#William nylander one shot

[twirlyleafs]

“Scaredy-cat”

William Nylander x reader

TW: alcohol, slight angst

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“You wanna dance?”

You tore your eyes away from the happy couple to look at your boyfriend, your eyebrows raised. He simply just stared back, a small smile on his face, awaiting your answer.

“I don’t dance, William.” You clarified, reaching to take a sip from your champagne flute.

“Aw come on, it’s a wedding.” He exclaimed, turning eagerly towards you. His knee bumped into yours and his hand automatically patted your leg, as to say sorry. You couldn’t help but smile at the gesture, which he most definitely wasn’t even aware of.

“I don’t know why that would matter.”

“Because people dance at weddings. Especially people who are in love.” He dragged out the word at the end, almost giggling. When you locked eyes with him you could see how they were slightly glossy, his cheeks a rosy shade. He was obviously more tipsy than you had realized. It was adorable.

“And we’re in love?” You teased, earning an exaggerated frown in response.

“Of course we are.”

You laughed and leaned over to press a kiss to his lips, the frown on his face dissolving. Parting your lips you hoped he would forget about his inquiry, but when he pulled away you knew he wouldn’t let it go that easy.

“Come on Will, dancing is really not my thing.” You sighed, taking another sip from your glass.

“But I’m your thing,” he whined, pushing his bottom lip out. “And I want to dance with you. Please?”

You scanned his face for a few seconds, mind trying to come up with literally any excuse. Sighing, you realized you wouldn’t be able to say no to his big, blue eyes. So you just nodded. William grinned widely and practically jumped up on his feet. As he brushed off his trousers you downed the rest of your drink and put the glass down. Grabbing his outreached hand you let him pull you over to the dance floor that was quickly filling up. Without a word he placed your hand on his shoulder, grabbing the other with his own. He pressed a kiss to it as he wrapped his free arm around your waist. You couldn’t help but smile.

“See? It’s not that bad.” Will argued, swaying the two of you to the beat. You just hummed, glancing down at your heels. “It’s okay if you step on me.” He added.

“Shut up.” You chuckled, looking back up at him. He smiled widely, pulling you somehow even closer to him. You head rested comfortably against his shoulder and after a while you weren’t even thinking about moving, you just followed his lead. Will leaned his cheek against your head and you felt his breath on your hair.

“This is actually nice.” You admitted, breaking the comfortable silence between you.

“I told you.”

“Yeah but this is barely dancing. We’re just swaying.” You pointed out, trying to defend your earlier position on the matter. Will laughed and agreed with a kiss to the top of your head.

“When we get married we’re gonna have to learn how to properly waltz though.”

He must have felt how your whole body tensed up, and even if he didn’t he definitely noticed how you almost tripped, gripping his shoulder tighter not to fall. You mentally slapped yourself for reacting so harshly when he pulled away slightly to look down at you.

“Are you freaking out because I mentioned marriage or are you just a really bad dancer?” He asked, trying to ease the sudden tension with something resembling a joke. When you avoided his gaze, still occupied with processing his earlier statement, his shoulders slumped. “Oh, right.” He stopped the swaying, slowly letting his hands fall from your body. William took a small step back, reaching up to scratch the stubble on his cheek before pulling his hair back. Your mind was racing. It was an overreaction, you knew it was, but you couldn’t stop yourself. The thought of marriage had never been on the table for you, not since you were a kid, and even though you loved Will very much it had never even occurred to you that you’d one day be husband and wife. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to marry him, it’s just that the way he said it so casually threw you for a loop. You weren’t ready for it.

“I’m gonna go get a drink. You want anything?”

You blinked and looked up at the man in front of you. Now it was his time to advert his gaze. He had pushed his hands into his pockets, rolling back on his heels.

“Willy-“ you began, moving closer again. You placed a hand against his abdomen, unconsciously toying with the end of his tie. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t stop you. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh, don’t worry.” You could tell that his smile was forced and it made your heart physically hurt. “I should’ve known better than to just throw that out there, I know you scare easily.” He pressed a calm, reassuring kiss to your forehead, but you could feel his heartbeat through his shirt. Will once again stated that he wanted a drink, this time adding that he’d bring you back a glass of wine, before walking away. You stared after him, cursing yourself for hurting him.

~

“It’s fucking freezing out here.”

You turned your head to see William walking towards you, two glasses of wine in hand. One of them was almost empty, he placed the other one on the balustrade in front of you. After he left you on the dance floor you escaped through the balcony door, hiding out in the dark since. William didn’t sound mad, or particularly sad either for that matter, and you almost wondered if he had forgotten about the whole thing. He didn’t meet your gaze, but discarded his suit jacket and handed it to you without a word.

“You don’t-“

“Take it,” he interrupted you, not rudely but with a soft and determined voice. “I’m guessing you’re out here thinking and I’m not letting you freeze to death before we’ve had a chance to talk about it.”

He had not forgotten. With a sigh you accepted the jacket, slipping it on while quietly thanking him. You could feel him watch you for a bit before turning and leaning down over the railing, looking out over the dark garden. You did the same, sipping carefully on your wine.

“What’s on your mind?” He asked after a while. You closed your eyes.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?” When you didn’t answer him William sighed. He shuffled closer, until your arms were touching, and bumped into you softly. “It’s fine babe. I shouldn’t have said what I said, I know better than to surprise you like that.”

You knew he was trying to make you feel better, to shift some of the blame from your shoulders to his, but his words only made you spiral.

“You said that earlier too.” You put you glass down and turned enough to look at him. Will raised an eyebrow. “Why do you say that? Do you always feel like you have to think about what you say to me?”

Your boyfriend watched you for a second, contemplating how to handle the question. With a slight shrug he turned to lean his back against the railing, eyes still on you.

“I don’t know. Maybe a bit.”

“Why?”

“Because you react the way you do. The first time I called you my girlfriend you didn’t talk to me for a week.”

“You were on a roadtrip.” You tried to defend yourself but the look William gave you had you press your lips shut again.

“You didn’t answer my calls. When I told you I love you for the first time you freaked out too, asking me to take it back for days before you finally accepted it.” He reached to grab his wineglass, taking a sip. You stared at him for a few seconds before you had to look away, trying to comprehend what he was saying. You knew you had the occasional trouble with, say feelings, but you hadn’t realized that it was so obvious until now. Your boyfriend was standing right next to you, calling you out for being emotional unavailable, and you felt the familiar feeling of utter disgust for yourself settle in your chest.

“I’m sorry.” You said again. Will turned his head to look at you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to meet his eyes.

“For what?” He asked again and you had trouble deciphering his voice. He could be mad, or sad, or completely unbothered.

“For being difficult.”

Things were quiet for a second before Will moved. At first you thought he was walking away but then he placed his glass down before pushing away from the railing. A moment later he was standing right in front of you, hands smoothing down your arms before they landed on your hips.

“Look at me.” You shook your head, but William squeezed your hips to let you know he wouldn’t budge. “Look at me.” When you finally did he was staring down at you, the softest expression on his face. You felt your cheeks heat up.

“I don’t mean to be so-“ you started, but William hushed you with a gentle shake of his head.

“Listen to me.” When he could tell you weren’t going to disrupt him he began, voice mellow and sweet. “You’re not difficult. Peculiar? Yes. Confusing? Sometimes. Jumpy? Sure. But not difficult. Sure, sometimes I wish that you felt secure enough to not have to second guess me, or us, or anything else. But you do, and I know you do, and I know you can’t help it. It’s not difficult, it’s the way you are and I love you, apprehensiveness and all.”

“But I don’t want you to have to catch yourself before you speak around me.” You sighed.

“I don’t. Or, well I kind of do. Sometimes. Rarely.” When you didn’t seem convinced he reached up to gently cup your face, thumbs stroking over your cheeks. “Look. Sometimes I refrain from saying certain stuff because I know it’ll make you anxious. Sometimes you do the same to me, like after a bad game, right? It doesn’t bother me. Think of it like proof of how well we know each other, how much we care.” Your eyes flickered between his for a moment and you knew he was being genuine. When you offered a small nod, showing him you accepted the explanation, he smiled. William wrapped his arms around you, pulling you tight against his body, and you tucked your head in underneath his chin.

“You’re so good.” You mumbled, hands gripping his shirt. “Too good.” You really meant it. You’d never thought you’d find someone like him, someone so soft and kind and gentle and funny and understanding. He was the whole package, everything you needed.

William hummed, pressing a few kisses against the top of your head. “You’re pretty good too, you know.”

[sc0tters]

Summers With You | William Nylander

summary: when people think that you and William aren't spending summer together, you are quick to prove them wrong.

request: a social media post about a summer in sweden with Willy - anon

authors note: this is the first time that I have gotten a chance to write something really for willy before and we have a few soft launch requests throughout this event so I wanted to do something a little different for this one! a reminder that if you want to look at more of the one shot wonder event, you can see the rest of the event here!

willynylander has posted!

liked by alexnylander, rasmussandin and others

willynylander: recharging

marner_93: the day that you give us more than a one word caption, I'm dead

↳ willynylander: don't go giving me ideas now

user974: have they really really broken up?

↳ user954: they were really cute too

↳ user781: hey we now get a hot willy summer!!

ella.nylander: you are never coming with me to another concert again

↳ willynylander: we both know there is someone else I want to be going with

liked by youruser

user920: willy is not with his wifey?

↳ user785: because he probably got bored of her ass?

↳ user668: don't look too hard now, your jealousy is showing

youruser has posted!

liked by ella.nylander, paigelorenze and others

youruser: stockholm

austonmatthews: your captions are literally like your boyfriends

↳ youruser: he has taken me over to the dark side 😔

↳ willynylander: it isn't my fault I influenced you 😙

↳ youruser: anyone want a boyfriend? I have one for sale!

↳ willynylander: you wound me

↳ marner_93: i'll buy you willy

↳ stephhmarner: anyone want a husband? I have one for sale!

liked by youruser

tatemcrae: gorgeous girl 💗

liked by willynylander

↳ youruser: love you 😘

user202: she has to be with willy, that is his sister!

↳ user585: she deserves better than him

↳ user452: no i am pretty sure he looks at her like she is his world

liked by youruser

user899: where is the couple content we all want and need girl 😫

youruser has posted!

liked by morrgs, tessavirtue17 and others

youruser: my world 🌎

morganrielly: you have just gone and killed half of willys fanbase

↳ youruser: a sacrifice worth making to show my man off

↳ user858: she is so down bad and I don't even blame her

willynylander: I love you

↳ youruser: I like you too 😆

↳ willynylander: anyone want a girlfriend? I have one for sale!

↳ youruser: we both know you would want me back way too fast

ella.nylander: you and your boyfriend make me sick

↳ youruser: me and my boyfriend are cute *

↳ austonmatthews: you now see what we put up with very day in the season

↳ youruser: okay then why are you always at ours 🤨

↳ user472: wait they live together??

willynylander has posted!

liked by jesperbratt, austonmatthews and others

willynylander: somewhere with you <3

youruser: I loved spending this summer with you 💗

↳ alexnylander: so can we send her back to Toronto?

↳ youruser: and you want to still live in our spare room 🤧

↳ willynylander: äiskling I loved spending the summer with you too

↳ user697: lmao I love how willy ignored Alex 😭

austonmatthews: okay now can you bring back my best friend?

↳ youruser: you talking to me or him??

↳ austonmatthews: did you buy me those bubs?

↳ willynylander: first thing she did when she landed

↳ austonmatthews: then Will return my best friend back to me

↳ youruser: that should hurt a lot more than it does

↳ user926: I actually love their friendship

user592: and to think we almost lost this couple-

[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.

[girljeremystrong]

"it goes back to the point that when it's all said and done Marner, Matthews and Nylander will be #1, #2 and #3 in every single offensive category in the history of the Toronto Maple Leafs."

TOR@NYI | 11.01.23

[lightsoutmatthews]

I am so happy I found your blog! Your writing is so addictive. Can you do a story with Willy where him and reader get into their first big fight and she ends up crying in front of him for the first time? Willy feels so bad and becomes a big softy :)

Oh god, the length of this got so out of hand. I binge watched almost the entire third season of "Welcome to Wrexham" while writing that´s how long it took to bring all my thoughts to life. The creative juices have been flowing last night.

And thank you SO much for the compliments, I´m so so happy people enjoy my writing 🙏🏼

I just want to feel like you care – William Nylander

You weren’t even sure how it started. The tension had been building for a while, you just never realized until it actually exploded.

William had been away on a road trip, you had been stuck working late almost every night, a somewhere along the line your texts to each other had started to shrink from full conversations to a few tired words here and there.

The day he returned he came through the door a little after 9 pm, dropped his bad by the wall next to the door and mumbled a “hey” as he walked straight to the kitchen, grabbing himself a glass of water. No hug. No kiss. Not even a smile like he was happy to see you.

You watched him from the couch, your heart dropping at the lack of acknowledgement. You hadn’t expected fireworks or anything, but something more than a “hey”. A sign that he had missed you as much as you had missed him.

After considering your options for a second you stood and followed him into the kitchen, arms crossed.

“Hey,” you said, voice hesitant. “How was the trip?”

“Long,” he replied. “Glad it´s over.”

You nodded slowly “I missed you.”

He gave you a tried half-smile in return, leaning against the counter. “Yeah. Same.”

And that was that.

You wanted, hoping he would say something else. Ask about your week. Notice how drained you looked but instead, he pushed away from the counter and walked back to the living room, grabbing the remote as he sat on the couch.

That was when something in you snapped.

“That’s it?” you asked, following him again. “You´ve been gone for over a week and all I get is a “hey” and a “yeah, same”?”

William blinked, clearly caught off guard by your sudden outburst. “I´m tired, babe. Can we not do this right now?”

“Do what exactly?” you shot, sharper than intended. “Have a normal conversation? Be excited to see each other?”

“I am happy to see you, but I just got home, like, ten minutes ago. Can I sit down for five seconds?” he argued, voice tired, like he didn’t want to deal with this right now.

“No. You had a week full of minutes, William. I´ve barely heard from you. You couldn’t even send a full sentence in a text.”

Now he glared at you. “Why are you coming at me like this?”

“I´m not coming at you,” you underlined the words with air quotes. “I´m trying to connect with you because I missed you and you act like I´m a burden for just talking.”  

He rubbed his eyes, a heavy sigh leaving his mouth. “Don’t twist it. You know what I mean.”

“No, I really don’t because from where I´m standing, you walked in here, barely looked at me, and now I´m somehow the bad guy for wanting more than a grunt and a “same” from my boyfriend after he didn’t see me for a week,” you elaborated, trying to not get your voice to rise, but you were failing miserably.

“I didn’t say you were the bad guy. I said I´m tired. Can that be enough for once?” he grunted.

You stared at him, heart pounding, blood rushing in your ears. You tried to stay calm, have a leveled discussion about this, but his lack of interest in talking about this and lack of understanding your point was getting to you. “Do you even want to be here?”

His head snapped up and back towards you. “What kind of question is that?”

“A serious one,” you shot back. “Because I feel like I´m the only one trying half the time. I call, you´re busy, not even telling me what exactly you´re busy with. I text and you give one-word answers hours later. Now, you come home and act like I´m part of the furniture.”

He stood up, shaking his head but facing you head on. “I said I was tired. I´m doing my best.”

“Your best? This is your best?” you scoffed.

“I´ve been on the road, sleeping four hours a night back-to-backs, and now I come home, and you jump down my throat.”

“Excuse me?” you gasped.

“It´s always the same stuff.” he said, gesturing vaguely. “You always push, always pick at stuff until it blows up. I can´t even walk in the door without being interrogated.”

You blinked, stunned trying to process what he was saying. “Interrogated?” you paused for a second before speaking again. “I asked how your trip was.”

“It´s the way you ask,” his voice slightly raised. “Like you are just waiting for me to mess up.”

Your eyes widened. “I´m not waiting for you to mess up, William. I´m waiting for you to show me that you give a shit about this relationship.” You swallowed hard, trying to suppress the emotions that were making their way up your body. Trying to blink the tears that were picking at the corner of your eyes away.

“Of course I give a shit,” he snapped. “Why would I be here if I didn’t?”

“I don’t know, honestly,” you argued back, crossing your arms like you could use them as armor against his words. “Because lately it feels like I´m holding this together with duct tape and hope.”

He let out a short, bitter laugh. “Oh, come on. Don’t be dramatic.”

And that was the moment. You blinked once, then again a second later.

You felt your throat tighten, heat behind your eyes. You turned away so he would see, but the tears pushed forward too fast.

Taking a deep breath, you tried to compose yourself, trying to push it down, but your voice cracked when you spoke. “Don’t call me that.”

Before he could answer you were already walking again, past him, down the hall to the bedroom.

“Wait, babe, please,” he rushed out, following behind.

“Don’t” you said without looking at him. “Don’t follow me right now.”

But he did. He reached the bedroom doorway just as you stood by the dresser, breathing hard, you back to him.

