#will cuylle x reader

[cuylleed]

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆ 🕸 ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺Halloween⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆ 🕸 ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

Smut!

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It was Halloween, Y/n and Will were dressed as Travis Kelce and Taylor swift, a cute idea Y/n thought of the day before, wearing a short white sparkly dress and Will a Travis Kelce jersey.

They had both finished giving out candy and Will sat on the couch and let out a giant sigh while saying “finally!”, he chuckled and turned towards Y/n

“Really? You're tired after handing out candy?” Y/n chuckled and sat down next to Will

Will smirked and rolled his eyes playfully. "What can I say, I'm an old man. All that excitement of seeing cute costumes really takes it out of me." He stretched his muscular arms above his head with a groan.

The glow from the jack-o'-lanterns on the porch cast flickering shadows across his chiseled features as he turned to face Y/n more fully. "But hey, at least we got to see some adorable kids. That little dinosaur was too precious."

Will reached over and tugged Y/n closer, his large hand splaying across her hip possessively. "Now that the trick-or-treaters are done though..." His voice dropped an octave as his brown eyes darkened with desire. "I think it's time for some treats of our own, don't you?"

“Oh~? What kind of treats~?” Y/n chuckled and got onto Will’s lap and traced his chest

Will's breath hitched as Y/n straddled him, her soft curves pressing against his firm body. He let out a low growl, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "The kind of treats that involve you and me, babe. Alone."

His large hands slid up her sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress. Will leaned in, lips ghosting along the column of her throat as he inhaled her sweet scent. "I've been thinking about getting my hands on you all night. This little dress is driving me crazy."

He nipped at her pulse point before soothing it with his tongue

“F-fuck… yes, let’s go”

Will stood abruptly, easily lifting Y/n and carrying her towards the bedroom. He kicked the door shut behind them before tossing Y/n onto the bed. She bounced slightly on the mattress, her dress riding up to reveal more of her thighs.

"Fuck, you're so hot," Will growled, crawling over her. His large hands pushed her dress up further as he settled between her legs. "I can't wait to get this off you."

He attacked the zipper impatiently, nearly ripping it in his haste to expose her body to his hungry gaze. The flimsy material fell away, leaving Y/n in just a lacy black bra and panties. Will licked his lips at the sight.

"Goddamn, baby. You're perfect." His rough hands skimmed up her sides, cupping her full breasts. He thumbed her nipples through the thin lace, feeling them pebble under his touch.

Leaning down, Will captured one rosy bud between his teeth, biting lightly before soothing it with his tongue. His other hand dipped into her panties, fingers delving through her slick folds

“Y-your so impatient!” Y/n gasped out

Will chuckled darkly, his fingers still teasing Y/n’s soaked folds. "Can you blame me? I've been hard for you all fucking night."

He captured her lips in a searing kiss, tongue delving deep to taste her. One hand fisted in her hair, holding her in place as he plundered her mouth. The other continued its ministrations between her thighs, rubbing tight circles around her clit.

Breaking the kiss, Will trailed his lips down her neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin. He wanted to mark her, claim her, make it clear she was his. His teeth scraped her collarbone before moving lower.

"I need to be inside you," he growled, voice rough with desire. "Need to feel you wrapped around my cock."

Will sat back on his heels, quickly stripping off his shirt and unbuckling his belt. His erection strained against his jeans, the outline clearly visible. He made quick work of the button and zipper, shoving the denim down his muscular thighs.

His thick cock sprang free, the tip glistening with pre-cum

“God, I keep forgetting how big you are” y/n said, gawking at Will’s cock

Will smirked at Y/n’s awed words, his ego stroked by her reaction to his impressive size. He fisted his thick shaft, giving it a few slow pumps as he watched her with hooded eyes.

"You like that, baby? Like seeing what I'm packing?" He rubbed the broad head through her slick folds, coating himself in her arousal. "Gonna stretch this pretty pussy so good."

Without warning, Will thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth stroke. Y/n’s back arched off the bed at the sudden intrusion, a gasp escaping her lips. He gave her a moment to adjust before pulling back and snapping his hips forward again.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Will groaned, setting a steady rhythm. The wet sounds of their coupling filled the room, punctuated by Y/n’s breathy moans and Will's grunts of pleasure.

