#william nylander blurb

[wildrangers]

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

Word Count: 3.5K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“My apologies for the slander, miss.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Like what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“When did you move?”

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

“Oh well, welcome! I love it here.”

“Yeah?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m sorry?” he offered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[jackhues]

❄️ holding them in your lap (even if there's plenty of space/seats) gives me willy nylander energy

ugh this is so extremely willy nylander energy. hope you like this gray <3

"i'm gonna press play!" william called out.

"wait, wait, the popcorn's almost ready!" you responded.

"hurry up!"

"i can't make the microwave go any faster," you responded. "you have like ten seconds left."

he sighed, flopping back onto the couch to wait for you. you grinned as the popcorn finished popping, quickly emptying it out into a bowl and adding some butter.

"and we're ready!" you grinned, walking into the living room with the popcorn bowl.

you placed it on the table, immediately getting grabbed by your boyfriend and placed on his lap. you giggled at his actions, but he merely smiled in response.

"now we're ready," he corrected, hitting play.

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send a ❄️, player + prompt (CLOSED NOW)

[datsyuks]

Take Care

(A nice short sweet thing featuring Toronto's best dressed: Willy 88. This came after Sandin said he would do anything for friends and family at any hour.. I mean how could you NOT love that?!)

“You don’t have to go, ya know,” Willy said as his fingers played with your hair. The sun was setting just as you two woke up from a much needed nap. “I really have to go, I should have left an hour ago actually because,..” you sigh and still not making any move to get out of bed. Willy finishes your sentence for you, “you need to help your little sister with homework and then make sure she gets to school on time tomorrow. I know. It’s okay.” He brushes the strands behind your ear.

This was not the first time you had to rush and leave him. It all started as soon as your father got a new job that required more hours and a farther commute. That ended up with most of the house work to fall on you and that included taking care of your sister. You were reaching a breaking point, but Willy didn’t need to know that he already had too much on his plate.

He suddenly rolls himself on top of you, supporting himself with his elbows. “You take care of so much, the house, your sister, who’s taking care of you?” His necklace dangles in between you two and slightly scrapes your chest. You knew he was concerned about you, especially since the main reason why you couldn’t be in a relationship with him was because all this responsibility was piling up. You grab his face to make sure he looks at you, but he already is, “I can take care of myself.” He doesn’t seem satisfied with the answer, but he rolls off and lays back next to you facing you. “I can take care of you,” he murmurs after a few seconds of silence, “if you want me too, of course.” That brings tears to your eyes and you roll over to cuddle into his chest. The sun is almost gone, the bed is warm, and you want to be wrapped in Willy’s arms forever.

[harlowhockeystick]

hiiiiiiiiiiii babes!!!!!!!!!! hope you’re doing well! missed your blurb weekends 🥹 could i ask for prompt call it what you want with well,,, bae <333333333333 lmao. mwah love you and i hope you have a great new year xx

meet me at midnight | contains: fem!reader, implied famous!reader

just wanna say that this is my favorite taylor song. and it fits him so well. would i write a full fic on this? maybe, one day...........maybe.....

it was spread around and speculated that only you and william would last just a few months or so. that you would do that you had done with your past relationships, according to everyone else that is, and it wouldn't go further than a four to five months. but william was different. he made everything better.

though job wise, personality wise, you couldn't be more different. but the famous saying of opposites attract came to be true, you found out. he was the calm when everything turned upside down, he was the sound voice when everything was dialed to eleven. william was there when you thought others would be and they weren't.

"will?" you approached him as he sat on the couch. it was late at night, he had just gotten home not only an hour ago and he was already rewatching the game he just gotten home from. his shoulders were pretty tense; william came home and only muttered a few words to you. he didn't want to talk about the game, and you knew why. it wasn't a pretty game to watch so you can only imagine what it would have been like to play in it.

you sat down on the couch next to him on the couch and he only moved just a little, but didn't take his eyes off the screen. he watched with a tight jaw and a frozen stare, analyzing every single move he and his teammates did on the ice each shift. "honey, you gotta come to bed." you whispered, laying your arm across his shoulders, your hand playing with his hair lightly.

he didn't respond, like he didn't hear you at all. you had only seen him like this a few times, and each time you liked it less than before. but you didn't want to leave him alone, because you too have had nights like these and the last thing you wanted was to be left alone.

it was only during the commercial break that he turned to look at you. you gave him a soft expression, he tried his best to return the same. william studied your face, as if he was trying to figure out how in the world he got so lucky with you.

his eyes traveled down to a necklace he hadn't seen before. it was a light, small gold pendant with his initial engraved in the middle of it. "when did you get that?" he asked, his voice low and quiet. he picked it up off your chest to get a better look at it.

"uh, a couple weeks ago. you were in anaheim. i wanted to see how long it'd take you to notice, apparently it took longer than i thought." you giggled, and he smiled as he studied the pendant.

lightly, he pressed his lips against it with a smile. dropping it against your chest he cupped your cheek with his hand, then pressing his lips against yours. "it looks really good on you, baby."

william then wraps his arms around you and lays his head on your chest. comfortably you lean back against the arm of the couch and wrap yours around him too. sure, he knew how to comfort you and be there for you too when you need him, but you knew how to to the exact thing for him too.

[misshoneyimhome]

I feel so dirty for writing this request 💀 since Professor Nylander aka hockey version has been on high demand. How would William with the inexperienced feel about sixty-nine, anal play, and giving William sloppy head and William giving OC sloppy head kinda spit play sort of. I’m going to straight to the sin bin at this point. #SlutsforPresidentNylander

[18+]

Darling, first of all… Never feel dirty about these requests - I’m here for it 😉 Don’t you worry you’re not alone about these thoughts 🙈

・✶ ｡ﾟ

Blurb incoming;

William absolutely enjoys exploring new things with inexperienced!reader - he loves that he’s the one who can show her new areas and ways to reach pleasure - the way he just enjoys seeing the lights in her eyes as she comes to the realisation of what she can do, both to herself and also to William for them to be reach that climax!

Given that she’s new to giving head though does require for him to let her take her time to learn just how to work his length (how much she can take in her mouth, sucking and licking without teeth, while using her hand as well) - but she quickly gets a hang of it and it doesn’t take long before he begins to push the limits a little and rock his hips, pushing his cock deeper into her warm mouth - and does not forget to praise her about how good she’s doing him!

Furthermore, he absolutely loves going down on her - he can turn her into a screaming mess in no time with just his mouth, and let’s just agree on the fact that his smug face never comes off as he sees how much pleasure he can bring her 😉 and sure it gets dirtier the more they do it - Willy def gets carried away! juices are soaking the bedsheets, mixed with sweat, spit and more - he does not care how messy it gets as long as they experience that high 💦

For the sixty-nine, Willy loves, loves, loves, how he can eat her out while she’s giving him head - it gives him both pleasure in receiving and giving - and furthermore, the way she squirms and trembles before him because he’s licking her so good and she can barely focus on working him, def makes him go feral! Like he can almost control her; the more intensely he licks her, the more eager she gets and bobs her head faster 🙃

Now for the Anal play, that’s more in the slow-mo department as that is a very new territory and requires loads of skill and patience! And it’s one many may have difficulties with at first - but Willy, as always, remains patient and simply takes the time needed for her to find the right way to feel good 😊 it can take a few times for them both to get it just right, but as soon as they do, believe me she sees heaven in a whole new way - and for Willy? Yeah he’s just more than pleased that he can play with her body in more ways now - ways that brings them both pleasure!

Hope that makes sense 🤭

[laurenairay]

9) “You’re an idiot.” “Thanks!”

This request with William Nylander please :)

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

685 words.

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

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

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

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

“Who painted the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel?”

“Van Gogh!” William called out.

You just snickered. “Michelangelo.”

“The answer is…Michelangelo.”

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

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

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

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

“Roald Dahl?” William guessed.

“Charles Dickens,” you said simply.

“The answer is…Charles Dickens.”

“Whoops,” William shrugged.

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

~

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

“Ed Sheeran!”

“Adele.”

“The answer is…Adele.”

~

“What is the capital of New Zealand?”

“Auckland? Is that a city?”

“Maybe Wellington?”

“The answer is…Wellington.”

~

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

“Uh…France?”

“Nah, it’s The Netherlands!”

“The answer is…The Netherlands.”

~

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

“Salt Lake City!”

“Los Angeles?”

“The answer is…Las Vegas.”

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

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

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

“Thanks!” William said with a big grin.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[equallyshaw]

all in a days work, feat. willy nylander.

Warnings: none.

Word Count: 1.6k +

Just a cute blurb!

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Fanny had never ever, watched a single hockey game in her life; due to the fact that she was from California where hockey was still not very popular. Even more so, her family never watched it so she had never been interested in watching it. That was why her boss at Saturday Night (Defunct Canadian Magazine), decided she would be the perfect fit. She’d hopefully be able to get a bigger scope outside of hockey, and it might make the interviewee more comfortable. Fanny had only been at the magazine for three months as a guest editor, after leaving The New Yorker and LeFlair Magazine in California. Nevertheless, here she was now sitting inside a boutique-esque, very Toronto townhouse.