He froze. “Wait… are you crying?”

You kept your back to him, whipping at your face. “Yeah, I guess congratulations are in order. You´ve never seen that before.”  

The sound of your voice, quiet and shaky, seemed to break something in him. He stepped forward, but you moved away. “Hey, please look at me.”

“Don’t,” you mumbled. “Don’t act surprise and don’t come over here and act like you didn’t just dismiss everything I said.”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” you didn’t miss how his voice was much softer now. “I wasn’t thinking. I swear to God, I was just pissed, and I-?”

You turned around, eyes red, still whipping at them to not make him see the worst of it. “I´ve never cried in front of you before, because you never gave me a reason to. Do you know that? I´ve been upset, year, frustrated too, but this? This is new. And it is because of you. You made me feel small,” you said, still not turning around. “You made me feel like I was annoying for giving a damn about us.”

Now you turned to face him. Your eyes were red, your voice think. Williams face fell. “I didn’t realize how much I was hurting you,” he argued but you just shook your head.

“That’s the problem, William. You didn’t realize, because you haven’t been paying attention. I hate crying in front of people.” You mumbled. “I hate it and I especially hate that it is because of you.”

His shoulders dropped like he had taken a punch to the gut. “I know. I know, and I am sorry. I – shit – I wasn’t thinking. You didn’t deserve that, not even a little bit.”

You shook your head. “You don’t get it. I don’t want some grand apology. I wanted you to walk through the door and see me. To act like I´m your person and not an obligation to deal with after a long road trip.”

He stepped forward again, slower this time. “I see you now,” he uttered quietly. “And I hate that I didn’t earlier. I hate that I made you feel like this. I´ve been in my own head, stressed, tired, distracted with the season, but none of that excuses making you feel like you don’t matter to me, because you do. You matter so much to me.”  

You said nothing, arms hanging limp at your sides now. Sleeves of his hoodie you were wearing wet from you whipping your tears away. “Then why does it always feel like I have to fight to matter?”

His brows furrowed. “You don’t. You shouldn’t have to, I´ve just been selfish. I get home and I shut down, and you end up carrying the weight for both of us.”

You nodded slowly. “I´m not sustainable, William. I can´t always be the one who tries.”

He looked down at the floor, then back to you. “You said it feels like you´re holding this together by yourself and I believe you. And I am sorry for making you feel alone in something that’s supposed to be both of us.”

You exhaled, finally letting your shoulders relax a little.

“I´m not asking for everything to be prefect,” you mumbled. “I just want to feel like you´re with me. Like I´m not reaching out into nothing every time I try.”

He closed the gap completely now and gently took your hand. “You´re not reaching into nothing. I´ve been here, but I know I haven’t been here. And that’s on me.”

Not knowing what to say you looked down at your joined hands. His thumb rubbed slow circles against you, calming you in a way it probably shouldn’t after what just happened.

“I hate that I made you cry,” he said, now his voice cracking just the tiniest bit. “That´s going to stick with me. I don’t want to be that guy. The one that takes you for granted. You deserve someone who shows up. Someone who listens and I want to be that person. I just… I need to do better, and I will.”

You still didn’t know what to say, but your silence was softer now. He gently pulled you into a hug, and this time you let him. You melted into his chest, and he held you like he didn’t want to let go, like he needed the contract just as much as you did.

“I´m sorry and I love you,” he whispered. “Even when I don’t act like the way I should. I love you, and I´m going to do better.” He took a short pause, taking in a deep breath, you head lifting on his chest as he did so. “You´re not dramatic, you´re just asking for the love you deserve.”

You sniffed, his words hitting you harder than you expected, because that was exactly what you wanted. “I didn’t want this to turn into a whole thing. I just wanted you to look at me like you missed me as much as I missed you.”

He kissed your temple. “I did miss you, so much, sleeping alone in hotel rooms instead of next to you is painful. I´m sorry I didn’t show it. I turned it into a fight because I couldn’t handle how right you were.”

You stood like that for a while, holding each other in the quiet of the living room. No yelling. No bitterness left. Just two people trying to meet in the middle again because at this point you believed that you could.

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The next morning you woke up to the smell of toast. You sat up groggily, rubbing your eyes. William wasn’t in bed, but you heard quiet clattering from the kitchen.

A few minutes later, he walked in with a tray. Scrambled eggs, toast, strawberries, and a sticky note that read: I see you, and I love you and I´m sorry. In his scrambly handwriting.

You looked up at him, surprised.

“I know it´s not much,” he opened, placing the tray on the bed next to you carefully. “But I wanted to start today differently.”

You stared at the note, not really knowing what to say. A lump rose in your throat again, but this time it wasn’t painful.

He slid back into bed beside you, careful to not make the tray tip, tucking the blanket around your legs.

“I know I can´t erase last night,” he said softly. “But I want to start showing you that I´m here. That I want to be here and that I won´t let the stress of the season get in here. I want to be better, for real this time.”

You nodded, reaching for his hand. “Like I said last night, I don’t expect you to be perfect. I just want to feel like you care.”

“I do,” he immediately answered. “More than anything.”

You leaned your head on his shoulder, letting out a breath. He placed a kiss to the top of your head.

This didn’t fix everything, but it was a start and you hoped the two of you could build on it.

[laurenairay]

so tell me to leave - W. Nylander

Summary: once is an accident, twice is coincidence, and three times is a pattern. You really needed to stop falling into bed with your ex-boyfriend William.

Happy (early) birthday @cellythefloshie – here is my entry for your birthday bingo celebrations! I managed to hit bingo too, with: one night stand, pining, quickie, ex’s to lovers, autumn birthday. I had a lot of fun writing this one, so I hope you enjoy it!

Words: 1.7k

Warnings: implied smut (off screen), poor communication, William being a flirt, William being an idiot.

Title from July, by Noah Cyrus

~

“This was a mistake.”

“Good morning to you too, käraste.”

You huffed, moving his arm away from your waist so you could get out of his bed. It took all of your strength not to roll your eyes as you saw blatantly check out your bare body.

“I’m serious, William. This can’t happen again,” you said firmly, shimmying back into your dress from last night, eyes desperately searching for your panties.

Three times would be a pattern, after all.

“Ouch, full name before coffee,” he groaned, “Just come back to bed, it’s so early.”

“Not going to happen,” you shot back, giving up on the lost panties in lieu of getting out of his apartment as quickly as possible.

You had other underwear at home – the sacrifice of one black lacy pair wasn’t the end of the world. Even if they were his your favourite. The longer you stayed here, the likelier you were to crack. You knew it. William knew it. It was a downside of having dated him for three years – he knew you far too well. Three months as exes was hardly going to change that all that quickly.

“I missed you this summer,” he murmured, propping his head up with a hand, bicep unfairly bulging.

“You looked like you were having plenty of fun in the UK, I doubt you missed me,” you snorted, picking your phone up from the floor.

The moment those words left your lips, you knew it was a mistake with how his face lit up in delight.

“And there I thought you’d deleted me from your social media,” he grinned.

Ass.

“I have,” you said dryly, “But I still follow your brother.”

His grin dimmed slightly, but he just shook his head.” You always did like Alex more than me.”

You just rolled your eyes. It wasn’t difficult to like his brother more than him right now – Alex wasn’t the one who’d left you in pieces.

“I have things to do, people to see. Or is it things to see, people to do? I always get that mixed up,” you said simply, eyes wide and innocent.

William just snorted. “You’re breaking my heart over here.”

“You broke mine first.”

He inhaled sharply, his composure visibly cracking, before a smooth grin slid over his lips. “I’ll see you soon, käraste.”

You hated how the words made your heart flutter.

~

From: DO NOT ANSWER I believe these are yours? [image]

Your jaw dropped at the message your received three days after the night you’d sworn to forget. The lost black lace panties. He’d had them all this time?

To: DO NOT ANSWER You thief. Why did you keep those?

Your eyes darted over to your coworkers, exiting out of the message thread with William while you waited for a response. The last thing you wanted was for them to see your waylaid underwear on your screen.

From: DO NOT ANSWER I didn’t keep them on purpose. Don’t you remember I shoved them in the back pocket of my jeans when I dropped to my knees by the front door? I definitely remember.

Your cheeks flushed with heat. Of course you remembered his hungry gaze looking up at you and the way he muscled his shoulders in between your thighs. How could you possibly forget that?

To: DO NOT ANSWER You are the worst. I want those back.

His quick response left you breathless.

From: DO NOT ANSWER You want them? Come and get them.

~

“You know, when I said come and get them, I didn’t necessarily mean straight after you finished work. That’s got to be a record for how fast I’ve gotten you from my front door to screaming my name,” William mused.

He just had to ruin the moment.

You lifted your head from the pillow, glaring down at him and squirming as he dug his chin into your belly button, your bare thighs framing his face like the artwork it was.

“And have you keep them like a weird trophy? No thank you,” you shot back, ignoring the jibe about the lightning-fast speed of your rendezvous.

He just cackled, smacking a kiss to your bare hip before rolling out of your hold. You shivered at the lack of body warmth, trying to keep your cool as he crawled up beside you to thump himself down on the pillow next to yours.

“I know you miss me, käraste.”

Something about the way he looked into your eyes, skin all flushed from your recent activities and a small smile on his lips – well, it left you feeling vulnerable.

“William,” was all you could murmur.

“I miss you,” he said firmly, “I miss you so much and I’m pretty sure my whole family is sick of me talking about you.”

He talked about you to his family still?

He missed you?

“You’re the one who broke up with me, remember?” you said shakily, pulling the sheets up to cover your chest.

“And I regret it every day. I was an idiot,” he said softly.

“You can’t just say these things! It isn’t fair!” you groaned, sitting upright.

William sat up next to you, running a hand through his tousled hair. “I know okay, I know. But I’m holding onto hope that you still miss me too! This is the third time we’ve fallen into bed together since we broke up. The first, when you came to pick up your belongings before I left for summer – once is an accident. But the second time three days ago? Twice is coincidence. Three times now…well, it’s a pattern. Three times when I didn’t deserve it, you still graced my bed with your presence. So I’m sorry if I’m not making things fair right now, but this is hard on me too.”

He was pining. William Nylander was pining.

Tears stung at your eyes and you turned your head away from him, but he placed a hand on your thigh over the bedsheet, staying silent. As much as your hated to a admit it, he had a point. Three times was a pattern. But was it a pattern you needed to break, after the way he treated you?

“You tossed me aside like old trash, William. You broke up with me out of nowhere, when all I’ve ever done is love you, and support you, and care for you. All because I dared to smile when Steph and Mitch joked that I’d be the one walking down the aisle next. A joke. A simple joke, because we’d been together for three years and they could see how much I loved you. But that wasn’t enough for you, or it scared you, or whatever the hell it did to make you break my heart and run away,” you said angrily, tears making your voice watery.

William’s hand tightened on your thigh briefly before it slid away, and you finally looked back at him to see tears in his own eyes.

“You’re right. I panicked. I messed up the best relationship I’ve ever had because before you I’d never thought about marriage, not seriously. And then they brought it up and it was all I could think about and I spiralled and I panicked. I’m sorry, käraste. I’ll never be able to make up for how sorry I am.”

Your lips parted in surprise at the raw emotion in his words, speechless for once. His tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip, and he took a shaky breath before smiling sadly.

“I’m sorry that I hurt you, and I’m sorry for breaking your heart, and I’m sorry that my insecurities and panic took control. I know that I don’t deserve your forgiveness, let alone even having you here right now, but I don’t know what I can do to convince you that I mean it. I love you. I love you and I miss you,” he murmured.

He loved you.

He loved you and he missed you.

Fresh tears spilled down your cheeks at the honesty in his words, every ounce of him genuine and soul-destroying. A whimper tore from your throat at the very thought of him still loving you, and it was all you could do to clutch at his shoulders as he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours in the gentlest of kisses, barely able to catch your breath as he rested his forehead against yours.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know you are,” you managed to choke out.

William smiled sadly, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before leaning backwards to look into your eyes properly.

“Is there any chance that you can forgive me, and give me a second chance? Even the slightest sliver of hope?” he asked, chewing his bottom lip.

“I don’t know if I could cope with that kind of heartbreak again,” you said hesitantly.

He let out a shaky breath but nodded. “I understand.”

If ever there was a time to trust your gut, now was it.

“It would take a lot for me to trust you again.”

His lips parted, a stunned expression seeping across his face.

“And we shouldn’t sleep together until I feel like you won’t break my heart again.”

“You mean…”

He trailed off, eyes wide as he ran his hand over his hair.

You winced. “If that’s a deal breaker then-”

“No no no you’ve given me hope, don’t stop now,” William grinned, making you huff out a laugh, “It’s your birthday next week right? Do you have any plans yet?”

“I don’t have any plans yet, no. Why?” you said, raising an eyebrow.

Where was he going with this?

“Let me take you out for dinner. There’s this great Thai place that’s just opened up. They use seasonal produce and I’ve heard their fall menu is incredible. There’s no-one I’d rather go with, other than you. So let me take you out for your birthday, please?”

“You want to take me out for my birthday?” you asked, surprised.

“I want to take you out on a date. It just so happens that I can spoil you for your birthday at the same time. I want to treat you just like you deserve, käraste, just as I should’ve always treated you. And you deserve the world.”

How could you say no to that?

“You only get one second chance,” you warned him, unable to stop the smile that spread over your lips.

“That’s all I need. I’m going to make this up to you, I promise,” he grinned.

[misshoneyimhome]

Okay… I have to ask for the Willy the girls out there!

Would you ever make a one shot of Willy x Inexperienced!reader testing out all his different styles of facial hair in the bedroom??

I know you did a one shot of him going down on her with just his moustache, I thought it would be a cool idea to try all the different styles of facial hair.

She must have a preference of the style of facial hair for Will ( just in general and in the bedroom 🫣 ) and he has his as well. But maybe one of them prompts the idea of trying out his different styles of facial hair while he goes down on her. He would want to see which one gets the most reaction of her, which one she loves the most, of course he would be cheeky with it as well. And I mean, I don’t think she would ever pass up the opportunity of him going down on her 😉

Ex. The full beard, just the stache, the grown out stache and some stubble on his face, or just some stubble.

I think it would be fun to see what style she prefers the most, and how Willy just makes her melt in his touch and how much fun he + her would have testing this out!

Oh love, this is perfect! 😍 We all know how Willy’s always switching up his facial hair—so of course, they had to test which style really does the trick 👅 Hope it’s along the lines of what you were picturing! 😉

Also a quick shoutout to @islandofthelostsoul for the inspo for the third night (sorry it took so long… ♥️)

Tropes & warnings: Inexperienced!reader x Willy, established relationship, 18+ smut: well, goes without saying, but a lot of oral sex (f receiving)

word count: 4.4K

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Have you ever tried this one? | Inexperienced!Reader x William Nylander ✐☆

You didn’t even remember when you both made it to the couch—just that one second, William had come home from the game, hair damp from his shower and skin flushed from the post-win adrenaline, and then next, he was pulling you into his lap like he needed you more than oxygen.

Now, hours later, the TV hummed low in the background, the empty takeout containers had been shoved to the coffee table’s edge, and your legs were draped across his lap while his thumb traced absent patterns over your calf. You were curled into his side, head tucked under his chin. He was warm, solid, and felt like home.

“You’re comfy,” you murmured, brushing your lips along his throat, your words still slurred from the wine you’d shared and the haze of satisfaction that came from watching him score twice in a playoff win.

He chuckled, voice low and lazy. “I’m sweaty.”

You nuzzled in anyway. “Still comfy.”

William’s hand slid over your hip, then stilled. He tilted his head back against the cushions, one arm tucked behind you, and lazily scratched at the scruff along his jaw with his free hand. You could hear the rasp of it—short, stiff hairs dragging against his palm.

Then, out of nowhere:

“You ever wonder which version of me is the best at making you come?”

Your eyes blinked open slowly, warmth prickling in your chest… and lower. “Excuse me?”

He grinned without looking at you, still scratching his jaw. “Like—be honest. Do you have a favourite?”

You laughed, full and surprised, lifting your head to meet his gaze. “Are you seriously asking if I’ve ranked your facial hair based on sex performance?”

William shrugged, playing it cool, but you could see the heat creeping up his neck. “It’s valid data. Beard, stubble, moustache—each one has a vibe.”

You narrowed your eyes, considering. “…This is a trap, isn’t it?”

He turned to look at you fully, grin wicked. “Depends on your answer.”

You snorted. “Okay, well, I mean—objectively? You with the full beard? Kind of a menace. That first week after the off-season? You barely let me leave the bed.”

William’s smirk deepened. “Strong start. Keep going.”

You bit your lip, trying not to smile. “Just the moustache is pure chaos. The way you look at me with it? I can’t take you seriously. But… it does feel kind of amazing when you go down on me.”

He raised a brow, intrigued. “Yeah?”

“I’m not saying it’s the winner,” you hedged, poking him in the chest. “But I didn’t not lose my voice that night.”

