirks, giving you a look. “For some reason, I highly doubt that. You should probably go.”

You knock on the bathroom door. “Auston?”

“Yeah?” he calls back, water running.

“Your mom’s making me come in and make sure you don’t pass out in here.”

He's quiet for a moment, letting the warm water continuously run over him. Then, “sure she is. You just wanna see me naked.”

You push the door open and shut it behind you. “Trust me, Matthews, I’ve never seen so much vomit come out of one human being in my entire life. Sex is the very last thing on my mind.”

There’s a pause. Then a raspy laugh from behind the frosted glass. “God, don’t remind me.”

“You projectile vomited on the side of the road. I will never forget that.”

He laughs again, then groans. “Okay, okay. I get it. You’re thoroughly turned off.”

“Yup. You’re officially on a very unsexy probation.”

You sit on the closed toilet lid, arms crossed, listening as he soaps up. He’s slow about it, and you doesn’t blame him. You can see the outline of his large frame behind the fogged glass, the slight wobble in his movements.

“You okay?” you ask after a moment.

“I think so,” he says. Then quieter: “Thanks for taking care of me.”

You smile to herself. “Anytime, Aus.”

There’s another pause before he speaks again. “You know, you could join me in here. For safety reasons.”

You snort. “You’re lucky I’m even in the same room after watching you puke a piece of your soul."

He laughs softly, “still worth asking.”

You shakes your head, smiling despite yourself, and get up to grab a clean towel.

The sun filters through the bedroom curtains just enough to make the room feel gently lit, the kind of soft, quiet morning light that doesn’t demand anything from you. Auston stirs first. His body feels… normal. He blinks up at the ceiling, surprised by how much better he feels—like he’s been pulled back from the edge.

The chills are gone. The tight grip around his ribs has loosened. His stomach has settled into silence. He’s still tired, sure, but not sick anymore.

He turns his head slowly and sees you curled on your side facing him, one hand tucked under your cheek, the other still resting gently on his arm like you never stopped making sure he was breathing.

God, he loved you.

He watches you for a moment. The tangled mess of your hair, the dried salt of worry still dusting your lashes. You're wearing his hoodie—still. It dwarfs you, but he loves that you haven't taken it off.

Without thinking, he reaches out and runs his fingers along the curve of your cheek, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear. You stirs slightly, then blink up at him, bleary and beautiful in that real, undone way that makes his chest ache.

“Hey,” you whisper, voice scratchy with sleep.

“Hey,” he says back, softer. “You stayed.”

Your mouth curves into a sleepy smirk. “Didn’t think you could survive another six hours without adult supervision.”

He huffs a quiet laugh. “Fair.”

Just outside the cracked bedroom door, Ema Matthews is halfway up the stairs with a fresh towel and a cup of ginger tea in her hands. She pauses when she hears voices—he’s awake. She steps silently back, giving them privacy. Listening for just a second more, her heart aching in the best way.

Inside, Auston shifts so he’s lying on his side, facing you. “What… day is it?”

“Thursday,” you murmur, stretching slightly, your voice warming. “You’ve been pretty out of it since Monday night.”

“Feels like I missed a month.”

You grin, brushing your nose against his arm as he snuggles closer beneath the covers. “You didn’t miss much. Just that my boyfriend was violently puking enough to fill a couple bathtubs, I met his parents while smelling like his vomit and wearing the same hoodie three days in a row, and I’m pretty sure I’m best friends with Judd now.”

Auston lets out a low, scratchy laugh, the sound hoarse but warm. His eyes crinkle, still glassy with exhaustion but glowing just a little brighter than before. “Oh yeah?”

“Yup.” You shift to face him, curling slightly into his side. “He doesn’t think I’m a blood-sucking gold digger anymore. I think I finally won him over.”

He chuckles again and lets his head fall onto your shoulder, cheek resting there like it’s the only place in the world he wants to be. The laugh vibrates softly against your skin. “Sounds like you weren’t busy at all.”

“Not really,” you murmur, wrapping an arm around him without thinking. Your hand rubs gentle, absent circles across his back, feeling the faint tremor in his muscles and the heat still clinging to his skin.

He goes quiet for a beat, like he’s trying to find the right words—or maybe bracing himself for them.

