#hockey magic is real

[icedbatik]

From JY, after Day 1:

After referring to Ryan Graves as a "hulking defenseman," he proceeded with this:

(Graves is) listed at 6-foot-5 but he looks even bigger. (Kris) Letang, his defense partner in today’s scrimmage and his presumed partner for the start of the season, even commented that he wasn’t aware Graves was “that big.”

(Evgeni) Malkin is now aware. He was going to work against Graves during the scrimmage and decided to swing wide behind the net. Malkin then deployed one of his patented moves, shifting into skating backward behind the net in an attempt to bring the puck to the far side of the cage. Graves was having none of it, using his reach to easily pick Malkin’s pocket.

[hockeylovee12]

Shy Boi pt 3

[sergeifyodorov]

knights panthers scf also interesting for hanny as narrator (jeichel vs hanny's other long time friend, usntdp buddy and former flame machuk)

YEAH... and even going back a little before that like the way that the Flames dissolved after specifically getting beat by the Oilers in the playoffs in 22 SCREAMS post-Especially Humiliating Incident self-destructive instinct. like he lost, decided everything was coming apart, and then realized his mistake and tried to compensate by letting machuk make the finals. can only imagine what this will mean for gaudreaus blue jackets in the future (mack celebrini?)

[girlfriendline]

freddy gaudreau, shootout legend, wins it for the wild on hockey day

sabres @ wild || 28.1.23

[overdecorated-furniture]

Dead Parents - How to avoid them.

We are all very familiar with the notion of dead parents in fiction. For example, Harry Potter’s parents are dead before the first book even starts. Or in Portrait of Dorian Gray, the protagonist is brought up by an absentee and very neglectful grandfather. It’s a trope used again and again. And it does kind of work. It certainly allows your young protagonists the opportunity to gain agency and find their own way in the adventure thrown at them. But it’s also rather predictable. As a reader, we don’t sympathise as much because it’s such a used trope.

So, here are some of my thoughts about how to avoid the dead parents trope, and still propel your characters into the action.

Kill Someone Else.

I know, violence isn’t supposed to be the answer. But characters don’t only have close relationships with their parents. If your plot centres around a revenge quest for a dead loved one, it doesn’t have to be a parent.

Siblings who got caught in the crossfire trying to protect your MC, or an aunt/uncle they were close to being poisoned works just as well. Best friends are also a useful source of grief, and the fact it’s someone outside the family perhaps gives your MC more of a push. Equally, a significant other may work, although that is a used trope too. It might even just be a beloved pet.

Use their Morals.

People in the real world do not simply act out of revenge for the death of a loved one. Character morals can be just as powerful a motive for action, and Young people in particular are just beginning to discover what matters to them, and so it feels at its most important.

Perhaps your MC feels that the magic system in your fantasy world does not allow for people with disabilities to have access, and so uses that as their springboard. Or in an apocalypse setting, the desire to protect fellow humans against a threat may act as the MC’s launch pad for setting up a safe base somewhere. Concerns over equality, safety, climate change, government choices and even things as small as how cereal is marketed can motivate a character into changing their world/current situation.

Create Conflict.

Arguments, breakups, scrappy fistfights with someone in a back alley. Conflict is one of the spokes of a story, as it creates opportunities for moving the plot forward, and can hold the characters back from achieving their aims. Using this to start your character’s story arc makes for an explosive scene, and allows immediate sympathy with the situation they are in. Everyone argues, has had someone they care about walk out of their lives, or has at least been punched, so the familiarity of a minor but important conflict helps the reader associate with the character, as well as setting up any skills the character has or may need in order to defeat the foe at the climax of the story.

Parental Encouragement.

In a good family situation, parents will want to support their children and young people in achieving their goals. And the same can be true in stories. Perhaps your character wants to learn to play hockey, for example. Their parents can very easily encourage them to join a practice group, help them buy kit, and encourage them to play in matches. Having a supportive adult can mean as much to an MC as having said support removed, and although this doesn’t work for epic fantasy revenge quests, it does create a welcoming atmosphere for a reader.

Those are the main ones I can think of off the top of my head. Do add in comments/tags any you know of!

Happy writing!🌿

[starsandhughes]

Didn't Know What Love Was— Quinn Hughes

summary: you were somewhat of a cynic when it came to love. you didn't believe in it, and if it was real, you didn't want it. that is, until your best friend sets you up with a certain hockey player named quinn.

warnings: swearing, fade to black smut (like extremely fade to black), fluff

word count: 3.9k+

MASTERLIST

this is inspired by the song 'didn't know what love was' by kane brown!

You weren’t expecting to feel this way. 

You didn’t think this feeling was real. 

Love.

You’ve said it, you’ve been told it, but all of those instances weren’t real to you. You get to a certain point in a relationship and someone says it first and you think, yeah, I guess that’s what this is. It was nothing like how it was portrayed in the movies, because they were just movies. Movies are fake, so you thought love was, too. It always ended. It always included drama. And then you’d find someone new.

You’ve never been more wrong. 

February 20, 2021

“Mack, have you ever thought of the fact that I’m just not meant for a relationship? It’s all bullshit anyways,” you grumbled. You were laying on your back horizontally on bed with your feet hanging off the edge, settled on the floor. Your best friend, Mackenzie, was once again setting you up on a date. “You’re single now! Find yourself a date!” 

Mackenzie rolled her eyes and sat next to you, “I’m not ready to get back out there! It’s only been two weeks since Jason and I broke up and we dated for seven months. You, however, have been single for almost a year!” 

“You’re only proving my point, Mack!” you said, sitting up. “Relationships end. They’re messy and leave us heartbroken. And maybe the magic blinds you for a while and you get married, but I’ve met more people with divorced parents than married ones. And I’ve seen so many loveless marriages that the couple only sticks together because they wouldn’t know what else to do. I’ve seen couples break up in restaurants. I’ve seen couples fight and scream at a public park.  Love isn’t real. And if it is, I can live without it.” 

Mackenzie looked at you with the most pity filled expression you’ve ever seen. She believes in love. She believes in the shitty romance novels and shitty movies. But you’ve picked up her pieces too many times to even contemplate believing in it. 

“Love is real!” she exclaimed. “How else could people have written sonnets and movies and books and songs about it?”

“People write stuff about monsters, too, but you don’t see any people bursting into flames in the sunlight,” you said. 

“In Twilight they sparkled!”

“I don’t give a shit what they did, they’re still made up,” you laughed. “It’s called fiction for a reason.” 

“You can’t make up a feeling. You can’t make up being so enamored by someone that you miss them so bad it hurts when they’re not with you!” 

“You’re just repeating things you’ve heard in movies about love!” you argued. “You haven’t even been in love. Not truly. You told me so when you broke up with Jason.” 

“So go on this date, and if it all works out, you can tell me what love is. They even call oxytocin the love chemical! You believe in science! And I believe that this guy is the perfect match for you,” your best friend continued to beg. “Think of it as a science experiment.” 

You ended up caving, more so to get Mackenzie to stop begging. It’s not like you were against dating, you’ve had plenty of relationships, but after so many failed ones you stop seeing the point. You could get your needs met without being tied down and risking becoming attached. That’s all that “love” really was. Attachment. Sure, it’s nice to have one person that’s somewhat of a best friend to spend your life with. But adding all of that “girlfriend and boyfriend” stuff to it is destined for failure. And you were done with it. 

When you found him at the restaurant, you were taken back. You’d seen pictures of him so that you’d know who to look for, but he looked so much better in person. His hair looked unbelievably soft, and he somehow made the locks seemingly out of place look perfect. His soft eyes were to die for, and the sleeves of his black shirt rolled up made the veins in his arm visible. All you wanted to do was trace them. 

“Y/N?” the boy asked when he noticed you staring. He stood up to greet you, helping you slip off your jacket to hang on the back of the chair as he pulled it out for you. He waited for you to sit down before taking a seat himself. “I’m Quinn.”

“So I’ve heard,” you chuckled. “I’ve been told that you’re the sweetest guy Mackenzie knows and are bound to change my mind about my stance on relationships.”

“I’ve heard you don’t believe in love,” Quinn countered. 

Your eyes widened, and if you were taking a drink, you would’ve choked on it.

“Wow,” you said amused. “Mack jumped to the nitty gritty then? I take it this means that you do believe in love?”

“I do,” Quinn confirmed. 

“Have you ever been in love?”

“Not yet. But I’ve seen it. My parents have the purest love I’ve ever seen. They spread it to everyone they know and everyone my brothers and I know. They make it hard to not believe in it.”

You couldn’t help but feel soft at his statement. You’ve never heard anyone tell you that they believe in love because of their parents. Hell, you haven’t really had a guy firmly tell you that he believes in love. It was always your girl friends swearing up and down that “the one” is out there. 

“Are you going to teach me how to love, Quinn Hughes?” you said flirtily, placing your hand under your chin.

Quinn reached across the table and grabbed your other hand, “I’m going to show you what a romantic date is supposed to be like. And if you like it, I’ll take you on another. And another. And if we get there, I’ll show you how a real man acts as a boyfriend. And hopefully, along the way, we’ll fall in love. And I won’t say it until I know it’s there.”

“How will you know it’s love?” you asked. He already had you melting at his advances. 

“I’ll know when it’s a feeling I’ve never felt before. I’ll know when it’s a feeling that can’t be described as anything but love. Are you in?”

You bit the inside of your cheek. Quinn was serious. He didn’t want a fling. He wasn’t here to get sex at the end of the night. He was here to see if he can find the real thing with you. He was here for a challenge. 

“I’m in.”

Over dinner you two did the usual small chat about yourselves, but that quickly developed into telling full out stories. It wasn’t awkward with him like it had been on some other first dates. You were strangely very comfortable with him. 

He told you about his summer at his lake house with his family and friends, you told him about your trip to London with your cousins. He told you about how he first met Mack when she was drunk off her ass at a party back when she was still dating Brock, the only ex she ended on good terms with and is still friends with, and you told him about how she was not her drunkest at that party, and that one time you two snuck out of a party to have a lightsaber fight but didn’t have lightsabers so you used traffic cones. 

“You did not!” Quinn laughed. 

“We did!” you shouted over your laughs. You were definitely getting stares, but you didn’t care. “I beat her ass, too.”

“Oh yeah?” he asked, quirking his eyebrow. 

“Oh yeah. I totally had the high ground.” 

Quinn walked you to your car at the end of the night. You two shut down the restaurant, neither one of you desired to leave. You boldly grabbed his hand as you started walking and were relieved when he looped your fingers together in response. 

“Did you have a good time?” Quinn asked you when you arrived at your car. 

“I really did. I’m not sure I want it to end,” you admitted. 

You wanted so badly to ask him to come over. But he told you that he wanted to give you a romantic date, not a pre-sex affair. He’s looking for something real. Something that isn’t just sex. 

“Me either,” he smiled. 

As you two looked at each other, your eyes started flickering from his to his lips. He noticed, but you knew that he was doing the same. 

Your hunger ended when Quinn finally leaned in. His hands slid down your waist and settled on your hips, pulling you closer to him. Yours went up and around his neck, happily content feeling the ends of his hair.

Quinn kissed you in a way that you’ve never been kissed before. It was soft. Sensual. It had you aching for more. The feeling that people describe as “sparks flying?” You were pretty sure this was it. 

The kiss wasn’t rough; it wasn’t filled with primal need. 

It left you breathless. Lightheaded. Warm. 

It was the type of kiss that told you there was more to him. And all you wanted to do was learn. 

“That was—“

“Don’t describe it,” Quinn cut you off in a whisper. He reached his hand out to cup your face, “Just feel it.” 

All you could do was nod your head. You felt your entire body quivering at his touch. 

Quinn smiled and opened up your car door for you, “Tell me when you get home?”

“Y-yeah. I will,” you stammered. You couldn’t stop looking at him. 

“Goodnight, Y/N. Drive safe!”

“Goodnight, Quinn,” you smiled. 

You watched him walk away in your rear view mirror, smiling madly. Quinn left you feeling like a giddy little girl. It was something that no one else has ever done. 

March 16, 2021

You were going on your fifth date with Quinn tonight, and Mack was swearing up and down that Quinn was going to make things official. 

“Y/N/N, trust me!” she said while dramatically shaking you by the shoulders. 

“I want to!” you laughed, shoving her off of you. “I just don’t want to get any hopes up. We’re going out to have a good time and that’s it!” 

“Hopes up you say?” Mack asked as she wiggled her eyebrows. “Does that mean you want Quinn to ask you? Do you, Y/N Y/L/N, WANT a boyfriend just mere weeks after saying you were done with dating forever?”

“I didn’t say forever!” 

“Alright!” she surrendered. “I’m keeping my mouth shut because I don’t want to jinx anything, but just know that I am a very happy girl right now!”