She smiled at the two pups that were bringing her toys, and vying for her attention. Which she adored. “Pablo!” William called over, before whistling. The two pups both ran over to where he was calling, and the two ran back out with two chew sticks, each going into opposite ends of the room. “Little one, still doesn’t understand that his name is not Pablo but here we are.” He mused, bringing out a cup of two shots of expresso with half and half, and some brown sugar. “Thank you, so much! My golden did not understand that her name wasn’t my lab’s name. It takes a while, unfortunately.” She said taking the one cup, and instantly blowing on it to cool it down a bit. William laughed at the sentiment she just shared and nodded. “So, where do you want to begin?” He asked sitting down on the couch across from her. “Where to begin, where to begin.” She joked, crossing one leg over the other. She looked down at her notes, before looking back at William. “How would you describe yourself to somebody that has never watched hockey, does not know you have two cute pups, are from Sweden, and are blonde? What would you say?” He laughed at the question, running a hand through his very blonde hair. He smiled, “I would say I am a dog dad, lover of books which many people would never imagine that I do, I love watching some good tv shows, a movie here and there, uh..im a huge baker. Brownies? I gotchu covered. Muffins? Oh yeah. (Editors Note: very Canadian pronunciation) Chocolate chip cookies? Eh. I’m still working on those.” He paused as they both laughed. “Okay good, I know what not to ask for.” She mused, pointing her iPad pencil toward him. “I’m a huge family person, I don’t go a day without talking to my family in our group chat. Another thing is that I love some good expresso, fantastic little-known coffee shops, and early Sunday morning walks in the park.” He added and she nodded, giving him a small smile. “Go to coffee order?” She quirked, “Right answers only.” She added quickly, making him smile. A genuine smile, that was reserved for those closest to him.

“Ouu, maybe an iced americano or cold brew. Sometimes ill get a latte with oat milk- it depends.” He answered, “Though on game days it would be a small cold brew for sure. Plain, so no upset tummies.” He quickly added, she grinned. She nodded, “I’m glad you said that, I was about to ask about that. Are you a more coffee-at-home guy on game days or a go-out type of guy? I would assume how you feel that day if you don’t have a ‘superstition’.” She responded. “Oh yeah, I don’t have that with coffee. As you said, it depends on the day and how I’m feeling, when the game is, etc.” She quickly wrote that down on her iPad. “Superstition? Eh, I guess you’ve heard a bit about hockey then?” He quirked, thinking about the information that he got in an email from the magazine. She softly smiled, “My brother is a soccer player, so I imagine superstitions are universal if I’m correct?” She asked for clarity, to which William nodded. “You’d be right about that.” he responded. “Fanny, what would you say about a walk with the pups?” He questioned. She was taken by surprise and went to respond but she closed her mouth quickly. She then smiled and nodded. “That’d be lovely.”

The two walked through High Park, taking in all the sights and sounds. He was relatively left alone, only receiving a smile or nod here and there. William commented on that, being thankful for nobody fussing over him. "Have you ever been here?" He asked, and she shook her head no. "Nah, I've only been here two months but most of that has been spent in the office or at home doing more work." She sighed, sipping some of her water. He nodded, "Well over there you've got Hillside Gardens, which as you can see is the big Canadian leaf." He pointed as the two got closer, and she smiled. "Its gigantic!" She exclaimed, pulling out her phone to take a picture. William smiled as he watched her giddy as she took a photo. "Next we should head to the dog off-leash area." and so they did, watching the two pups run around with some other dogs for about 20 minutes. The two laughed with one another, watching the pups, interacting with other dogs and owners, etc. Next, the two went onto the Spring Creek, nature trail. The trail walk took about 2 hours later and the two were ready to get something to eat. So Wiliam took Fanny and the two pups to a local cafe a few blocks form the park, called Gasper Cafe which had some outdoor seating for them.

They spent the next hour continuing to cheat, before heading back to his place. He even took a photo of her while she took one of him, though he said he needed it for his 'be real', while she wanted a behind the scenes picture. Once they were back at his townhouse, she grabbed her things, and he walked her out. She had enjoyed interviewing him and was brewing with ideas about the story, she was going to be writing as soon as she left. “Thank you, William, for allowing me to interview you.” She said as they walked down the front steps to her car parked in front, “I am very excited to get this to my editor as soon as I can, and then your agent will get a copy for y’all to review.” She said stopping to properly look at him. “Oh great! Looking forward to hearing from you.” He smiled, and she nodded. “Have a great one!” She said before walking around to her driver’s side and hopping in. He stood there until she drove off, and as she turned the corner, he knew that he wanted to see her again; outside of the interview.

It was two months later, in early March when they were at the launch party at Soho Toronto. She walked into the private but grand room and looked for her editor. She found him and William together. They posed for pictures as she strolled up, and then once William noticed her, he could not stop looking at her. She turned real quick to greet a coworker and then went to say hi to her editor. She then turn towards William looking dash as ever, and they greeted one another, placing a kiss on each cheek. (like europeans do lol) “You excited?” She asked, taking a fluke of champagne from a tray nearby. He nodded, “Are you? Your editor explained to me that this is your first official piece of being a full-time writer and editor?” He asked moving closer to her, so it was only her that heard it. She nodded, looking back up at him. “Yes! I hope the readers enjoy it. I put a lotta labor of love into it.” She beamed, sipping some of the drink. “I already know I’ll love it.” He grinned, placing a hand on the middle of her back. She nodded, smiling widely. The two spoke for what seemed like hours, but 20 minutes later, she and William were being called for photo ops in front of the magazine cover. William was entranced by her confidence, which was only blossoming. She looked towards William for a brief second, and then back to the cameras.

About an hour later, Fanny stood up on stage, with a microphone in hand, and thanked the people that came for coming and introducing William himself to do a small interview on stage. She smiled, watching him come up, he took ahold of the extra microphone she handed him. Their fingers brushed on another's, but she quickly dismissed it throwing a joke at the blonde. The crowd and he laughed, feeling at ease. And no one could deny the look in William's eyes the whole interview, one's filled with wonder and excitement for the brunette.

It was around midnight when the two decided to walk the streets of Toronto back to her apartment, 2 miles away. The two walked hand in hand, a bit tipsy on both ends and high on life right now. The two honestly, could not get enough of each other. They laughed, they cringed, they cheered, and learned more and more about one another. The two finally made it back to her place, and he smiled down at her, preparing to say goodnight and walk back to his place. Yet, fate had other plans. “Um..you totally don’t have to, but would you like to come upstairs?” She questioned, hoping the bellman was not listening in on the conversation. William nodded, smiling and took Fanny’s hand in his, and followed her lead. As soon as they got into the elevator, the two were on their phones texting their whereabouts, etc, to a few at the party. “Wanna take an Insta story?” She questioned, and he nodded grinning. She took one for her’s without his face, and one for his without hers. The elevator door dinged, and the two got off and walked toward the opposite end. “Oh, forgot to say but I have a cat.” She said whipping around, “And their name is?” He questioned and she smiled. “Her name is Cleo, and I know she’ll love you.” She beamed, flashing her keycard and the door opened. Cleo appeared almost instantly, greeting her human and vying for her attention. Then she saw William and instantly rubbed up against him. She smiled as he kneeled down to pet her, and after a few seconds, Fanny took off her shoes and set her purse down next to her. “Would you like anything to drink? Water?” She asked going to grab some for herself. He nodded and thanked her. She handed it to him, “Do you mind if I change into something more comfortable?” She asked and William waved her off. She came out ten minutes later, to find William on the couch, with Cleo on his chest while he watched TikTok. She smiled, snapping a quick pic. She sat down next to him, and she heard Cleo’s purring. Fanny and William smiled at the same time, as she started. “I think it’s safe to say, she likes you.” Fanny grinned, “Well it’s a good thing I like her mom.” William responded.

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@fannyy: all in a days work :)

Location: sohoToronto.

99.9k likes, 12.3k comments.

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@fannyseditor: congrats mon amour, so grateful to have you on my team 🫶🏻

↳ @fannyy: merci beaucoup!!! 🤍

@alexnylqnder: sick expose !

↳ @fannyy: Thankyou stranger 🫡

↳ @hockeyfan1: OMG THATS HIS BROTHER

@hockeyfan2: such a good story!! Go leafs !

@justinbieber: Willy style 🤝🏻

↳ @fannyy: 😇😇

@williamnylander: had a fantastic time! Thankyou (:

↳ @fannyy: ofc!

@saturdaynigjt: big congrats in order for our girl, so happy you’re in the 6 with us!

↳ @fannyy: no place I’d rather be !