Then, slowly, Auston lifts his head and looks at you. His eyes, even tired, are steady and full of something heavier than gratitude.

“Thank you.”

You blink, confused for a moment. “For what?”

“For staying,” he says, voice barely above a whisper. “For dealing with all the chaos. For taking care of me. For…not running away when I couldn’t even stand up without help.”

Your heart clenches. You cup the side of his face, brushing your thumb along the rough edge of his jaw. “You’d do it for me.”

“Still.” His throat bobs. “You didn’t have to. And you did. You didn’t even hesitate.”

The intensity in his gaze knocks the wind out of you. It’s not polished or pretty, it’s not the effortless charm he wears on game days. This is Auston raw—sick, worn down, scared—and still trying to love you the best way he can.

You nod, and without another word, he leans in and kisses you.

It’s slow, gentle—hesitant at first, like he’s afraid he might break something if he pushes too hard. The kind of kiss that says I missed this even though it’s only been a few days. The kind that lingers. No urgency. No need to rush. Just him, and you, and the quiet acknowledgment that this means something more.

When he finally pulls back, he keeps his forehead pressed to yours, breathing you in.

“I don’t feel like I'm dying anymore,” he murmurs, his voice low and warm.

You smile. “Well, your breath is slightly better,” you tease, brushing your nose against his. “So I believe it.”

He groans and drops his face into the curve of your neck, lips barely brushing your collarbone. “I knew I should’ve brushed my teeth first.”

“Too late now,” you whisper, fingers threading into his hair. “I’m already exposed to every bodily fluid you’ve got.”

That earns you a weak laugh, muffled against your skin. He pulls you closer, like he still can’t believe you’re here.

And then it happens.

The words fall out of his mouth before he can stop them—soft and unsure but impossibly real.

“I love you.”

You freeze. Just for a second. Your heart skids in your chest, but not from fear.

You pull back just enough to see his face. He looks terrified. Like he said it without meaning to. Like it slipped past the defenses he’s spent years building.

But you don’t flinch. You don’t run.

You lean in, smiling gently.

“I love you too.”

Relief crashes over his features—messy and immediate and so full of emotion that you feel your own eyes sting. He kisses you again, quicker this time, smiling against your mouth like he can’t believe this is real.

“Say it again,” you whisper. “Please.”

His thumb strokes along your cheek as he looks at you like you hung the moon. “I love you.”

You grin, cheeks flushed. “Again.”

He laughs, forehead pressed to yours. “I love you. I'll say it all day if you want me to."

Outside the bedroom door, Ema presses her hand to her heart, a tear slipping down her cheek as she listens.

Her son is going to be okay.

And better than that—he’s found someone who will love him through the sickness, through the sweat, through the chaos and the ugly, and not once ask for anything in return.

She tiptoes away, the smile on her face soft and certain.

[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.”

[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.

[misshoneyimhome]

Too lost in you I Auston Matthews

Tags: soft!Auston; Auston Matthews x reader; blurb;

A/N: so this is completely stolen from the movie "Love Actually", the scene where Juliet finds out about Mark's feelings for her - I only altered it a bit ❤️ If you haven't seen the movie, you've missed out on a classic! 😉 or you're too young to be here... or I'm too old to be here 😂

Word count: 1.4K

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Baby, I'm too lost in you Caught in you Lost in everything about you So deep I can't sleep, I can't think I just think about the things you do I'm just too lost in you

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It was a few weeks after Mitch and Stephanie's wedding, and you were eager to get your hands on the videos Auston had captured throughout the day and evening. You knew he had taken some fantastic shots.

However, when you approached Auston about seeing the videos, he seemed hesitant, leaving you puzzled.

Your relationship with Auston was far from close. He had never made an effort to get to know you, even though you often found yourselves at gatherings or parties with the Toronto Maple Leafs crowd. He rarely engaged in direct conversations with you, and any time you were left alone together by accident, it never lasted more than a couple of minutes. Compared to many of the other guys, Auston was practically a stranger to you.

Despite this, you had heard through the grapevine that Auston had the best videos from the wedding. Given your close friendship with Stephanie, you and some of your girlfriends had decided to embark on a little project for her – some heartfelt video content.