He changed the angle slightly, hitting that special spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyelids. Y/n keened, nails digging into Will's flexing back muscles.

“Fuck! That feels so good!” Y/n moaned, her head going back in pleasure

Will grinned ferally at her breathless praise, his hips snapping forward even harder. The headboard slammed against the wall with each powerful thrust, the force of his passion.

"Yeah? You like that, baby? Like me fucking this tight cunt?" He punctuated his filthy words with a particularly deep stroke, grinding against her cervix.

Will's hands gripped Y/n’s hips bruisingly tight as he pistoned in and out of her soaked heat. The wet squelch of her arousal filled the room, a lewd soundtrack to their frenzied coupling.

Leaning down, he captured one of Y/n’s bouncing breasts in his mouth, sucking the sensitive flesh hard enough to leave a mark. His teeth scraped her nipple before he soothed the sting with his tongue.

"Gonna make you cum on my cock," Will growled against her skin, the vibrations making her shudder. "Gonna fill this pussy up until you're dripping with it."

He could feel her inner walls starting to flutter around him, her orgasm building.

“Fuck… I’m so close!” Y/n warned

Will felt Y/n’s walls start to flutter and clench around his throbbing cock, signaling her impending orgasm. He doubled his efforts, pounding into her with abandon. The obscene slap of skin against skin echoed through the room.

"That's it, baby. Cum for me," Will growled, his own release fast approaching. "Wanna feel this cunt milk my dick." He reached between their sweat-slicked bodies, fingers finding Y/n’s swollen clit. Will rubbed tight circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves, pushing her over the edge.

she came with a sharp cry, her inner muscles spasming almost violently around Will's pistoning shaft. The rippling contractions triggered his own climax and with a guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt, cock pulsing as he emptied himself deep inside her.

Will collapsed on top of Y/n, both of them panting harshly as they came down from their high. He pressed lazy kisses along her jaw and down her neck, gentling his touch now that the frenzied passion had ebbed.

“Oh god… that… was amazing!” Y/n exclaimed

Will chuckled breathlessly, nuzzling into her neck. "Damn right it was. You're amazing, baby."

He rolled to the side, bringing Y/n with him so she was draped over his chest. Strong arms wrapped around her, holding her close as they both caught their breath. Will's softening cock slipped out of her with a wet sound, a trickle of their combined release leaking out to pool on the sheets.

"Mmm, I could get used to this," Will murmured, one hand lazily tracing patterns on Y/n’s bare back. "Having you in my bed, in my arms... Fuck, I'm a lucky man."

He tilted her chin up, capturing her lips in a slow, deep kiss. It was tender and loving, a stark contrast to the frenzied passion from moments ago. When they parted, Will rested his forehead against hers, deep brown eyes gazing into hers.

"I love you, sugar, So much."

[wildrangers]

Millennium Falcon // Will Cuylle

Word Count: 1.3K

Summary: A belated, fluffy Christmas tale

Warnings: Cursing, fluff, barely proofread

What is the best holiday gift you have ever received?

As Hanukkah wrapped up and the countdown to Christmas began, you figured this would be the perfect question to ask the boys at practice. As you secured your phone in its tripod, you heard boisterous voices approaching from the locker room. You glanced up to see Alexis and Artemi reading the white board and you rolled your eyes as Bread made eye contact with you, mischief in his eyes, as always.

You’d started as a social media intern for the New York Rangers a couple of seasons ago and had happily accepted a full-time position upon graduation. While Panarin enjoyed teasing you, he was also a fan favorite and knew it. So, you weren’t surprised when he walked over with a big grin, “Flip phone.”

“I’m shocked, Bread, truly” you teased, earning you a giggle before he skated onto the ice. Alexis, like many of the guys, said hockey sticks while they were growing up.

Jonny approached with a smile and you were curious what gift was making him so happy to think of, “Me and my younger brothers got paintball guns when we were younger.”

“Do you still have them?”

“Back at my parents’ house, probably. Why, did you and your boo want to borrow them?” he teased and you felt your skin grow warm at the comment.

“Hey now!” you heard a voice call from just behind Jonny and you felt your nerves settle as Mika’s smiling eyes met yours. He nudged Jonny onto the ice before responding, “Xbox maybe?”