He groaned, tossing his head back like it physically pained him. “God, I knew it.”

You laughed again, heart swelling at the sight of him—relaxed and playful and glowing with that post-game energy that only came after a big win. His cheeks were slightly pink, his lashes fluttering every time he blinked. You loved him like this. All soft smiles and dumb questions and teasing affection.

“Honestly,��� you said, tracing a finger down the line of his neck, “I’ve always had a soft spot for the stubble. It’s just… you. Especially after a road trip. Little scruffy. Little cocky. You look like you’ve got no business being that hot in sweatpants.”

William hummed, pleased. “The classic.”

“But” you continued, settling back into his side, “that time you let the moustache grow out and kept the stubble underneath? That was a dangerous combination.”

He tilted his head. “Dangerous how?”

You looked up at him through your lashes. “You had me melting in, like, five seconds. That combo should be illegal.”

His mouth twitched at the corner. “So, what I’m hearing is… you’re a data-driven person.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re such a nerd.”

“I’m just saying,” he said, the mischief in his voice unmistakable. “We could conduct a very thorough experiment. See what gets the best reaction.”

“Oh my god.” You hid your face in his shoulder. “You’re serious.”

“For science,” William said solemnly, brushing his lips against your temple. “And your pleasure. Obviously.”

You were still giggling when he kissed you—slow and sweet, his hand sliding up your side with just enough pressure to promise more. Your fingers threaded through the scruff on his cheek, already imagining how it would feel if he had a little less… or a little more.

“I mean…” you murmured against his lips, pretending to think. “If we’re doing this, we should probably space it out. Four nights. Four different looks.”

He pulled back just enough to smile down at you, eyes sparkling. “You’re really gonna let me do this?”

You shrugged, playing coy. “If we’re being thorough…”

“Älskling,” he said, voice rough with amusement, “I love how committed you are to the process.”

You kissed him once more, longer this time. Then pulled back and whispered, “Let the experiments begin.”

And just like that, the games had officially begun.

_

Night One: Full Beard

You were already half-asleep on the couch, curled beneath a knit blanket with the scent of detergent and William. The game had ended hours ago, a solid win, and William had been in a good mood ever since. He showered, walked around shirtless for no reason, and now had his head in your lap while he absently scrolled his phone. His hair was still damp, and his full beard was rough against the inside of your thigh as he nuzzled in.

“You sure you’re not too tired?” you murmured, brushing your fingers through his hair.

He hummed, setting his phone aside and shifting to press a kiss just above your knee. “Not even a little.”

You smiled; your hand drifting lower to cup his jaw. You liked the beard. It made him look older, tougher, but the way he leaned into your palm so softly always gave him away.

“You remember what you said the other day?” you asked, tilting your head.

“Mmm?”

“About wondering which version of you is best at making me come?”

He grinned. You could feel it against your skin. “Oh, you’ve been thinking about that, huh?”

You felt heat crawl up your chest, but you didn’t deny it. “Maybe. I mean… if we’re doing a proper experiment, we should start somewhere.”

William sat up slowly, his smile growing wider. There was a spark in his eyes, like you’d just told him he scored the game-winning goal again. “Full beard first, then?”

You nodded.

He didn’t say another word. Just stood, picked you up bridal-style, and carried you to the bedroom like it was the most obvious next step in the world.

He laid you out on the bed carefully, like he was unwrapping a gift, kissing your ankles, your shins, the insides of your knees. His beard scratched with every brush of his lips, not painful—but so present. Every pass left a trail of heat on your skin, made your thighs clench with anticipation.

William looked up at you from between your legs, peeling away your shorts and underwear before his hands gripped your hips. “Ready to test my theory?”

You laughed breathlessly. “Always.”

He didn’t ease into it. That wasn’t the full beard version of William. No, this version was confident and a little feral, tongue broad and strong as it dragged up your slit. He sucked your clit between his lips with a low growl, the vibration sparking a jolt straight through your spine.

And the beard—God, the beard.

It scratched and burned in the best way, rough against your softest skin. Every flick of his tongue came with the added texture of him. You were squirming within minutes, hands tangled in the sheets, eyes shut tight.

“W-Willy—”

“That good already, baby?” he murmured, and you felt the words against you, felt the way his beard rasped over your inner thighs with each syllable. He held you open, relentless, his mouth devouring like he’d gone days without.

You gasped as his tongue slid inside you, as his nose brushed your clit just right. Your hips bucked, but his grip tightened.

“Stay still. Let me work.”

You whimpered, obeying, your whole body trembling. He licked you open, slow and deep, alternating between soft drags and sharp sucks. The beard was everywhere. Rubbing, rasping, teasing you to the edge.

And when you came, it was a full-body event. Your hands flew to his shoulders, nails digging into warm skin, your cry broken and needy as you clenched around nothing.

But he didn’t stop.

He kept going, tongue gentler now, lapping up everything you gave, his beard still deliciously abrasive as he slowed you down, brought you back.

Eventually, he pulled back with a satisfied hum, beard completely soaked and lips glistening.

“One for full beard,” he said smugly, crawling up to lie beside you.

You let out a shaky laugh, tucking yourself against his chest. “That… that was a strong start.”

He kissed your temple, beard scratching your cheek. “Get some sleep, baby. We’ve got three more nights.”

You groaned. “I might not survive the week.”

William chuckled, wrapping his arms around you tighter.

“Science,” he whispered, smug and soft. “All in the name of science.”

_

Night Two: Stubble Only

It started the moment you walked into the bedroom.

William was already there—a loose pair of grey sweats riding low on his hips, nothing on top but the glow of his skin, still damp and flushed from training. He leaned against the headboard with one knee bent, flipping idly through something on his phone. But the moment his eyes met yours, his mouth curved into a slow, knowing grin.

“You noticed?” he asked, scratching along his jaw with two fingers.

You didn’t answer. You were too busy staring.

Gone was the thick beard from two nights ago. In its place: a perfect dusting of stubble, just enough to shadow the angles of his jaw, to catch the light when he tilted his head. Clean, sharp, precise. It made his lips look even fuller. Made him look devastating.

“I thought I’d give you the ‘classic Willy’ tonight,” he said, voice warm, teasing. “Thought I’d see how much you liked the original.”

You swallowed hard. “It’s not fair,” you murmured, walking toward the bed. “You shouldn’t be allowed to look like that.”

William laughed under his breath as you climbed into his lap, straddling him on the bed, knees planted to either side of his thighs. His hands came to rest on your hips like they belonged there.

“Tell me something,” he said, nuzzling his nose against your cheek. “Did you like the beard the other night?”

“Of course, I did.” Your voice was already breathy, and he hadn’t even touched you yet. “But this…”

You ran your fingers along the line of his jaw, stubble rasping against your skin.

“This does something else to me.”

He smiled. Kissed your jaw. “Yeah?”

You nodded. “You feel dangerous like this.”

“Good,” he whispered, voice low. “Because I plan to be.”

He rolled you onto your back in one fluid motion, body slotting between your legs. The weight of him felt perfect—solid, grounding. But there was a tenderness in the way he kissed you next, like he wasn’t in a hurry, like he wanted to savour you.

And then his stubble brushed your neck as he moved lower.

You gasped.

It was sharper than the beard. More distinct. It scraped gently against your skin, leaving tingles in its wake. Little stings that bloomed into pleasure a second later, like tiny fires under your skin. He kissed you there, then sucked lightly, pulling a moan from the base of your throat.

“Feel that?” he murmured against your collarbone. “That’s just the beginning.”

His lips trailed lower, kisses scattered between licks, slow nips, and long, deliberate drags of his mouth along your chest and ribs. The scratch of his stubble left your skin red and buzzing in the best way. He was slower than last night—softer, but also more focused. More attuned. Like he was reading your reactions with every shift of your hips and flutter of your breath.

By the time he reached the waistband of your underwear, you were writhing.

William hooked his fingers around the fabric and dragged it down your legs with purpose. Not rushed. Not teasing. Just… intentional.

He kissed your inner thigh first. A soft brush. Then a firm one.

Then another, directly over the tenderest part of your skin—and you jerked.

His stubble rasped like a match strike, and the sensation shot through you like lightning.

“Willy—” you breathed, fingers fisting the sheets.

He didn’t speak. Just looked up at you from between your legs, eyes heavy with affection and want. And then he bent forward and dragged his stubble across the inside of your thigh again—cheek first, deliberately slow—just to watch your body tremble.

When he finally licked a broad stripe up your centre, your hips bucked instinctively.

“God, you taste so good like this,” he murmured against you, his breath hot and ragged. “So soft. So, fucking wet.”

You whimpered.

And then he was eating you with a kind of devotion that made your head spin.

Slower than the other night. So much slower.

His tongue moved like he had nowhere else to be, curling deliberately around your clit, dipping lower to fuck into you before circling back up. He alternated between sucking and licking, between deep pressure and featherlight flicks. And in between each one, he kissed you.

Not teasing. Not playful.

Just soft, perfect kisses to the crease of your thigh, your mound, the edge of your hip. Like he couldn’t help it. Like he loved you too much not to worship every inch.

The stubble rasped everywhere his lips touched. That was what pushed you closer, faster. The contradiction—the sharp drag of his jaw, the sweet press of his kisses, the filthy way he licked into you like he was desperate for every drop you had to give.

“Willy,” you gasped, your hand buried in his hair. “I can’t—I’m gonna—”

His hand spread over your stomach to hold you down. “Come for me,” he whispered, voice wrecked. “Just like this.”

And you did.

The orgasm stole your breath. It made your toes curl, your thighs clamp around his ears, your hips rise off the bed. William held you through it—moaning into you, lapping through your high, never backing off until you were twitching under his mouth.

And when he finally pulled away, he pressed one last kiss to your thigh.

“Fuck,” you breathed, still trembling, vision hazy. “That was—”

“I know,” he said, sliding up to kiss you gently on the lips. His cheeks brushed yours, and you shivered at the sensation again.

You blinked up at him, dazed. “That stubble’s… lethal.”

He chuckled; eyes sparkling. “Noted.”

Then he kissed you again, slow, and sweet, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“You good?” he asked softly, curling himself around you.

You nodded into his chest. “That was perfect.”

He smiled into your hair.

“Just wait till next time.”

_

Night Three: Just the Moustache

You didn’t hear him enter the room.

Fresh from the shower, your skin was still damp, and your hair wrapped up in a towel as you lounged on the bed, naked and warm from the steam. You were scrolling on your phone, basking in the post-shower haze, your legs lazily spread on top of the crumpled duvet. William had told you he’d be a few more minutes finishing up something in the kitchen. You didn’t expect him to make his entrance with zero warning.

But suddenly he was there, and you felt it.

A shift in the air. A sudden weight on the mattress.

And before you could register a single sound, William was between your legs—arms hooked under your thighs, his cheek brushing against your still-damp skin, moustache grazing the delicate, sensitive flesh like velvet and wire all at once.

You squeaked. “Jesus, Will—”

But before you could say anything else, he flipped the two of you in one fluid, practiced motion.

You landed with a soft gasp, your knees now resting on either side of his face, your bare core hovering above his mouth. His arms held firm around your thighs, keeping you anchored, flushed, breathless.

“Oh my God,” you gasped, wide-eyed.

He looked smug as hell beneath you. “Hi.”

You were going to murder him. After you came. Maybe twice.

“William.”

���Hmm?” He gave your thigh a gentle nip with his teeth before trailing his moustache across the opposite one. He was already grinning up at you, chin tilted, eyes wild with mischief. “Don’t mind me,” he said, his voice muffled slightly by your inner thigh as he kissed it. “Just performing tonight’s experiment.”

You tried to sit up a little straighter. “You said you needed time to digest. You were eating a snack!”

“You’re my snack,” he said smoothly.

The sensation was different. Just a whisper of friction, not harsh like stubble, not as dominating as the beard. It tickled and teased, fluttering against your skin with maddening precision, while his cheeks and chin were smooth.

“You look like a villain,” you muttered, clutching at the bedframe. “You know that, right?”

He laughed, low and pleased. “If I’m the villain, what does that make you?”

“Unsuspecting prey,” you breathed, because he’d just dragged the moustache down the crease of your thigh and kissed the spot where it met your hip. “Helpless. Horny. I don’t know.”

He hummed. “You ready?”

You nodded. Barely had time to breathe.

Because when his tongue was on you, warm and firm and slow, your eyes fluttered closed. “Fuck.”

The moustache was maddening. Every time he moved his mouth—every swirl of his tongue, every pass over your clit—you felt the press of it. Just enough texture to make you shiver, but soft enough to feel like a stroke, not a scratch.

“Oh,” you whimpered, hips jolting as he sucked lightly. “Oh, wow.”

His grip tightened around your thighs, keeping you in place. His thumbs stroked slow, grounding circles on the insides, while his mouth worked you over with calculated finesse.

“You okay up there?” he asked, pausing just long enough to let the words vibrate against your clit.

You nearly choked. “I hate you.”

“You love me.”

“You’re infuriating.”

He chuckled, then did something with his tongue that had your eyes rolling back in your head.

You moaned, letting your head fall back, fingers digging into his hair. “God, Willy. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

“Not planning on it,” he murmured.

He kept going, coaxing wave after wave of heat through your body until you were shaking above him, your orgasm building like a dam ready to burst.

The moustache made it worse. Or better. You didn’t stand a chance.

And when you came, it was with a gasp so loud you were sure the neighbours heard it. Your legs quaked, your body locking up as pleasure roared through you like a freight train.

William held you steady, face still buried between your thighs, working you through it with slow, purposeful strokes of his tongue. When you finally slumped forward, boneless and whimpering, he eased you down with care, kissing the top of your thigh.

Then he looked up at you, eyes shining.

“Well?”

You blinked down at him, dazed.

“How’s the stache ranking so far?” He grinned.

You couldn’t speak. Just gave a breathless laugh, reaching down to run your fingers through his hair.

“High,” you whispered. “So, fucking high.”

_

Night Four: Grown-Out ’Stache & Stubble

By the time the last night rolled around, you were beginning to think you couldn’t possibly be surprised anymore. William had kissed and licked and worshipped you through beard burn, prickly stubble, and the unexpected magic of his moustache alone. You’d moaned for him, melted for him, practically dissolved under the weight of his mouth and the overwhelming affection in his touch.

But tonight? Tonight, he was trimmed to a perfect combination—his moustache thick and grown out, the rest of his jaw rough with fresh stubble. The sweet spot. The hybrid. A little scratch, a little softness, and a lot of everything.

You were stretched out in bed when he came into the room, shirtless, shorts hanging low on his hips, humming softly to himself, the light catching the sharp line of his jaw and the gold glint in his lashes.

You looked up, blinking slowly. “You kept it.”

He glanced at you with a smirk. “You noticed.”

You bit your lip. “I more than noticed.”

William crawled onto the bed, hovering above you on his hands and knees. The scent of him—a mix of faint sweat and cologne, something warm and unmistakably him—wrapped around you like a spell.

“So,” he murmured, dipping his face close to yours, his moustache brushing your cheek. “Ready for the final test?”

Your breath caught. “Yes.”

He kissed you first. Slow and deep. His lips soft, the scratch of his stubble setting off tiny sparks across your skin. You sighed into it, your hands sliding up his arms, feeling the firm muscle shift beneath your palms.

Then he moved lower.

Down your neck, where he nipped and licked and kissed until your head tipped back.

Down your chest, his moustache dragging along sensitive skin, a ticklish, thrilling tease.

When he settled between your thighs, you were already squirming.

But he didn’t rush.

His hands gripped your hips with firm reverence, spreading your legs slowly, thumbs rubbing little circles into your skin. He leaned in and mouthed a kiss to your inner thigh, then another, higher this time.

And then he licked.

One long, languid stroke that had you gasping.

The combination of moustache and stubble was devastating. Every flick of his tongue was edged with sensation, every kiss a balance of sharp and soft.

He moaned when you moaned.

“Fuck, baby,” he whispered against your skin, breath hot. “You taste so good.”

You writhed, hips lifting involuntarily. And he didn’t hold you down this time. He let you move. Let you chase his mouth.

He alternated between slow, deep sucks on your clit and gentle circles with the flat of his tongue. Just when you thought it would be too much, he’d pull back and press a soft kiss just below your bellybutton, grounding you.

“Willy,” you whimpered, your voice cracking.

His eyes flicked up, dark and sweet. “Tell me what you need.”

You reached for him blindly, fingers threading through his hair. “Don’t stop. Please, please don’t stop.”

He didn’t.

He pulled you closer, arms wrapping under your thighs like a vice as he pressed in deeper, licking and sucking with intent, with love, with that perfect, maddening edge of chaos he wielded so well. The grown-out stubble scraped deliciously against your thighs—sharp enough to burn, soft enough to make you crave more. His moustache was damp, brushing against your clit with every stroke of his tongue, and it was all too much. Exactly enough.