As days passed with Auston avoiding your calls and messages, you decided to take matters into your own hands. And you knew he was at home, thanks to a tip from Mitch.

_

“Pecan pie?” you excitedly offered, holding the box containing the pie in your hand, as Auston swung the door open.

Auston was taken aback when he opened the door to find you standing there. Clearly, he hadn't anticipated your unexpected visit. He had likely thought that ignoring you would keep you at bay, but your determination had led you straight to his doorstep.

“No, thanks,” he replied softly, frowning a little.

“Thank god,” you said a bit nervously. “It would have broken my heart, if you’d said yes.” You offered him a friendly smile.

“Alright well,” he spoke. “Lucky you.”

“Can I come in?” you asked, again showing your excitement.

But Auston hesitated. “Oh well, eh…” he said, but you slowly began to enter his condo. “I was busy-“

You knew he was trying to avoid you again, so you decided to stand firm and complete the mission.

“Well, I was just passing,” you interrupted, as you kept walking into the living room of his condo. “And I thought we might check that video thing out. I thought I might be able to swap it with some pie or… or maybe, Munchies?” you cheekily suggested, pulling a snack bar out of your pocket, offering Auston a cute smile.

“Actually, I was being serious,” he said, as he faced you standing in the centre of his living room. “I don’t know where it is,” he shrugged - “I’ve poked around and-“

“Auston,” you interrupted him once again. “Can I say something?” you said in your sweetest voice possible.

“Yeah,” he looked a bit down into the floor.

You took in a deep breath before speaking. “I know you’re Mitch’s best friend… and I know you’ve never particularly warmed to me,” you added again a little nervous.

Auston moved slightly avoiding eye contact as you spoke. He tried to indicate that he'd want to say something.

“No, don’t argue,” you added, and he straightened with his cap. “We’ve never got friendly, but I just wanted to say that I hope that it can change, I’m nice, I really am, apart from my terrible taste in pies, and it would be great if we could be friends,” you basically blurted out.

Auston looked directly at you before he again turned his look away a little, awkwardly tugging his hands in his pockets.

“Absolutely… Absolutely,” he replied softly, still awkwardly moving in his place. He paused for a few seconds.

“… Great,” you simply said, and turned to look in another direction as well, sensing the awkwardness between you.

“Doesn’t mean we’ll be able to find the video though,” Auston quickly added as you started to move around in his living room, him quick to follow you. “I had a real search when you first called and I couldn’t find any trace of it, so…”

He was right behind you as you were looking around at the mountain of photos and USB-sticks lying on his coffee table.

“Well, there’s one USB here that says, ‘Mitch and Steph Wedding video’,” you said as you picked up the little plastic item with a small white label on it. “Do you think we’re on the right track?” you offered him a friendly smile again.

“Oh yeah… well, wow…” he said, acting a bit surprised, trying his best to keep his cool facade. “That… that could be it,” he said, tugging on his cap again, as you sat down onto the sofa and plucked it into his already turned-on laptop.

“Do you mind if I just,” you said as you were already preparing to play it.

“Ehm, I probably already deleted the content…” he quickly said, trying to you stop you from what you were doing. “Or maybe there’s just a lot of hockey videos on that one… oh”

But you had already pressed play and the video was about to start. Auston stood a few steps away from you, knowing there was nothing he could do to stop what was about to unfold.

“Oh bingo,” you said as the music played and the video of Stephanie walking into the beautiful wedding scene started to show. She was slowly walking down the flowery scenery, and a couple of the guests were captured as well, looking all mesmerised at her.

Auston was still just fumbling with his hand as he was standing next to you, also looking at the screen.

“That’s lovely,” you added softly. “Oh well done you,” you gasped as the video of the wedding continued to play. “Oh, that’s gorgeous.”

The video showed a few close ups of Stephanie in her absolutely stunning wedding gown, her hair and make-up all perfectly done. “Thank you so much Auston, this is exactly what I was hoping for.”

Auston held his arms tightly close to his body, as he took a hand to his forehead.

The video started to show a few shots of the guests, where you were captured in several of them. You smiled as he had caught your best angles and you could really see your amazing outfit and make-up, which you had spent weeks on perfectioning.