You shook your head at your best friend’s nonsense. Okay, maybe you were hoping what she was saying will turn out to be true tonight, and maybe you were liking the goodnight calls and good morning texts and mid day updates. And maybe you relish in the smile Quinn gives you when you stand at the glass during warm ups at his games while you wear his jersey. And maybe you’ve never felt like this before, and it was making you the happiest you’ve ever been. But you weren’t sure if it was love. Love was still a weary and scary concept for you at this point. But maybe… maybe this is pre-love? Maybe this is the build up. Maybe this is the jump before the fall. 

You weren’t scared of jumping.

Whatever it is, you’re pretty positive it’s too early for love. You’re just now open to the idea of love because of Quinn, so you certainly were skeptical at the notion of “love at first sight.” Although, it’s been a little too long to count as “first sight.” Love at fifth date? Love at hundredth facetime? Call it what you want, but it still felt way too soon. 

You were still doing your makeup when there was a knock at the door, signaling that Quinn was here. 

“Mack, could you—“

“I’m already on it!” she cut you off, rushing down the stairs to open the door. 

You tried to finish up your mascara really quickly, but that only resulted in your dropping it and smearing some across your cheek. 

“Shit!” 

“Shit?” you heard Quinn ask. You gasped in surprise, and he just laughed as he approached you. He placed his hands on your cheeks and kissed the top of your head before taking a look at you, “Ahh. I see the source of the shit.”

“It’ll wipe off, it’s fine,” you shrugged. “I’ll just need five more minutes?” 

Quinn smiled, “Take all the time you need to feel happy.” 

If you were alone and that was a text, you’d probably be kicking your feet at Quinn’s comment. He didn’t say anything teasing that you take forever, he didn’t use the cliché “you look pretty without makeup” or whatever, he said that he wants you to feel happy with your appearance. You didn’t know why that felt more romantic than a compliment; it just did. He was focusing on your emotions and confidence. He was validating you. Validation and understanding feels a lot more intimate than a compliment about your appearance. 

“I’m ready!” you sing-songed as you climbed down the stairs. 

Quinn was standing at the bottom of the stairs with his hands behind his back and a soft smile on his face. 

You jumped from the fourth step down to the second step. You reached out gently to tilt Quinn’s face towards yours and leaned down to crash your lips against his. You stepped down to the final step to become level with when he deepened the kiss. He released one of his hands to place it at the small of your back in order to draw you in, but the other remained. 

“Whatcha hidin’, handsome?” you asked cheekily. 

Quinn’s other hand quickly whipped around in front of his center and revealed a bouquet of daisies and lavender. You gasped and kissed him quick, taking the bouquet from him and inhaling its sweet scent with a smile after your lips parted.

“They’re beautiful,” you told him. 

“They’re not the only thing,” he whispered. 

“You flirt,” you blushed. 

You both bid your goodbyes to Mackenzie and walked out the door. Quinn rushed slightly ahead of you to open up the passenger door for you before making his way to the driver's seat. It was a quick drive to the mini golf place, and it was filled with you two goofily singing along to the radio. 

When you got there, you were surprised at how many people and families there were. It was a Saturday night, but still. You didn’t know this many people went mini golfing at any given moment. 

You picked out a pink club, and Quinn grabbed a green one. He held out his hand for you to take, and for once, you didn’t feel weird holding somebody’s hand in public. It was a small act, but it was still a big deal for you. You used to do it with previous boyfriends, but that was because you felt like you had to in order to try and feel like you were in a normal relationship. You want to hold Quinn’s hand. You love the way your hand fits in his and how warm his hands are. You love how rough they feel compared to your soft ones. Just this simple action made you feel safe and less overwhelmed by the amount of people. It made you feel like it was just you and him. 

“Ready to lose, Y/L/N?” Quinn taunted you.

“Don’t be so cocky,” you teased back. “I’m a pro at this.”

“You said you haven’t been mini golfing in years!” he pointed out with a laugh. 

“I’m trying to speak me winning into the universe, Quintin!” 

Needless to say, you were terrible, but Quinn gave you two extra puts each round to try and get you more points. It didn’t make much of a difference for how badly he was beating you, but it made you feel good.

“What ever happened to letting the girl win?” you groaned. “Some gentleman you are.”

Quinn softly smiled and walked over to you. Placing his hands on the small of your back, he kissed you gently, “I’m sorry, baby. I just can’t fake sucking.”

You dramatically threw your head back, groaned, then gave him a pout when you looked back at him. Quinn laughed and kissed you again, effectively wiping the pout off your face.

This was also something big for you– kissing in public. PDA. You’ve never done that. You always pulled away or forced the kiss to be a quick peck instead. You were worried about people staring and judging. But not with Quinn. You didn’t care who was around, you wanted them to know that you were happy. 

Unsurprisingly, Quinn won. He cheered with his club in both hands being held above his head, sending you into a fit of giggles. 

“Stop parading around like you just won the Stanley Cup!” you shouted. 

Quinn whipped his head towards you in mock offense. He walked towards you and kissed you again, much more firmly this time, “I’m sorry you sucked.”

“It’s okay,” you chuckled. 

“I do believe me winning deserves a prize!”

“Oh yeah? And what did you have in mind?” you smirked. 

You were expecting his answer to be something along the lines of another kiss or going out for ice cream, but what he said proved your best friend to be correct.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” he asked you softly. He was confident in his question. He had the biggest smile on his face that was filled with so much hope and admiration. 

“I’d love to,” you answered. 

Now Quinn really looked like he won the Stanley Cup. His eyes lit up brighter than you’ve ever seen them, and his smile looked like it hurt. You should know, because your smile was so big that it did hurt. Quinn hugged you so tightly that your feet kicked off the ground and he spun you in a circle. When he put you back down, he kissed you passionately. It was different than every other kiss you two have shared, given that is a small number since this was only your fifth date. This one meant more. This one said more. 

When he walked you to your door and kissed you goodbye, you reached out and grabbed his arm to stop him. He turned around slowly, and you knew that the look in your eyes said all that you wanted to say.

“Are you sure?” he whispered.

“Positive.”

Mackenzie was already in her room for the night, much to your relief. You and Quinn kissed all the way up the stairs and into your bedroom. The second your bedroom door closed; clothes began to be thrown off. He threw you on your back onto your bed like it was nothing, then he climbed on top of you and began to pepper kissed up your stomach, through your neck, across your jaw, until he finally reached your lips again. 

“Just tell me if you want me to stop,” he said low.

“Don’t stop,” you panted. “Please don’t stop.”

April 14, 2021

You were pretty sure you were feeling it. No, you knew you were feeling it. 

Love. 

You were feeling just like the movies and love songs and poems said– you were enamored by Quinn. You missed him so bad that it hurt when you weren’t with him, especially when he was on roadies during the season (you were selfishly glad that it’s over for the time being). You felt like the best version of yourself when he was around. But you were also learning that your definition of love was so much more than that.

“OH MY GOD! I KNEW IT WOULD HAPPEN! I KNEW IT!” Mackenzie screamed when you told her. 

“Alright!” you giggled. “You knew it, you did it, congratulations! Now how do I tell him? Do I wait for him to tell me? What if it goes away and I don’t–”

“Are you sure it’s love?” she cut you off.

“I am. It’s new, and it’s freeing, and it’s–agh! It’s perfect. It has to be,” you said, covering your hands over your face so that she couldn’t see how wildly you were blushing and grinning. 

Mack grabbed your wrists and yanked your hands off your face, “I don’t think that’s going away, babe! Now tell me! The deal was that you’d tell me what love is! Spill it! And don’t quote the movies!”

“I think love is different for everybody. I’m feeling the stuff that they say in the movies and the sonnets and the songs, but it’s so much more than that. Love is… wild. Love is like a never-ending joy ride with the windows down and your favorite songs blaring on the stereo. Love is like that feeling you get in your body when you hear a new song, and it absolutely consumes you to where you heat up and feel like you're vibrating. Love is feeling like you could do the impossible as long as your person is right there beside you. Love can feel like you’re flying.

“But love can also make you feel safe. Love is feeling at home with your person, no matter where you are. You could be in the backseat of a car, but if you were with your person? That could be home for the time being. Love is like that feeling of pride and relief when you deep clean your house for the first time in forever. Love is like sitting by the ocean and watching the waves crash against the sand, and none of the sand ends up in your shoes. 

“Loving Quinn feels like a breath of fresh air. Loving Quinn makes me feel like I finally know who I am and who I could be. Loving Quinn makes me feel alive for the very first time. It’s everything.”

Mack looked like she could burst into tears then and there. You were about to hug her when an all too familiar voice ceased your movements.

“Did you mean that?” 

You turned around so quickly that your head spun. There, standing at the edge of your living room, was Quinn.

“Yeah,” you whispered with a nod. “Every word.”

Quinn rushed towards you and cupped your face, slamming his lips onto yours. You heard Mack clap with glee, but you didn’t care. She was slipping away, and only you and Quinn existed in the world at this very moment.

“I love you,” you breathed when you two had to come up for air.

“I love you,” Quinn echoed. “You described it perfectly. I felt every word. I am helplessly, irrevocably, completely, and utterly in love with you. I’ll never stop saying it. Not now that I know what it means.”

“I didn’t believe in love before you. I didn’t know what love was. It’s you, Quinn. My love is yours, and only yours.”

The smile on Quinn’s face was contagious, but your face was already painted with one. You didn’t expect to fall in love, and you certainly didn’t expect to say it first. Maybe it was fate, maybe it was a god, maybe it was the stars aligning. You didn’t know why, but you did know that you were made to love Quinn Hughes alongside all of the other things you were made for. 

Love was real. And you can’t live without it. And you’re so glad that you learned that. 

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[misshoneyimhome]

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.” with the inexperienced reader if possible please

Oh babe, it's always possible! 🤍

So sorry for the delay with this chapter though, but I really wanted to make sure it was worth the wait 🌺 The plot for this one was mainly inspired by this request with a little bit of added spice from this one - and I just hope you all enjoy it 🤍

Though it did end up being a bit more intense than I planned, I also figured stirring up some real emotions would be alright? 😉🔥

So, this chapter's got quite some Dom!Willy vibes, pushing some boundaries with the reader - but please note it's supposed to be all in a sexual/romantic way, nothing crazy like Stockholm Syndrome 🙈 [soft!Willy at the end]

Warnings; smut 18+; use of sex toy (Magic Wand), unpleasurable overstimulation, orgasm denial, dominant play, use of safe word, penetrative sex (p in v), pinning, mild choking, cumshot; please, let me know if I missed anything;

Word count; 6.6K

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All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you pt IX I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️🔥

As Sunday arrived, the exhaustion from the whirlwind of activities over the past few days weighed heavily on both you and your boyfriend, William Nylander. 

Despite the exhilarating moments and the playful bet that had led to some unforgettable bedroom actions, the weariness was undeniable. The All-Star event had been a thrilling deviation from the routine of the hockey season, but now, as the day unfolded lazily before you, there was a palpable sense of relief in simply being able to rest.

And as you slowly awakened from your slumber, you couldn’t help but admire William still deeply asleep beside you. 

However, with the dogs eagerly nudging you, signalling their need for a walk, you made the decision to let him enjoy a well-deserved lie-in. Gently slipping out of bed, you tiptoed around the room, careful not to disturb his peaceful rest. Then after putting on some comfortable clothes, you met the crisp morning air, as you leashed up the dogs, relishing in the tranquillity of the early hours.

You savoured the morning of February, accompanied by Pablo and Banksy, relishing the quietude of the nearly deserted city streets, while the few early risers walking their dogs received your friendly greetings as you passed by.

And upon reaching one of your favourite bakeries, you decided to indulge yourself and William with some of their finest pastries. You believed both of you deserved this treat, since William's weekend had been filled with excitement and joy, while you had been a mere spectator on the side lines. Plus, considering the activities from last night, you likely had already burned enough calories.

Yet, as you admired the delectable treats displayed in the window, a sudden wave of nausea washed over you, as though you were in the presence of something unsettling and dangerous. Instinctively, you turned to investigate the cause of your discomfort, only to be startled by the sight of a familiar face you had never expected to encounter in this part of the city – your ex-boyfriend, Liam.

The air thickened between you, punctuated by a soft gasp escaping your lips as your gaze locked with his.

He appeared infuriatingly good-looking. His trademark smirk graced his pink lips, his hair flawlessly styled into a quiff, and his posture radiated confidence. Clad in his usual casual attire, topped with a denim jacket, which seemed out of place for the current weather, he flashed you a knowing smile before breaking the silence.

"Hey, y/n," Liam's voice was as low and rough as you remembered.

"Hey..." you responded tersely, guarding against revealing too much emotion. Your heart fluttered uncomfortably, torn between lingering hurt and the newfound confidence from your current relationship.

"You look good," he offered a compliment, one you didn't particularly need from him.

"Thanks... What are you doing here?" you asked, a hint of timidity in your voice.

Liam shrugged nonchalantly. "Just out for a stroll."

"Out for a stroll? You don't even live nearby..." you raised an eyebrow, puzzled by his sudden appearance in your life once again.

"And that means I can never come around this area?" he retorted with a sarcastic chuckle.