You mouthed him a quick thanks before he glided onto the ice. As the guys cycled past, most humoring you with an answer, you finally saw your boyfriend emerge from the locker room. You watched as his eyes skimmed the whiteboard, a small smile quirking up the corner of his mouth.

“Star Wars Lego” he said confidently, drawing a laugh from your lips. Your giggle seemed to make him falter as he continued, “Ugh…yeah.”

You met his eyes with a quirk of your eyebrows, daring him to continue.

“…Millennium Falcon!” he finished, earning him another laugh and shake of your head as he retreated to his teammates on the ice.

“What was that about?” Kreider asked, head quirked.

“I guess he’s taken up manifesting, because that’s all he asked for for Christmas this year” you replied and Chris laughed, promptly going onto the ice to chirp Will.

***

A few months ago, just as the weather was starting to cool, you’d surprised Will with a trip to the Lego store in Times Square. As much as he complained about the crowds, his eyes had lit up like a little kid once you were actually in the store. It hadn’t taken long for him to locate the display Millennium Falcon and he’d glanced back at you, eyes wide in excitement.

“Can we get it?” he asked and you laughed at his request.

“This may shock you, but you’re an adult and can get whatever you’d like” you teased, lightly pinching his side beneath his coat before settling your hand there. He hummed in thought at your response and flipped the box around to check the price.

“Holy shit, that’s highway robbery” he sighed, placing the box back on the pile.

“Maybe Santa’s elves will get word to the big man ahead of Christmas” you’d joked, honestly surprised yourself at the price.

“Do you think so?” he’d kidded back but you’d also seen the hope in his eyes that maybe he’d end up with the set beneath the Christmas tree after all.

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As the holidays grew closer, you’d gotten more pleased with yourself for going back the next day to get it for him. The brief holiday break wouldn’t give him enough time to travel home to Toronto and his family wasn’t able to make the trip to New York until New Year’s. This would be his first year not being able to see his family for Christmas and you knew it was hitting him harder than he let on. Of course, the Lego set wasn’t the same as his family’s presence but you hoped it would bring him joy nonetheless.

Christmas morning, you were woken by Will snuggling deeper into your side.

“Merry Christmas baby” you mumbled, kissing the top of his head. 

“Merry Christmas” he responded, half-heartedly.

“Presents?” you asked and he chuckled before looking up at you.

“Presents” he agreed and you two quickly scrambled out of bed.

As you approached the tree, you noticed his eyes scanning for a box big enough to hold the Millennium Falcon set. You smirked as you leaned down to grab a small box to hand to him as he settled on the couch. “I know we agreed to keep it simple this year, so I hope you like it.”

“Baby, I’m going to love it” he promised, pressing a quick kiss to your lips as you sat down beside him. He carefully peeled back the wrapping paper and opened the small box with the note inside: Find me under the bed. His confused eyes met yours and you shrugged, feeling suddenly shy about him finally opening his gift.

“What are you up to?” he questioned, ruffling your hair gently as he retreated to the bedroom. “Babe!” he called and you grinned at the barely restrained excitement in his voice.

“Yeah?” you giggled as he re-entered the living room, giant box in his arms.

“You didn’t” he laughed, tearing into the wrapping paper as soon as he set it on the table. “Babe! We said we were keeping Christmas small!”

“I mean, I kept it to one gift…” you mumbled, nervously chewing your bottom lip at his shocked expression.

“The best fucking gift ever” he argued back, scooping you into his arms as you held on, giggling. “I can’t believe you did that; you didn’t have to, baby.”

“I wanted to and I’m glad I did” you replied, connecting your lips together once he stopped spinning around in his excitement. “I love you.”

“And I love you” he replied quietly, warm brown eyes locked on yours. “Now I don’t have to worry I over did my gift.”

“William!” you teased, hopping down from his grip. “You shouldn’t have gone too crazy.”

“You’re kidding me, right?” he chuckled, pointing at his Lego set and you had no response to that except to sigh as he settled you on the couch, telling you to close your eyes. You did as instructed, holding out your cupped hands, waiting nervously until a small piece of metal nestled into your palm. You opened your eyes in confusion, taking in the delicate metal key on a silver chain in your hands.

“I’m confused” you admitted, eyes rising to see his deeply reddened cheeks.