@torontomapleleafs: glad you got his good side 😉😉

↳ @williamnylander: EVERY side is a good side 😌

↳ @fannyy: lolol

@fannyysisters: cutie pie so proud of you

↳ @fannyy: love you!! miss u

@ fanny'sbrother: this is sick

↳ @williamnylander: hey bro, heard im your fave hockey player

↳ @fannyy: the only hockey player he knows...

↳ @williamnylander: im gonna disregard that comment

↳ @fannyysbrother: lololol

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@williamnylander: its out, tell all your friends!

tags: fannyy & saturdaynightmagazine

123k likes, 21.7k comments.

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2 months later.

@williamnylander: recents w willy styles.

tag: fannyy

Location: san diego

124.7k likes, 22.8k comments.

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@alexnylander: that damn sushi

@austonmatthews: woah. not the sushi bro

↳ @hockeyfan3: OMG we are not having a repeat of food poisoning

↳ @williamnylander @austonmatthews: its ok! it is a new place

↳ @fannyy: more reason to be nervous lolol

↳ @Williamnylander: oh shush

@fannyy: meiomi. we love a good California wine :)

↳ @hockeyfan4: WAIT -- DID YOU GET HIM IT??

↳ @hockeyfan5: DID U?!?!?!

↳ @Williamnylander: @fannyy it was delicious, though you know that

↳ @hockey6: ITS CONFIRMED !!!!

↳ @hockey6: THAT WAS HIM IN HER INSTA

@hockeyfan7: doing my daily loop and omg that's fannyy from the magazine who interviewed him!!!!

↳ @hockey6: it def it

@fannyy'ssister: awe

↳ @fannyy: oh hi

↳ @fannyy: bahaha hi

↳ @williamnylander: sup

@mitchmarner: willy with the sushiii

@kappy: oh baby that dinner looks delish

@fannysbrother: no shirt? put on a shirt lmao

↳ @williamnylander: lol 🫡

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@fannyy: so grateful for a few weeks at home.

location: san diego

tag: williamnylander

235k likes, 23.9k comments.

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@fannysbrother: Aztecs forever

↳ @fannyy: ROLL TIDE🤝🏻

@fannysmom: so glad to have you two home for some sunshine!

↳ @williamnylander: thankyou for having me, I couldn't have asked for a better time !

↳ @fannyy: aweee mama, im calling u rn

↳ @fannysmom: @williamnylander ofc hun! see you soon!

@fannyssister: disney princess has returned

↳ @fannyy: oh u know it

@alexnylander: still not over u two not inviting me

↳ @williamnylander: cry me a river

↳ @fannyy: bahaha next time alex!

@austonmatthews: heaven on earth

↳ @fannyy: so glad u could make it for a weekend!

@mitchmarner: 😎😎

@sdsuaztecs: so glad we could be apart of your visit back to the college of Journalism! we were very happy to welcome you home, #Aztecsforever

↳ @fannyy: love you all forever! thankyou for allowing me to talk to some wonderful students !

@williamsmom: so cute! glad you both had fun

↳ @fannyy: we did! you raised a gem :)

↳ @williamsmom: I expect nothing less 🤍

@fannysbestfriend: so glad you guys came out, William is one of us now 🥺

↳ @fannysotherbestfriend: oh hell yeah

↳ @fannysguybestfriend: forever bros 🌊

↳ @williamnylander: @fannysguybestfriend: bros 🌊🤝🏻

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[miracleonice87]

Merry Christmas, Darling - with William Nylander

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

warnings: none; total fluff

word count: ~2,000

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And what could you say to that? 

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

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

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

“Don't you know that Christmas would be incomplete

If you're not here with me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Camilla nodded joyfully. “That he does!” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What are you doing?” you asked. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[thatsdemko]

MASTERLIST

updated as of 6/05/2023 back to helpline

to find what players I write for please click here

↳ to look at part 2 masterlists please click: here

IMAGINES

HOCKEY

Nico hischier

the fight

william nylander

famous

mitch marner

paper rings

thomas bordeleau

revenge

ice and spice

punishment

moritz seider

ask

mat barzal

neighbor

Jack Hughes

mess around and find out

BASKETBALL & NFL

killian hayes

comfort cuddles

Travis kelce

Super Bowl

live from New York

Patrick mahomes

parade

FOOTBALL/SOCCER

christian pulisic

one last time

confusion and confessions

lie detector part two

first timer

the apology

want one?

Mason mount

you belong to me

hate me

little mount

uncle Mason

delicate

Neymar jr.

five minutes

FORMULA 1

nyck de vries

year one

charles leclerc

a sleepless night in monaco

the other man the right man

fallingforyou

Mozart

falling in love again

uncle Charles

summertime happiness

match point

love affair

brothers best friend

Carlos sainz

desperate

unforgettable

spoiled

Polaroid

papa carlos

I see red

stay, stay

lover

pining - mini series

max verstappen

secrets out

happiness comes in ice cream

the ways in which max shows you he loves you

lando norris

the right man

this love

little streamer

one too many

everybody’s friend

Pierre Gasly

one night with you

falling in love again

jealousy, jealousy

only him

one last ride for the alpha

I’m yours

lewis hamilton

it’s sir to you

drunk on you

ride that like a Mercedes

Daniel ricciardo

the return of the honey badger

dicked down in Dallas

Tim McGraw

home is whenever I’m with you

arthur leclerc

cruel summer

hard work

love affair

yuki tsunoda

sushi date

cherry blossom season

one last ride for the alpha

mick schumacher

you are in love

the ways in which mick schumacher shows you he loves you

toto wolff

ride that like a Mercedes

extra credit

George Russell

I think he knows

MISCELLANEOUS

BLURBS

brad marchand

Jeremy swayman

quinn hughes

cale makar

benjamin pavard 2

travis kelce

josh giddey

lando norris

max verstappen

carlos sainz

Daniel ricciardo

COLLECTIONS| MINI SERIES

valentines day

fake it? - mini series

Taylor swift inspired works

dad + family works

three’s company works

pining - mini series

[wildrangers]

"Slut!" // William Nylander

Word Count: 2.8K

Summary: Famous singer reader x our boy Willy

{For my 1989 Vaults Track Challenge}

Warnings/tropes: fluff, resolved angst (very minor), mentions of anxiety, strong allusions to sex but no serious smut (like PG-13-ish), cursing

You were used to attention but even you had a limit. You’d hit it a few months ago after the tabloids latched onto you being seen with a mystery man, aka Marc from your agent’s office. When your team published that to dispel the rumors, the media reframed it as you sleeping with him for favoritism within your agency. While they hadn’t actually been yelling “Slut!” at you, they may as well have been and you’d needed to get away from New York.

You’d escaped to Toronto because you enjoyed the city whenever your tour had passed through and decided it was busy enough to get lost in without attracting the press. You were hunkered down working on your next album, doing your best to lose yourself in the rhythm of the city and get back to what you loved most—your music.

Got lovestruck, went straight to my head

Got lovesick, all over my bed

Love to think you’ll never forget

Handprints in wet cement

You’d been walking your dog, Edith, when the air changed around you—you couldn’t quite explain it, but you could feel a group of people getting excited about something and it set you on edge—had you been spotted? You froze, eyes darting around as your breath fogged in front of you.

You spotted a group of maybe a half dozen girls giggling as they walked away from a tall, blonde man with two dogs. As you let out a deep sigh of relief, Edith spotted the other dogs and yanked the leash out of your grip, charging for them and their owner.

“Edith!” you called, heart in your throat, as you jogged after her. Luckily, you were in a quieter part of the city but you were still panicked until you saw the guy grab her leash.

“I am so, so sorry, thank you so much” you called out once you were in speaking distance of him.

“It’s no problem” he replied, smiling easily at you. “I was relieved when a dog was running over—when I heard someone yelling ‘Edith!’ I worried a grandma was really in trouble.”

You chuckled and shrugged, “I mean, she’s just an Edith, you know?” Normally, at this point, you’d disengage to avoid being recognized but his face was so open and you hadn’t realized until now how lonely you’d been holed up writing. “Who are these gentlemen?”

William introduced himself, as well as Banksy and Pablo. You discovered your buildings were near each other so when he offered to join you on your return there, you took him up on it despite your reservations.

“So, what do you do for work?” William asked after a natural lull in conversation and your pulse picked up.

“Oh, I work in the music industry, what about you?”

You felt him reassessing you and his cheeks suddenly flared pink, “I’m sorry, I thought you looked familiar but it didn’t click until just now.”

“Please, don’t be sorry” you laughed, your own embarrassment rising to meet his. “It was nice talking with someone as a human being.”

“Yeah, I get that” he sighed.

“Oh?” you asked, wracking your brain for how he could possibly relate to such a strange feeling.

“I play for the Maple Leafs” he explained and you nodded, pretending to know what that meant. He must have caught on because he let out a rich laugh that made you smile from the sound alone. “The NHL team here, this is kind of a hockey town.”