You found yourself hesitating, uncertain of how to navigate the interaction. "I suppose it doesn't," you replied, mustering a friendly smile before a brief silence settled between you. "Anyway, I, um... I better get going..."

"Wait... I, um," he interrupted suddenly. "It's nice to see you again."

"Yeah... um, thanks," you replied, feeling unsure how to reciprocate. However, as you stood in the middle of the pavement, your feet didn’t seem to move the way you wanted them to, as if his presence held you back.

"So, you got dogs?" Liam attempted to keep the conversation going, diverting his gaze toward the two doodles by your legs.

"Oh, well... they're not mine – I mean, they're mine to walk, but not... they don't belong to me..." you stumbled over your words, feeling unsettled by the effect he still seemed to have on you. Which annoyed you beyond anything. You were in a committed, happy relationship, yet he somehow retained a magnetic hold over you.

"Right... your new boyfriend – the hockey player..." Liam snorted, his disapproval evident. However, his opinion held no weight in comparison to your feelings for William. Liam's thoughts on your relationship were inconsequential to you, yet you couldn't deny the slight satisfaction of being complimented and knowing he still harboured feelings for you.

"Yeah, the hockey player..." you replied with a small confident smirk. "Who, by the way, doesn't appreciate your comments on my Instagram posts," you pointed out, earning another chuckle from Liam.

"Oh, yeah... damn, I'm sorry about that. I don't know what came over me," he said casually, as if it meant nothing to him.

"It's alright, just please don’t do it again," you said, feeling more relaxed.

"Why not?" Liam grinned. "I might not win you back like that, but it's worth a shot..."

"What? Liam, you shouldn't even be trying at all..." you exclaimed in slight disbelief.

"Because you have a boyfriend?" he chuckled once more. "Come on, y/n, some overly arrogant hockey player doesn’t deserve you... just because he's rich and famous doesn't make him a good boyfriend..."

"Like you were?" you retorted promptly. "All you did was flirt with other girls... even when I was around!" Your voice unintentionally rose a notch, and you felt a momentary flush of embarrassment at arguing with your ex in the middle of the Toronto streets.

"I know... I know, y/n... but I've learned from it now – I'm not the same," Liam defended, taking a small step closer, still wearing that confident smile that could once weaken you in an instant.

Feeling the need to create some distance, you took a small step back, not allowing Liam to get too close with his captivating gaze and charming grin.

"Well, it's too late, Liam – I'm in love with someone else, and you lost the breakup," you replied firmly, gripping the dogs' leashes tightly. And with determination, you swiftly turned on your heels and walked away at a brisk pace, not daring to look back.

And as you hurried back to the apartment, you almost held your breath, feeling a sense of relief wash over you when you finally reached the safety of the elevator. Leaning against the wall, you let out a deep sigh. "Shit..." you mumbled softly to yourself.

It surprised you how Liam could still stir up such emotions within you. You hadn't thought about him in months, believing you were completely over him ever since you walked away. Yet, it seemed the ghosts of the past had a way of haunting you.

And upon your return to the condo, Pablo and Banksy rushed eagerly to the kitchen, where they greeted William with boundless excitement.

"Hey boys," William's voice greeted warmly while you were taking a deep breath and shedding your coat and shoes before joining him. "Hey babe," he continued, his eyes lighting up as they met yours, standing in the kitchen, dressed in a loose t-shirt and shorts. "Did you go for a long walk?"

Apparently, time had slipped by faster than you had realised, the encounter with your ex causing you to lose track on your way back.

"Um, yeah... I couldn't really decide on what to get for breakfast," you replied with a soft chuckle, opting not to mention the brief encounter with Liam, knowing it would likely put William in a sour mood – something you wanted to avoid on a day like today.

"So, what did you buy?" William chuckled, noticing you didn't have any bags with you.

"Oh," you realised Liam's unexpected presence had prevented you from buying the treats you had intended to. Then thinking quickly, you came up with an alternative plan. "Um, I just thought we could make pancakes instead."

"Great idea, älskling," your boyfriend replied with a content smile, pulling you in for a kiss.

And as the morning developed into a relaxing day spent together on the sofa, watching movies, and taking naps with the dogs, the encounter with Liam slowly faded from your mind. Wrapped up in the comfort of William's presence, it seemed insignificant compared to the warmth and love you shared.

**

Monday unfolded like any other day in your new, not-so-ordinary lifestyle. After getting up, dressed, and bidding farewell to William as he headed out for morning skates, you embarked on your usual routine of walking the dogs before heading to work.

Throughout the day, amidst your tasks, you received loving texts from William, peppered with updates between workouts and media work, creating a comforting thread of connection despite the distance.

And upon returning home, you found yourself assisting him in selecting his attire for the evening's match.

"How about a black suit with a grey shirt?" you suggested, laying out the options on the bed.

"I thought you liked the green one best," he chuckled, emerging from the bathroom clad only in his boxers.

"Well, babe, I like you best naked, but I don't think it’d be appropriate for you to walk in like that," you teased, flashing him a flirtatious smile as he wrapped his muscular arms around you form behind.

"Mmm," he hummed, nuzzling into your hair. "I guess not... wouldn't want you to get all jealous again," his confident chuckle filled the room.

"Me, jealous? Willy, I think we both know you were the jealous one this weekend," you retorted playfully, sharing a light chuckle with him.

"Oh, like you weren't when I walked the carpet," William teased, his arms still wrapped around you.

Then turning in his embrace, you looked up at him, slipping your arms around his neck. "Hmm, maybe a little bit..." you admitted with a cheeky smile.

"Don't worry, älskling, I'm all yours," he reassured softly, leaning down to kiss your lips.

And as your mouths melded in a passionate embrace, you found yourself leaning into the moment, the words 'I'm yours' echoing in your mind. 

However, as if out of nowhere, thoughts of Liam from yesterday suddenly intruded, and you had to do your best to push them away, focusing on the closeness of William. Which had you unintentionally pulling him closer and deepening the kiss, letting your tongue press between his lips, and taste him.

Then gently pulling back to catch his breath, William's heavy breathing hinted at his growing arousal.

"Easy, prinsessa, I don't think we have the time," he murmured, his hands tightening around you in response to your intense kiss.

"I know, I just... you just look so fucking good," you smiled up at him, ignoring any intrusive thoughts. "Especially now that your beard is coming back, so you don't look like a teenager anymore."

William couldn’t help but chuckle at your dislike for his shaved face. "Yeah, you like that, huh?"

"Mmm, makes you almost manly," you grinned.

"Only almost?" he raised an eyebrow, gently pushing you back until the back of your legs hit the bed. "Maybe I should remind you just how manly I can be?"

"Didn't think we had the time?" you smirked back.

"Oh, I always have time for you, baby," William replied with a smirk of his own, pushing you down onto the bed, where his lips fiercely crashed onto yours once more. 

It was one of those moments where you remembered why William was always late to things – besides his usual tardiness. Sensually moving his lips from yours, he trailed kisses down your jawline and onto the sensitive skin of your neck, leaving a mark with gentle nips and sucks.

"Willy," you moaned softly, almost surrendering to his touch.

"Mmm," he murmured against your skin, his hands exploring the contours of your body, teasingly massaging your breasts before trailing down to grasp your buttocks and give them a firm squeeze.

"You really don't have time for this..." you breathed out, torn between the desire to indulge in the pleasure of each other's bodies and the practicality of the impending schedule.

"But I'm already hard, babe," he chuckled, pulling back slightly to give you a cheeky smirk.

"Well, then I guess you'll have to think about something else before you walk in and have photos taken," you laughed softly, planting a gentle kiss on his lips before reclining on the bed, settling in to watch him get ready.

"You're a fucking tease, did you know that?" William grinned as he stood up, adjusting himself before grabbing his trousers.

"Oh, I know..." you replied with a smug look, your eyes following his every movement.

"Hmm, maybe I'll have to punish you later for teasing me like that?" William suggested, leaning over to kiss you again before buttoning up his shirt.

"I'm afraid you'll have to," you simply replied with a playful smirk.

It was another moment that reminded you of just how much you loved William Nylander. The way he could ignite passion with a single touch, yet also share heartfelt laughter and playful banter. It was undeniably the most wonderful relationship you had ever experienced.

And with a mischievous smile, you couldn't resist sending William a 'good luck' lingerie photo as he left for tonight's game. It was a playful gesture, a small reminder of your affection and support, before you would join him later after the game for some post-match celebration.

**

However, as the game unfolded, it became clear that it wouldn't be the greatest outcome for the Leafs. Despite their best efforts, the Islanders managed to secure a narrow victory with a final score of 3-2 by none other than Pierre Engvall, leaving a sense of disappointment hanging heavy in the locker room.

And as the players regrouped, their heads hung low processing the loss. While they knew they had fought hard, the bitterness of defeat still lingered. 

Meanwhile, outside the locker room, the partners and friends of the team waited patiently, discussing how to support their significant others through this tough moment.

You knew William wouldn't be in the best mood, but you also recognised that you were fortunate to have a partner who could brush off losses and bounce back rather easily. Maria Samsonov, on the other hand, had a different experience. Sammy had a tendency to always blame himself when the team lost—a burden that he had carried for some time. Yet, you also understood that this was typical for goaltenders, and with the support and encouragement from the team, he would be alright in due time.

So, as the hallways gradually emptied out, you then found yourself engaged in light chatter with some of the players and their significant others with William by your side. It was heartening to hear the boys laughing despite the loss, and it seemed they were already focusing on the next game.

With William's arm securely around your waist, you shared a moment of camaraderie and warmth among friends. Everything felt just right, and you savoured the sense of contentment that washed over you.

However, amidst the happy laughter and conversation, you suddenly felt a pair of eyes boring into you from a distance, sending an uncomfortable shiver down your spine. And when Stephanie's uneasy glance hinted that something was amiss, it prompted you to turn and confront whatever was causing the discomfort.

Your stomach churned as you again laid eyes on the familiar face standing in the hallway of the Toronto Maple Leafs, a place he certainly didn't belong.

"Liam," you breathed out, instinctively taking a step away from your group of friends and out of William’s embrace. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

Your voice was low but firm, your eyes wide with shock and disbelief, as you crossed your arms, posing in front of him.

Standing there with his trademark confident grin and hands in his pockets, Liam simply chuckled. "Why do you always have to dictate where I can and cannot be?"

His voice grated on your nerves, and you couldn't hide the discomfort his presence evoked in you.

"Because this is not a place you should be... you have no business here..." you attempted to explain, but Liam only took a step forward, maintaining his smug expression.

"Well, I have every right to be a Leafs fan, right?" he chuckled deeply. "And as a fan, I can buy a ticket, which gives me access to the arena."

It was a feeble justification, you thought, but you knew he technically had a point.

"That doesn't explain why you're here, by the players' locker room," you added, trying to assert your boundaries.

But Liam just simply continued to hold his gaze on you, as if it was a challenge. Yet you remained composed, meeting his stare without flinching.

"I had to see you again..." he spoke softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

You felt a surge of conflicting emotions – anger, frustration, and fear. One thing was encountering him in public on the street, but having him show up here, in your territory, was another matter entirely.

However, as the tension between you was palpable, it again left you frozen and almost unable to react.

"But I don't want to see you..." you finally managed to speak; your voice barely audible as you let out a sigh. You didn't want to waste any more energy being angry with Liam. He didn't deserve the emotional turmoil he caused you.

And just as Liam was about to respond, William approached, his eyes fixed firmly on the man before you. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close – a clear message asserting his dominance and showing Liam that you were no longer available to him.

"Are you alright, babe?" William's voice cut through the tension, his gaze fixed on Liam, though the question was directed at you.

Finally breaking away from Liam's stare, you subtly shifted in William's arm, feeling a sense of relief and security with him by your side.

"Yeah, I'm alright.”

Despite your reassurance, the atmosphere in the hallway remained thick with tension as more players gathered behind you, their presence adding to the pressure mounting on your ex-boyfriend.

Yet Liam persisted in speaking to you, his words dripping with a mix of bitterness and arrogance. "It's good to see that you're happy, y/n/n... although your friends seem more like protective bulldogs."

"Well, maybe she wouldn't need them if you weren't here," William retorted, his grip around your waist tightening as he channelled his irritation.

Liam's untimely appearance had chosen the worst possible moment after a loss against the Islanders, and you could feel William's lingering disappointment from the game only fuelling his temper.

"Or maybe I could just have a nice talk with my ex-girlfriend without you here," Liam challenged William, his tone laced with defiance. It was clear that this confrontation was slowly escalating, and you feared it wouldn't end well, especially when Liam continued with his provocation, his eyes fixed in you. "Guess I shouldn't have let you go so easily yesterday; it was so much easier to talk to you alone.”

The tension in the air thickened more if even possible, and you braced yourself for what was to come, knowing that this encounter was far from over. 

“You talked yesterday?” William inquired, turning briefly to you with frowned eyes, earning a small nod from you.

“Yes, so don’t worry, she’s much capable of talking without you around,” Liam replied, a way too comfortable smirk curving on his lips.