Your thighs trembled, but he didn’t let you pull away. If anything, he pulled you closer—anchored you down, your hips pinned tight against his mouth as his tongue flattened, then circled, then flicked until you couldn’t breathe through the pleasure. Until your eyes rolled back.

Needles to say, the orgasm hit hard.

Your body arched without your permission, a raw sound ripping from your throat as the wave crashed over you, blinding and hot and dizzying. You fisted the sheets with one hand, his hair with the other, barely able to gasp his name as the pressure released all at once.

But William didn’t stop.

Not even for a second.

He eased up only slightly—enough to let your body twitch and jerk in overstimulation, but not enough to let you come down completely. His hands traced slow, possessive lines up your ribs, then back down to your hips, holding you open with reverence as he dropped a soft kiss right against your still-sensitive clit.

You whined, legs shivering. “Willy—”

“Shhh,” he murmured against you, the sound low and coaxing. “One more, baby. Just one more.”

You barely had time to answer before he was there again—gentler this time, more coaxing than devouring. His tongue moved in languid, teasing strokes, licking up your slick, tasting the aftershocks. And when you started to squirm, when your hips bucked forward in response to the steady rhythm he built again, he smiled against you. You could feel it.

“Still so sweet,” he whispered, voice hoarse. “Still so fucking perfect.”

Your thighs closed in around his head instinctively, your entire body tight and aching, raw nerves exposed. But he just held you there—one arm curled tight around your hip, the other sliding up to cup your breast, thumb brushing across your nipple as he started to suck harder again.

It sent lightning through your core.

You tried to warn him. Tried to speak. But all that came out was a whimper as your second orgasm built with punishing speed—faster than the first, sharper, curling hot and high in your belly.

“Come for me again,” he urged, breathless and steady and maddeningly good. “Let go, baby.”

And so, you did.

You shattered.

This one was even messier, more guttural—your body jerking, fingers digging into his forearms as you sobbed through the release. He held you through every pulse of it, grounding you, kissing you through it like he was worshipping you. Like he’d never get tired of the way you broke open for him.

And when your body finally went limp, he loosened his grip, gently easing you down from the high. He pressed one last kiss to the inside of your thigh—so soft it made you shiver all over again—before he looked up at you.

His face was wrecked in the most beautiful way. Flushed, lips swollen, jaw glistening, the ends of his moustache curled just slightly with damp heat. And that smirk—lazy, proud, entirely in love.

“You okay?” he murmured.

You laughed softly, dazed. “Are you trying to kill me?”

He grinned. “Just doing science, baby.”

He kissed your inner thigh, your hip, your stomach—like he couldn’t stop touching you. Like he didn’t want to. Then he curled into bed beside you, pulling you onto his chest, still panting himself like he’d run a marathon.

You didn’t speak for a while. Just lay there, tangled together, your heart still racing.

Eventually, William chuckled, voice low and satisfied. “So. Winner?”

You lifted your head, gave him a lazy, blissed-out smile. “Keep the combo. Forever.”

He grinned. “For science?”

You pressed a kiss to his chest, humming. “For everything.”

And when he pulled the blankets up around you both, when he kissed your temple and whispered something soft in Swedish against your skin, you knew exactly how you liked him best.

And he knew exactly how to ruin you with it.

[daeniradraconis]

"I want to hear you beg for it, and don’t even think about holding back." With Willy Nylander 🔥

Thank you for your request! I hope you will love this. 💖 I'm also working on the other requests—I’ve got a few lined up, so please be patient! ✨

--- Winter Heat

The drive to the cabin had been a power play—William’s hand firm on the wheel while the other roamed your body like it belonged there, fingers teasing, claiming. His grip tightened on your thigh, sliding up just enough to make you shiver before retreating, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. Every now and then, he shot you a knowing glance, blue eyes gleaming brighter than the snow piling up outside, a silent promise of what was coming.

“You’re already squirming,” he mused, voice low and cocky, smirking as his fingers squeezed just a little harder. “Can’t even wait ‘til we get there, huh?”

You huffed, crossing your arms, but that only made him chuckle, that deep, taunting sound that made your pulse quicken.

By the time you reached the cabin, the sky had darkened, the snow falling in soft, lazy drifts. Inside, the fireplace roared, throwing a golden glow over the room, but William’s focus was already elsewhere. The hot tub on the balcony, steam curling into the cold night air, was calling him—and you.

He kicked the door shut behind you and, without hesitation, pulled his sweater over his head in one fluid motion, tossing it aside as if it had somehow wronged him. His smirk was wicked as he went for the rest—pants, briefs, all of it—until he stood before you, gloriously naked, all lean muscle and shameless confidence.

“No clothes in my house,” he declared, voice smooth but edged with command. His gaze pinned you like a predator toying with its meal. “You too, älskling. Strip. Now.”

You hesitated—not out of shyness, but because you wanted to make him wait.

Bad idea.

William’s expression darkened. He closed the space between you in two slow, deliberate steps, his warmth brushing against your chilled skin. His hands, unyielding and sure, found your jacket, dragging the zipper down with agonizing patience. He leaned in, lips barely ghosting your jaw.

“Don’t test me,” he warned, voice dropping into a growl. “You know I don’t mind ripping things.”

Your breath hitched. Fingers shaking slightly, you grabbed the hem of your shirt and peeled it over your head, the fabric slipping to the floor. You held his gaze as you unbuttoned your jeans, sliding them down inch by inch. He watched like a man starving, his breath hitching just enough to betray him.

When you stood bare under his heated stare, the corner of his mouth twitched. “That’s more like it,” he murmured, his hand sliding possessively down your side. “I don’t fuck around with textiles—inside or out. You know that.”

His grip was firm but teasing as he seized your wrist, dragging you toward the balcony. The cold bit at your exposed skin instantly, snowflakes melting against your fevered flesh, but William didn’t flinch. He stepped into the steaming water first, muscles flexing as he lowered himself in. The water lapped at his broad chest, mist curling around his skin like it worshiped him.

Then he patted his thigh, eyes glinting with command.

“In. Now.”

You obeyed, slipping into the scalding water, but before you could even settle, his hands were on you—firm, commanding. In one swift, effortless motion, he pulled you onto his lap, his cock pressing against you, hot and teasing, grinding just enough to make you gasp.

Then—he stilled.

A cruel pause. A deliberate torment. His grip tightened, fingers digging into your flesh as he held you there, right there, his cock nudging at your entrance without giving you what you needed.

His breath was slow, measured, the ghost of a smirk playing at his lips. “Not enough for you, huh?” His voice was pure sin, low and taunting. “Then get up.”

Your brows furrowed, but he wasn’t asking. His hands moved with effortless strength, guiding you, forcing you to turn.

“Bend over,” he ordered.

He maneuvered you until you were facing the terrace window, gripping the edge of the hot tub with shaky hands. The cold air bit at your wet skin, but the heat of his body behind you was suffocating.

A shiver ran down your spine, but not from the cold. From the way he watched you—like he was taking his time, savoring every second of control he had over you.

His hands skimmed over your ass, possessive and slow. Then—crack.

You gasped as the sharp sting of his palm landed on your ass, heat blooming instantly.

“Fuck, look at that,” he murmured, rubbing over the mark he left before delivering another sharp slap, making you jolt. “So fucking pretty when you take it.”

Your fingers tightened around the edge of the tub, heat pooling between your legs. He knew exactly what he was doing—teasing you, testing how long you could last before you broke.

As you shifted slightly, your gaze caught his reflection in the glass. His chest was bare, the soft glow from the lights catching the faint blonde hairs across his strong chest. He looked even more dangerous like this—his eyes dark, watching you intently as if he couldn’t wait any longer. The way his body moved, the muscles in his arms and shoulders flexing as he adjusted behind you—there was something raw and undeniable in the way he held himself.

He looked like a god—blonde and rugged, all raw masculinity that made you ache with desire just by existing.

His cock pressed between your thighs, hot and heavy, sliding through your slick folds. Just enough to make you ache.

Then—nothing.

Just the thick head of his cock resting against you, teasing, taunting, while his breath ghosted over your back.

“You know what I want,” he murmured, voice dark with amusement. His grip tightened on your hips, holding you in place. “I want to hear you beg for it, and don’t even think about holding back.”

Your pride warred with your desperation, but the ache between your legs was unbearable.

“Willy—” you started, voice shaky, but he just waited, cock resting right there, his silence its own kind of torture.

Another sharp slap to your ass, harder this time. “Try again.”

You whimpered, gripping the tub tighter. “Please,” you gasped, your voice breaking. “Please, Willy...fuck me. I need your cock so bad...I’m a needy little slut for it, please, just take me.”

His low, satisfied chuckle sent heat curling through your body.

“That’s my girl.”

Then—he thrust.

A brutal snap of his hips, stretching you open all at once. The force made your breath catch, your body jerking forward, but his grip on your hips kept you exactly where he wanted.

“Fuck, yes,” he groaned, the sound breaking into something rough and primal. He pulled back—then slammed into you again, the hot tub sloshing violently around you.

You clung to the edge, moaning helplessly as he took you, deep and ruthless. His hands gripped your hips so tightly it was almost bruising, dragging you back onto his cock with each powerful thrust.

His fingers tangled in your hair, yanking your head back just enough to whisper against your ear. “You feel that?” His voice was dark, breathless. “That’s me—filling you, ruining you.”

You could barely think, barely breathe, pleasure coiling hot and tight in your core.

One hand slipped between your legs, fingers finding your clit with ruthless precision. “Gonna come for me?” he taunted, his voice rough with hunger. “Come all over my cock while I fuck you full?”

His thrusts turned desperate, erratic. He was close, just as wrecked as you.

"Do it," he growled, fingers pressing into you with relentless pressure. "Come for me. Milk my cock."

The demand sent you spiraling, your body shattering as pleasure exploded through you in a violent wave. You screamed his name, your walls tightening around him, drawing him deeper. The intensity of it all left you breathless.

He groaned, the sound raw and desperate, and his hips snapped forward one final time, burying himself deep inside as he spilled into you. The uncontrollable force of it sent a surge of electricity through your veins, a raw thrill coursing through every inch of you.

For a moment, you both just stayed there—panting, the air thick with steam and heat. His grip on your hips remained firm, holding you steady as snowflakes melted against your overheated body. His breath scorched your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

Then, his lips brushed your ear, voice gravelly, deep with satisfaction.

"Good girl," he murmured.

Your legs trembled, barely able to keep you upright as you clung to the edge of the hot tub, your body still pulsing from the aftershocks of your release. William remained behind you for a moment, his chest rising and falling against your back, his breath hot against your damp skin.

Slowly, he pulled out, making you gasp from the sudden emptiness

“Easy, älskling,” he murmured, voice softer now, his hands steadying you as he turned you in his arms.

Your body sagged against his, exhausted and pliant, and in one effortless motion, he lifted you from the water. You barely had the strength to protest, your arms looping lazily around his neck as he carried you inside, bare skin hot against the cool air.

The fire crackled in the living room, filling the room with a glow. William didn’t stop until he reached the couch, lowering you onto the cushions with the kind of care that made your chest ache.

“Stay,” he ordered, but this time, there was no edge to his voice—just warmth, just something deep.

You watched, as he grabbed a thick, plush blanket from the armrest and wrapped it around you, tucking it in tight. The scent of him clung to the fabric, woodsy and warm, and you sighed, sinking into it.

He disappeared for a moment, and when he returned, he had a towel in one hand and a damp cloth in the other.

You blinked up at him, surprised. “Willy, you don’t have to—”

"Shh," he interrupted, his voice low and soothing. Kneeling beside you, he carefully lifted the blanket, his touch impossibly tender as he ran the cloth between your legs, carefully cleaning the mess he’d left inside you. His movements were slow, deliberate—each action marked by a quiet intensity, as though nothing existed in the world but you. "Let me take care of you," he whispered, his voice rich with quiet authority.

You exhaled, your body melting further into the couch as he worked, slow and methodical, his fingers brushing over your skin with reverence.

Once he was done, he tossed the towel aside and cupped your face, thumb stroking your cheek as he pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead.

“You good?” he asked, voice quieter now, blue eyes searching yours.

You nodded, too content to form words, and he smirked—this one small, private, meant just for you.

“Be right back.”

He vanished into the kitchen, and when he returned, he had two glasses of wine in hand. He passed you one before settling beside you, tugging you against his chest.

You curled into him instinctively, your cheek resting over his heart, listening to the steady beat beneath your ear.

For a while, neither of you spoke. The fire crackled, the snow continued to fall outside, and William traced slow circles on your arm.

Then, finally, he broke the silence, his voice hushed, teasing.

“You were wild for me. My perfect little dirty girl.”

You laughed, breathless and soft, and his grip on you tightened just a little—like he wasn’t planning on letting go anytime soon.

And, honestly? You didn’t want him to.

[chukys-mouthguard]

good graces

you do something suspect, this cute ass bye-bye

featuring -> william nylander x female reader

genre -> angst/fluff

word count -> 1.35k

-> short n’ sweet masterlist

“Have you seen Willy on Spittin’ Chiclets yet?”

Your friend called to you from the kitchen as she started on making drinks while you were taking a bit longer on your makeup than you would’ve liked.

“Fuck I forgot, let me pull it up.”

You and William had been seeing each other for almost nine months now, though not putting a label on it things were pretty serious. Having taken numerous trips together, William constantly spoiling you, all while telling you he couldn’t imagine his life not getting to be your guy.

He’d gotten invited onto the Spittin’ Chiclets podcast and you were excited to watch. It was one of your favorite shows, but you also were anticipating them to ask William some hilarious questions.

“Okay so, we gotta ask. You’re a young guy here in Toronto, dare I say you’re a stud! What’s the dating scene like here in Toronto? You tied down by a lucky lady, what do you have going on?”

William chuckled as you quickly flashed your eyes to the screen of your cell phone, seeing the way he blushed at them asking the question. While you knew this podcast had been filmed several weeks ago, you were still aware of what his answer should be, at least from your perspective. But as he hesitated, and stumbled over his words you could feel your grip on your eyeliner tightening.

“Yeah um, I’m definitely here for a good time. Not really tied down, just enjoying my time here for sure with whoever comes into my life. But, I like to think I do alright for myself.”

Pausing the video you emerged from the bathroom to find your friend with the same look of shock on her face as you currently had on your own.

“Are you joking?”

“He’s fucking dead. Not really tied down? Is he stupid?”

You couldn’t believe William had actually said those words, not really tied down. Had the last nine months been something casual and meant nothing to him? Here you were ready to go out to dinner with him and some friends, but now all you could repeat through your brain was that interview.

“What are you gonna do?”

You headed over to the bar cart, grabbing a shot glass and the tequila. Throwing back a shot before you hurried back to finish your makeup.

“I can’t bail, but he’s going to see a side of me he won’t like if he doesn’t acknowledge it, that's for sure.”

You’d arrived at the restaurant, the few tequila shots you’d tossed back calming your frustrations a bit, though you were still upset with William. Not wanting to ruin the night you figured the least you could do was power through a dinner and not give away any sign you were unhappy with him.

But as the dinner unfolded, it was as if anything William did was coming across as suspect. The way he smiled at the waitress, calling her sweetheart anytime she’d checked in or brought him something. The way he would place his hand atop hers anytime she’d stop by the table and ask if he needed anything. Your anger only building as you thought back to his comments on the podcast, rolling your eyes thinking that everything with him was just a casual fling to him. Despite how much he’d meant to you.

He caught you staring at him from across the table, you’d opted to sit across from him versus next to him so you could give yourself a bit of space to try and give him the opportunity to notice your mood. But he didn’t necessarily catch on, acting as if things were normal other than where you’d chosen to sit.

With dinner wrapping up, you’d all chosen to go to one of the bars down the street. William now noticed how you were walking arm in arm with your friend rather than by his side. He called out to you, simply getting the cold shoulder as you elected to keep walking as if you hadn’t heard him. Your mind focused on getting to the bar and getting some more drinks in your system, needing to channel your frustrations through alcohol and dancing.

William opted to sit with the group, watching you dancing on the floor with your friend. Figuring that he’d done something to piss you off, but he didn’t know what. Usually the two of you could talk through things, but it was clear you had no desire to talk to him tonight. And he knew better than to push you or force anything on you, simply giving you the space you wanted.

His eyes followed you as you made your way to the bar, a guy soon approaching you as you ordered a drink. William fully expected you to kindly dismiss the man, but instead he saw you laughing and smiling. Your hand resting on the man’s forearm as you were clearly enjoying yourself. He tossed back his drink in frustration as he stood up, making his way to the bar to step in before you’d do anything further to really anger him.

“Hey, everything okay?”

William smiled down at you as he rested a hand at your lower back, flashing his eyes to the gentleman with a bit of a glare. Only to be met with a smile as the man had recognized the blonde haired Maple Leaf that stood before him.

“Yeah, William, you know Joey. Joey Loperfido, outfield for the Blue Jays. He’s actually a really big Leafs fan!”