“Well, that explains the girls back there…” you mused, reflecting back on the frenetic energy that comes with a person meeting someone they only know through a TV.

“They were sweet” he shrugged and you glanced over, noticing his legitimate nonchalance.

“It doesn’t bother you?”

“Not really, it comes with the territory and 95% of the time people are nice.”

“Well, that’s good” you mumbled, mostly to yourself. While your fans were lovely, your mind flashed to all the times you’d been met with judgement and jealousy from girls who were into your famous exes. It was a bizarre, shame-inducing experience despite you doing nothing wrong.

“Hey look!” Will said excitedly, pulling you from your thoughts. “Come here, quick.”

You followed him in confusion towards a small section of sidewalk that had been replaced and was surrounded by caution tape. “What exactly are we doing?”

“Come on, we gotta do our hand prints, no?” he grinned and his genuine excitement made you smile too.

“Fine, but quickly” you agreed and he whooped before taking his left hand out of his glove, you doing the same with your right hand. You two quickly stuck your hands in, the wet concrete cold to the touch.

“My plan worked” he smiled and you tilted your head in confusion. “Now you have to come over, make sure we can wash that concrete off your hands. Can’t play guitar with chunks of that stuck to you.”

Lovelorn and nobody knows

Love thorns all over this rose

I’ll pay the price you won’t

You must have dozed off watching the Leafs game because you were woken by Will softly greeting the dogs. You stretched, letting the throw blanket fall around your waist as you yawned.

“I’m sorry, babe, did I wake you?” he asked quietly, placing a kiss to your forehead.

You hummed in response, wrapping your hand around the back of his neck to pull his lips to yours. His kiss was gentle and attentive—he always seemed to anticipate just what would make your heart flutter in your chest. He pulled away a moment later, his blue eyes shining with joy that warmed you from within.

It had only been a few months since you’d met and, if you were being honest, you were a little terrified by how quickly you were falling for him. Contrary to what the tabloids said, you normally guarded your heart quite closely. But with Will, it was beginning to feel like all you needed was him.

“Where’d you go?” he asked and you realized he’d sat down beside you, concern all over his face.

“I’m sorry, just got lost in my thoughts.”

“What were they saying?”

You hesitated, trying to decide how to phrase it, “It just worries me how much you mean to me already.”

“Oh, älskling” he replied, pulling you to him. Your arms wrapped around his middle and you buried your face in his neck, breathing in his scent. “What concerns you about that?”

“I’m scared of people finding out” you admitted softly.  

“Because of the media being assholes?” You nodded, pulling him tighter. “Y/N, people say shit about me all the time. It’s just what happens when you’re in the public eye.”

You sighed, pulling away slightly to look at him. He didn’t get it—how different it was being a famous woman versus a man. “What would the story be about you if it came out that we’re dating?” you questioned and he grinned.

“Just that I’m lucky to have somehow landed a woman that is way out of my league” he replied and you rolled your eyes, butterflies filling your stomach at the compliment.

“What do you think it would be about me?”

He took in your serious expression and paused to think before shrugging, “Tell me.”

“Y/N, dating William Nylander!” you proclaimed dramatically. “Another new man for the songstress! Will she ever settle down? How many famous men will she use for attention? What will her ex think? When can we expect the break up album?”

You’d tried being light-hearted but your voice cracked on the last word as tears pricked your eyes. “Hey, hey” he said quietly, embracing you again and running a soothing hand through your hair. “They can say whatever they want. Only we know what this is—how real it is. They can’t take that from us. But, if we keep hiding, think of all the things that fear is taking from us. You coming to a game, me being able to go to a show of yours someday. Me being able to take you out to celebrate a win or on a nice date.”

Tears flowed freely at his words, “I didn’t mean to hide us, I’m just scared.”

“I know” he replied, wiping away your tears. “And I’ve loved getting to know you and developing this relationship, just us two. But that’s not how relationships work—I want you to meet the team and me to meet your friends, see your home in New York.  I mean, if you’d want that” he said, faltering at the end.

You grabbed his face in your hands, placing a gentle kiss to his nose. “Of course, that’s what I want” you reassured him, getting lost in his deep blue eyes. And as he leaned in to kiss you again, you accepted that you’d likely get backlash in a way he wouldn’t. But you wouldn’t let that stop you from being with him fully.

But if I’m all dressed up

They might as well be looking at us

And if they call me a slut

You know it might be worth it for once

You were nervous as you left Scotiabank Arena with Steph and a few other girls. You’d felt safe up in the suite, watching the game with the other partners and families but away from prying eyes. Now, on the street surrounded by fans, you felt your anxiety rising. You could feel people watching your group, noting the WAG jackets—you couldn’t tell if they’d realized who you were or were just intrigued because of your relationship with a player.

As you saw Will’s car pull up to the curb, you confirmed with Steph which bar you’d all meet up at to celebrate the win before sliding into his passenger seat.

“Are you sure you’re up for this?” Will asked, eyes scanning your face.

“Yeah, I’m sure” you nodded, despite the nerves filling your stomach. His strong hand gripped yours as he pulled out, heading a few blocks away to the bar. You’d gone to a few closed team events to meet everyone—parties at people’s apartments, joining the girls for at-home brunch, etc. All to help you feel comfortable enough for this milestone.

“You look beautiful, Leafs blue suits you” Willy complimented as he pulled into a spot and you squeezed his hand in thanks. He quickly came around to your side, opening your door and helping you out as he always did, ever the gentleman—it was one of the things you loved about him. You paused for a second at that thought before deciding you had enough to worry about tonight without bringing the L word into it.

You were escorted to a private room where you enjoyed a few hours of joyful company, dancing and drinking, celebrating the guys and their hard work. You’d almost convinced yourself you’d overthought this outing—everything was going great, why had you been so worried? But by the time you were leaving, cheeks flushed from the warmth of the bar and the alcohol flowing through you, your fears were confirmed as cameras began flashing.

Will wrapped a protective arm around you as your name was shouted from all around, Steph tucking herself closer to your other side, bracketing you in their safety.

Send the code, he’s waiting there

The sticks and stones they throw froze mid-air

Everyone wants him

That was my crime

It was the following afternoon and you were spiraling. All those moments you thought were private were plastered across the internet. You and Steph cheering after a goal, you picking up John’s daughter so she could see the ice better, you shielding your eyes when Will had taken a hard check. Let alone all the photos they’d gotten outside the arena and of you walking into and out of the bar.

Even worse, a fan had gotten past your building’s security, knocking on your door shortly after lunch. Luckily, she’d been sweet but it still rattled you. Your building’s manager had apologized profusely, quickly changing all the codes into the building and retraining the staff on privacy procedures.

Will was at practice and wouldn’t be over until later that afternoon, leaving you to your own devices. You’d successfully fought off Googling your own name for hours before finally caving.

Y/N spotted with William Nylander—but is she still with Marc?

Y/N has gone through all of Hollywood’s men—she’s moved onto Toronto now!

When can we expect the Nylander album?

That last one had been the worst—as if your music was owed solely to the men you decided to be with, not something you worked tirelessly on. Your phone vibrated beside you and your shoulders sagged in relief as Will’s name popped up.

“Hey babe, are you almost here?”

“I’m outside, can you send me the new code? It’s a zoo out here.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry, I totally spaced, it’s 161152. I’ll call George to let him know you can come up.”

A few moments later, you were pulling Will into your apartment and locking the door behind him. You began to explain everything that had happened today but instead simply burst into tears.

“I’m so sorry, älskling—I believed you but I didn’t realize how crazy it would be. But we’re going to figure this out, okay?” And you let yourself believe him as he rubbed soothing circles on your back, his presence filling you with a sense of safety. “And I’m going to be taking your laptop away from you” he added, spotting what you’d been searching.

You chuckled through your tears, pulling away to grab a tissue from nearby, “I knew I shouldn’t but couldn’t stop myself” you admitted and he nodded. “I’m sorry about all of this.”

“Hey, no” he countered, gently gripping your face between his hands. “We knew this could happen.”

“I know but why would you want to put up with all of this?” you asked, emotion clogging your throat again.

“Because I’ll take anything and everything that comes with being with you” he answered, eyes serious as they held yours. You didn’t know what to say to that so you just wrapped your arms around his middle again. “Want to take a nap? I could use one after the last twelve hours.”

Half asleep

Taking your time

You’re not saying you’re in love with me

But you’re going to

A few hours later you were woken by kisses placed all over your face and gentle hands caressing your waist. “There she is” Willy mumbled into your ear and you giggled, turning your face so you could capture his lips with your own. His exploring hands made quick work of both your clothes and soon he was a comforting weight on top of you.

You’d obviously had sex with Will countless times by this point but this felt different somehow. You both normally favored faster, rougher sex but Will was moving so purposefully and slowly, seemingly drawing out the time you two were joined together, impossibly close.

Later, as you came down from your high and felt his rhythm falter, you opened your eyes to meet his and the look there stole your breath away. Such affection and care were in his deep blue eyes before he dropped his head to your chest, burying his face in your neck as he caught his breath.