“I look quite pretty,” you lightly chuckled, as more shots of you were running over the display. You smiled. The video was amazing.

“You’ve stayed rather close, haven’t you,” you chuckled, turning your head to look at Auston, who’s expression was turning a little sad, and he’d started to blush.

But you didn’t notice. You simply laughed and turned back to face the screen.

And his heart dropped as the video was getting closer to the end.

In this very moment, he could cry - scream and crawl into a whole. He knew what was coming.

You smiled as the soft music kept playing, but you started to notice how all of the videos were of you. From a distance, zoomed in. From different angles, and different times during the night. When you were posing with the girls, when you were dancing with some of the other guests, and when you were eating a bite of the cake.

In fact, all of the shots were of you.

The soft music kept playing, and you were about to say something, when you slowly realised… it was all about you.

You stared at the laptop screen as the final videos continued.

Auston had only taken video shots of you during the evening. No one else - but you.

You slowly turned your head to look at Auston, but he was just starring at the screen with wide eyes and lightly biting down on his fingers.

You could tell there was something going on inside his head.

You’d found out.

Even the final shot of Stephanie and Mitch waving goodbye to the crowd, was of you.

You bit down your bottom lip. “They’re all of me…” you said with a low tone of voice.

“Yeah… yeah… yes,” Auston softly replied.

You watched it to the end. And then the music stopped.

You sat there. On his sofa. Speechless.

“But” you stammered. “You never talk to me… you always talk to everyone else”.

Auston didn’t say anything, just simply shrugged.

“You don’t like me,” you added, offering Auston a puzzled expression.

He was blinking several times, looking away from you before he said something. “I hope it’s useful.” His voice was low and nervous. “Don’t… show it around too much… it needs a … bit of… editing… look, I’ve got to get to… a…lunch, early lunch - you can just show yourself out, ‘kay…” he said, then walked away from you, before stopping again. “It’s a… self-preservation, you see,” he added before he walked out into the hallway, and out of the door.

Leaving you baffled and alone on his sofa.

[rosie-posie1313]

Toronto Maple Leafs Fic Recs

06/14/2025

Joseph Woll #60

Home Sweet Home  by @matthewkniesgf

Extra Foam, Extra Blushes  by @daeniradraconis

Morning Schemes by @emsdevs

Just a Number by @hockybish

Baby’s First … Lego by @/hockybish

Princess Joey by @brainddeadd

morning cuddles  by @wollgirlie

misunderstandings can be dangerous by @sportswriters

Insecurities by @lightsoutmatthews

Pulled by @/lightsoutmatthews

back to us by @deepvend

Building lego  by @wannabehockeygf

SONNY CUDDLES by @ilyasorokinn

William Nylander #88

Anchor by @bitchinbarzal

Madly in love  by @sweetdispatch

My Emergency Contact by @/daeniradraconis

Easter Extravaganza by @matthewkniesgf

Bungalow by @paladin--strait

mic’d up by @/ilyasorokinn

Hey now, you’re All Star  by @misshoneyimhome

Auston Matthews #34

Drunk In Love by @cuteandhughesy

“marrying a professional athlete is all fun and games until you’re carrying one of their giant babies” by @/wannabehockeygf

The HORRIFYING Reality of Dating an NHL Superstar | Fic Series by @/wannabehockeygf

auston matthews x younger reader by @/wannabehockeygf

 overprotective Auston  by @captain-bubble-wrap

The Starting Lineup  by @/daeniradraconis

The Leafs Legacy  by @/daeniradraconis

Beach date  by@/ sweetdispatch

Fight night  by @/chukys-mouthguard

“Because I know you.” by @lightsoutmatthews

austin with an ‘o’ by @marnerparty

SingleReaderAU! - Masterlist by @bagopucks

Winter Flu by @/bagopucks

Everything With You by @greazyfloz

Matthew Knies #23

Donut by @sydnikov

Secret by @/matthewkniesgf

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍’ 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔  by @nhlclover

New Guy by @Hockeybabe 

[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

[lightsoutmatthews]

please an auston matthews with the “because i know you” prompt!