However, as William's question still hung in the air, a wave of unease washed over you. And Liam's smug response only intensified the tension, which made you sure you had to act before things escalated further.

But before you could intervene, William's temper erupted. "How about you just stay the hell away from her!" he sudden shouted, his frustration boiling over, and unable to contain his emotions. 

"I think she can speak for herself!" Liam shot back; his tone defiant as he maintained his arrogant smirk. "She doesn't need you to protect her."

And that had William's anger reaching its breaking point, causing him to abruptly remove his arm from around you, shoving Liam in the chest. "As long as you're here, she does!" he retorted, his voice laced with fury.

Then Liam retaliated, pushing back, but before the situation could escalate further, the other players swiftly intervened. Tavares restrained Liam while Mitch and Auston held William back, preventing what could have devolved into a physical altercation.

"It's time for you to leave now," the captain spoke firmly to Liam, who begrudgingly adjusted his jacket after Tavares released him.

"Yeah, maybe I should just leave her with you - I guess a dumb hockey player does deserve a dumb girl," he spat out, his words clearly crossing a line.

But it wasn't William who struck out first. With a swift movement, Auston swung his fist, landing a punch directly on Liam's nose. The impact sent Liam staggering back, clutching his injured nose as he stumbled to his feet and swiftly exited the hallway of the Scotiabank Arena.

The scene happened so quick, almost unfolding in a blur, but there was no denying the sense of satisfaction that washed over you as Liam retreated, leaving behind a palpable feeling of relief and closure.

“Shit…” you mumbled softly, a tear creeping into the corner of your eye as embarrassment suddenly washed over you. “I’m so sorry, guys,” you apologised, turning to face the others.

“Hey, don’t worry about it,” Auston spoke firmly, shaking his hand a little as he flashed you a grin. “You’re one of us, remember? No one should talk to you like that.”

“Yeah, what a jerk,” Stephanie added, prompting everyone to share light laughter as they discussed Liam's audacity.

And as they all then began to bid their farewells, you quickly turned to Auston. “Thank you, Aus. By the way, I hope you didn’t hurt your hand too much,” you said, flashing him a concerned smile.

“Not at all. It was actually fun to punch someone outside the ice,” he offered a light chuckle. “Besides, I’d do it anytime for you.” And with a cheeky grin, he left the hallway alongside Mitch and Stephanie.

However, William's demeanour was far more serious than the rest of the group. Still standing with his arm firmly around you, he glanced at you with a solemn expression.

Yet, when he didn’t say anything, you decided to break the tense silence. “I’m sorry, Willy…”

But William simply shook his head and let go of his arm around you before speaking. “Let’s just go home.”

His voice sounded firm and rough with the few words he spoke. And you couldn’t deny that it was a piercing feeling, knowing he was both fussing over you and angry at Liam for showing up.

Needless to say, the ride home was completely silent, not a word exchanged as William’s intense glare focused on the road ahead. Nor was there any sound between you as you entered the condo, despite the greetings you both offered the dogs.

Then upon arriving in the kitchen, you tried to follow William, yet it seemed he was avoiding your attempts to talk to him.

“Willy, I’m sorry…” you tried again, raising your voice slightly, but you were met with nothing but a piercing stare as he stood hunched over the kitchen island.

“Sorry about what? That you didn’t tell me about talking to your ex… or that you knew he might show up in your life again…” His voice was low, dark, and rough, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

To your small relief, William wasn’t shouting, but his tone was menacing, which in a way felt worse.

“All of it…” you admitted timidly. “But I didn’t know he’d show up like that…” you tried to defend.

“That doesn’t matter, y/n,” William spoke dominantly, straightening up and coming a little closer to you. “You could’ve told me about yesterday. And you chose not to.”

You took a small step back, slightly surprised by his forceful behaviour, and let out a small gasp as your eyes remained fixated on him.

“I chose not to tell you because I didn’t think it’d matter, Willy,” you managed to explain with a more confident tone. “He doesn’t matter. Only you do. So, I don’t care if he shows up again. He's nothing compared to you.”

There was a brief moment of silence hanging between you as William again took a step closer, invading your personal space.

“That’s right.”

And it was as though some cosmic force propelled William towards you, causing his lips to collide with yours. The intensity of his passion was palpable as he cupped your face with his hands, drawing you nearer to him.

Your breath was swiftly taken away as you were swept into the fervent moment, caught somewhat off guard, yet your body instinctively yielded to his embrace.

Wrapping your hands around his neck, you pressed your chests together, both fully immersed in the heat of the moment. William’s hands moved to the back of your head, holding onto you with fervour as his tongue eagerly explored your mouth, leaving no doubt about his hunger for you.

You allowed your fingers to trail from his neck to firmly grasp onto his hoodie, pulling him even closer as you mirrored the depth of your longing for his touch.

Yet for William, this went beyond merely asserting his dominance in passionate sex. He wanted to ensure you understood the depth of his feelings for you, how you had found your way into his heart, and how he couldn't bear the thought of losing you to someone else. You belonged to him, and he needed you to acknowledge that.

Breaking the kiss for a brief moment, both of you released deep breaths, consumed by the intensity and longing for each other.

"You're so fucking sexy," William whispered before capturing your lips again, until you gently pushed him away to catch your breath. 

"And you're so fucking hot when you're mad!"

It felt like a competition as you eagerly pressed your faces together, sharing the raw desire that only grew with each passing second. Your hands drew each other closer, ensuring there was no space left between you, keeping yourselves intertwined.

Then, with his strength, William let his hands move to your buttocks, lifting you into his arms and almost hurrying to the bedroom, where he tossed you onto the bed.

"So, you think I'm hot when I'm mad?" he chuckled huskily, his eyes smouldering with desire as he pulled his hoodie over his head and discarded it, revealing his bare chest. "Let me show you just how mad I am then."

You had to bite your lip as you gazed at him before you. Never before had you been so aroused by his intense gaze and the palpable tension emanating from him. It was much like the day he came home after you'd been out with Emily, but tonight he wasn't gentle and dominant. He was simply rough and forceful.

As he knelt on the bed beside you, his hands swiftly found your shirt and trousers, almost tearing them off as he wasted no time in undressing you. Leaving you in your underwear, he then made his way to the nightstand where he retrieved the Magic Wand, one of your favourite toys.

"You know the rules; hands above your head – if you move them, you don’t get to come," William commanded, and you immediately complied.

Returning to the mattress, he knelt between your legs once more, urging them to spread wide as he used his large frame to keep them apart. Switching on the vibrator to what sounded like a rather high setting, he directed it straight to your fabric-covered core.

"Fuck!" you exclaimed in pleasure as the intense vibrations made forceful contact with your clit, your hands gripping tightly onto the pillows behind your head as your eyes shut tight. "Shit, Willy!" you cried loudly.

But then he withdrew the wand, leaving you breathless and desperately gasping for air from his sudden action. You imagined his smug expression, but as you gently opened your eyes, you were met only with a dominant, stern look.

"Is this what you want?" he asked rhetorically, but before you could even think of an answer, he forcefully pressed the vibrator back onto your clit, causing you to squirm and cry out as you instinctively arched your back.

It was almost verging on painful. The high intensity caused your body to shake and tremble, a mixture of pleasure that wasn’t allowed to gradually build. Your heels aggressively dug into the mattress beneath you as you once again yearned for air that was stolen from your lungs amidst the extreme overstimulation.

And then, once more, William withdrew the wand. Panting as he surveyed the effect, he was having on you, small beads of sweat forming on your skin as you cried out in a blend of pleasure and pain.

"Stop... please," you pleaded in a whisper, but William didn’t seem to hear you.

"You want to make me jealous, is that it?" he spat, once again bringing the device in his hand into contact with your core, causing you to scream out. But this time, you were unable to endure it any longer.

With a loud cry, you forced yourself to raise your voice and put an end to it. "Blue. Willy, blue!"

And the safe word seemed to work, prompting William to withdraw the device.

Breaths were shared heavily between you, your eyes wet as they met his dark glare in the dimmed lights of the bedroom. You took a moment to regain control of the tears trailing down from the corner of your eyes, staring intensely at William.

"Willy," you softly breathed out, unable to form any coherent sentences as you processed what had just happened.

His chest rose and fell forcefully, his hand still clutching the vibrator before he flung it across the room. You could feel his simmering anger beneath the surface, yet there were hints of concern in his eyes as he kept his gaze locked onto you.

Swiftly, he then rose from his position, never breaking eye contact as he undressed completely, almost as if awaiting your objection.

However, you remained silent. Instead, you focused on regaining your breath, allowing your body to gradually relax as the charged atmosphere in the room brimmed with intense desires and raw lust.

It felt almost illicit. William's rough movements as he returned to the bed, discarding the delicate piece of fabric covering your heat, and leaned over your body, gripping each of your wrists and pinning them down on either side of your head.

No words were exchanged, only the tension lingering between you both as you still felt the remnants of frustration and irritation from earlier.

You both allowed the silence to envelop the room as William guided the tip of his throbbing cock to your entrance, eager to feel your warmth.

Softly, you parted your lips, releasing a small breath as you silently gave him your consent to proceed. And then, with one determined thrust, William drove his member into your core, penetrating you deeply with force.

You couldn't help but let out a soft cry again in response to his movements, though this time it was a pure expression of pleasure.

His length stimulated the inside of your walls as he withdrew and thrust back in, establishing a slow yet firm rhythm that resulted in loud slaps of skin colliding echoing through the room.

William's moans escaped his lips uncontrollably with each intense thrust, emitting deep, dark, husky grunts as he channelled his anger through his motions.

Your core eagerly welcomed every thrust he delivered, despite their lack of softness and romance. Yet, with each stroke, as his length massaged your sensitive muscles, a pleasurable sensation surged within you, gradually building towards an orgasm.

"Yes, Willy… it feels so good," you cried out softly, prompting William to increase his pace.

And as the intensity heightened, his moans grew louder, his grip around your wrists tightening as he too sensed his climax approaching. However, he held back, still determined to bring you the pleasure you deserved.

Then, sensing your impending orgasm as the clenching around his cock signalled its arrival, he began to pound faster, releasing one of your wrists as his hand found your throat instead, holding it firmly.

Your free hand instinctively reached out to grab onto his, your voice stolen from you as William's thrusts brought you closer to the peak. It was an intense sensation; the desire to release yourself held back by his force.

Yet with a whimper, you managed to gasp, indicating your impending climax. “Willy… I’m… come..” 

"Yes, baby, come for me," William moaned between deep breaths. And as if his words were a direct order, you shut your eyes tightly once more and finally allowed yourself to reach the peak of pleasure. You felt the deep rush of intensity wash over you, your mind going hazy, and your legs trembling beneath his large figure as you reached the high. "Oh fuck…" he groaned deeply, the tightening around him bringing him closer to his climax as well.

And with a loud moan, William let go of his grip, pulled out, and leaned back onto his knees before taking a firm hold of his needy member, jerking himself to ejaculate onto your core. His cum spilling onto your lower stomach, marking you as his.

You almost felt filthy as he sprayed himself onto you, yet as you slowly came down from your estate state, your eyes once again met his, sharing a moment of heated intimacy. The need and craving for each other still lingering in the air.

It took a few minutes for both of you to slowly return to reality, the euphoria of your orgasm gradually fading as you regained control of your breathing.

Then, without a word, William slowly rose from the bed and walked to the bathroom.

You found yourself frozen in position, your mind still racing as it processed the events of the day. Attempting to relax, you felt your body slowly regaining its sensations, your legs ceasing their trembling as you sank into the mattress. Yet you couldn’t help but wonder what William might be doing, as your thoughts kept drifting. He seemed to be taking his time, you thought, yet you also found yourself simply enjoying the tranquillity filling the air after the intense sex.

However, just as you were about to close your eyes and succumb to the weariness overtaking you, William returned to the bedroom, positioning himself beside the bed before lifting you up in a bridal-style hold. And gently, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he carried you to the bathroom.

Upon entering, you noticed how he had dimmed the lights and lit a few candles around the bathtub, which was being filled with running water. And as he softly placed you back onto the ground, you felt a wave of comfort wash over you as William, still in complete silence, guided you into the water.

As you settled in, allowing yourself to be embraced by the warmth, he joined you, positioning himself behind you and gently encouraging you to lean back and relax against him.

It was as if all tension had dissipated, replaced by a sense of softness as William tenderly caressed your body, washing away the remnants of the earlier intimacy. Yet suddenly, he broke the silence.

"Are you okay, älskling?" he inquired softly, gently placing a tender kiss on the back of your neck. "I'm sorry if I hurt you..."

You could sense the genuine concern in his voice, a slight tremble underlying his words, which brought a soft rush of relief over you. And carefully turning in your position to avoid spilling too much water from the tub, you faced William, smoothly placing your legs on top of his. 

His expression had softened, a stark contrast to how he had looked during your intimate session, and gently, you cupped his face with your hands, your palms softly caressing his beard, urging him to look directly at you.

"Never do that again, Willy." Your voice was low and soft, yet undeniably filled with seriousness, and he understood immediately, nodding in confirmation. "I know you were mad..." you continued, your tone gentle. "But don't you ever use sex to punish me like that... it wasn't fair."