“That was incredible, Y/N” he said softly and you pulled his face up to yours, pouring all your unsaid feelings into the kiss.

Half awake

Taking your chance

It’s a big mistake

I said it might blow up in your pretty face

A few nights later, you were curled up in Will’s bed, wrapped in his embrace. The dogs were fast asleep around you but you were clinging to wakefulness, enjoying the warmth of Will behind you after a long day in the studio.  

“Y/N?” Will said softly and you hummed in response, turning in his arms to face him.

You smiled up at him sleepily but felt yourself wake up a bit more at the intensity in his eyes. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I just…” he began, swallowing thickly. You frowned slightly at his nerves, reaching up to brush a piece of hair out of his eyes. “I just love you, that’s all.”

You fought back a smile, “Oh is that all?”

“Shut up” he giggled, hiding his face in your neck, pulling you even closer to him somehow.

You ran a hand through his hair, placing a kiss to the top of his head. “I love you too, William.”

“Yeah?” he questioned, pulling back just enough to gaze up at you.

You nodded before smirking, “You may come to regret it but yeah, I love you.”

He placed a gentle kiss to your collarbone before settling into your chest again, “I could never regret this, my love.”

A/N: My first Willy story! Thanks to those who sent support for this little series I'm working on to hopefully get out of this writing slump. I wrote this in a few hours so please let me know any feedback you have ☺️ 'Say Don't Go' with Lindgren next!

[jackhues]

the giant stop sign - william nylander

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

likes are good, reblogs are better <3

part of naqia's end of the year celly!

gif not mine

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

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

"william!" your eyes widened.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"ready," he agreed.

"and.... go!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[sweetiepoison]

Famous Baby Blurb (The Night Out)

You threw your head back allowing the shot of vodka to burn as it went down your throat. You giggled leaning forward, placing the glass back down on the table.

“What number is that?” Willy yelled from across the table.

“8?” You questioned turning your head to look at Auston for confirmation.

“No!” He objected. “I think it’s 9.”

“No.” You protested back. “We had four at Mitch and Steph’s, two when we first got here, and then these two.” You gestured down to the four shot glasses on the table.

“Nuh uh” Auston shook his head. “We had one in the car over here too.”

You tried to remember the car ride to the bar but it felt like it was hours ago now and impossible to recall. “It doesn’t matter, we’re still tied.”

“You can’t admit you’re wrong.” Auston crossed his arms, smirking over at you.

“Yes I can.”

“Then say it.”

“Say what?”

“Say you’re wrong and I’m right.”

“Auston,” you sighed “please just be grateful that I’m even talking to you.”

“You should be the one that’s grateful. Do you know how many girls would kill to be in your spot right now.”

“Enough for your inflated ego to talk about it.”

Auston shrugged pushing your now empty shot glasses to the edge of the table for one of the workers to pick up. “I’m just saying you should feel special.”

You let out a sarcastic laugh, “I’m (y/f/n) (y/l/n), I don’t need anyone to make me feel special.”

It was now Auston’s turn to roll his eyes, “And I’m the one with the big ego?”

“Talk to me when you’re the number one artist in the world”

“Don’t need to worry about it, I’m the number one hockey player in the world.”

“Were options limited this past year?” Your sarcastic tone and tilt of the head didn’t phase Auston.

“They actually chose me based on my skill, not me performing with autotune and short skirts.”

“Sorry what was that” you cupped your left ear “I couldn’t hear you over my auto tuned song.”

Your song that has sat at the #1 spot on the charts for the past few weeks played through the speakers. It was perfect timing. You never got used to hearing your own voice or watching other people sing along to your words, but it was also the best feeling.

You smirked as Auston got up from the table without another word knowing that you won that conversation. You hummed along as ‘Thank u, next’ slowly faded into another song.

“Here.” Auston returned to the table sitting down another shot in front of you. “To inflated egos.”

You laughed, but raised your glass with his and threw the liquid back down your throat.

The night carried on much like the beginning, but somewhere along the way you lost count of your shots, but it got to a point where you no longer cared. You were beyond drunk, but this was the first time in a while you were actually able to enjoy yourself.

Your world tour was about to start up and you knew this was the only break you’d be having for a while. You planned to leave Toronto the next day, go back home to spend time with your family for a few days and then tour starts.

“She’s hammered.” Justin watched as you swayed to the music, holding onto Steph.

“At least they’re having fun.” Morgan commented, also watching all the girls giggle and dance together.

“How many shots did you guys end up taking?”

“Twelve, but she thinks it’s higher.” Auston explained, “she’s been cut off since midnight, I payed the bartender to replace all of her drinks and shots with water.”

Both Morgan and Justin shared a look and then put their attention onto Auston.

“What?” Auston asked noticing the way they were looking at him.

“That’s just a nice thing to do for someone you hate.” Morgan shrugged not wanting to make it a big deal.

“I figured her getting alcohol poisoning would put a hold on the whole tour thing. Consider it community service.”

“Well, thank you for your service.” Morgan chuckled standing up, “but I’m getting Tessa and we’re going to go home before she damages something.”

As morgan approached the group of girls to grab his wife you all immediately began booing and begging him to let Tessa stay a little longer. When it became clear your pleas weren’t going to work you all made your way back to the group.

You attempted to place your glass down on the table but it slipped out of your hand and landed with a thud on the ground.

“Okay.” Justin picked up the glass. “That’s it your done for the night.”

“No.” You pouted crossing your arms. “I out drank Auston, so now I’m celebrating.” You refused to take no for an answer leaning across the table to grab another glass.

“Nope.” Auston picked up the glass before you could reach it.

“Auston.” You glared at him from across the table.

“You won, there’s nothing else to prove, time to go home.” Auston leaned back, knowing there would be no argument and that his word would be final.

“Don’t talk to me like im a child.”

“Then stop acting like one.”

“Justin.” You huffed and turned too quickly toward your best friend causing you to stumble, but the mishap didn’t stop you, “Tell Auston to shut up.”

But before he could respond Morgan and Tessa were back, “We have a problem. Papparazi are outside and they aren’t leaving until you two come out. Morgan pointed toward you and Justin.

“She can’t even walk straight right now.” Justin pointed at you leaning against the table for support.

“Okay then what do we do because we have about 30 minutes until this place closes.” Willy reminded all of you looking down at his watch.

“I can call and get one of my guys to pick us up out front.” Justin gestured between himself and Hailey. “But I’m not letting her go out there like this.” He gestured toward you.

“Tell Mike to come around to the back.” Auston learned your drivers name from earlier when he dropped you all off at the bar. You insisted he take you, not trusting anyone else. “I’ve got an idea.”

Once the plan was set into place, Morgan, Tessa, Mitch, Steph, Willy, and a few of the younger guys all left first. Justin and Hailey prepared to leave next, preparing you as well without you knowing.

“Trust me. You guys go out the front and at the same time I’ll take her out the back, they’ll never know.” Auston reassured Justin.

“She’s gonna fight you, once she realizes what’s going on.”

“I can handle her.”

As Justin and Hailey walked toward the front door you frowned realizing that they were actually leaving not going to get another round like you thought.

Auston picked you up and placed you over his shoulder before you could react. You immediately began hitting his back and yelling at him to put you down. He got you to the back where Mike was waiting and placed you in the car getting in after.

“Don’t ever do that again!” You yelled stressing the first two words.

“Don’t worry, I don’t plan on it.” Auston put his hands up in defense.

“First off, I dont need you man handling me to get me out of a bar!” You yelled throwing your arms in the air, “Secondly, why did you wake him up?” Your finger flew toward the front seat.

Mike had been working as your driver since the beginning and more often than not where you went he followed. However, you never liked to make him stay up late just for you.

“You couldn’t stand up straight, let alone walk.” Auston fired back his voice also rising to match yours. “And it was either wake him up or your picture would be on the front page of every magazine tomorrow morning, drunk and stumbling.” Auston didn’t expect you to be overjoyed with how things went down, but he didn’t intend for you to be so ungrateful.

You knew you were wrong, but being stubborn was something you were good at. And you weren’t ready to apologize yet, so you crossed your arms and shifted your body so you were facing the window.

You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or all the bumps in the Toronto streets but you soon began to feel sick.

“Mike, can I please have a bag?” You asked waiting for the plastic bag to be handed back. As soon as it was you were throwing up into it.

You felt hands that could only belong to Auston bundle your hair into a ponytail as he held it out of your face. You wished you only got sick once, but unfortunately it was three more times before you sat back up. You tied up the bag and placed it on the ground and wiped your mouth.

“Thank you.” You mumbled as Auston let go of your hair and sat back in his seat.

“Don’t mention it.” He replied. The car fell back into silence and that’s how it remained for the rest of the drive.