"Because I know you." - Auston Matthews

summary: a collection of things he does just shows how well Auston knows you.

pairing: Auston Matthews x female!reader

word count: 1.8k

warnings: none, just fluff

authors note:

since the request didn’t specify if you wanted angst or fluff I decided to make it sugary sweet :)

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It started with a cup of coffee being delivered to your office on a random Tuesday afternoon right at the second you were thinking about getting one for yourself from the coffee station down the hall.

You didn’t particularly like the coffee from there, it was cheap and the machine somehow managed to make it worse by brewing it, but it would have held you over for the rest of the day while you continued to read through emails and write responses like your life depended on it.

The cup from your favorite café in downtown Toronto was handed to you by one of your co-workers who raised her eyebrows at you. “I didn’t order that,” you told her outright, but she handed you the cup regardless. “The delivery guy said it´s for you,” she replied with a shrug of her shoulders.

There was no message on the cup, but you could guess from who it was. There was only one person who could know exactly when you could use a little pick me up at work.

He was smart by not putting a message on it. Your relationship not something really known to the public even though you had been together for over a year at this point.

You weren’t making a big deal about dating one of Torontos biggest athletes, especially around the office where his team was a topic of conversation on the daily. Not even your closest work friends knew who exactly you were dating. And it was good that way.

I Thanks for the coffee, exactly what I needed x

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The week after that lunch from your favorite restaurant was delivered in the same manner as the coffee was. No name on the order but yours, making your co-workers once again wonder if you were lying to them about not ordering it for yourself or if you actually didn’t.

You were knee deep into the finishing touches for one of the biggest projects of the quarter and barely had time to go and grab lunch from the cafeteria, much less to make the trip to any restaurant more than five minutes away from the building.

The delivery was godsend and like he knew, he sent enough so you had something to keep for the evening, since it was almost sure that you had to stay longer than usual and would only arrive home late, way after dinner time.

You hummed contently when you took the first bite, almost letting out a moan at how good the food felt after hours of working without taking a break.

He once again knew exactly what you needed at the right time, like he was a psychic that could read your mind all the way from his road trip across the country.

I thanks for lunch and dinner, exactly what I needed. Can´t wait to see you tomorrow. x

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The third time it happened was a week later when you finished the big presentation, and everyone gathered for a small party to celebrate the success, and that the client was happy with everything you had come up with in the weeks of hard work.

You were a little bummed because most people invited their significant others to the bar you were gathered at, unfortunately you couldn’t. Firstly, because your boyfriend wasn’t even in the country and secondly because still, no one knew who he even was.

A few of your co-workers asked about him but you kept telling them that he was away for work. Sometimes you wondered if they even believed you that he existed because you never mentioned him by name or brought him to any work functions that warranted bringing a plus one.

When a delivery person entered the bar, shouting your name for everyone to hear, you froze. “Sign here,” the guy rushed out, putting the tablet in front of your face quicker than you could react to anything.

You scribbled your signature before he handed you a box, a beautiful bouquet of flowers peeking through a hole at the top.

When you opened it, a bouquet waited for you, alongside a card.

One of your co-workers snatched it directly from the box before you could react. “Hey,” you laughed. “Congratulations on finishing your big project, sorry I can´t be there to celebrate. A.” she read.

You blushed at the message, he once again knew exactly what you needed from him in order to feel better about him not being there with you.

“Woah, we know mystery man is in fact real, and his first name starts with an A? We´ve been waiting for this confirmation for months!” you shook your head laughing. “That´s some expensive flowers, he´s got money.” Someone else chimed in.

“Give me that,” you laughed, snatching the card back before they could ask about it even more.

“One day you will introduce us to him,” someone chuckled. “Who knows, maybe you already know him,” you teased which only raised more eyebrows.

I The flowers are beautiful, thank you so much. x

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When you arrived at Auston´s place that night you were exhausted. The months leading up to this day catching up with you, swallowing all the energy you had left in your body, almost making you too tired to get out of the car and walk up to his door.

When you finally mustered up enough strength to make your way, he was already waiting in the frame. An easy smile on his lips, Felix next to him, excitedly wiggling his tail at your arrival.

“Hey snuff,” you greeted the dog, quickly patting his head before standing up straight again to greet your boyfriend, the flowers firm in one hand.