“How are you man? I’m a big fan of yours as well! I was actually at the game last week, great win!”

The two of them shook hands, though Joey sensed some tension and kindly excused himself.

“Really Willy? I was making friends.”

“Friends? Is that what you called that? I saw from a mile away you were flirting with the guy!”

He scoffed as he rolled his eyes, taking the spot in front of you at the bar as he signaled the bartender for another drink.

“Like you care? This is just enjoying time with whoever comes into your life, remember?”

William looked at you confused, unsure as to what you were talking about. Making you laugh as you sipped your drink, rolling your eyes as you found it hilarious he was trying to play dumb.

“I heard you on the Spittin’ Chiclets podcast, don’t play dumb! Has the last nine months meant nothing to you? I mean, you tell me all the time how much you love being my guy, but could’ve fooled me with the answer you gave Biz and Whit.”

William immediately brought a hand to his face, groaning as he realized now what you were referring to.

“Y/n, baby, look at me.”

He brought his hands to your face, despite your trying to push him away. A smile on his face as he looked at you.

“The Spittin’ Chiclets podcast is the last place I would ever want to confirm or announce you as my girlfriend.”

Your eyes went wide hearing him call you his girlfriend, the title not being something he’d ever used before. And while you wanted to be mad at him for what he said, it was hard hearing how amazing it felt hearing him finally call you his girlfriend.

“Wait, like, we are official now? I’m your girlfriend?”

“If you’ll have me as your boyfriend? Though after tonight I’m not so sure.”

Quickly you pulled his lips to yours, feeling amazing to kiss him after being distant from him all night. He smiled into the kiss, assuming that was your answer. And it was a good enough answer for him.

“But so help me god William Nylander, if you ever say some dumb shit like that again, you do not want to bring out my mean side.”

He chuckled at your scolding as he stole another kiss from you.

“Oh trust me babe, tonight I got a taste of it tonight and I’m staying in your good graces if it’s the last thing I do!”

[brainddeadd]

Something Sparkling

buying matching jewllery, but it doesn't mean anything.. right?

The soft chime of bells rang as you pushed open the door to the quaint jewelry store, the sweet scent of vanilla lingering in the air. You looked around, your gaze landing on sparkling displays and colorful gems, but your mind was elsewhere—specifically on the tall figure beside you.

Auston Matthews leaned casually against the glass counter, his trademark smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. He seemed effortlessly cool, wearing a simple black hoodie and jeans that accentuated his athletic build. You couldn't help but smile back, feeling a warm flutter in your chest.

“Okay, what do you think?” he asked, gesturing toward a case filled with delicate bracelets. “I think we should get matching ones. You know, for fun.”

Your heart raced at the suggestion. Matching jewelry? It felt oddly intimate. “You mean like a couple?” you teased, raising an eyebrow.

“Just because they’re matching doesn’t mean it’s anything serious,” Auston shot back, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “I just think it’d be cool.”

You couldn’t deny the thrill of the idea. It was playful, light-hearted, but deep down, you wondered if it meant more than he was letting on. “Sure, let’s do it,” you replied, trying to keep your tone casual.

The sales associate approached, and you both began browsing the options. Auston picked up a thin silver bracelet adorned with small charms, each representing a different aspect of your lives—hockey pucks, music notes, even tiny hearts.

“What do you think?” he asked, holding it up against your wrist. “Too cheesy?”

“It’s perfect,” you replied, biting your lip to hide your smile. You watched as he chose one that mirrored yours, a matching charm bracelet that felt like a silent promise.

Once you had both settled on your pieces, Auston turned to you with a playful grin. “So, what’s the plan? Are we going to be those people who wear matching jewelry and take cheesy couple pictures?”

You chuckled, trying to brush off the surge of emotion. “As long as it doesn’t come with the ‘couple’ label, I’m in.”

As you both paid for the bracelets, you couldn’t shake the feeling that perhaps this gesture was more meaningful than you wanted to admit. But you brushed it aside, convincing yourself that it was just a fun moment between friends—nothing more.

Later that night, you sat on his couch, the bracelets glinting softly in the dim light. You couldn’t help but reach out and touch his wrist, the cool metal reminding you of the day’s adventure.

“You know,” he said, glancing at your wrists, “I don’t think it’s that serious. It’s just jewelry.” His voice was teasing, but you caught a hint of something deeper behind his words.

“Right,” you replied, trying to match his light tone, but your heart raced. “Just jewelry.”

As the night wore on, you realized it was more than that—more than just a fun moment or a simple piece of jewelry. You both had crossed a line, and while the matching bracelets didn’t define your relationship, they certainly added a new layer to it.

And in that moment, as you laughed and talked about everything and nothing, you couldn’t help but wonder if perhaps, deep down, it meant everything.

The small café was warm and inviting, the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee wrapping around you like a comforting blanket. You sat at a corner table, your laptop open but your mind elsewhere. The latest round of edits for a project sat untouched as you sipped your latte, glancing occasionally at the door.

When the bell above the entrance chimed, William Nylander walked in, shaking off the chill of the winter air. Spotting you, he made his way over, his signature grin lighting up his face. “Hey! Mind if I join?”

“Not at all,” you replied, closing your laptop with a sigh. “I could use the company.”

William settled into the seat across from you, his presence instantly making the space feel more lively. “So, what’s up? You seem a bit… distracted.”

You shrugged, swirling the foam in your cup. “Just thinking about things. You know, life stuff.”

“Life stuff?” he echoed, raising an eyebrow. “You mean ‘Auston stuff’?”

A soft blush crept up your cheeks as you avoided his gaze. “Maybe…”

He leaned in, elbows on the table. “Come on, spill. What’s going on between you two?”

You hesitated, searching for the right words. “I just… I like him. A lot. But I’m scared. What if it ruins our friendship? What if we can’t go back?”

William rolled his eyes playfully, but there was a seriousness in his tone. “Are you kidding me? You two are practically glowing around each other. It’s obvious you have something special.”

“Yeah, but…” You sighed, frustration bubbling up. “What if I ruin it? I don’t want to lose what we have.”

William leaned back, crossing his arms. “You’re already losing it by not being honest. If you keep pretending everything’s fine, you’ll end up pushing him away. Trust me, I’ve seen it happen too many times.”

You felt your heart race at his words. “But what if I tell him and he doesn’t feel the same way?”

“Then at least you’ll know,” he said, his voice steady. “You’ll never have to wonder ‘what if.’ You’re holding onto this fear like it’s a life preserver, but it’s actually an anchor. Let it go.”

You shifted in your seat, grappling with the reality of what he was saying. “It’s just so complicated. I don’t want to mess things up.”

“Sometimes, the best things in life are complicated,” William said, his expression softening. “You and Auston have an amazing connection. You’re both scared, but that doesn’t mean it’s not worth exploring.”

You bit your lip, considering his words. “What if it goes wrong?”

William shrugged. “Then you’ll deal with it, and you’ll grow. But if you never take the chance, you’ll always wonder what could have been. Don’t you want to find out?”

The weight of his encouragement was almost overwhelming, and you felt a flicker of hope. “I guess I do,” you admitted, the words feeling like a small but significant step forward.

“Good,” he said, leaning in again, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Now, go tell him how you feel. But maybe not here. You don’t want to make a scene in front of all these people.”

You laughed, the tension easing a bit. “Yeah, definitely not here. Maybe I’ll invite him for coffee later.”

William grinned, his infectious energy making you feel more confident. “That’s the spirit! Just be honest. You’ve got this.”

As he continued chatting, you felt the storm of uncertainty start to dissipate. Maybe it was time to stop overthinking and start embracing what was right in front of you.

Across the city, the faint sound of hockey highlights played in the background as Auston Matthews slumped onto his couch, his mind swirling with thoughts about you. He picked up the matching bracelets he had impulsively bought, admiring the simple yet elegant designs. Each one had a small charm that symbolized connection and unity, and he couldn’t help but smile at the thought of you wearing it. But doubt crept in. Was he overthinking things?

Just then, the door swung open, and Mitch Marner walked in, casually tossing his jacket onto a chair. “Hey, man! You ready for some video games?” he asked, plopping down beside Auston.

“Yeah, just give me a second,” Auston replied, still lost in thought.

Mitch glanced at the bracelets in Auston’s hand and raised an eyebrow. “What’s that you got there?”

Auston hesitated, suddenly feeling sheepish. “Oh, just something I bought.”

Mitch leaned closer, a knowing smile creeping onto his face. “Dude, you bought matching bracelets?”

Auston shot him a glare. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Not a big deal?” Mitch echoed incredulously, leaning back with arms crossed. “Come on, man. You know it is. You don’t just buy matching bracelets for someone unless it means something.”

“Does it?” Auston said, suddenly unsure of himself. “What if it’s just a friendship thing?”

Mitch chuckled, shaking his head. “Bro, you don’t buy matching bracelets for just friends. This isn’t high school. You clearly like her. So why are you playing games?”

Auston sighed, tossing the bracelets onto the coffee table. “I don’t want to ruin what we have. We’re friends, and I like it that way. What if she doesn’t feel the same?”

“Then you’ll know,” Mitch said, his tone turning serious. “But right now, you’re just avoiding the truth. You can’t keep pretending everything is fine when you’re clearly head over heels.”

Auston ran a hand through his hair, feeling the weight of Mitch’s words. “What if I tell her and she’s not interested? What then?”

Mitch leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Then you handle it. You’re a grown man. You’re an NHL player for crying out loud! If she doesn’t feel the same, it’ll hurt, but you’ll get over it. What’s worse is letting this drag on and missing your chance.”

“But what if I push her away?” Auston asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Or what if you draw her closer?” Mitch countered, his eyes piercing through Auston’s hesitation. “Look, the longer you wait, the more complicated it gets. You’ve got to take the leap. You’re just making excuses because you’re scared.”

Auston dropped his gaze to the bracelets, feeling the weight of his decision. “You really think I should just tell her?”

“Absolutely,” Mitch replied, his voice steady. “You’ve already made the first step by buying those. Just be honest about how you feel. You don’t want to look back on this and regret not saying anything. Trust me.”

Auston sat in silence, Mitch’s words echoing in his mind. He took a deep breath, the reality of the situation settling in. “Okay, you’re right. I’ll talk to her.”

Mitch grinned, clapping Auston on the shoulder. “Good. And hey, if she doesn’t feel the same way, I’m sure you’ll find a way to work through it. But if she does, man, it’ll be worth it.”

With renewed determination, Auston grabbed the bracelets off the table and held them in his hand, finally ready to embrace the possibilities. “Thanks, Mitch. I needed that.”

“Anytime, buddy,” Mitch said with a smirk. “Now, let’s see if you can actually beat me at this game tonight.”

As they dove into the game, the earlier tension faded away, replaced by a sense of anticipation. Auston couldn’t shake the excitement brewing inside him; it was time to take a chance.

The following weeks flowed seamlessly into one another, the small silver bracelets becoming a part of your daily attire. Every time you glanced at your wrist, the little charms reminded you of that playful day with Auston, a day that felt deceptively simple yet so loaded with unspoken feelings.

The Toronto winter was beginning to settle in, and with it came the cozy nights in, filled with laughter, snacks, and your favorite movies. You often found yourself at Auston’s apartment, nestled under a blanket on his couch, the two of you enjoying each other’s company. The playful teasing about the matching bracelets became a running joke, yet the laughter never felt forced.

One evening, as you sat watching an old rom-com, you felt his gaze lingering on you. You turned to find him studying you with an intensity that made your heart flutter.

“What’s up?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Auston smirked, leaning back casually. “Just admiring the view.” His tone was light, but there was an underlying sincerity that caught you off guard.

“Yeah? And what exactly are you admiring?” You could feel your cheeks heat up under his gaze, but you pushed through the playful banter.

“The way you bite your lip when you’re thinking,” he said, his eyes flickering down to your mouth, and you could swear you felt the atmosphere shift.

You swallowed hard, the weight of the moment pressing down on you. “I think you’re just seeing things, Matthews.”

“Nope,” he countered, shifting closer. “You’re a total distraction, you know that?”

With a nervous laugh, you tried to lighten the mood. “Right, and here I thought the distraction was supposed to be the movie.”

He chuckled softly, but you both fell silent as the dialogue on the screen faded into the background. It was a rare moment of vulnerability, and you could feel the air thickening with unspoken words.

After a few seconds, Auston reached for his phone, breaking the tension as he scrolled through something. “Let’s see what’s happening in the world of hockey,” he said, shifting the conversation. But you could sense he felt it too—the tension that came from wearing those bracelets, each charm a reminder of your growing connection.

As the days turned into weeks, your friendship deepened. You spent evenings cooking together, taking long walks along the lake, and sharing your dreams and fears. The intimacy of your time together began to blur the lines, and with every playful touch and lingering glance, you felt something shift.

One night, you found yourselves sprawled out on the couch, empty takeout containers littered around you. The glow of the TV cast soft shadows, and the remnants of laughter still lingered in the air. Auston turned to you, a more serious look crossing his features.

“Can I ask you something?” His voice was steady, but you could feel the weight of his question.

“Sure,” you replied, suddenly feeling vulnerable under his gaze.

He hesitated, as if weighing his words. “What do you think about the bracelets? Like, do they mean anything to you?”

Your heart raced. You had been hoping for this moment, yet now that it was here, you felt the pressure of it all. “I mean… they’re fun. They remind me of you, of us. But I thought we agreed it doesn’t mean anything serious, right?”

“Right,” he replied, but the way he looked at you suggested he wasn’t convinced. “But sometimes, I wonder if we’re just lying to ourselves. We’re spending so much time together, and it feels like more than just a friendship.”

You bit your lip, considering your next words carefully. “What if we’re just caught up in the moment? The excitement, the thrill of it all?”

“Or maybe,” he said, leaning closer, “we’re just afraid to admit that this is something real. That we actually care about each other.”

Your pulse quickened. You felt the familiar pull toward him, the magnetic attraction that had been building since that day in the jewelry store. “Auston, I don’t want to complicate things. What if we end up ruining what we have?”

He reached out, gently brushing his fingers against your wrist, where the bracelet rested. “I don’t think it would ruin anything. I think it would make it better. But I also don’t want to rush you. I just want you to know that I’m here, and I’m interested—really interested.”

The sincerity in his voice sent butterflies racing through your stomach. “I care about you too, Auston. But do you really think those bracelets mean something? That they could change everything?”

“Maybe they already have,” he replied, his eyes locked on yours, unwavering and earnest. “We can take it slow. I just want you to know I’m in this with you.”

The weight of his words sank in, and you realized that while the bracelets might have started as a fun, casual gesture, they had evolved into something significant. You felt a smile tug at your lips as you wrapped your fingers around his.

“Okay,” you whispered, feeling a rush of hope. “Let’s see where this goes.”

Auston grinned, the relief washing over his features. “I can work with that.”

As you settled back into the comfortable embrace of the couch, the flickering light of the TV seemed to fade away. In that moment, it was just the two of you, both ready to explore the uncharted territory of your relationship, hand in hand—each bracelet a shining reminder of the connection you were ready to embrace.

[faerieroyal]

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ children born of fairy stock, never need for shirt or frock…

🧚🏻‍♂️ what/who i write for … 🧚🏻‍♂️

➺ golden trio era: harry potter, ron weasley, hermione granger, luna lovegood, ginny weasley, neville longbottom, fred weasley, george weasley, oliver wood, percy weasley, dean thomas, draco malfoy, theodore nott, mattheo riddle.

➺ marauders era: james potter, remus lupin, sirius black, poly!marauders, regulus black, lily evans, marlene mckinnon, dorcas meadowes, mary macdonald, evan rosier, pandora lestrange, andromeda black, narcissa black, poly!valkyries, frank longbottom, alice fortescue, poly!starchaser, poly!wolfstar.

➺ gilmore girls: jess mariano, rory gilmore, paris geller, luke danes, lane kim, lorelai gilmore.

➺ dead poets society: neil perry, todd anderson, charlie dalton, steven meeks, gerard pitts.

➺ criminal minds: spencer reid, aaron hotchner, emily prentiss, elle greenaway.

➺ marvel: peter parker (tasm or mcu), bruce banner, kate bishop, yelena belova (platonic, familial, or qpr requests only), bucky barnes, sam wilson, poly!sambucky, ava starr, loki laufeyson, druig, makkari, poly!drukkari, natasha romanoff, pietro maximoff, wanda maximoff, eddie brock, marc spector/steven grant/jake lockley, layla el-faouly.

➺ x-men: scott summers, jean grey, logan howlett, wade wilson, poly!deadclaws, hank mccoy, kurt wagner, alex summers.

➺ bridgerton: anthony bridgerton, benedict bridgerton, colin bridgerton, penelope featherington, eloise bridgerton, simon basset, kate sharma, edwina sharma, poly!kanthony.