And William let out a deep sigh as he understood the distress, he had put you under, not in the pleasurable way sex was supposed to be between you.

"I'm so sorry, babe..." he apologised again, his blue eyes nearly sparkling as they slowly welled up. "I didn't mean to hurt you like that..."

It was a heartfelt moment of deeply shared connection between you, a connection only the two of you understood as you felt the hurt, he was experiencing from his actions.

"It's okay, Willy... I just..." you let out a deep sigh. "I just don't want you to feel this way... being so angry because of..." You trailed off, not wanting to dwell on him any longer.

"Your ex-boyfriend," William finished your sentence with a stern tone, prompting you to nod.

"Yes, because he's not worth it, and you know it," you explained as your hand moved to gently stroke his hair, the other finding his shoulder to trace soft circles on his skin.

"I know, but he still got to me today, and I'm so pissed that I let him," William let out another sigh.

Yet, you couldn't help but feel a small curve on your lips forming as you reminded yourself of the joy you had felt when Liam had mentioned how happy you looked next to William.

"Hey, the only reason he tried to push your buttons was because he was jealous of how happy you're making me," you spoke, flashing him a sweet smile as you reassured your beloved boyfriend of how much he meant to you.

And fortunately, it seemed to work. You felt William's tense muscles slowly relax as he let out a deep breath, offering you a timid smile.

"It really bothers him, doesn’t it?" he finally let out a light chuckle. "That you're happy without him…"

"Yeah, and honestly, I think what really pisses him off is that I'm not just happy without him – but I'm also happy with someone else," you said, feeling a sense of ease as you and William exchanged light laughter, your fingers moving from his hair to delicately toy with the chain around his neck.

"And I'm really happy with you, y/n… And I don't want to apologise for being jealous because it just shows how much you mean to me… that I want you more than words can describe," William spoke, his voice almost cracking as he let out emotions, he didn't often express. "And in a way, I think... I think that I'm scared of the fact that I love you so much that you could break my heart at any point… and I can't do anything about it."

You couldn't help but admire how sweet he was. The always strong and calm hockey star, William Nylander, was expressing his deep feelings for you, admitting his true concerns.

"Hey... I love you too, Willy, don't ever doubt that" you flashed him a content smile. "And you could just as easily break my heart, believe me," you added with a soft chuckle, which he returned. "So, don't worry... we're both just two idiots in love."

And William knew you were right, which helped him slowly forget about the frustrations he held about your ex.

“I know… I just wished I’d been the one to throw the punch instead of Tony…” William chuckled lightly, earning a light laugh from you as well.

“Hmm, don’t worry babe, I think prefer you acting out in bed instead,” you offered him a cheeky wink. “Besides, in case Liam would actually have managed to hit back, I’d rather have him punch Auston than your pretty face.”

Then, with a sweet place you placed a gentle kiss onto William’s lips, and you shared a soft moment where you both knew you could let all the concerns wash away. And as you finished washing up, you returned to the bedsheets where tiredness quickly took over, and you fell into a deep sleep in each other's embrace.

[wisteriagoesvroom]

📚 10 f1 fics i've loved lately 🏎️

been thinking a lot about how to organise fic recs into some sort of sensible post, 'cus there are so many (great!) pairings and (delicious!) driver combinations, not to mention so many varying styles of fic and SUPER TALENTED WRITERS!!111!!

just gonna list a bunch in no particular order, with accompanying pics, so you can get a sense of the vibes.

'cus what is f1 rpf but all about the ✨ vibes?! 🏁

p.s. people are in this community making amazing stuff for freeee!! if you liked these please leave a kudos or a comment, it makes a writer's day 🫡 

let's gooooo--

objects in the mirror by linearity (@drivestraight) charles/max. 87k words (series), rated t then e

listen. LISTEN! charles to rbr is one of the best premises ever and i will read it in like a thousand iterations. but this fic. this fic series in particular cleared my skin, made me want to cut my hair into a bob out of sheer emotion. i would be remiss not to start with this one because its impact on my f1 rpf trajectory should be studied by science. you know when a story just jumps off the page and it's so real that it becomes your canon. a kind of meteoric inevitability. plus, i almost never cry at fics. but by the time the third act of this one hit, i just went -- damn, am i rly about to tear up at a f1 rpf fanfiction rn? (yes.)

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sawtooth by nottonyharrison (@nottonyharrison) charles/max. 40k words, rated e

max as a f1 engineer? for CARLOS at FERRARI? sign me the fuckkk up. first off, awesome premise. there's always going to be something so heartwrenching about "what ifs", especially in any universe where max isn't a racer. despite the change of circumstances, just... the sheer poetry of two characters who just inexplicably find their way to each other in any universe... 🤧 also this story nails racing scenes in a way that's so visceral, i feel like a fly on the damn halo with them. and, aside from the gourmet lestappen, carlos's whole thing in this fic is joyous! spicy! he's so unapologetic and vaguely annoying! hilarious! + the swimming pool scene lives rent-free in my head.

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salt skin by peachbellini (@strawberry-daiquiris) oscar/lando. 12k words, rated e

this fic is magic. literally and figuratively. (MERMAID LANDO???? MERMAID LANDO.) the kind of story that makes you gasp and melt a little bit. and made me want to throw my phone at the writer, 'cause it's really that good. the yearning, the metaphor for all that's monstrous, a boy who is lost (and the boy who he finds, is equally so). this is just beautifully written and a little quirky and so well executed. i think i put it in my bookmarks as "what if lando was a mermaid and it was filmed by a24" or something. pearl of a story.

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hockey!! shrimp colors :) by leafmeal0ne (@ocontraire) oscar/lando. 13k words, rated t

leaf meal one. i have only known you a week but if anything were to happen to you i would wreck everyone in the room including myself. in all seriousness, anything that leaf writes is brilliant. they're one of these writers who could do a throwaway line on the label of a ketchup bottle and i will probably scream about it. the precision, the way they switch up sentence structures, the freaking darcy-level regency yearning transposed onto a contemporary sports setting. i'd rec all of leaf's sports AUs and i'll probably talk about more in a future fic rec post. BUT. the hockeyyy one my GOD. the barely restrained violence, their mutual desire, the theme of finding your place... *wails uncontrollably*

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you almost unearthly thing by anonymous max/daniel, 3.7k words, rated g

max is a governess(govern..lad?) and daniel is the mystery man at the manor. this was a response to a request i made in the kinkmeme! (if you haven't read those fics go check 'em out, there are so many great ones, and not necessarily all rated e). this is a criminally underrated little story that has my favourite repressed feelings + people dancing around each other + gothic vibes + "what the hell is wrong with y'all in this tale" combo that i really adore. it's really well written and captures the atmosphere so well.

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the so-called narrative by antimonyandthyme (@antimonyandthyme) oscar/carlos, 10k words, rated e

i'm once again asking why there are only 7 carlos/oscar works in the tag. I'M ONCE AGAIN ASKING-- *is sedated*. *jolts awake* okay but for real this is a great story. hot, fake-friendship-to-situationship which so happens is one of my favourite places to be. also hello miscommunication/they're so weird about it/they both want each other but can't express themselves for shit/insane racer boys energy.

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and silver, and samarium by pink_mink (@on-softs) george/toto, 5.2k words, rated e

i profess i am not usually the biggest fan of A/B/O (altho!! this fandom has made me go BUT ACTUALLY HM at least a few times). and this fic freaking nails it, along with the twisted power dynamics between TPs and drivers, as seen through the lens of omegaverse. this story rattles around my head like a stubborn ghoul just from the style and prose and sheer audacity alone. george kneeling at toto's knees while he's working..... ohhhhhhhhh i was this close to calling my lawyers.

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algorithm by anney (@badboy-george) charles/max, 16k words, rated e

i LOVE, LOOOOVE a sci fi concept alright. love that shit, will inhale it like moon dust with zero regrets. and what a fantastic one this one is!! the premise is that the FIA can now statistically show the compatibility of drivers on the grid and it's very pacific rim-y drift compatible, mixed with the surreal vibes of eternal sunshine or HER or some such. it should be outrageous, but it really works. that's the beauty of a great fic right there.

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trajectory of trojan asteroids by redpaint (@redpaint) nico/lewis, 3.3k words, rated g

also one of the fics i first read when i hopped on board the f1 rpf train. the pain and poignancy just gets worse the more i learn about brocedes. you know when you're like "there's no way this was reallll" and then you're like "fuck, it was so real". then you get a fic like this that just encapsulates all that rage and loss and grief and upset, set against the starry vista of endless space. *clutches tablecloth* god.

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p.s please bear in mind that these recs are entirely subjective! i enjoy loads of f1 stories but these are the ones that have especially stuck with me for some inexplicable reason.

p.p.s if your fic is on here and you want it taken off for whatever reason, i'm happy to, no questions asked 💛

BYE for now / until part 2. (i also love talking to ppl about fics so pls feel free to send an ask or hit me up in DMs or whatever.)

xoxo, -- wizz

[puckluckfest]

Puck Luck Fest 2024 — a hrpf magical realism prompt meme!

let your characters live in a world where wishes made on the stanley cup come true! stick 'em in a time loop! make the hockey gods real, and have them curse some guys for real! we are using the hrpf fandom's interpretation of magical realism for this fest, where most things about characters' lives are the same. except ... there's a truth curse, or soulbonds, or a wishbaby, or someone transforms into an animal, etc. fic with a more urban fantasy flavor (everything's the same except that werewolves or vampires or witches, etc. are real) is also totally welcome in this fest. basically — any prompt or fic where the premise is 'hockey + some brand of magic' is welcome here! you can get as high concept as you want and develop lore and rules for magic to tell your story. or you can also keep things lowkey, and let your characters be completely shocked to find out they live in a world where their captain gets de-aged after a bad game.

ao3 collection  —  HERE!

faq  —  HERE!

rules  —  HERE!

Schedule 

Prompts & Sign-Ups Open: March 22, 2024

Prompts & Sign-Ups Close: April 12, 2024

Fics due: July 22, 2024

Fics go live: July 24, 2024

Authors revealed: July 26, 2024

[mediumgayitalian]

fic rec friday 8

hi!! welcome to fic rec friday. every week, i pick five fics i have bookmarked and rec them with a little review. check them out!

After The War I Went Back To New York by @buoyantsaturn

now that everyone else has written their three-days fics heres mine

first of all -- hamilton title. giggle was giggled. second of all, will being soft on nico day ONE and nico noticing immediately is so so real. fave solangelo dynamic of all time. this is lichrally one of my top five three days fics bc its such a CLASSIC

2. Bones by @buoyantsaturn

“Did you just throw a handful of bones outside?” she asked carefully. “Yes,” Will answered immediately. “Why was there a pile of bones in here in the first place?”

will being super excited over nico's powers >>>>>> literally EVERYTHING else bc he is a huge massive nerd!!! and will's powers are SO SO SO cool!! and theyre basically the same coin anyway. what is necromancy if not healing magic but goth

3. Sunshine and Daisies by @buoyantsaturn

Whenever Will needed a break from studying, or had spare time between classes, he liked to walk around the city, wandering into random shops and looking around for a little while.

Will wanders into the di Angelo siblings' flower shop.

flower shop fics have a little je ne sais quoi, and oumph, if you will,,, they’re irresistible. also. ALIVE BIANCA???? its nearly impossible to do in canonverse but in au....i do adore. she does indeed deserve to be around to tease the shit out of her dweeb brother. it is ever so lovely to see.

4. Two Minutes for Hooking by @buoyantsaturn

He blinked his eyes open, glaring up at Will. “Who the hell are you?” “I’m the medic you’ve been avoiding every practice,” Will answered. “Who the hell are you?”

I LOVE THIS AU. i think its my fave buoyantsaturn fic tbh. like not to reinforce canadian stereotypes or anything but hockey aus are the BOMB, and short king hockey player nico x absolutely takes no shit will??? immaculate vibes. i adore. i adore so so much. i have literally read this series so often that im reasonably certain i could recite the first 500 words from memory

5. Hey There, Darlin' by @buoyantsaturn

Will was pretty, and Nico was angry about it. He knew he shouldn’t have come here. He knew he should’ve just gone back to his cabin and stayed there until breakfast the next day, but no. He saw a cute boy and had to go after him. Of course he did. And then Will had to act like Nico was some kind of savior during the wars, and he smiled at him. That smile alone was enough to make Nico realize that this trip was a mistake.

first of all -- #everything is the same except will is the epitome and they dont meet until now is THEE most intriguing tag maybe ever, i needed to read no more. second of all -- whipped nico. god hes my favourite. third of all the big house scene made me GIGGLE it was so fun and silly. adore.

thank you for joining me this friday!! happy reading!!