“Hey,” you greeted the tall man, a shy smile on your lips. “Hey,” he chuckled, opening his arms so you could slip right into his comfortable embrace.

Tension left your body as soon as he wrapped his arms around you. The familiarity of his arms taking every ounce of stress away for the moment.

“Long day?” Auston whispered in your hair. “Long month,” you replied chuckling. “Come on, I ordered some food and when were done I can set you up a bath before we go to bed.” You let out a loud sigh. Exactly what you needed.

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After eating on the couch, chatting about your days in hushed voices between laughter and shared bites, he made his way to the upstairs bathroom to set up a bath while you cleaned up the plates and made sure Felix got another snack before heading upstairs to join him.

The bathroom was lit up with a few candles he pulled from God knows where and it was smelling like your favorite bath salt. The one that you usually kept for special occasions because it was expensive.

“Since when do you have my favorite bathing salt in your bathroom?” He just laughed and shrugged his shoulders.

Raising you eyebrows at him you decided to let it go without questioning it any further and to just enjoy that he was paying enough attention to actually know what to buy.

While you were enjoying the warmth of the water relaxing your muscles and taking your mind off things Auston rumbled around downstairs doing something you didn’t care enough about to question. Every now and then you heard clinking, but it wasn’t worrying enough to go and check out.

A few minutes later he came back and handed you a glass of wine. “How did you know?” you questioned with another raised eyebrow, but he once again just shrugged and smiled before leaving you alone to soak and relax for as long as you wanted.

When the water started to get cold you got out. On the toilet laid a navy-colored hoodie. The exact one he was wearing earlier when you were sitting on the couch.

He knew one of you favorite things to do after a long day was to wear his hoodies, especially when there were worn and smelled like him.

You slipped the soft fabric over your head and inhaled deeply before putting your stuff away and making your way back to the living room after a quick detour to the bedroom to grab your phone and drop off your bag that you discharged in the hallway on your way.

Auston was snuggled up with Felix on the couch, your favorite movie already cued up, a warm blanket draped over him, the other half waiting for you to cuddle under and relax for the rest of the evening.

“You´re spoiling me today,” you mumbled after cozying up under the blanket, one arm placed on his chest, while your head rested on his shoulder.

“You deserve some relaxation after the month you had. I know how hard you worked.” A soft kiss to the crown of your head followed before the room was filled by only the sound of the movie and your soft breathing.

When you opened your eyes the next time the credits were rolling and Auston was playing on his phone. “Good morning,” he chuckled lightly before putting the device away.

“Hey,” you mumbled quietly. “Slept well?” he asked, an amused smile spreading on his face. “Yeah, but I need to go to bed, otherwise I won´t make it up,”

A soft laugh left his mouth. “Come on,” he said, getting up and holding out a hand for you to grab. When you stood at your full height he bent down and swept you off your feed, carrying your bridal style up the stairs.

“I can walk on my own, you know?”

Careful to not drop you he laughed. “I know, but sometimes you deserve to be carried.”

You shook your head but laughed at his remark.

When you were nestled in bed together, his arm lazily slung around your waist, your hand softly drawing the patterns of his tattooed arm you sighed. “What´s up?” he whispered.

“This evening was all I needed, from getting the flowers all the way to now,” you sensed that he felt a but coming. “no but, I promise, just a question,”

He nodded his head in a motion for you to go on. “How do you always know exactly what I need? Not that I´m complaining but it is a little scary that you sent me coffee the exact moment I was craving some, or sent me lunch on a day where I did not have time to get some myself?”

A quiet laugh left his mouth. “Easy question. It’s because I know you.”

“Thank you, for knowing me and for taking care of me.” You mumbled, already half asleep again. “That´s what I´m here for,” he laughed, which was the last thing you heard before you drifted off into sleep again.

[papis13]

the worst part bro istg

[willowsnook]

Masterlist

Formula One

Max Verstappen

Lando Norris

Carlos Sainz

Oscar Piastri

Lewis Hamilton

Lance Stroll

Charles Leclerc

Pato O’Ward

NFL

Andrei Iosivas

Josh Allen

Joe Burrow

Keon Coleman

NHL

Luke Hughes

Quinn Hughes

Jack Hughes

Nate MacKinnon

Auston Matthews

Mikko Rantanen