➺ dc: bruce wayne, harley quinn, jason todd, dick grayson, tim drake, damian wayne (platonic or familial requests only), barbara gordon, cassandra cain, stephanie brown, clark kent, wally west, barry allen, pamela isley.

➺ newsies: jack kelly, “crutchie” morris, davey jacobs, spot conlon, racetrack higgins.

➺ formula one: charles leclerc, carlos sainz, max verstappen, logan sargeant, oscar piastri, lewis hamilton, fernando alonso, lance stroll, mick schumacher, alex albon, george russell, esteban ocon, yuki tsunoda, zhou guanyu.

➺ nhl hockey: quinn hughes, jack hughes, luke hughes, nico hischier, william nylander, matthew knies, joseph woll, sidney crosby, leon draisaitl, jeremy swayman, brock faber, jake middleton, matt boldy, jamie drysdale, nick suzuki, cole caufield, arber xhekaj, juraj slafkovsky, matty beniers, shane wright, jared mccann, joey daccord, adam larsson.

➺ the hobbit (movies): thorin oakenshield, thranduil, kíli durin, fíli durin.

➺ horror: poly!ghostface (billy loomis & stu macher), jason voorhees, michael myers, daniel robitaille, carrie white, hannibal lecter, thomas hewitt, vincent sinclair.

➺ miscellaneous: phil wenneck (the hangover), goodnight robicheaux (the magnificent seven 2016), billy rocks (the magnificent seven 2016), tangerine (bullet train), roy kent (ted lasso), ted lasso (ted lasso), evan “buck” buckley (911), eddie diaz (911), poly!buddie (911), eggsy unwin (kingsman), joel miller (the last of us).

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[thewintersoldierdisaster]

Ugh 😩 since we’re on a Nylander high imagine Alex snooping through Willam’s phone and finds videos of her squirting and ass pics of William’s bite marks on them that how he found out she’s a 💦

you guys send in the best smutty asks i swear to god 🙏🏻 i’m so lucky to have such amazing anons 🥰

alex doesn’t mean to snoop and honestly he’s not even really snooping. not when william gave him permission to use his phone.

sure it was permission to use spotify during his workout and not to go flipping through his camera roll, but his thumb slipped, okay?

and really, isn’t it william’s fault for having a whole photo album of you right out in the open? that’s the kind of shit that needs to be locked behind a pass code

but the photos are right there and alex is curious and you’re gorgeous so he can’t help but pull up the album and start looking through it.

it’s like a treasure chest of gold, the photos and videos william has of you

full frontal nudity, partially clothed, mirror selfies, it’s endless

there’s the shot william had to have taken, where your head is cut off right above your swollen, red, kiss-bitten lips. your neck is littered with hickies and your nipples are puffy and raw, pebbled into tight peaks, come splattered over your skin

there’s the picture of william’s hand splayed over your stomach, the base of his cock barely visible at the entrance of your cunt

there’s the picture of your ass, perked high in the air, with william’s handprint raised in red on one cheek

there’s another picture of your ass, your legs spread wide so your pink, glistening cunt is visible, your fingers playing with your clit

again, another picture of your ass with a bite mark on one cheek, the imprint of william’s teeth surrounded by chafing from his beard

(fuck, william’s clearly an ass man, as if alex didn’t already know that, based on the sheer amount of pictures he has of your bare ass)

and the videos? fuck him, it’s like a porn website in the camera roll

videos of you playing with your tits, giggling and moaning perfectly audible

videos of you fingering yourself, whining for william to join you

videos of you with your vibrator pressed tight to your clit, the angle telling alex that it was one you took yourself and sent to william

the best video though, up close and personal with your cunt, william’s voice loud as he talks you through the fingering. there’s a clear view of two of william’s fingers buried in your cunt, curling and thrusting. you’re moaning and whining and your hips are lifting off the bed as william works, warning him that you’re close. alex doesn’t expect what’s next, the way you come harder than he’s ever seen, squirting all over your thighs and the mattress

liquid gets on the camera, smudging the view, but it’s still clear enough to see william’s fingers still working you over, loud enough for alex to hear william’s praise -“what a good girl. squirting for daddy, making a mess” - and then william’s fingers spread you, the swollen bundle of your clit clear as day on the screen

alex is beyond hard, leaking in his pants, palming himself over his shorts

he scrolls through more pictures, finding another video of you squirting, this time on william’s cock, the video shaky and angle not as good. alex can still see the gush of come from your cunt, the wet spot that forms on the sheets beneath you, the ragged breathing as you come again after squirting already

there are other pictures too, come leaking from your cunt, your folds messy and wet, william’s cock pressed against your inner thigh with a ring of cream around the base

but alex keeps going back to the videos of you squirting, obsessed with the noises you make as you come 😇

[jackhues]

it's the most wonderful time of the year! celly

starting NOV/25/23- JAN/1/23 i'll be posting a special fic every few days for a different person! this is a little gift to all of you for following me, and showing love to my fics <33

they will be based off of different christmas prompts -- i will write one fic per player, for about 15 players. send in any players you want to see + prompts, and i'll write about them if they're not already on the list! i won't be answering the asks, but i'll update the list as it goes on!

prompts: 📱 ─ 3 times you spent christmas apart + 1 time you spent it together : sidney crosby🍪 ─ baking sugar cookies together : mitch marner 🛖 ─ building a gingerbread house together : arber xhekaj ✨ ─ putting the christmas decorations up on november first : quinn hughes ⛄ ─ having a snow day together : william nylander 🎄 ─ leaving the christmas lights up until january : jack hughes ⛸️ ─ going outdoor skating together : matthew tkachuk 👚 ─ go on a date in matching christmas sweaters : auston matthews 🏔️ ─ going back home with them : nico hischier 🌨️ ─ getting caught in a snow storm : jamie drysdale 🌿 ─ kiss under the mistletoe : brendan brisson 🎥 ─ spend the day watching christmas movies : luke hughes 💃 ─ dance in the middle of the night to christmas music : mat barzal 🌲─ decorate the tree together : anthony beauvillier ❄️ ─ go to the winter festival together : braden schneider

tagging some moots below the cut to boost <3

@cherrysodadevils , @cuttergauthier , @hischierdevils , @bradenschneider , @svechnikovvv , @hockeyboysarehot , @moldenhauers , @eminems-skittles , @starry-hughes , @jimothystu , @lifeofpriya , @lam-ila , @waveridersunflower , @babydollmarauders , @starsandhughes , @hischierhaze , @matthewkniesys , @luvhughes43 , @whatashameshespuckedinthehead , @lvrzegras <33

[lightsoutmatthews]

hi lovely! i need some angst in my life lol can you please do william nylander breaks up with reader for literally the stupidest reason and then realizes his mega mistake a little later and tries to win her back

I debated so much with myself if this should be a happy ending or not because you didn´t say what you wanted and now I hope you´re happy regardless 😂

What was I thinking – William Nylander

You knew something was off the second William walked into the apartment. He wasn’t talking. Not like he normally did. No casual joke, no teasing kiss on your cheek, no annoyed muttering about Toronto traffic. Not one word about how practice went when he was usually raving on about something hilarious Mitch did or what kind of “insane goal” he scored on Joseph or Anthony. 

It was just silence after the door shut down behind him with a quiet click.

You looked up from the couch, your laptop on your lap, the spreadsheet you were looking at uninteresting within seconds.

“Hey,” you greeted him. “Practice go okay?”

He dropped his keys into the ceramic dish near the door, a gift from you a few months ago because he told you he kept misplacing his them, then toed off his sneakers a little too aggressively.

“Yeah. Fine.”

That wasn’t a good sign, but you weren’t sure if it was something that happened at practiced that bothered him or if it was something else.

You closed your laptop slowly. “Okay. So, what´s up?” you questioned carefully.

He didn’t answer right away. Just walked past you into the kitchen, opened the fridge and stared at it like he had forgotten what food even was.

After a few seconds, he shut the door without grabbing anything and leaned on the counter, arms folded.

“I´ve been thinking,” he started slowly.

You stood up, your stomach tight. “Okay…?” you replied. “About what exactly?”

“This isn’t working anymore.”

For a second, you actually laughed. It was too abrupt, too ridiculous to even consider. “What?”

“You and me. I don’t think it is working anymore,” he repeated.

Your heart dropped straight into your stomach. “You´re joking.”

William didn’t meet your eyes. “I´m serious, I wouldn’t joke about stuff like that.” The seriousness in his tone dropped your heart a little more.

There was no warning. No fight. No growing distance. You literally had dinner two nights ago and talked about going to Sweden together in the summer. “Why?” you breathed out. “What the hell are you talking about, William?” The use of his full name made him flinch.

He ran a hand through his hair, that nervous tic you had learned to recognize early on. “I don’t know, I just… every time I come home, I feel like I can´t breathe. It´s too much. You always want to talk, you´re always asking me about how I feel, what I want, what I´m thinking. I don’t get space around here.”

You stared at him, trying to make sense of that supposed explanation. “You´re breaking up with me because I care about you?” you huffed.

“I didn’t say you didn’t,” his jaw tightened. “I just think maybe we´re too different. Like maybe we´re not compatible, you know?”

You felt like the wind had been knocked out of you. “You´ve been with me for a year and a half and you´re only just realizing that now?”

“I don’t know,” he snapped. “I´m just telling you how I feel.”

“No, you´re saying something and not backing it up with anything real,” you shot back. “You said practice was fine, what actually happened?” you pressed, still trying to make sense of him.

He opened his mouth, then closed it again a few seconds later.

“I´m not stupid, William. You´re not like this unless something else is going on. You don’t just bail on people you love because they ask you how you´re doing,” you argued.

“I just don’t think this is heathy for me right now,” he said, voice flat. “With my career, and all, I can´t do this.”

And just like that, he turned and walked out of the kitchen. And a minute later, the front door opened, then closed.

You stood there for a long time, processing, trying to make sense of what just happened.

Then you started crying, out of confusion, frustration and most of all heartbreak.

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Two weeks later

William wasn’t doing great.

He was sleeping like crap, eating even worse. On the ice, he was going through motions, did his job, acting like he was supposed to, but off it? He was a mess.

He was crashing at Auston´s, who hadn’t really said anything, just gave him a look that said, “you better figure your shit out fast.”

The thing was, William hadn’t even meant to break up with you.

That sounded insane, even in his own head but it was true. It was like something just short-circuited in his brain. Practice that day had been brutal. His like had been off, Craig had been on him when he was usually leaving him alone most of the time, and when the media started poking about his “consistency” it just built and built until he walked through the door and…

BOOM.

He felt overwhelmed and you were there, ready to talk to him, ready to listen and for some reason his idiot brain interpreted that as “suffocating” instead of the thing he always used to appreciate the most.

He had hurt you. For you reason. No good one, anyway.

The worst part? You hadn’t texted. Not once. He kept checking his phone even though he knew you wouldn’t. At the same time, he sure as hell couldn’t reach out until he had something more to say than “I was being stupid”.

So, he sat with it. Let it eat him form the inside.

Until finally, Auston sat down across from him on the couch and asked, “You good?”

“No,” he answered honestly.

Auston paused the game they had started playing after dinner. “Are you gonna finally tell me why you broke up with her?”

William didn’t answer.

“Because, like, not that I don’t enjoy having your company, but you´re moping around my place like a depressed teenager and you´re not even playing well enough to justify it.”

William scowled. “Thanks.”

“I mean it,” Auston said, leaning forward. “What did she do? Cheat on you? Lie to you?”

“No, nothing,” William sighed.

“Then why did you do it?” Auston pressed.

“I don’t know. I panicked. I got overwhelmed with all the shit that was going on that day, and I said some stuff I didn’t even mean.”

“So, fix it, you idiot.” Auston said, rolling his eyes.

William robbed his face with both hands, if it only would be that easy. “What if she doesn’t want to hear from me?”

Auston huffed. “Well, then that´s what you deserve but you should at least try.”

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Three weeks post breakup

You hadn’t cried in five days.

A small victory, considering the first week you couldn’t go two hours without falling apart. But you were healing now. Slowly.

You weren’t trying to understand it anymore.

William had said it wasn’t working, out of nowhere, without warning and now you had to deal with the reality that he hadn’t fought for you. That he had rather walked away instead.

Even though it still hurt like hell, you were working through it. You had even started telling your friends not to bring him up anymore.

And then, of course, the text came.

His contact name stung in your eyes. You couldn’t bring yourself to completely delete his number, but changing “Will 💕” to “William Nylander” hurt and reading the changed name now, hurt even more.

William Nylander: Hey. I know I´m probably the last person you want to hear from, but I really need to talk to you. Please.

You stared at the message for a long time. Then locked your phone. Unlocked it again a minute later.

You shouldn’t respond, you really shouldn’t.

But you did.

I What could you possibly have to say that you couldn’t have said before you broke my heart?

It was a low blow, but he deserved it.

His answer came within seconds.

William Nylander: I was wrong. I´m not asking to forgive me right away, but please, let me explain.

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You agreed to meet in a public place. Just in case you needed to walk away.

He said you should decide so, you chose the small coffee shop around the corner from your new building. It was quiet and familiar. Safe.

He was already sitting at a table when you got there. Hoodie, hat pulled low. He looked like he hadn’t been sleeping.

You didn’t sit right away. Rather stood next to the table, shooting him a glance. “You´ve got five minutes,” you said.

He stood up immediately, “I deserve that.”

You crossed your arms. “So, talk.”

William nodded and took a breath before he spoke. “I made a mistake. A huge one.”

You rolled your eyes in annoyance. “Yeah, I got that part.”

He flinched a little at your harsh words but nodded again before he continued. “I was stressed. Like, really stressed. With the team, the media, everything piled on top of me. And then I came home, and you were being you. Kind and present and you wanted to make sure if I was okay. instead of being grateful like I should have been, I told myself I was being smothered.”

You shook your head in disbelief. “Because I asked you how you were doing.”

He let out a loud sigh. “I know. It was dumb but I didn’t even realize how messed up it was until you were gone, and I kept looking for you and you weren’t three anymore. I just panicked that day and then I took it out on you.”

You finally sat, slowly. And you could immediately see that the tension left his body. “Why did you say it then?”

“Because I didn’t even understand what I was feeling. I lashed out and for that I am sorry.”

You were quiet for a long moment, carefully considering what you would say next. “You really hurt me.”

“I know.”

“I trusted you. I thought we were building something solid, we were one and a half years in and then one bad week and you ran,” you explained to him.

He swallowed hard. “I´m not proud of it.”

“Do you even want to be with me? Our are you just here because you´re lonely?”

That punched him straight in the gut. Hard. You saw it in his face.

“I want to be with you,” he immediately answered. “Because I miss the way you make me feel. I miss you laugh. I miss talking to you. I miss how you see through my crap but most of all I miss you. Not because I´m lonely. God knows I bothered Auston way too much since that day. I want to be with you because I was better with you in any aspect.”

You blinked, fighting back emotion, while trying to figure out what to say to that. “You broke up with me because I care too much, William. That´s basically what you said to me that day.”

“No, I broke up with you because I didn’t know how to accept that kind of care and that’s on me. You didn’t do anything wrong. You gave me more than what I deserved that day.”

Another pause.

“And what happens the next time you get overwhelmed?” you questioned. “Are you going to leave again? Because I won´t be able to go through that again, ever.”

“No,” he replied. “Because I´ve been talking to someone. A therapist. I should´ve done it a long time ago so I asked some of the guys who are already doing it for help and recommendations. I´m trying to be better. I want to be better.”

You looked at him, really looked, for the first time since entering the coffee shop.

“You´re not getting off easy,” you said finally. “You´re going to have to earn this back, and it is going to take time.”

He nodded. “I know. I´ll do whatever it takes, I promise.”

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Three months later

He kept his word.

There were no grand gestures. No dramatic Instagram posts with love declarations or public apologies. Just consistent effort. Showing up. Listening. Talking things through. Therapy. Space when you needed it and accountability when it mattered.

You didn’t make it easy for him, but he never asked for easy. He never complained either.

Somewhere along the way, you started smiling again when you saw his name on your phone and “William Nylander” was changed back to “Will 💕”.

Then, eventually you let him back into your home and a little later, into your heart.

Because some mistakes are stupid, but some people really do learn from them. You experienced it yourself and sometimes, that makes all the difference.

[couldawouldashoulda50]

Between Two Brothers....What Goes on in the Med... PART ONE

Alex Nylander + fem!reader + William Nylander

TW and Other Notes here

One last beach break in Barcelona before your summer contract on a superyacht—where bikinis give way to board shorts and dress whites.

After a rousing game of beach volleyball turns into a magnetic encounter with Alex Nylander—and later, his older brother William—you find yourself craving something unexpected.

Easy banter. Spanish music and wine. And the growing realization that these two aren’t like anyone you’ve met before.

This isn’t about scandal. It’s about trust, heat, and curiosity… and what happens when you stop wondering what if—and start considering why not.