[accio-lo-ki]

Hii would you have any percabeth fic recs?? I'm just deprived 😭😭

Oh I have a LOT. If you’re as insane about this ship as I am, you’ve probably read all of them but I’m still going to list them down anyway. So, in no particular order:

Whiny Little Pitch by petersgwen - this fic literally made me scream multiple times. everything by this author is chef’s kiss btw. Sports au like no other + exes to lovers

Apartment 305 by waddled - a literal serotonin boost monster of a fic that i’m sure most already know about . i love percy and annabeth’s relationship here, and their characterization. It’s got college romance, olympic athlete Percy, and pipabeth bffism at its finest.

Five Times Percy Jackson Cheated at School by lammermoorian - man this one I reread a lot. I just love it so much. Academic!Percy, domestic percabeth, and just a whole lot of charm

Honesty and Promise Me by Darkmagyk, lammermoorian - never thought I would enjoy punk!annabeth until this fic. it has unexpected pregnancy but it’s so well done! fwb to lovers!

For Real This Time by captainjackson, timelesslords - anything written by this pair is a must-read, but this is one of their best! roman!percy and divorced annabeth! the premise is so interesting and the setting even more so.

Murkiest Intentions by inkncoffee - i feel like this fic shows my age, but when i tell you it’s a classic! jurassic world au (it sounds crazy but it’s so good) i’ve been rereading this since high school and it still holds up

Would it really kill you (if we kissed) by greenconverses - i mean, who hasn’t read this and all the author’s works? but it’s a classic in the fandom and it’s a classic for a reason

The Old Guard au by ananbeth, blackjacktheboss - this series is so well-written with such a solid worldbuilding you have to binge it this instant go

Love me, won’t you by ananbeth, blackjacktheboss - modern romeo and juliet with greece as a backdrop? sign me tf up

the sun stands by petersgwen- if you want pain this is it this fic is pain in fanfiction form

That crosses the white sea by husborth - another well-written masterpiece with percabeth in college

Voice on the radio by PastyPirate - another fandom classic! this one has me giggling kicking my feet everytime i reread it. soulmate au! musician!percy! and friendship bracelets!

The Heart is a Muscle by thebackupkid - I feel like this one is so underrated, but it’s so good and so interesting and distinct! it’s got magic and adventure and fantasy! the worldbuilding again is so good!

Impossible Year by bananannabeth - another pain in fiction form. but this time it has a breakup trope, which destroys me so much I always need years before i want to reread this again. but it’s a masterpiece and you should experience it at least once in your life!!

Game, Set, Match by ananbeth, blackjacktheboss - if there’s a classic percabeth sports au, it’s this. and it has fwb too and it’s just too iconic

Stucco Hearts by ananbeth, writergirl8 - another fandom classic, but this time it’s a soulmate au! this is so so interesting and one of my favorite soulmate aus ever. the worldbuilding is so interesting. another case of it’s a classic for a reason!

Puck It by bipercabeth, jasonmclean - hockey au + friends w benefits. again, another fandom classic. unfortunately i think this was discontinued by the authors but it’s still too good not to read!

Broken glass, no reflection by ananbeth, flyingcrowbar - another (potentially) discontinued fic that I still think about now. it’s a pacific rim au and it’s so. goddamn. good. read it now !!

kiss me once cause you know i had a good night by herecomesthepun - this one is pure comedic fluff and if you need a serotonin boost you have to read it. workplace romance with a twist !

slow motion double vision in a rose blush by herecomesthepun - ooh this one is a high school fwb secret relationship au with a punk percy and a student council president annabeth so basically it’s a classic

and they were roommates by bipercabeth - friends to lovers + college percabeth like no other. another fandom classic

Never Shall We Die by captainjackson, timelesslords - this pirate au series is INSANE it’s crazy good the worldbuilding is amazing it makes me feral actually

Wreck my plan, that’s my man by seaweedbraens - everything by this author is so good they’re a fandom icon but this one in particular i think about daily (tho it’s ongoing)

How to Seduce an Earl by sinfulindulgence - this is hella spicy but it’s also so addicting? i blame bridgerton (this author does so much stuff w this vibe that u should check out too! i liked Revenge of the Duchess as well)

Night at the Museum by lammermoorian - it’s so niche and crazy and camp but also angsty and fluffy and you need to read it right this second ! i LOVE this one

faster than a hairpin trigger by medeaa - this one is the quintessential percabeth fwb college au TO ME. unfortunately it’s (potentially) discontinued, but it’s still one of my favorites.

watch me fall at your feet by maydayparade8123 - this is a really well-written friends to lovers fic that realt explored how confusing it is to fall in love with your best friend like,, it’s a classic but also it’s so real !! this author is a fandom icon but i think they deleted / orphaned their accounts on ff.net and ao3

spellbound by writergirl8 - this is the percabeth hogwarts au. i dont make the rules.

home is where i want to be (but i guess i’m already there) by percivaljackson - fake dating + holidays! this is so well-written!

‘tis the damn season by captainjackson - regency au at its finest!!

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This is way too long already lmao i dont have the time to list down everything (i have 700+ percabeth fanfics downloaded on my ibooks app 😭) but these are the ones that i can recall at this time !! Happy reading!

[sitp-recs]

I just finished a great romcom and now Im wondering do you have Drarry recs that are romcom-y? It doesnt have to explicitly labeled as such but just a vibe...you know that after a serious of little hick ups and An Airport Run for True Love a pop banger playing in the background vibe :D

Hi anon! Oh that’s such an exciting ask, I’ve had lots of fun thinking about this one. I feel like I haven’t read enough romcom, would love to explore this genre further. I hope you enjoy these!

Mad Blood Stirring by provocative_envy (E, 3k) - Hockey AU

It's not like they've been angrily hooking up on the sly since meeting at a Juniors skills camp in fucking Manitoba four years ago, except that's exactly what they've been doing.

Burning Down the House by @peachpety (M, 4k)

Harry is happy as editor-in-chief of The Quibbler. From planning to printing, design to deadlines, he enjoys being in the hot seat. And after vanquishing Voldemort, managing fires is an easy part of the job. Until his scorching crush on his impeccably dressed fashion editor flares out of control, and he's forced to face actual fires.

Per my last letter (I hope you choke on it) by @fluxweeed and @lastontheboat (T, 10k)

Or: the one where Harry has writer’s block and Malfoy isn’t helping.

Love, Actually, is All Around by @punk-rock-yuppie (T, 10k)

It's Christmastime, and Harry has just started as the new Minister of Magic. It just so happens that Draco works in his office as well, a holdover from Kingsley's tenure. Naturally, love is in the air.

Title of Their Sex Tape by @cibeewastaken (T, 12k)

What are the Wizarding world's most elite law enforcers doing when they aren't catching criminals? It seems Auror Malfoy is often caught throwing food into Auror Potter's mouth when he's mid-yawn. This story isn't about Draco throwing food at Harry. What it does have is: Undercover! Heists! Draco pining for Harry! Harry being oblivious, but also can't help noticing how good Draco smells! Banters and jokes! That's about it.

Crash (Into Me) by @sweet-s0rr0w (T, 14k)

Harry’s done plenty of ridiculous things for charity over the years, but Robards’ latest scheme really takes the biscuit. Or rather, the teacake. Good job Malfoy’s there to suffer alongside him this time, eh?

Yours Truly by @skeptiquewrites (M, 15k)

Every single one of Harry’s exes has gone on to marry the next person they date, and with the upcoming nuptials of numbers six and seven to each other, Harry’s feeling exhausted by it all. It doesn’t really matter if he lets people assume Draco Malfoy is his boyfriend for a moment of peace. In any case, Draco’s been away for five years and there’s no way he would find out, right?

The Courting by the Pureblood Who Only Has Five Milligrams of Romantic Intelligence and Thinks He’s Real Smooth by @cibeewastaken (T, 19k)

Draco could grab Potter and shove him into a stall before proceeding to suck his soul out of his dick, but secretly, deep down, in the part of Draco that he will never admit to anyone, he is (everyone pauses to shudder) a romantic. Potter is not someone Draco wants a one-off with. Potter is — Draco’s beloved!

Jumeaux by VivacissimoVoce (M, 19k)

Draco and Blaise own and operate a luxury spa resort together, and the Ministry's Auror department has scheduled a full service three-day retreat. Guess who's on the guest list?

Little Red Courgette by @blamebrampton (T, 31k)

When this season's purple courgettes are woefully thin, Draco Malfoy thinks it amounts to small beans. Next thing he knows, the Department of Standards is over-run with leeks, Brussels sprouts all sorts of legislative difficulties, and somebody appears to have put a roquette under Harry Potter. Can Draco seize a marrow victory? Or will his plans for peas be squashed?

The Four Ds of Apparition (or: Destination, Determination, Deliberation, and Dicks) by eidheann, firethesound (E, 36k)

After transferring to the Apparition Department, Harry's life becomes one big dick joke. And all his friends are arseholes. So is Malfoy, but what else is new? AKA Harry Potter and the eighteen twenty dicks.

Soup-pocalypse and The Great Curry Cataclysm by SquadOfCats (E, 104k)

Eleven years after the war, Draco Malfoy leads a quiet, boring, and perfectly respectable life, thanks very much. Or, at least he does, until a sudden and very unexpected veela awakening causes him to throw soup all over Harry Potter in the middle of the Ministry cafeteria.

[wilwheaton]

Tell me, good sir: if/when you play DnD, what class(es) do you play?

Until recently, I always played spellcasters. Usually, it was a wizard who was useless until about level 6, because I liked playing the classes that actually took real work to master, and as a skinny, awkward, nerdy kid ... well, wizards were sort of my idealized self. I was smart and bookish, not big and strong. I really liked to imagine being a character who took all the stuff that made me a target for bullies on the playground, and used it to be powerful and valuable to the party.

Also, successfully playing a wizard or cleric in the 80s was HARD. If you're under 40, you probably haven't played the versions of D&D that kept magic users REAL weak and useless for the first several levels. (You started with the ability to *maybe* do 4 points of damage, two times in a session. And you could make magic light.) I loved doing things that were difficult, specifically because my friends would give up before I did. Being a magic user came from and satisfied the same part of me that played goal in hockey: anybody can be the person who scores, but only the people who work really hard at it can stop the shot consistently.

But a couple years ago, something changed in me, and I wanted pure escapism. After a lifetime spent crafting spells and carefully working out builds that gave me a chance to survive long enough to do real damage, I started playing real dumb, real strong, I-hit-the-dragon-with-my-axe barbarians.

Of course, when you roll like I do ... well.

[thebibutterflyao3]

Day Eight - Prompt: Cigarette @rosekiller-microfic

March Daily Series - 593 words

<<<Previous Part OR Start Here

“Evan? Do you think soulmates are real?”

The question startled him from the mad twist that his mind had spiralled down while she blathered on about her ex. Of all the questions that Dorcas could have asked him about relationships, this one sounded almost foreign in her voice. She was supposed to be the reasonable one.

“Soulmates? How did you land there?”

“Pandora goes on about it sometimes. She swears that she’s found hers in Wales and that Regulus and Sirius did too. What if she’s right? What if I go to Wales today and Marlene is there—”

“Then what? Some secret Welsh magic fixes everything?”

Dorcas fell silent again, but this time she wasn’t pensively tapping her nails. This silence was an awkward moment that forced Evan to mentally step back and evaluate his words. Perhaps his snark had crossed the line. Not everyone appreciated his cynicism.

Barty does. He loves it when...enough. Leave it.

“Alright, Cas? Was I rude?”

“No, you’re right. I just wish it was real, I suppose.” There was a subtle sort of shifting coming through the speaker and Evan imagined that she was straightening bits and bobs on her desk or a handful of tchotchkes on a shelf. “Rom-com shite doesn’t happen to me, but sometimes I wish it did.”

“Nah, you’d hate it if she showed up at your flat and blasted a cheesy love song at your window.”

Dorcas laughed, a low, breathy sound that reminded him of wind in a rainstorm. “True, that would be mortifying.”

“Or worse, if she showed up at your work and shouted a soliloquy of her undying love for you.”

“At work? Absolutely not.”

Evan grinned for the first time that day and revelled in the momentary reprieve from misery that shadowed him. “See? That lovesick nonsense is for the softies like Reg and my sister. We don’t need it.”

Dorcas hummed in agreement, then cut herself off with a sharp click of her tongue. “Maybe the movies get it wrong though, Evan. What if it looks like her giving you the last cigarette, even though she’s craving it? Or punching a bloke twice her size because he grabbed your arse in a club? What if that’s what soulmate shite is really like?”

“Oh,” he breathed out. Evan’s chest clenched hard as the amusement rushed out and the emptiness lingered in its wake. “I-I had that once.”

“Me too. It was kind of nice, wasn’t it?”

“Yes.”

She inhaled deeply, then sighed. “Do you think that we only get one chance with a soulmate?”

“Like they get reassigned?” Evan’s attempt at levity fell flat to his own ears.

“Maybe, or you both just end up alone.”

Oh. Oh, that’s so much worse.

“Being alone isn’t so bad though,” he lied, shaking his head. “There’s no one to hurt you or make a mess that you have to clean up.”