The next morning you left Toronto very early, but not before you dropped off a gift at Scotiabank arena. Auston arrived to afternoon practice expecting it to be a tough one, but what he didn’t expect was the envelope waiting in his locker for him. It was blank except for one sentence ‘thank you and I’m sorry’

He opened up the envelope and smiled at the contents. Inside were six vip tickets to your show in Arizona along with backstage passes.

It was over three months ago when Auston explained that his little cousins loved you and wanted to attend your concert but it sold out before they could buy tickets, of course this admission was also followed by a jab about him not understanding why anyone would want to see you. But you remembered the conversation and figured it was the start to an apology.

He tucked the envelope into his bag and sent you a quick text. ‘Thanks, I’ll see you in Arizona’

[harlowhockeystick]

wait blurb weekend can we get a first time that singer!reader & willy meet with “i just wanted to say you’re really pretty” from the prompt list?? very soft and shy vibes. like i feel like he'd be a little starstruck the first time idekkkkk

blurb weekend, every weekend

contians: willy being starstruck, shy willy

bye this gif gives me butterflies

"dude, just go up to her." morgan pushed his friend in the direction of the world famous superstar, giggling at his hesitation. "i don't see any bodyguards around her, i think you'll be okay."

"yeah just at least go say hi, it'll be much better than staring hole in her back." mitch added before finishing off his drink and setting it down on the table.

william pursed his lips together, twisting his fingers around each other as his mind, along with his heart, was racing a mile a minute. he had his eyes on her the minute he noticed she was there. he was studying her, watching every move she made. he paid close attention as she cocked her head to the side when she laughed, how she drummed her fingers on the table when listening to what her friends had to say.

"come on man, it's not like she's the taylor swift of toronto, like she doesn't have a song coming out with justin in a couple weeks." mitch's comments wasn't helping william, "if you don't talk to her i will."

"okay okay, i'll go, geez." william, in all honesty, didn't care how obvious his crush for y/n was. he had at least three of her songs on every playlist he had, he had one of her vinyl's purchased and set along with the other records. sure, yeah, whatever, he was in love with y/n and he didn't care who knew.

he took a deep sigh to help with confidence, also a shot of tequila, then walked through the crowd of people in the popular bar of toronto towards y/n. he looked around her for any guy that looked like a bodyguard (so that meant anyone bigger than him within ten feet of her) and once again he didn't spot one.

when he was just a few steps from her, she turned around and made eye contact with him. she immediately recognized him and gasped, "william nylander! oh, what's up?" she gave him a smile- the most gorgeous one he's ever seen, and engulfed him in a hug.

she smells great, like coconut and some sort of citrus. the skin on her exposed back was soft too, oh and her hair was softer than the silk sheets he sleeps on. "i was at the game last night, that was a great goal you had."

he nodded his head, his mouth open just a little bit as he tried to gather himself to talk. to even mumble a word, but he was just so dumbfounded. he felt like the little freshman in high school when the senior captain of the cheer squad turns around to talk to him. shy. small. starstruck.

"i just...wanted to say you're really pretty." he is sure that his cheeks are ten shades deeper than before. his hands are extremely clammy, his tongue began to feel dry. why in the world was that the first thing he ever said to her? he's sure that he's embarrassed himself. he knows he embarrassed himself. might as well trip on his way back to the guys he's such a fool.

"oh, thank you! you're too kind," she laid a hand on his shoulder and he felt like he was going to explode. explode into a thousand pieces, die a happy man, melt into the floor, or all three at once. the feeling of being a shy little freshman began to grow now more than ever. "hey can i get a pic with you? not every day i meet one of the hottest stars in town."

"i should be saying the same about you, considering you're the grammy winner." she giggled and grabbed her phone, flattered by william's sweet commentary. she snaps a picture and she stares at it for a few seconds, admiring his features before turning her phone off. "can you send that to me?"

they exchanged numbers and she sent the photo his way. small talk began, once william found the courage and confidence to speak more than ten words to her at once. he found out, that even though she is quite the star, she's easy to talk to. and he fell even more in love.

from that point on the obsession grew. when they said their goodbyes and he went back to his friends, she stayed with hers, he still kept an eye on her from across the bar. he paid little to no attention to what the guys had to say because he was too focused on y/n chatting with the people around her.

y/n: hey! i enjoyed getting to meet you tonight, you seem like a sweet guy

the text lit up his phone once he had the covers pulled around his shoulders and had his lights dimmed. he read it over and over, a smile forming on his lips as he felt like that same giddy little freshman again.

me too, i hope i didn't bore you out too much lol

y/n: oh not at all. i'd like to meet up with you again if you're up for it

i can get you tickets to our next home game, however many you want. we can go out to dinner after

i'd love that :)

alright, i'll send you the tickets in the morning

william laid his phone back on his nightstand. he rolled on his back, staring up at the ceiling as that same boyish smile crawled on his lips. damn, he thought, i'm gonna go out with a grammy winner.

[misshoneyimhome]

Oh, I can feel, I’m in such a 「Dad!Willy x reader」 mood today 🥰

[Wifey material | William Nylander] 🤰🏼💭

Happy Friday 🤍

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I mean, how is this not Dad!Willy with Eliot 🌺

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[couldawouldashoulda50]

The Homecoming - Round 1

Overview - William arrives home after the longest road-trip of the 2023/24 season; you both can hardly wait to reconnect.  

Pairing: William Nylander x f!reader.  (Note- the reader is a globally famous musician/singer/songwriter)

Word Count: 4k+

Warnings: 18+ only; pregnancy; smut (oral m & f receiving, intercourse; slight masturbation references); fluff; swearing. Be kind, this is my very first time writing/posting...I may not know what the hell I'm doing...just hope it all makes sense.

A/N - this is part of a William Nylander x reader series that I am working on currently.  The following story is based on the present, whereas the WIP series spans the timeframe from when William and the reader meet up to the present day.  I’m sorry; I know this might be like reading the ending first, but it’s literally my very first fic post…there was something with this storyline that just flowed so easily.  I’ve been anxious to just get it out in the universe so I can get it out of my head...I need to be able concentrate on my actual day job again.

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You lay in bed, sound asleep; two dogs flank your body, both resting peacefully.

Pablo’s head raises suddenly, followed by Banksy.  Each of the dogs leap off of the plush king bed and bolt out of the bedroom as fast as their legs will take them.  

You awaken with the sound of William’s voice as he comes through the door at the front entrance of your home, greeting both dogs with loads of love and affection.

“How are my boys?  How are you?  Were you good for Mama while I was away?  Eh?  Ooooooh…I missed you guys.  I missed your Mama too” William said, half whispering.

Normally you would get up with the dogs and watch the two wriggle and jump up to greet him at the door, smothering him in dog kisses.  You would patiently wait your turn and essentially do the same as Pablo and Banksy; you kiss him gently, wrap yourself around him, whispering to him how much you missed him, and how happy you are that he's home.  He in turn, would murmur a few things against the sensitive skin behind your ear, mostly naughty things that he’s been wanting to do to you.

But now, being 6 months pregnant, and between the aches in your back and hips and your ever growing tummy, William knew how much harder it’s been for you to get comfortable, especially in bed.  He lovingly told you the night before when you spoke that you were to stay put when he arrives home - and no staying awake waiting for him either, he said.

William walks into the overly spacious bedroom with Pablo and Banksy trotting behind him and drops his bags on the couch by the fireplace.  As he unbuttons his white dress shirt, he looks over at you and smiles.  It always catches you…William has smiled at you a million times over and still, each and every time, your heart expands with absolute adoration for him.  “Hi, my love” you say, longingly.

He walks towards the bed, tilting his head to the side to look at your face in the dim light.

“How are you feeling?  I forgot to ask you - did this thing help you sleep at all?” William nods his head toward the large body pillow that he brought home for you before he left on his trip. 

You break out into a grin.  Lately, your hormones have kicked into high gear, with vivid sex images with William being the only thing on your mind.  So while the pillow gave you the comfort and support you needed, the firm plush piece that was nestled between your thighs only exasperated your unruly libido.  “Hmmm, well…it helped once I actually fell asleep” you said, gliding your hand over the fabric, “but….it’s this thick piece between my legs…all it made me think of is the thick thing between your legs.  I feel like a dog in heat…so that part’s been fucking torture.”  

William laughs as he continues to undress. He throws his shirt and the rest of his clothing on the upholstered bench at the foot of the bed, leaving his shorts on.  You immediately stare at his package and bite your lip, unintentionally releasing a tiny moan.

“I mean it…I’m not  kidding.  It’s all I can think about…and William, I’m telling you….the thoughts I have about you are just fucking filthy”.  

You pressed your thighs together against said pillow to try to get some relief from the pressure that’s heightening around your core.  You really weren’t exaggerating; your hormones are raging and you swear you could fuck him into next week and it still wouldn’t be enough. 

“Seriously, you have to help me…it’s required as part of your husband/pre-DILF duties”.