Warnings - 18+ONLY - Explicit themes, drinking, swearing, conversations about threesomes, sharing partners

Word count - approx 6.4k

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June, 2024

“Jesus—c’mon, Al! You’re supposed to get the ball over the net!” you call out, cupping your hands around your mouth.

Alex Nylander, standing about eight feet to your left, rolls his eyes and scoffs with a grin. For having just met, he’s taking your chirps all in stride.

He makes a perfect serve—only if the object of the game was to gift the opponents an easy point.

Thankfully, the girl on the opposing team that could’ve easily scored from that soft serve had her eyes on her muscle-bound teammate, making her flub the shot.

You go over and give Alex a high-five. “Fuckin’ lucky with that one, Al - caught her daydreaming,” you smile.

Alex scoffs once again - as if to say “Here we go”.

“It’s Al-ex - not Al…or you can call me Nyles,” he grins.

You can tell he likes your banter - likes the challenge of you.

You roll your eyes. “Bro—I’ll call you Daddy if you manage to harden up that serve, at least have it match the rest of you.”

The smile he flashed you was a mix of sin, innocence, intrigue, and cockiness. He just shook his head, spun the ball lazily in his hands, and flipped down his sunglasses.

Fuck, Al’s looking fine, you thought as your eyes scanned his body. The sheen of sweat on his back and chest definitely woke your clitoris up.

Incidentally, Alex was thinking the very same thing about you, watching as you defended your court valiantly, setting him up for a triumphant spike to win the set.

It was clear after that second set, only one party on the opposing team was interested in continuing. The female player opposite you hollered that she had to leave, her male teammate throwing up his hands in frustration before offering you and Alex high-fives for a good game.

Just as Alex was posturing to ask if you wanted to hang out for a drink, three men approached you both.

Alex smiled and immediately switched to Swedish, chatting with the group—none of which you could understand.

All of them were attractive, but Alex... Alex stood out. And the one guy he was speaking to the most? Devastatingly good-looking.

Once introductions were made, you settled in comfortably, to the point of effortlessly, amongst the four strangers. It was part of your personality - the ease with which you were able to hang with the boys and then glam it up with the girls. The experience you gained from your occupation as deck hand - most recently on super yachts, which is largely male dominated position - only furthered that comfortability.

As you sat in the shade of the large white umbrellas, one drink soon turned into three, and the conversation flowed like a water drop weaving down glass. You’d learned that Alex and William were brothers, both professional hockey players—one in Toronto, the other in Columbus. The other two men, Viktor and Micke, never played professionally themselves, but were long-time friends from Stockholm.

You didn’t know anything about hockey—other than it involved ice, long sticks, and a round black disc thing that could remove adult teeth faster than any dentist.

But damn—if these were the kind of men who played, maybe it was time to start watching.

Viktor apparently had an endless list of questions for you—everything from a typical workday to the largest boat you’d ever worked on. As you answered, you found yourself sharing extra little details, painting a fuller picture of yourself.

Kind of like a little fishing expedition—seeing which details garnered a response and which ones didn’t. Like the time some high-profile footballers went on a three-day bender on their charter. Or the celebrities who pretended to be foodies on their preference sheets but then requested Cheerios for breakfast and chicken nuggets for lunch.

Like the fact you’d been single... for a while now.

Alex certainly seemed interested in that last detail, leaning in with a grin, while William, quieter but equally intrigued, smiled at you with every response.

You were a little surprised when William asked you where “home” was. You always felt your Australian accent was reasonably recognizable, but Jesus—obvious or not, the Swede was disarming enough that you’d probably give him your date of birth and bank account number too.

Both brothers expressed a keen interest in visiting Australia. Alex even asked if he could convince you to travel there with him as his private tour guide.

“Ooof—Al, you two blokes let loose down there? You’d leave me for dust and find some other bird to cart you around,” you deadpanned.

“Fuck that—there’s spiders the size of one of those yachts you work on, aren’t there?” He took a swig of his drink, adding wryly, “You look like you could protect me. I’m not leaving your side... like, ever,” Alex grinned.

You nodded along. “Yeah—well... the spiders are one thing, but it’s the kangas you have to watch out for. They’ll take one look at you and bash those gorgeous faces of yours in with one jump kick.”

The guys all laughed. William shook some ice cubes loose in his glass, tipping it slightly as he glanced at you. “On second thought, maybe we’ll just get you to give us a tour of some nice spots here in Barcelona, if you know any.”

You feigned a little bit of shyness—just a touch. It wasn’t just the way William looked at you. His brother had a similar gaze, like you were literally the only girl in all of Spain that existed.

“I can definitely give recommendations,” you said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Depends, really, on what you’re all in the mood for.”

Alex failed miserably at stifling a smile. He certainly caught a whiff of a possible innuendo in your words.

The handsome Swede lightly tapped your hand. “How about we go explore a little—you can point out some spots... Willy has to go back for his nap anyway.”

You glanced at William. If he thought you were going to chirp him, he’d be dead wrong.

Smiling softly, you said “Fuck—don’t blame you one bit.” Yoi glanced back towards Alex with a cheeky smirk. “Bed sounds pretty good to me right now too.”

—

After leaving William, Viktor, and Micke, you and Alex stepped out from the shade of the canopy into the warm Barcelona afternoon. You’d offered to show Alex a few hidden gems of the city—and he was more than willing to follow your lead.

The two of you wandered along the waterfront, away from the port, the distant sounds of music and laughter fading behind you. His easy confidence made it feel like you’d known him far longer than just a couple of hours.

As you walked, he gestured toward a sleek, sail-shaped building rising over the water—the W Barcelona hotel. “That’s where we’re staying,” he said, a hint of pride in his voice.

You glanced toward the sail-shaped building as Alex pointed it out, a little grin tugging at your lips. “Not bad…very, very nice…,” you nodded. “I’ve heard about the interior,” you said, sheltering your eyes from the sun as you looked back toward the hotel. “Lots of circles, right? But I’ve never gotten the chance to actually see it for myself.”

“I could take you to the rooftop bar if you want? I’d show you our suite but Willy’s…you know…” Alex casually bumped your elbow.

You tried not to smile. “Big brother’s cock blocking you.”

Alex laughed—by this point, you’d heard both brothers chuckle, and it was safe to say their unique brand of laughter had already endeared them to you.

But then he, with a bashful shrug, admitted that more often than not—in the hockey world, anyway—it was William who drew the initial attention. Attention Alex didn’t mind benefiting from, often meeting more women because of it.

You caught the exact undertones of Alex’s comments.

“Ah, so you’re deep into your slut phase then? And no judgment from me, either. Good on ya’. You only live this life once.”

You paused for a beat, giving him a playful once-over.

“And besides, seems like you’re doing just fine out here in the real world—you could easily land five birds on that beach with that ass alone.”

You weren’t above giving Alex a boost, especially after he’d exposed a rare vulnerability about himself.

Alex leaned in closer. “I’m more interested in badass Aussie girls right now than any of those birds on the beach.”

Fuck, this guy just made you blush. Goddammit, you thought.

You raised your eyebrow and bit your lip. “Jesus—Swedes are more talented than I thought,” you smiled, teasingly fanning yourself.

Alex leaned in further, gently clasping your hand and pulling you closer to him. “Oh—I’d love to show you how far our talents go.”

But you couldn’t quite let him have his moment. You glided your hand up his forearm, teasingly. “Let’s just hope you rise above your volleyball game… I don’t want to get stuck doing all the work again.”

Alex let his head fall backward, definitely amused in his mock defeat.

All you wanted was to kiss that man’s neck.

Oooof—and really, the desire to kiss the hardness in his shorts was a tantalizing idea too. But you were so gifted at keeping a cocky man guessing that you held back. A girl’s gotta have some strategy. Some leverage.

You let him kiss you—thank god you’d discreetly popped a mint into your mouth as you walked. The spearmint taste lingered on your tongue, which Alex was quick to notice. He moaned into your mouth because of it.

Fuck, he knows how to kiss.

If he had merely woken up your clitoris earlier, there was a full-on rave happening between your legs now—just from the feel and taste of his mouth. Pulsating beats included.

You slipped your tongue softly against his with the most subtle flick. Alex’s response was to press his erection against the flimsy material of your bikini wrap. There was next to nothing between you.

The kiss was getting heated—almost dizzying.

Alex broke from the kiss but kept his hands firmly around your waist. “I’ve actually got my own room in the suite—we could… technically… y’know…” He nodded towards the hotel.

You smiled. “How about this—”

Your hand ran down his broad chest. “You let me go home—let me have a little disco nap—and then we could maybe meet up for drinks later?”

Alex thought about it, his hands sinking lower from your waist to your hips. “Dinner… how about late dinner and drinks?”

You smiled through the word “Okay,” biting your lip to quell the giant smile threatening to break free.

Alex didn’t try to hide his sweet grin as he noticed you blushing a little. As a matter of fact, his cheeks would have been almost crimson if his tan didn’t cover up the color. “Really? So… maybe we meet at like 8:00? Should I come and get you?”

“Awh—that’s really lovely, but I’ve got my chariot a little ways over there… my little Vespa. Or I’ll Uber it - one of the two.”

Alex leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on your cheek. “Okay—I’d tell you to be careful going home, but I’m worried you’d kick my ass and call me soft,” he teased.

You rolled your eyes. “Just because I could kick your ass doesn’t mean I would… and just because I can be one of the boys doesn’t mean I don’t like being treated like a woman… so thank you, Al—” you paused, a smirk spreading across your face, “—ex, Nyles… very handsome Swedish guy…”

You kissed his cheek in the same manner as he kissed yours.

“DM me the spot—and just do me a solid… if you change your mind, just use those big rocks of yours,” your eyes dropped toward his hard-on, “and just tell me, okay playa?”

Alex’s mouth fell open a little at the playful dig. “Awh—I’m not a player… not that type anyway…”

You cocked your head to the side. “Mmm—we’ll see… I get a feeling you’re every type of player. But I don’t mind. It’d be your loss if you stood me up.”

You winked at him, running your hand down his chest before turning and walking away.

You could feel his gaze burning into you—zeroed in on your ass, no doubt—but you didn’t bother turning around to check.

Alex watched you disappear around the corner, exhaling a quiet, amused breath. Of all the girls he’d met in recent memory, you were something else entirely—someone who could stroke his ego and put him in his place without a second thought.

He wondered what other talents he might uncover of yours that evening. He knew he wanted to find out more before you had to go back to the yacht life.

—

The villa you called home for a few days was a friend of a friend of a friend’s—though the connection didn’t really matter. It was perfectly sized for one, and centrally located to everything that captured your interest.

You dropped your beach bag in the small laundry alcove and peeled off your bikini. Sleek and sporty, it was one of your favourites. Then again, you never wore anything for second looks—even if you got plenty, from both men and women.

As you showered, your mind wandered back to meeting Alex earlier that day. You and that bikini—once again, a deadly combination. You remembered the second, third, and fourth glances he gave you as you passed by his lounge chair. He didn’t bother hiding it either. He thought you were a stunner, sure, but he wasn’t a creep about it. Just a ridiculously good-looking guy who enjoyed looking at women.

You weren’t even sure why you’d called out to him—asking him to be your volleyball partner, no less—but by the time the two of you reached the beach courts, it was already on. Verbal jousting. Easy chemistry. A little (or a lot) of harmless flirtation.

Truth be told, you were hoping for some kind of release before heading into the thick of your season. In just two days, you’d be back on the yacht. From then on, it would be nothing but guest preference sheets, itineraries, long hours, and the usual dance of politely dodging the drunk flirtations of entitled rich men who always found a reason to ogle you when you bent over. Or worse—the occasional deckhand with a fragile ego, threatened by your work ethic and professionalism, making an already demanding job even harder.

You’d developed your own personal credo over the years: no hookups between the first and last voyage. A few hard lessons early in your career—and plenty of secondhand cringe from messy situationships—taught you the value of boundaries. And no one worth breaking that rule had come along in a while.

You weren’t some insatiable, boy-crazy little thing anymore—not by a long shot. You’d scratched plenty of itches in your time. These days, it was quality over quantity. Men who could keep up without acting like they owned you afterward.

So yeah—maybe you were crossing your fingers just a little. Hoping Alex might be the one to help you scratch that itch. And if it wasn’t going to be him… well, as mildly disappointing as that might be, his brother wasn’t exactly hard to look at either.

They both oozed confidence—swagger came naturally to the Nylander brothers—but William had a different kind of energy. He seemed genuinely laid-back. Chill. The kind of guy you could actually have a real conversation with—if you could avoid getting rattled by his good looks long enough to form a coherent sentence.

Suddenly exhausted, you slipped between the sheets for a quick nap, mentally flipping through your wardrobe—picking out outfits that might just entice a certain boy—as you drifted off to sleep.

Meanwhile, back at the hotel, Alex was stretched out on his bed, blackout curtains drawn to block the afternoon sun. His skin was sun-kissed and warm, and he absentmindedly scratched his nails across his chest, punctuated by a wide yawn.

He closed his eyes and—of course—pictured you. That fucking bikini. Just the memory made something stir.

With a sigh, he flipped his phone in his hand, unlocking it with a lazy swipe. He’d already scrolled through your Instagram once, but if he was going to let his imagination run wild while falling asleep… he figured a little refresher couldn’t hurt.

He smiled to himself. You were definitely different.

Photos of you on a sport fishing boat, holding your own. Another of your face lit by a campfire, you and your friends blowing kisses at the camera. You in a long, flowing gown at what looked like a seriously elegant wedding.

But in every picture, there was something unmistakable—that air about you. Cheeky. Independent. Fun. Flirty and confident.

Sure, there were the cliché adjectives: badass. Girl boss. Snipe show.

Alex flipped his phone screen-side down and slid it to the far side of the bed— the side he hoped you’d fill later that night.

Sweaty, panting, and totally wrecked.

—

Carpe Diem was truly a place that filled one’s senses. Plush daybeds lined with large cushions for comfort and style, dimmed golden lights, exotic statues and large potted trees throughout the restaurant. After midnight, it transitioned into a popular nightclub with deep house music reverberating off the walls like a pulse.

You arrived at 8:00 sharp, dressed in a pretty white knit halter dress that clung in all the right places. The fabric was light and soft against your skin that had it’s healthy tan restored from a day at the beach. You actually felt fantastic in it - radiant, even. And seemingly the crowd saw it too as you walked just behind the hostess towards Alex’s table. Getting double takes from the rest of the patrons mattered little to you - because at that moment, you held the focus of the handsome Swede in front of you.

“Wow,” he said, standing up from the low-slung table they’d reserved. “I wasn’t sure you could out-do how you looked in that bikini…..I stand corrected.”

You grinned, slipping into the seat beside him. “You clean up pretty well yourself there, Nyles.”

Alex kissed you on the cheek, the heat betraying your otherwise calm exterior.

As the server approached, Alex leaned closer. “Tonight’s my treat since you paid for our drinks at the bar.”

You leaned against him a little more. “That was my way of saying that you really were pretty fantastic at beach volleyball. But shhh….don’t tell anyone I said that.”

“Ooohhhh - you’re getting soft….,” Alex teased. “I do still like those bad girl chirps you make….I need a girl that can put me in my place,” he purred.

“Nyles….I don’t just put men in their place….I make them sit and stay for as long as I want. Obedience always gets rewarded in my books.”

Alex wasn’t necessarily looking for any long term love, but in that moment, he fucking adored you.

As the meal and drinks continued, the banter ranged from light and flirty to naughty and teasing. The food—fresh seafood paired with Spanish wine - alongside your laughter and attraction made getting to know each other that much more enjoyable….easy even. You asked questions that peeled back his surface: his family, his start in hockey, growing up and being on the move if his NHL dad was traded. It then flowed into what he missed about Sweden when he was in North America. He was animated, opinionated, funny.

He was equally intrigued with your story. The places you’ve been, the people you’ve met.

He seemed to love the tiny bit of gossip surrounding that footballers gangbang that you had all but witnessed.

Eventually, you leaned in slightly, resting your chin on your hand. “So… I have to ask. Four men on vacation together in Barcelona? That’s a telling sign of some good natured debauchery and hedonism, yeah?” You leaned back in your chair, your eyes fully focused on Alex’s face. “I’ve worked enough charters in the summer months to know what four hot studs on the loose usually means.”

Alex smirked over his wine glass. “Is that right?”

“Oh yeah,” you nodded. “I think I’ve seen it all. It’s always the guys in matching linen shirts, eye fucking all the ladies that want a naughty, hot summer fling in the Med.”

He laughed, looking down at his Prada button down shirt. “Well, it’s hard for the boys to not want to copy me but I’ll guarantee we’re not wearing matching shirts…we’re not total douches.”

“But you are on the prowl for some….female company, right?” You licked your lips, stifling a smile. “Asking for a friend.”

Alex flirtatiously countered. “Not just any female…but yeah, I see someone I like, I’m going to shoot my shot, y’know?”