“Well, your lease is up in February and I’ve crashed at the Trochek’s long enough…would you want to get a place with me?” he asked, nervously scratching the back of his head.

As his words sunk in you squealed in excitement, shooting up to wrap him in an embrace, “Yes, of course!” you pulled away just enough to cup his face in your hands. “You didn’t need to get so nervous, silly.”

“I mean, it’s a big step, I didn’t want to assume…” he mumbled and you quieted him with a soft kiss. His large hands gently landed on your hips, pulling you flush against his frame and you lost yourself in the feel of him. He pulled away for air, resting his forehead against yours. “I can’t believe it” he said quietly and you smiled.

“I know, our first place together!” you said excitedly only to follow his gaze to the box on the living room table. “…you meant the Lego set, didn’t you?”

“Babe, it’s the Millennium Falcon!”

A/N: I hope you enjoyed, thanks again to the lovely anon who requested Mr Cuylle 💕 I'm including the TikTok that inspired this below for anyone who missed it. I am slowly recovering from COVID so I am going to actually continue my 1989 Vault Track series now…

~The inspo~

[puck-luck]

There’s not enough Dawson fics on here and I feel like you’re my dealer lol 😂 can I request a Dawson fic where he’s all riled up after that last game with the rangers (ya know where he was in the fight but not the line brawl?) and as soon as he sees his girl he lets out all that energy? Like maybe they don’t even get to the apartment and they get that car rockin 👀

(His fight in that game just isn’t talked about enough)

warnings: semi-public sex (locker room), oral (m!receiving) pairing: dawson mercer x fem!reader summary: (see above) wc: 1174

You know that the locker room is a sacred space for the players. You’ve seen other WAGs enter, but you’d never dared to enter the room until now. You had never really wanted to go in the locker room anyway, since it’s smelly and an entirely-too-masculine type of messy. 

However– Dawson was ejected for the rest of the first period for fighting Will Cuylle. Your boyfriend, who is usually the kind to trade legal hits with players, was ejected for fighting. It’s abnormal behavior for him and you need to know what’s going on– what’s wrong.

“Dawsy, baby, what happened out there?” You ask, knocking softly on the doorframe of the locker room. You peek around into the dressing area, seeing your boyfriend sitting half-dressed in front of his locker. His head is in his hands and he only looks up once you speak.

He rolls his eyes and shakes his head because he knows his response isn’t good enough. “Just got frustrated,” he grumbles. “First Ruff is fired, which is hard because it was the middle of the fucking season. We can barely fucking function with a head coach, but we’re a wreck without a proper coaching staff. We’ve got too many fucking injuries on the team right now, too, and then we have to play the Rangers? We fucking hate those guys and they hate us. This game is shit.”

“Babe,” you say, frowning. “You can’t think like that. You won’t win like that.”

Dawson sounds a little hysterical with anger when he replies to you. “I don’t really give a shit about winning right now.”

His tone strikes you at first, sparking frustration of your own, but you’ve always been a more level-headed person. You tilt your head to the side and look at Dawson, saying nothing. 

He turns his palms up and gestures helplessly at you. “I’m just–”

“I know, honey,” you murmur. You sink down to sit next to him, touching his jawline gently. “You’re having a hard game.”

Dawson melts into your touch, groaning lowly. You can feel that he’s disappointed with himself, but also with the game in general.

“Where are the other ejectees?” You ask, making light of the moment.

“Up in the box, watching in their suits with plenty of food and drink,” Dawson tells you, pouting slightly. “I want to go back on the ice, but I wouldn’t complain if I got to go upstairs and hang out for the rest of the night.”

“Well, baby, you know they’ll be doing sprints tomorrow to make up for the shifts they missed,” you say. “Be glad you don’t have to do that.”

“Mhm,” Dawson hums. He takes your hand and squeezes it.

After a beat of silence, you bite your lip. “So, we’re alone in the locker room.”

“Mhm,” Dawson hums again.

A smile creeps across your face. “Take your pants off.”

Dawson perks up, looking at you with a surprised blink. 

You continue. “Dawsy, chop-chop. You know how we handle your frustration at home. We’re all alone in the locker room. Take your pants off.”

“Can’t believe you’re going to make me dress for the game all over again,” Dawson teases, but he’s already unlacing the padded shorts and shifting them down. 