“Didn’t you…you know…take care of ‘business’ yourself at all while I was gone?” a wry smirk appeared on his lips.  “You could have mentioned what was going on with you when we Facetimed…I could have…y’know - walked you through what I would have done if I was here…” William said coyly.

“Mmmmm…I thought about it - I thought maybe showing you how badly I needed you while you watched me...taking care of business.. that I would get some relief that way” you said, your voice soft with a hint of seduction.

“But I knew the minute I got going, no matter what I used - fingers, toys…whatever - the only thing that would completely satisfy me is a nice hard dick.  And not like my Willy’s cock clone that I have to break out when you’re away - I literally only want your dick inside me.  God damn, it’s so fucking good…” you smile up at him, gripping the pillow a little harder now.  Even just talking about his cock is turning you on.

“So, yeah…”, your eyes trail back down to his shorts, as you nod to his unwrapped gift “there’s that.”  You pause; there’s not many things you feel uncomfortable telling William but you’re not quite certain how he’ll react with your next confession. “There’s something else too.  Your joy juice - that’s the other thing I’m craving…fuck, I can’t stop thinking about it.  On my face, in my mouth….fed to me….”, you blush and giggle a little with your admissions, but you have no filter now as your desire for him was reaching a fever pitch. “This pregnancy has turned me from a respected musician to William Nylander’s personal cum slut”, you said dryly,

William’s mouth drops open a little but a wry smile begins to form on his lips.  “Oh really, eh?  You’re my personal cum slut?” he laughs.  “Well then…what wifey wants, wifey shall get”.

You watch each movement of his muscular body as he crawls up onto the bed, slides under the sheets and duvet, and shifts his body towards you.  He lay on his side, his gorgeous face close enough to yours that you can feel his breath.  

“Seriously….I missed you so much, William.  It felt like you were gone forever.  You looked amazing during the games though…as usual”, you said, bringing your hand up to trace his jawline.  You think to yourself, ‘God - you are so gone for this man’.    

“I missed you too - it was a long fucking trip....all I wanted was you like this, all... day... long,” William smiles and leans in, kissing you gently; his arms circle around you, supporting your body as he pushes the giant pillow out of the way and engulfs you in his embrace.  He slides his hand down onto your baby bump, hoping to feel a kick from your unborn son.  You scan his face as he does the same to yours; you gently graze his lips, wanting to breathe him in more. It’s not long before there’s a flurry of activity from your tummy, as though the baby wants to show off some tricks for his Dad.  

With you in his arms and feeling his baby kick, William’s turquoise eyes are fixed on yours; he smiles widely at the fluttery feeling from the baby’s movements…he finds himself completely mesmerized by you.  

He leans in for a deeper kiss.  Your hand snakes along his jawline into his thick mane of blonde hair, pulling his mouth to yours.  That initial taste of his tongue against yours evokes a long, breathy moan from your mouth.  Your hunger for him now borders on animalistic.  You’re afraid that your need for him is wound so tightly that once he touches your engorged pussy, he might actually send you into orbit.

Every touch on each other’s body elicits extended drawn out moans that are untamed, as your mouths feast on each other’s taste.  

William’s hand slowly slides along the underside of your round stomach, and in no time, his hand dips under the band of your cotton panties.  You’ve told him of your desperation already, but when his middle finger reaches the top of your slit, he moans as slides his thick digit into your wet folds.  He watches you as you close your eyes and grip his shoulders at the mere grazing of your clit.  Your breathing has already become erratic and he has barely even begun working you over.  

“Fuck - please…William…..I need you inside of me…please…” you whisper close to his ear.

“I know - soon, min Ӓlskling…here, come up here, I want to see all of you…I’ve missed touching your body”.  William gently removes his fingers from underneath your panties.  

William kicks back the sheets and props himself up on his one forearm.  You sit up on your knees and William helps you slide your panties off.  His eyes darken as he glimpses at your exposed pussy; the sheen of wetness that he spread with his finger apparent.  

The road trip was long and despite his focus on the ice - which led to a number of stellar performances from him - when he could allow his thoughts to wander, he only thought about you.  Although he knows you desperately need a release, he wants to savour every moment of this homecoming too.  He planned to take his time with you, he just didn’t expect you to be wound so tightly with your pent up yearning for him.

His hands reached out to caress your pregnant belly again; William is completely infatuated with the way you look.  Prior to getting pregnant, your breasts were already one of his favourite features on you but in the past month, they have become even more full and voluptuous.  His hands move up from your stomach and they cup each breast.  You look down at his shorts which are fully tented now and you can hardly wait to wrap your hand, your mouth, your core,  in whatever order, around his thick member.  

William raises himself up and begins to kiss your neck, slowly and sensually.  His mouth feels so agonizingly good; you whisper how in love you are with him as you run your fingers through his hair.  William begins kissing your soft, round breast and with his tongue pointed, he slowly begins to lick your tightened nipple in a circular motion.  The intense sensation of his wet tongue and hot breath connecting with your nipple immediately rocks you; your body is so highly sensitive to his touch, everything he does sends a shockwave down to your core.  You can’t help but to grab the back of his head with your one hand, fisting his hair in order to keep his mouth latched to your nipple.  Seeing your reaction as he continues to lick and suck on one of your tits, he begins to manipulate your other nipple with the fingers of his left hand.  

His other hand begins to travel down from your stomach to your pussy, now drenched in your juices.  His middle finger toys with your clitoris, and he feels your grip tightening in his hair.  He inserts his middle finger deep into your core, and as he gyrates his hand, you cry out to him, grabbing his wrist as your hips begin to writhe around on his hand.  He begins to alternate between finger-fucking you and spreading your wetness around your highly sensitive bud.

William withdraws both his mouth from your nipple and his finger from your folds.  You whimper at their departure but the sound is muffled by his mouth as he kisses you slowly.  You lessen your grip on his hair as your mouths and tongues lightly graze each other.  Exhaling deeply and biting your lip yet again, you lean your forehead against his, trying to stabilize your breathing.  

With your fingers splayed wide, you run both your hands down his chest.  You don’t know how you’ve gotten to be so fortunate to be able to touch this man so intimately.  

“Climb on top of me, Y/N…on top of my face” William said in a voice low and gravelly, as he lay on his back.  “I wanna make you cum so hard for me”   

William knows in once sense that he might be tormenting you a little with not just fucking you into the mattress like he knows you want.  It might seem selfish, but he’s been needing you as much as you’ve needed him lately, and he’s looking to draw this out for a little longer to savour every bit of you. 

William helps you straddle him.  Having your legs opened up, allowing your pussy to connect with William’s muscular torso gives way to the urge to rub and grind your dripping cunt against him.  William’s eyes are transfixed on your movements; he’s completely engrossed watching you rock back and forth, while you cradle the underside of your belly for support.   You look ethereal, angelic even as your long hair sweeps across his forearms.  Your eyes are fluttering shut; waves of desire pulsate through your core.  You lean your head back and your long curls fall between his legs and start grazing his member.  

William’s hands move around your body, his desire for you on full display. 

“Come here…come up here - I need to taste you now, Y/N”.

You lace your fingers with William’s as he helps you move on your knees until your swollen entrance is hovering above his mouth.  The initial contact when his pointed tongue licks the entire length of your wetness has you clutching the headboard.  ‘You’re in trouble now’ you think to yourself.

William expertly swirls his tongue around your aching nub as he steadies your hip movements with his strong grip to the rhythm he has dictated.   He continues to alternate between sucking on your sweet spot and tongue-fucking you, driving you to the edge of insanity with the stimulation.  The vibration of each moan from William adds to the intense pleasure that courses through your body.  You match his moans with shrieks of delight, quivering whimpers, and his name falling from your lips on a continuous loop.  

Suddenly, your head snaps back as your cunt is flushed with heat, and instinctively you clench your inner walls.  You can feel your orgasm building like a tidal wave and you slam both hands against the headboard and grip the fabric for dear life.  

“Will! Will - Willi-um - I’m…fuck!!  Oh my GOD…please!  William!” letting out a sharp cry as your voice strains.

William keeps working his magic between your thighs, his hands still in control of your hip movements. 

You might end up tearing your upholstered headboard at this rate, your knuckles have turned white from your vice-grip like hold.  Your mouth is open but there is no sound, only heavy pants as your hips try to buck wildly against William’s restraint.  

Then your orgasm hits, crashing into you like a tidal wave making you cry out for William.  You grab a hold of the pillow that William’s head is resting on; your breath is shaking as your body slows its writhing, twitching with your final release.

You lift yourself up so you could scooch down a little further back onto his torso; up until now, your pregnant belly obstructed your view of William’s face while he worked you into delirium.   

“Oh my God….William….” you said as you looked down at him.  You smooth his tousled hair from his face and using the side of your thumb, you start to gently swipe your lady juice from around his mouth and his dense five o’clock shadow.

His eyes are locked on yours and as he sits up, he pulls you in for a sloppy kiss.  “See how fucking good you taste?” he said, smirking.