You tilted your head, your expression playfully challenging towards him. “You being Swedish, a pro athlete… charming, very handsome… you’ve only got your eye on one lady at a time? I was sort of assuming you’re looking to entertain….multiples….”

Alex blushed. Actually blushed. He took a sip of wine to buy time, smiling sheepishly, eyes flicking toward a woman in the distance inhaling from a hookah.

His silence was all the confirmation you needed.

“Mmhmm.” You arched your brow. “Didn’t even need a verbal answer.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “God - you are a….wow….handful, aren’t you. I don’t need multiples of anything when I’m with a fucking firecracker.” He took another long sip of wine. “Alright… what about you? Ever… more than one guy? Or maybe been a guest star in a a little m-f-f?”

Your lips curved into a slow grin. “No, I haven’t,” you said smoothly. “But if I had a bucket list—and I might—a little m-f-m would definitely be in the top five on that list.”

Alex raised his eyebrows, fully understanding the implied acronyms.

You leaned in, voice lower now. “I once walked in on a charter guest getting absolutely ravished by two absolute units in the hot tub on the upper deck. One had her legs in the air, the other was behind her, and the look on her face—pure ecstasy. It was… hmmm…inspiring to say the least.”

Alex coughed and reached for his wine again. “Sounds… .”

“Like a normal date night for you?” you laughed. Alex covered his face, his cheeks turning beet red.

“But it was…unforgettable,” you said dryly. “Let’s just say the mental images have made me into a little pervert….but they’ve been enough to help me keep my legs closed for entire charter seasons. Weeks turning into months with no…..y’know….”

Alex’s expression was a perfect cocktail of intrigue, arousal, and pure disbelief.

“I don’t know whether to be intimidated….hmmm…weeks and months, eh?” he said with a laugh.

“Gird your loins, player,” you purred. “After all, isn’t this dinner is for just for politeness before engaging in more elicit activities?”

You clinked glasses and smiled.

Because you both knew exactly how this night was going to end and Alex loved the kind of trouble you might be offering.

—

As the minutes turned into hours, you seemingly blinked and the cozy vibes of the restaurant had transformed into a full-scale cosmopolitan nightclub. The lighting from the elaborate chandeliers gave off almost a burnt orange hue, while the neon tubing surrounding the strategically placed signage glowed softly in darkened corners. The music seamlessly transitioned into a more seductive genre, the reverb from the bassline could be felt even under the floor and beyond the ceiling. The room began to fill to capacity with bronzed, beautiful bodies ready to dance the night away, leaving their inhibitions behind.

The two private daybeds, snagged by William when he, Viktor and Micke casually rolled in around 10:00 were separated by gauzy curtains, offering just enough illusion of privacy. From your perch beside Alex, you could still hear the flirtatious hum of laughter and low conversation coming from the other side of the curtain.

Viktor and Micke were definitely making friends. The curtains rustled every now and then, giving you and Alex brief glances of multiple long legs crossed, designer heeled sandals, bodies swaying to the mix of house fused with Catalan flair. William had drifted between the curtain, occasionally sipping something dark and expensive as he made casual small talk with a girl that seemed to be hovering around a table nearby—a pretty brunette in a strapless silk dress who clearly was very into him.

You and Alex were tucked into your corner, stretched out comfortably across the white cushions, people-watching and quietly vibing. His hand rested against your bare thigh. You leaned into his shoulder with an easy smile, a little buzzed, both of you feeling so relaxed in each other’s company.

Alex kissed you softly, the feel of his lips drawing a quiet moan only he could hear. His hand traveled slowly up your outer thigh, gathering the fabric of your dress as he went. He stopped just high enough to make you clench your pussy in anticipation—his touch dangerously close, but the hem still low enough to keep the apex of your thighs hidden from view.

You dragged your thumb across the distinct pout of his bottom lip.

“This place—daybeds, liquor, some well-placed Flamenco… could get pretty dangerous in here.”

Alex grinned.

“En gruppsex—it’s had to have happened here at least once…”

You laughed and kissed his jawline, as if you were silently telling him him speaking Swedish was a total turn on.

You purred. “Well….not my style….not tonight, anyway.” You nudged him with a wink.

Alex answered with a flurry of kisses near your ear, making you squeal.

God, he made you throb.

Then you noticed William in the distance.

His body was angled toward the brunette beside him, but his eyes were doing something else entirely—he subtly craned his head and locked eyes with Alex. His expression hovered somewhere between panic and exhaustion. He didn’t say a word, but Alex read the look immediately.

A silent exchange unfolded: You need to help me. Bro, 911.

Alex squeezed your leg and sat up.

“Be right back,” he murmured in your ear, pressing a kiss to your temple as he stood and stretched.

You watched, amused, as he casually made his way over to his brother like a man on a secret mission. Whatever he said, it worked. The brunette’s brows pulled together in a pouty protest, but William was already retreating—head down, moving behind the gauzy curtains toward your corner.

Alex chatted to Micke briefly before heading to the washroom. William, in turn, dropped onto the daybed beside you, exhaling hard and tossing back the rest of his drink. He winced.

“Trouble?” you asked, sipping your own cocktail, amused.

William huffed a laugh. “Yeah, well… she was fine. Until she wasn’t. Said something that gave me… really weird vibes.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Like a Stage 5 clinger?”

He turned his head, smirking. “That’s from… that movie. Vince Vaughn…”

“Wedding Crashers,” you supplied, grinning.

He laughed—genuinely this time. “Yeah. That’s it. She went from sorta hot and flirty to ‘Oh my God don't ever leave me…cause I'd fiiiind you’ in like, under ten minutes.”

You snorted, covering your mouth with your hand at his high-pitch voice as he mimicked “Gloria”, the unhinged character from the movie.

“That was stellar…sorry about your luck though….,” you said between giggles.

William shook his head, chuckling too. “No, no—laugh it up.”

He stretched out beside you, noticeably looser than before. Gone was slightly intense, older-brother-on-alert posture from earlier. Now, he just seemed like a guy—laid-back, amused, and thankful after dodging a bullet.

William glanced back at you, his eyes lingering like he had a lot of questions to ask but was unsure what to lead off with.

“So, when did you say you had to be back to work?” William asked, as he poured a finger-high drink.

You lifted your wrist and glanced at your watch. It was a delicate time-piece with a gold bracelet, given to you by your father. It was a family heirloom, originally worn by his grandmother and had been given to you as you exuded so much of her adventurous and stoic characteristics.

It looked stunning against your tan, and it had definitely caught William’s eye.

“Thirty-six hours, give or take,” you replied with a soft smile that soon turned cheeky. “Don’t worry, I’m not even a Stage 1 clinger. Nyles will be back on the market by tomorrow,” you teased.

William laughed, then gestured toward your wrist.

“Can I see that?” he asked, already leaning in.

His hand brushed yours at first, but as he examined the watch more closely, he let your wrist rest gently in his palm.

William definitely had a way with the ladies. If your pulse didn’t quicken under the weight of that look—someone should probably check for vital signs. You might be legally dead. Or, at the very least, in a coma.

Alex returned and without missing a beat, stepped across the cushions and slid back in next to you. William had already let go of your wrist before Alex returned, but the imprint of his touch lingered—subtle, yet enough to make you more aware of him. Not as just Alex’s brother, but as a man. Alex really was more your speed but William was just as enjoyable to joke around with. He certainly was just as easy on the eyes.

The brothers briefly talked Swedish over top your head, just out of habit, and were quick to apologize and switch to English. Alex filled you and William on the status of Viktor and Micke and the mix of girls coming and going on the other side of the curtain.

“We might have to check and make sure they survived - I counted about seven girls that seemed to be raring to go back to their suite,” Alex quipped.

You looked at Alex, your eyes widening somewhat. “Ugh - I feel bad for the housekeepers that have to clean up that room,” you smirked. “Actually - been there….full HAZMAT suit and two foot tongs to discard of the towels and sheets.”

Alex laughed and William grimaced with the thought as he slid off the cushions. “Be right back,” he said as he disappeared behind the curtain.

For a fleeting moment, there was something that felt so good being sat between the Nylander brothers. You definitely felt more of a connection with Alex but William’s presence oddly enhanced it more.

Alex passed a bottle of water to you at your request - you were buzzed and in that perfect state of feeling really good but being in total control of yourself.

Alex asked when you wanted to head back to the hotel. Your body gave an immediate answer—tightening with want, heat blooming low in your belly. If your pussy could talk, it would’ve said immediately. Possibly sooner.

A seductive smile bloomed across your lips. “I’m ready whenever you are.”

Alex kissed you before shifting to give you a hand helping you off the daybed.

Alex guided you from behind, his hands on your hips as you and he approached William, Viktor and Micke.

“We’re heading out - you okay?” Alex asked William.

William flashed a knowing grin at you both. “Oh, yeah…just assessing some options…,” he replied before saying “I’ll try not to disturb you two when I come in” in Swedish.

William leaned in a gave you a kiss on the cheek before you waved to Micke and Viktor, and walked off with Alex.

You looked back at William - it’s not that you felt bad for him…you knew he had a ton of options but somehow he looked like he’d seen it all already and there was nothing left that excited him.

Alex followed your gaze to where his brother stood, slightly off to the side as he looked around the club. ““He’s… considering whether to let his cock rest for the night or give it one last hurrah.” Alex leaned in, mouth by your ear. “If he doesn’t find anyone, he might just go back and… you know… sort himself out.”

You replayed the moment of how it felt when you were between the brothers on the daybed. You wasn’t sure what intrigued you more—Alex’s sharpened charm or the idea of experiencing the cool mystery behind his brother, but the thought of Alex and William taking the lead with you in the bedroom nearly took your breath away.

As you and Alex slid into the backseat of the Uber, the thought of experiencing both of them plagued your mind. You wanted Alex but when he mentioned that he and William had shared a woman once or twice - and remembering the look on that charter guest’s face when she was taking a breather while being spit-roasted - like Alex had said earlier, when you see something you want, you have to shoot your shot.

As the car sped along the streets dotted with overhead lights, you leaned your head on Alex’s shoulder. Then softly the question arose.

“Nyles, would you ever consider making my non-existent bucket list item a reality? With your brother as a third?”

Alex looked at you with a smirk and raised his brow.

You kissed his jawline. “And don’t think for a second I didn’t think you would be more than enough for me to handle. You absolutely are. I was just… thinking. If William doesn’t find someone else….it’s just…I doubt we’re ever going to see each other again after tomorrow, and….there’s something about you two - like I trust you guys somehow.” You kissed along his jawline once more. “I don’t know if I’ll ever have this perfect…situation again…or if I’ll even want to again.”

There’s a brief silence—Alex holding her gaze a little longer. Then:

“I really like you…and you’d still be my priority though, Nyles.”

She already had Alex when she said he would absolutely be enough…and he actually appreciated her rationale.

“You sure? I’ll text him and if he’s game…well, then he’ll be there.”

Your eyes danced with excitement - regardless of whether William showed up or not, this was going to be a memorable experience. “I like that. Leave it in the hands of fate and see what happens.”

Alex smiled, thumbs already moving. “Let’s see if fate texts back.”

[misshoneyimhome]

It’s been a while since we’ve had some Dad!Willy, and with all the recent requests, it felt like the perfect time to bring him back ❤️ So here’s a little heartwarming blurb just for you 🥰 Hope you enjoy it!

Inspired by this request

Tropes & warnings: no warnings, except once again overload cuteness! Dad!Willy x reader, toddler!Eliot, pregnant!reader

Word count: 1.1K

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Golden Hour Stroll | William Nylander

The evening air was crisp, the lingering warmth of an autumn sun casting a golden hue over the park. The sky had begun to soften into a gradient of pinks and oranges, blending seamlessly into the deepening blue of twilight. It was the kind of fall evening that made everything feel just a little more magical—just a little more peaceful.

Eliot sat content in his stroller, his little feet kicking lazily in his bright green Crocs—or his “fast shoes,” as William liked to call them. He had insisted on wearing them today, even though they weren’t exactly necessary for a walk in the stroller. But then again, he was two years old and determined to make his own fashion choices now.

Beside the stroller, William strolled along in his signature offseason fit—a loose t-shirt, tiny athletic shorts that barely reached mid-thigh (something you always teased him about), and his backward cap sitting just snug enough to let his wild curls spill out. He radiated effortless confidence, the kind that made your heart flutter despite having been together for years.

And yet, the best part wasn’t how good he looked—it was the way his hand reached down instinctively, letting Eliot grasp onto his pinky finger as they walked.

Your little boy had been reaching out for minutes, letting out soft, impatient sounds to get his dad’s attention. And as soon as William let their fingers intertwine, Eliot let out a satisfied sigh, his tiny blue eyes full of admiration as he looked up at him.

William chuckled softly, glancing down at him. “Ah, so now you want to hold my hand, huh?”

Eliot nodded dramatically, gripping tighter, and William’s heart completely melted.

You watched them from beside the stroller, one hand resting over your growing belly. A soft smile played on your lips as you took in the moment—your two favorite people in the world, perfectly in sync.

“Look at you,” you teased lightly, bumping your elbow against William’s arm. “Dad of the Year.”

William smirked, giving Eliot’s little hand another squeeze. “Obviously,” he said, flashing you a playfully smug look. “The guy’s obsessed with me.”

At that, Eliot babbled something unintelligible but nodded as if he completely agreed.

You rolled your eyes, unable to contain your laughter. “I think he just doesn’t want to let you out of his sight. He knows you’re a flight risk.”

William gasped dramatically. “A flight risk?” He looked at Eliot. “You hear that, bud? Mom doesn’t trust me.”

Eliot, ever the daddy’s boy, scrunched his face in dramatic offense.

You smirked, placing both hands on your baby bump, your growing belly already making evening walks slightly more exhausting than you wanted to admit. “Well, considering you tried to convince me to take tequila shots in Saint Tropez two summers ago while we were trying for this one—” you nodded toward your belly, “—yeah, I think I have a pretty solid case.”

William chuckled, shaking his head as his hand instinctively found your belly, rubbing slow, affectionate circles over the fabric of your sweater. “Hey, I didn’t know we’d actually get lucky that fast,” he defended. “Besides, tequila shots? That was before you were officially pregnant. And we were celebrating.”

You rolled your eyes again, but you leaned into his touch anyway, heart warming at the way he cradled your growing bump so naturally.

“Still,” you hummed, nudging him again. “Not exactly father of the year behavior.”

William scoffed, switching his grip on Eliot’s hand so he could wrap his free arm around your shoulders, tugging you closer as you continued walking. “Yeah? Well, last time I checked, I’m the one who brings you snacks and rubs your feet every night.”

You hummed thoughtfully. “Okay, fair point.”

Eliot, still holding William’s pinky, let out a giggle, happy just to be part of the conversation.

William chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to your temple before whispering, “I’m winning this argument.”

You groaned dramatically, but deep down, you knew he totally was.

“Think he’ll be too big for this next summer?”

Your voice was softer now, watching as Eliot kicked his legs over the edge of the stroller, still holding onto his dad.

William hummed, glancing down at him before shaking his head. “Nah, I think we’ve got a little longer before he ditches the stroller completely. But once he does? We’re gonna be running after him non-stop.”

You sighed dramatically, rubbing your belly. “God, I’m not ready for two of them running around.”

William grinned. “Well, I tried to warn you before we made this one,” he teased, patting your belly.

“Oh, please,” you scoffed, swatting at his arm. “You begged me for baby number two.”

William laughed, completely unashamed. “Yeah, yeah. Guilty as charged.”

Eliot looked up at you both with curious blue eyes, soaking in the conversation like he somehow understood it all. Then, as if on cue, he babbled something incoherent before pointing at your belly.

William grinned. “See? Even he knows he’s getting a little brother.”

Your heart melted. “You think he understands?”

“Maybe not all of it,” William admitted. “But he knows something’s changing. He’s been extra clingy with you lately.”

You smiled softly, watching Eliot tighten his grip around his dad’s finger. “Guess he wants to make sure we don’t forget he’s still the baby.”

William leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to Eliot’s forehead. “You’ll always be our baby, bud. You just gotta share the spotlight a little, that’s all.”

Eliot scrunched his nose, considering it—then nodded dramatically, as if agreeing to the terms.

You laughed. “Well, that was easy.”

William smirked, squeezing Eliot’s little hand. “See? He’s a team player already.”

“So, what do you think?”

You turned to William, curious.

He tilted his head. “About what?”

You bit your lip. “This time next year. You, me, and two little Nylanders instead of one.”

William’s expression softened, and for a moment, the teasing vanished. Instead, he squeezed your shoulder gently, looking at you like you were the best thing that ever happened to him.

“I think it’s gonna be perfect.”

You felt the warmth spread through your chest as you leaned into him, placing your free hand over his.

And as the three of you continued strolling down the path, the golden light fading into soft blue, you realized he was right.

Life was about to get a little more chaotic. But with William by your side, Eliot holding onto his dad’s hand, and baby Lucas growing inside you, you knew one thing for sure—

You wouldn’t have it any other way.