“Right, but life is a bit tedious without the mess. It feels pointless to clean when there’s nothing out of place. I miss the stupid little spats about her smelly hockey gear in the middle of the floor and the debates over dinner. She made me feel alive.”

Evan swallowed hard and nodded. The words were cement in his throat and he couldn’t dislodge them one way or another. He was glad that she couldn’t see the way he struggled to contain the choked sound that threatened to burst free.

“I think messy people are meant to find clean-freaks, you know? They aren’t so consumed with appearances and remind us to live.”

“Yeah,” he forced out.

[alexbkrieger13]

Full artcle

I couldn't hold back my tears.

I don't know if it's age, but I seem to get more emotional in these situations.

It's difficult to put into words what I felt when I jumped onto the ice at the Verdun Auditorium on January 13 for our team's home opener.

The crowd was incredible, but it was more than just the ovation that put me in this state. This emotion represented years of effort. I dreamed of this moment for a long time and, finally, we were there.

When I saw great women like Caroline Ouellette, France St-Louis, Kim St-Pierre and Danielle Goyette arrive on the ice, I got chills. I was so happy that people recognized them and gave them the ovation they deserve. Without them, I would not have had the same career.

I'll be honest. At one point, I feared this moment would never come. It took longer than expected. Yes, there were these showcases , weekends where matches were organized in different cities, but it had nothing to do with a real professional league.

JI remember the first time I came to see the installations in Verdun with Danièle Sauvageau. There was almost nothing done. We had our work boots and construction helmets. She had a vision which she explained to me in detail. But I really had a hard time imagining it.

Marie-Philip Poulin greets the crowd after a Montreal team match.

PHOTO: LPHF MONTREAL/ARIANNE BERGERON

Our fans are the best. Friends who play on other teams told me that. It's not a crowd like any other in Montreal. She is noisy. She is invested. It's important to me to give back to people who are on the move. I am now more comfortable in this role. It’s the experience that comes in, you have to believe.

Before a live interview on Radio-Canada during an intermission at the Verdun Auditorium, a boy called me to offer me a treat. He threw one at me and I caught it in midair with my mouth. I started my interview anyway, with a smile on my face and my mouth full. It's part of my identity, my personality. Interaction with young people is really important to me.

The enthusiasm for our league is very real. I feel it. I hear it too. In Ottawa, I got booed when I went for a penalty shot. Being booed at home, in Canada, I admit that it's a first! It's weird, but it doesn't bother me. After all, that's what we wanted: a competitive league, rivalries and fans who identify with their city.

After a game in Minnesota, we went for a beer. Fathers came to see us to tell us how excited they were to see professional women's hockey. I saw how happy they were for us. It was in Minnesota, we are the team from Montreal and, despite everything, we attract attention.

This anecdote made me realize how our situation has nothing to do with what we experienced in the past. The enthusiasm is there and I have the impression that it is not just the effect of novelty. It will last and it's truly magical.

OHe talks to me a lot about this match last January 20, against Toronto . In fact, I'm mostly told about this goal scored with 17 seconds left in the third period and that we lost by one goal. Honestly, I don't know what happened. I had a blackout . It's rare that I take the puck and try to get to the goal on my own. I saw an opening. It was not premeditated. I was the first surprise when I scored.

Then, I was sent to shootouts four times by my coach. I obviously wasn't ready for that. It took me a little by surprise. It's not my favorite rule, but I'll get used to it.

I was burned out after that match. It's a lot of adaptation. LPHF games, Canada-US Rivalry Series, travel. We're not used to having such a big workload. You have to prepare well, but also make sure you recover well. That's the beauty of this league. It allows me to continue to surpass myself, to learn new things.

Marie-Philip Poulin

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I like hockey. I love that. And what I prefer is when the score is close. I like it when you have to give a little more, when you have to empty the tank. When it really counts, that's when I'm at my best. It turns me on.

My parents always told me: You practice like you play. It always stuck in my mind. I don't take anything for granted. I am aware of the pressure, but I have learned to manage it over the years. I don't forget that it's a team sport. I'm lucky to have been able to achieve some of these great moments, but I know I'm not alone in this.

I won Olympic medals, but I also lost world championships. I even wondered if I was capable of winning one. The 2018 Olympics were arguably the most difficult time of my career. I was practically hiding. I didn't want to see anyone. I thought I had disappointed the whole world by failing to bring home the gold medal.

I also learned not to read everything, to leave certain comments aside. Hockey is such a difficult sport. You can do the same thing every game, but the rebound won't go your way, it won't work or the opposing goalie will be on fire. I keep in mind that if you give your maximum in every match, it will happen.

People expect me to score goals, but that's not all I am. I take a lot of pride in blocking shots, in raising sticks in defensive withdrawal. I can still improve my defensive game. To win championships, you have to count, but the little details in the defensive zone will make the difference.

Marie-Philip Poulin and Laura Stacey celebrate a goal together on January 2, against Ottawa

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Even though she has been on the national team for a long time and is one of the best players in the world, Laura Stacey is less known to Quebec fans. Why her, they then asked themselves?

I knew full well that Danièle Sauvageau had not chosen her because she is my fiancée. Laura, she's an incredible player. A real power forward who has remarkable discipline.

She chose to move to another province. She is learning the language and doesn't hesitate to try to do bits of interviews in French. It's not easy, but she embraces her new reality.

I'm proud of her. I am proud to see her doing promotions for the media in French. I'm proud that people are discovering her personality, the player she is and that Montrealers are falling in love with her because she really deserves it.

OI often ask myself why I continue.

I don't have to play hockey. I do it because I love it. I feel the best on the ice.

I have the Olympic gold medals, the World Championship gold medals. Now I want to win an LPHF title in Montreal, at home.

Having a positive impact on the next generation has become my priority. To see the little girls in the stands, with stars in their eyes, it's worth more than championships, it's worth more than medals.

Eventually, I want to start a family. It would be in my next projects. We love kids, so this is really important to us.

For the moment, it's still hockey first and foremost.

Marie-Philip Poulin has fun during off-ice training

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「2️⃣5️⃣0️⃣ FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION」

"Why can't you just do what you're being told?" I William Nylander (🔥)

Summary; Sometimes, a push can make all the difference, even within the realm of relationships.

Tropes & warnings; smut 18+, friends-with-benefits, friends to lovers, fighting to sex (is that a thing?); mention of masturbation, unprotected sex (p in v), spanking, more unprotected sex, oral sex (m receiving);

Other notes; This one's for you, styles217, my love.🤍 Although it didn't end up as angsty as I'd envisioned 🙈, I hope you still enjoy it 🤞🏼 Surprisingly though, it ended up containing more smut than I initially planned, thanks to the requests I chose to combine it with [“take it out on me” I “I will never get enough of you” 🔥] - And no, I don’t actually think anyone on the coaching team would say something like this, and I’ve got no idea if anyone on the internet would react in such way; but for the plot of the story, they did 🤍

Knock on wood for not jinxing the winning streak ✊

Word count; 4.1K

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It had been quite a week. The Leafs had been on the road for a week, still keeping up their winning streak, which exceeded everyone's expectations. But even from the comfort of your sofa, you could sense that the games were getting more intense.

It was becoming clearer that the playoffs were getting closer. And suddenly, you noticed new aspects of your beloved William Nylander.

**

William had always been a talented ice hockey player. He might as well have been born with skates on his feet because the ice rink was his natural habitat. At just 16 years old, hockey became his first real profession, following in his father’s footsteps with aspirations of greatness.

And now, with his latest eight-year contract extension playing for the Maple Leafs, he was having the best season of his career.

Watching him play was almost magical - Every goal he scored or assist he made showcased his deep passion for the sport. And to you, he was simply an incredible person. 

Despite the challenges that came with the fast-paced lifestyle, being part of William’s world felt nothing short of amazing. Over the past six months, the two of you had developed some sort of a bond, and there was nothing else you would have traded it for.

William Nylander had stolen your mind and soul from the moment he walked into the quaint coffee shop one early Wednesday morning before a training session. As he was completely exhausted and absent-minded, he inadvertently reached for something that appeared to be his drink, however as it turned out it was your coffee. With a gentle laugh and a charming smile, you kindly asked the handsome hockey player not to take it and encouraged him to enjoy his own instead.

Which then had turned out to be great a conversation starter, leading to a casual dating slash sort of a friends-with-benefits arrangement. Nothing too intense, just two consenting young adults enjoying each other's company, indulging in mind blowing sex, and relishing in easygoing conversations and hangouts.

However, perfection is elusive. Despite William's charm, kindness, and humour, he had a temper. Which you had only glimpsed bits of before, with penalties and a few snappy comments after tough losses.

But what happened during the Coyotes match was on another level.

William didn’t just receive penalties, but he suddenly also reacted aggressively to the pushes he usually shrugged off. He pushed back forcefully, his eyes blazing with anger.

And to your surprise, you found it incredibly arousing. Your cunt even tingled as William pushed the Coyote player, and a scuffle broke out among other players.

Never before had a hockey match stirred such arousal in you. And to top it off, the Leafs emerged victorious.

That night, thoughts of William's roughness lingered, leading you to touch yourself, and reaching an orgasm in a way you hadn't experienced before. The sheets beneath you were soaked as you moaned William's name into the emptiness with a whimper.

**

The game against Arizona was then followed by another impressive win, this time against the Knights, and then furthermore; a victory over the Avalanches after three thrilling periods, bringing the road trip to a satisfying conclusion.

Yet, as entertaining as it was to follow William and the team, it paled in comparison to being back in Toronto with him, where you could finally be intimate again.

And already Sunday afternoon you found yourself back at his place after he had a lie-in and taken care of the dogs. Entangled on his ample couch, his lips passionately locked with yours as your tongues explored each other with every shared breath.

With William on top of you, your fingers entwined in his blonde locks as he moved his warm mouth to the sensitive skin of your neck, sucking and nipping, eliciting sweet noises from you.

He was insatiable. After a week of being apart, William craved the feeling of you wrapped around him, longing to reach his own release in the midst of passion.

Clothes littered the floor of the living room, and despite the TV show still playing in the background, your moans filled the space of his condo. His two doodles lounged in a basket nearby as William guided his hard, throbbing member to your tight entrance.

Feeling William's hands on you again was nothing short of amazing. His mouth expertly melded with yours as his cock stretched you, sending waves of pleasure through your body with every thrust.

It was intense and messy. Bodies slick with sweat as you passionately connected on the sofa. His movements were determined, rough, and primal as he straightened his position, one leg on the floor, the other knee on the cushion, holding one of your legs against his chest while the other wrapped around his waist, thrusting mercilessly into you.

Your hands eagerly searched for something to grip onto, settling on the pillow behind your head as your mind blurred and your body melted for him.

You moaned loudly, the sounds mixing with the TV as you reached the peak of orgasm. But William didn't let you rest for a moment. Instead, he increased his intensity, feeling himself nearing the edge as your muscles tightened around him. And with heavy breaths, he thrust vigorously until he reached his climax, releasing his cum into you.

The intensity of the moment was palpable as you both took a few minutes to come down from the high and regain control of your breathing. It was a prime example of how raw and amazing your sex could be – effortless yet dirty, filled with desire.

And what came after was even better: William's tenderness as he caressed your curves in the post-sex shower was almost romantic. The way he caressed every inch of your skin was incredibly arousing, washing away the remnants of your sofa session. And then, he kneeled before you, placing hungry kisses on your core.

It was an added treat he provided, indulging in a late-night snack before you settled in for the night, knowing that Monday morning and the workday would soon be upon you.

**

It was another day of facing adult responsibilities at work, with the excitement of hockey on hold until reuniting with William in the afternoon.

However, while your day passed uneventfully, William found himself stirred by something deeper. His recent behaviour during matches hadn't gone unnoticed, and while fights were often accepted in the sport, comments about William being 'out of character' emerged.

Social media buzzed with opinions about him; criticising his usual calm demeanour, suggesting it wasn't present to support the team during heated moments, and deeming his actions as outrageous.

Which ignited William's temper. Despite his stellar performance in recent games – scoring goals and providing assists – he felt unjustly criticised. And more over it seemed that every attempt to express confidence in his own game was met with accusations of selfishness and 'overconfidence'.

It simply seemed William couldn't strike a balance. If he didn't score goals, he was deemed a bad player. If he didn't assist but scored himself, he wasn't seen as a team player. And if he didn't contribute at all, he was deemed unworthy of the team. He was often labeled as the attractive star player, good at scoring goals, but not as exceptional as Auston Matthews or as dominant as other players like Rielly, Reaves, and Tavares.

'Nylander’s a talented player, but he only cares about scoring for himself.'

‘Great to see WN88 take on some responsibilities when wearing the A – but he’s nothing like MR44’

The power of public opinion could be harsh.

Though most of the time, William didn’t even pay much attention to the criticism, knowing he was a great player, and his confidence remained unshaken. But often when he tried to brush off the comments and act nonchalant, it only fuelled speculation about his carelessness.

And, for some unexpected reason, he found himself unable to contain his temper on that particular Monday. Tired of the negative remarks, he wanted to prove that he could be just as strong and skilled as anyone else.