“You are fucking incredible…absolutely amazing, my husband…” you said breathlessly, lips still connected with his. 

You remain straddling William and you reach behind to gently touch his fully erect cock.  You feign surprise as though you had opened up the best present of your life, letting out a gasp followed by a moan.  Your gaze returns to William’s face and in a voice thick with desire, you simply say “Mmmm…my turn…”

You are desperate to quench the insatiable urge to taste his cum.  You slide off William’s lap and he lets himself fall back onto the mattress.  You start by kissing and running your tongue down his flesh towards his cock.  When you reach his treasure trail, you take your time stroking his path with your tongue.  You work your way down until his flawless member is directly in front of you; his above average length and supreme girth makes your mouth salivate and pussy throb simultaneously.   The head of his dick is coated with pearlized liquid and you waste no time by running your tongue along his tip, dipping your tongue into the hollow spot at the top repeatedly which encourages more precum to leak from the smooth head.  

Grunts and groans, followed by your name fall from William’s mouth as you accept the full length of his firm cock toward the back of your throat.  Your senses are going wild; the feel of his dick in your mouth, the faint smell of his body wash and cologne, the salty-sweet taste of his seeping arousal.  You try to shift your body to find a more comfortable angle as you continue to suck and deep-throat his member.  You love giving him head, but the discomfort from leaning over with a baby growing inside of you is creating a lot of pressure around your abdomen and back.

“William - I’m so sorry…I don’t think I can lean over like this…the baby…”

William sits up, a slight look of concern on his face.  “Are you ok?? Do you want to stop?”

“NO!!  God - no…I just need to find a better position” you said, rubbing your belly.  

William leans over the side of the bed reaching for the large pregnancy pillow he bought you.  You watch this dream of a man shift the other pillows that have been strewn around on the bed to make room.  He’s kneeling as he guides you towards the pillow, his leg muscles showing every contour and his magnificent cock juts out, still rigid from what you were doing to him with your mouth moments ago.

“Let me hear how much you missed my cock fucking you,” William growled as he kissed your mouth.

You crawl over to the pillow, your round ass up in the air, on display for William.  You look back at him, flip your hair to the side and smile sweetly as he stares at you, his mouth slightly agape.

You manipulate the pillow so it supports your entire midriff comfortably.  Conveniently, it also allows you to arch your back a little more; it’s a clear invitation to William that you want whatever he’s offering from behind.  His dick starts to twitch - William knows exactly what you want from him in this position.

Your pussy is already wet, but William’s cock is substantial and needs extra lubrication before he enters you.  His fingers deftly caress your clitoris and as you moan his name, and it’s not long before he knows you’re primed and ready for him.  He gives you a kiss on one of your ass cheeks and then gives you a little spank.  He lines the tip of his dick up to your swollen folds, running it through the wetness that has pooled at your centre.  He begins to push his dick into your entrance slowly; his strong grip on your hips helping him slide in.  

You moan loudly as his cock stretches your walls; the initial pain quickly gives way to pleasure as your eyes roll into the back of your head.  William buries his cock deep into your core and when he’s fully inside of you, he holds you in position for a moment.  You clench around his cock and you give into the urge to rotate your hips just to feel his dick move inside of you.  

You glance at William over your shoulder as your pent up desire gives way to full desperation for him to fuck you hard.  William’s gaze meets yours; a crooked smile starts to form on his face.

William begins with slow movements - he is torturing you in the best possible way right now.  He knows the build-up will be more satisfying for you in the long run rather than just pounding your pussy mercilessly straight out of the gate.  

“William…oh my god” you whisper breathlessly.  “Please….you feel so fucking good…please, I need you to fuck me…” you beg.

You try to satiate your need for him to rail you by rotating and bucking your hips as he presses his cock deeper each time he enters you.

You hear a faint chuckle from William followed by a low moan as he increases his speed.  

Your face falls and is now buried in the pillow and your words are muffled as he begins his firm and rhythmic thrusts.  

“Oh my God William….oh my god…fucking….please….fuck me…” you wail.  As he moves in and out of your cunt, he can feel the hard grip of your walls around his shaft    

“Fuuuuck me…you are so fucking tight Y/N…” William grits his teeth as he continues to bury his cock inside of you, thrusts becoming more rapid; the erotic sounds of grunts and moans from both of you collide with the sound of skin slapping against skin.  

You clutch the sheets as he continues to ride you hard.  He grabs the meatier flesh at the top of your ass and continues to pound you, your moans sound more like a siren now…continuous cries reverberate off the walls.  

He gathers your hair into his one hand as his other hand moves up and grips your shoulder, allowing him to penetrate you deeper.  You feel like you’re descending into insanity, your mind is overwhelmed by pure ecstasy and all you can do is succumb to your body’s state of bliss.  

William looks down at you as his fast and powerful thrusts are making your legs start to quiver.  He watches as your toned muscles in your arms and back constrict, covered in a light sheen of sweat as he fulfils all of your desires.  William growls as he reaches the height of his arousal; his hips move erratically and his fingertips indent your flesh ever further.  He looks down and sees your own arousal decorating his cock with opaque streaks as it pools around his base.  He grunts at the sight of your slickness and is so close to relief but he wants to make sure you cum first.

“I’m so close, baby - fuck….fuck….you feel so fucking good” William groans.  

Your cheeks are blazing hot as your orgasm takes hold of your body.  It’s a feeling so intense that your body feels like it’s short-circuiting.  “I’m right there - right there….oh my God William!” you shriek, grappling with the mattress from the sheer force of your release.  Your thighs try to close together and you buck wildly as your pussy clenches William’s cock so hard that you push him right out of you.  William quickly grabs his dick and with a few firm pumps, he unleashes his load onto your ass.

“Holy shit Y/N….” William said after a few seconds, trying to catch his breath.

You lie there, body still trembling as the aftershock of such a forceful orgasm travels through your body.  You remain in the same position with William still behind you.  You shift your head so your forehead is resting on the pillow as your breathing begins to slow.   

“Y/N?” William’s voice is soft and low.

“Mmmm-hmm” is all you can muster.  He senses you smiling into the pillow.

“You still have that craving?  You know…my - what’d you call it….joy juice?

Drawing out the same sound, you respond “Mmmmmmmm-hmmmmmmmm” while giving your ass a little wiggle. 

You hear William chuckle slightly as he runs two fingers through the streams of his cum on your skin.  You manage to find the strength to push yourself back up onto your hands, flipping your matted curls to the side as seductively as possible.  He stares at your mouth as you accept his coated middle and ring fingers, your tongue swirling around his digits, making sure you’ve licked every single drop of his cum from his fingers.  You hold onto his hand, placing open-mouthed kisses on his palm and then place it on your still hot cheek.  He responds by placing gentle kisses along your shoulder-blade and murmurs how much he loves you.

Gingerly, you both begin to move; he comes along to your side and helps guide your body back in between the arms of the pregnancy pillow.  He peppers you with kisses and you lazily run your fingers through his hair, unable to stop smiling.  He manages to squeeze in right next to you and as he pulls you into his chest, you exhale deeply.  This is your favourite spot in the whole world; wrapped in William’s arms, your face against his broad and beautiful chest.

“You feel better now - you got what you wanted?” William quietly asks, chuckling into your hair.

“I think I’m still cumming, if that’s even possible…so fucking good”, you mumble into his chest.

After a few minutes, William kisses the top of your head and starts to get up out of bed.  

“I’ll be back in a second…do you need anything?”

You moan and exaggerate a pout followed by a smile….never wanting to leave the warmth and comfort of his embrace.  You smile and shake your head ‘no’ while sliding towards the edge of the bed, holding your belly and trying to look somewhat graceful.  William offers both of his hands to help stand you up.  You grab William’s white dress shirt from the end of the bed and put it on; his natural smell mixed with his cologne almost makes you weak in the knees.

William pulls you back into him, his hands roaming under his dress shirt as he presses his lips against yours.  “You have to let me take a picture of you in this…you have no idea how fucking gorgeous you look right now”.

You smile against his lips.  “You can do whatever you want with me when you come back to bed”.  Your hands slowly descend to his ass; you gently rub yourself against his member, now cloaked under his shorts.

William groans against your lips and apprehensively breaks from your embrace.  He summons for the dogs to come.

“I’m taking the dogs out so we can sleep in a bit tomorrow.  Get ready for Round 2” he purrs.

You watch him walk away with the dogs in tow; the view of his muscular stature and his tight round ass as he exits your bedroom has you clenching your thighs, needing him all over again.

[ilyasorokinn]

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

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

Thanks so much and congratulations again!!

THE HOODIE DEBACLE

thank you bestie! you're so sweet!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"what? what is it?"

"you stole it!"

"stole what?" you asked.

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

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

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

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

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

"the bible," you stated.

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

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

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

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

"and when will that be?"

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

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

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

"love you, crazy."

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

taylor's 2.5k celly!