So, during Monday’s ice training, he attempted to assert his dominance. But things didn't go entirely as planned. Although the comments from the assistant coaches might not have been intended to be negative, they still managed to pierce through his thick skin.

"Hey Willy, we all know you did great as an alternate captain in Mo’s absence. However, maybe focus more on your scoring, passing to Auston, and breakaways – you know, the things you’re great at."

William simply nodded in response to the coaching staff's encouragement. But as they all left the locker room, he still couldn't shake off the words entirely.

"Hey," you greeted him with a warm smile in the hallway, joining the other partners of the team. "Want to go out for dinner?"

"Sure," he responded tersely, his tone devoid of your enthusiasm. "Just go wait by the car, I’ll be right there."

His voice was low and cold, but as his confidant, you resolved to show your support and be there for him.

"That's alright, I'll just wait here until you're ready," you replied, offering a reassuring smile.

"Just go and wait by the car," he suddenly snapped, his words sharper than before.

“What did you just say?” 

“Go wait by the fucking car.”

"Oh no... You don’t get to talk to me like that, Willy..." you retorted, your voice firm and steady. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just... I'll meet you outside."

"No, I'm not leaving until you talk nicely to me!"

"Why can't you just do what you're being told?" William shouted, his voice echoing through the hallway. 

You were taken aback. William had never shouted at you, especially not in public like this. While your relationship wasn’t without its disagreements, it had never escalated to this level.

But you held his gaze firmly as the others dispersed, the tension between you palpable. 

There was a silence that hung heavy in the air. A moment where every thing could fall apart if you let it. But instead you decided to take the battle elsewhere.

"Fine," you finally spat, before turning and walking towards the exit.

And needless to say, the ride back to William’s place was dead silent, broken only when William left the car to pick up your takeaway dinner, opting not to go out. And when he returned, he slammed the door shut, and the journey to his place remained eerily quiet.

You felt his frustration emanating from him as you entered the condo, and as you placed the bags of food on the kitchen counter, you decided you couldn't ignore it any longer.

"Willy... do you have any idea how humiliating that was?" you said with a steady voice, trying to catch his gaze, but he remained hunched over the counter, looking down.

"So what?" he replied curtly.

You let out a small sigh. "So what?... Willy, I'm not a toy you can play with however you like... I'm a person with feelings."

"Don't you think I have feelings too?" he suddenly erupted, standing up straight and taking a step towards you. "Don't you think I feel frustrated and annoyed? That I'm not this perfectly calm and chill guy everyone always wants me to be?"

"So, you're upset because you're a talented hockey player, but not perfect in every way?" you asked a hint of rhetoric in your tone, raising a brow. "Willy, nobody's perfect, and nobody can live up to everyone's expectations."

"Don't you think I know that! But it still doesn’t make the frustrations go away, y/n... not that you would know how it feels to just want to... let go!"

And you suddenly found yourself releasing a breath you hadn't realised you'd been holding. William's words were sharp and filled with tension, fuelled by his passion for the sport. And strangely, you felt the same arousal you had felt the night you witnessed his anger for the first time.

"Take it out on me," you spoke softly, still maintaining a firm tone as you extended the invitation.

"What?" William inquired, taken aback by your bold offer.

"Take your frustrations out on me, Willy... let go, be angry... do what you need to do..."

For a moment, he couldn't comprehend what you were suggesting. His mind raced with thoughts, but as his eyes met yours, a sudden surge of desire and lust overwhelmed him. The offer was too tempting to resist. And without hesitation, he closed the gap between you, fuelled by a primal urge.

His lips almost crashed onto yours, his hands gripping your head tightly as he held you close. Your breath was stolen as he forcefully slid his tongue into your mouth, exploring your warmth with intensity, pressing his body against yours.

Your hands instinctively found his neck, but they couldn't stay still as William, using his size to his advantage, guided you out of the kitchen and into the bedroom. Clothes were shed along the way, leaving a trail of passion in their wake.

The intensity was so overwhelming that you barely registered how quickly you ended up standing by the bed, clad only in your lacy thong, as William's mouth continued to ravage yours until he breathlessly stepped back.

"On your hands and knees," his voice commanded roughly, his breath heavy and his eyes filled with lust.

And feeling your cunt already pulsating merely from the sound of his voice, you removed your last piece of fabric, and obeyed without hesitation.

William couldn't help but smirk as he admired the sight of your exposed cheeks before him. And as he lowered his boxers, freeing his hard cock, he slowly joined you on the mattress, kneeling behind you as he let his hands explore your soft skin.

"So you want me to let go, baby," he spoke darkly from behind, his mind clouded with thoughts of what he wanted to do to you. “I’ll fucking let go.”

And by encouragement form you, be withdrew his large hand from your ass, intensely stared at your ass before delivering a hard slap against your skin.

"Oh fuck..." you cried out, feeling the sting of his spank.

"You liked that, huh?" William inquired darkly, and all you could do was nod, earning another hard spank.

His force was harsh. Harder than you’d ever been playfully spanked before, and you could tell he was releasing some negative energy with two more intense smacks. His breath heavy and deep but his fifth and last spank, which had beautifully decorated your skin with a red hue.

And as you let out a soft cry mixed with a pleasure-filled moan, William felt satisfied with his actions. Shifting slightly in his position, he teased the tip of his cock against your entrance.

"Do you think you deserve this?" he asked, his voice filled with desire. “You think you deserve to be fucked?”

You could feel nothing but your muscles pulsating between your legs, yearning to be filled by his length.

"Yes," you whimpered, your legs trembling with anticipation.

"Good girl..." 

And with a forceful thrust, William slammed his cock into you, burying himself deep inside your cunt and hitting your very depths.

His hands gripped your waist firmly as he established a steady rhythm of forceful thrusts, channeling all his frustration and annoyance into each powerful movement. With every slam, he felt himself releasing the pent-up tension, letting go of the negativity that had been weighing on him.

It was almost too overwhelming for you. His vigorous thrusts caused your body to tremble, pushing you closer to orgasm much quicker than anticipated as he pounded and overstimulated your walls.

Usually it’d take more than just forceful penetrating sex like this to give you that pleasurable high, however with William’s merciless performance, you suddenly found yourself nearing a peak. 

And as if you had no control over yourself, your moans grew louder with each collision of skin against skin, and soon you found yourself clutching onto the sheets beneath you.

"Willy," you breathed, your voice filled with need. "I'm gonna come..."

Your words were music to his ears, mingling with moans and cries as he revelled in the pleasure he was giving you. And with no intention of slowing down, he continued to fuck you hard and fast.

"Oh fuck... Willy..." you cried out, your cunt dripping with juices as you threw your head back and allowed yourself to reach the peak of ecstasy, waves of climax rushing over your body.

William could feel how your walls clenched tightly around him as you embraced your orgasm, relishing in the sight of you closing your eyes in ecstasy and feeling your body shake and surrender to him.

And though as much as he wanted to continue fucking you hard and bring you to multiple orgasms, he also felt the urgency for his own release.

So, he paused his movements, allowing you to come down from the euphoria and catch your breath, before gently withdrawing his length from your dripping core. It was a sight to behold, seeing how perfectly your heat fit him, reflecting the pleasure he had given you.

But for now, he desired something else from you.

"I want you on your knees, baby, on the floor," his husky voice commanded, and with a deep breath, you summoned the strength to move your body.

Despite your legs feeling like jelly beneath you, you managed to manoeuvre from the bed to the middle of the room, where you flashed William a confident smirk as you knelt before him. You knew exactly what he wanted, and you were more than willing to give it to him.

Then patiently waiting for him to draw closer, you glanced up at him with desire in your eyes, parting your lips slightly as he approached. You yearned to taste him, to feel his hardness against your tongue, and even to savor your own essence.

And William happily gave it to you.

Holding his cock before your mouth, he gazed intensely down at you, silently granting you permission to take him.

Without hesitation, you accepted. Wrapping your lips around the tip, you began by circling it with your tongue. Then taking a deep breath through your nose, you focused on relaxing the back of your throat, guiding him in slowly and effortlessly. You felt him reach the back of your mouth, but you allowed him to push in further.

Gently withdrawing your head slightly, you coated his shaft with your saliva before taking him in entirely once again. And while taking your time, you savoured the sensation before starting to move your head in rhythmic motions, bobbing up and down on his length. Your lips wrapped around him as you moved, using your dominant hand where your mouth couldn't reach.

William's fingers found the back of your hair, gently gripping it as he began to let his hips move in sync with your motions. And as the pleasurable sensations intensified, so did his actions.

You allowed him to take control, something you wouldn't normally do as you needed to manage your gag reflex and breathing. But tonight was William's night to let loose, which meant allowing him to guide his cock in and out of your mouth.

And while feeling his grip tighten in your hair, you managed to glance up at him through your lashes and saw how he tilted his head back, surrendering to the moment.

"Fuck, your mouth feels so good," he mumbled between moans.

Knowing exactly how to push him over the edge, you released your hand from around the base of his cock and placed both palms on his muscular thighs. Taking another deep breath, you prepared yourself as best you could before letting him push his shaft all the way into your throat, causing your nose to brush against his pubic hair. Holding still for a few seconds, you allowed yourself to gag around his cock before pulling off completely and gasping for air.

"Oh shit! Fuck, babe," William panted above you as you stroked his length. "That's fucking hot."

And you knew it was. William had often expressed his love for your blowjobs, and sometimes hinted at his desire for more dominant behaviour. While he had never actually choked you with his cock, he had shown some interest, which was how you knew he would enjoy how you forced him all the way down.

Then taking another breath, you placed both hands on his thighs once more and took him back into your mouth. And this time, William wanted nothing more than to come for you. Knowing how good you could be for him, he held onto you firmly, meeting your eyes as he thrust against your mouth.

It was forceful and dominant, as he relished every gagging noise you made. And as he fucked your mouth faster, he felt himself on the brink of climax.

"Oh yes, baby, that’s it! Oh, I'll never get enough of you," he moaned, his eyes shutting tightly. "Your mouth is so fucking..." But his words were cut off by a deep grunt as his climax took over, and he unleashed his load into your warmth.

You felt his muscles tense under your touch, your nails digging into them as he held his cock in your mouth, ensuring you received every single drop he had to offer.

Both of you remained still for a brief moment as William came down from his high, and holding back your instincts, you gazed up at him as you waited for his approval.

Slowly, he pulled himself out of your mouth, allowing you to taste every inch of his shaft. And locking eyes with you once more, he issued his final command.

"Swallow."

With a gulp, you let his raw cum slide down your throat, before releasing a light sensual gasp. It was nothing but an intense moment of sexual silence as you stared up at the man before you.

"Shit, baby, you're way too good at this," his dark words praised, and slowly he helped you to your feet.

"Did I at least help you with the frustrations?" you chuckled lightly.

"Oh, yes, you did," William replied, flashing you a great smile before pulling you into a cuddle. "How about a shower?"

"How about we heat up dinner?" you suggested with a laugh.

"Good idea - but shower first."

It felt as if all the tension had dissipated, as if there were no lingering issues anymore. Yet, a part of you remained uncertain about the true nature of your relationship with William.

As you enjoyed a later dinner after the post-sex shower, smiles gracing both of your faces, you couldn't help but ponder what was going on inside William's mind.

However, as you cuddled up, feeling satisfied in every aspect, he beat you to the conversation.

"Hey... thanks for... you know, today," he started softly, his thumb caressing your shoulder as his arms enveloped you, turning his head to face you.

"Of course, it's what I'm here for," you replied with a content smile.

"Yeah, I know, it's just..." he continued softly, struggling to articulate his thoughts. "You don't have to... let me do that... you could’ve just walked away after what happened at the rink."

"I know, but I didn’t want to walk away... Willy, I know I'm not exactly your girlfriend or anything, but whatever this is, to me, it's something..."

"Exactly... and I guess I just... I don't know how to say it, but I just feel like there might be more... you're so amazing, and I just really want you around, all the time... and I understand if that's not what you want, because it's not always easy with me, but... if you want to, I'd like to have you..."

His last words almost came out in slow motion, uncertainty evident in how he expressed his feelings.

"Willy, are you asking me to be your girlfriend?"

"Yeah... I think I am."

You were slightly taken aback by his question. Despite being intimate and spending a lot of time together for months, you didn't think William was considering this direction. On the contrary actually, you had been nervous he wanted to end it because of the increasing intensity of the season.

"Yes, Willy... of course I'd want to be your girlfriend," you finally managed to speak, the words carrying a mix of joy and relief. "Babe, I was honestly afraid you'd had enough of me...."

It was a moment you had both anticipated and feared, but now that it was here, it felt nothing but right. Leaning in, you sealed your answer with a tender kiss, a silent affirmation of your commitment to each other.

William's eyes sparkled with happiness as he returned the kiss, his arms pulling you closer. It was a moment of clarity amidst the chaos of life, a moment where everything just felt right.

"Oh, I already told you; I'll never get enough of you," he whispered against your lips, his voice filled with warmth and sincerity.