He gives you just enough room to work with. You’re able to pull him out of his underwear, albeit hindered a little bit by his cup. He’s sweaty from the game so far. You can smell it on him, which sucks because he stinks but is wonderful because he feels just that much more turned on by this. 

The head of his cock is salty in your mouth. It takes one purse of your lips around his cock for Dawson’s hand to find the hair on the back of your head. He gathers it into a bundle for him to hold onto, then starts to guide your movements.

You relax, widening your jaw as much as you can so that Dawson can fill your mouth the way he wants to. 

That’s the key part of this– he was frustrated, so he has to solve his problem. You’re just the conduit.

“Fuck, baby, so nice,” Dawson drawls. He pushes your head down, gagging you slightly before he lifts you up. “Love it when you take what I give you.”

You hum around his cock, gargling a little on your response. “Then give it to me.”

He definitely doesn’t understand what you said, but Dawson starts to drag you up and down his cock at a faster pace. You love how his thick fingers tug at the roots of your hair. His grip is tight and mind-numbing. The blurt of his precum over your tongue is like the first sip of a drink you’ve craved for hours. 

His cockhead nudges the back of your throat, triggering another constriction. He pulls back, then forces forward again. 

You look up at him, your eyelashes fluttering with each gag. Tears prickle at the corner of your eyes and you struggle to breathe through your nose, but you’re as perfect as a picture to Dawson. He’d do a lot of things, including getting ejected from the rest of the game, to keep you like this forever.

His pace increases over the next few minutes. You alternate from looking at the hair on his thighs to the sweat that beads along his hairline as he continues to fuck his cock into your mouth. His lips are parted slightly and his breath grows ragged, the telltale sign that he’s close.

With one look at the clock above the door, Dawson knows he needs to finish soon. With your perfect lips around his cock, that isn’t hard to do. 

You simply lather your tongue on the underside of Dawson’s length, tracing the veins there in a ticklish way. It has Dawson’s hips jumping into your heat. The tip of his cock hits the back of your throat with every thrust and he holds you close. Even though it’s impacting your breath and making you lightheaded, you stay. The proximity is making you a little wet, too.

Dawson comes down your throat with only a few minutes to spare before the period ends. It gives him enough time to pull his gear back on and cover himself, to smooth your hair out of your face and run his fingers through it like that’s as good as a comb, and to plant one brief kiss on your lips before you have to sneak out of the room. The rest of the boys will be returning any minute. You’d hate to be caught in their sacred space.

You don’t have to ask Dawson if he’s feeling better– you can see the way his game improves once you’ve helped him release his frustration. The only proof of his frustration, other than the footage that was televised across the nation, lies in your stomach– swallowed down in a way Dawson aches to repeat after Chris Kreider scores in the last five minutes to defeat the Devils.

notes: the idea of being someone's fic dealer is so funny to me and i love it. i'll be y'all's dealer any day!

[cailinsblog]

hi, idk if you’ll do this one but can you please do a will Cuylle x reader😊

No one has really done him

Omg would love to the story should be okay soon!! 😻😻 thank you for the request

[cuylleed]

Wanna build next to the cup? ᯓ★ Will Cuylle

this wasn't requested and it's my first Fan-Fic, and I'll gladly take any requests for hockey guys just give me a scenario,player,position(not really needed) and team, i'll only do NHL and I only use Y/N

Will Cuylle/Left Wing/New York Rangers

Word count : 1047

Warnings: smut but fluff at end

it's Will Cuylle's turn with the cup so you and your boyfriend build legos but he ask's you to sit in his lap but it turns into something more.(this when Will is back in Ontario,Canada with his family,family isn't there, maybe grocery shopping?)

Y/N= Your Name

N/N= Nick Name

No Protection! (P in V)

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Y/N and Will sat peacefully building a Lego set Will had gotten for his birthday a few months ago, at least until he heard the doorbell ring from upstairs, seeing as it could be his old friend or teammate but instead when Will went upstairs to the door, he opened it and he was greeted with Braden Schneider holding the Stanley cup and with a smile on his face, Will was stunned forgetting it was his turn with the cup,Will grinned and taking the cup into his hands looking back to Braden,Will carefully gave the trophy to Y/N, turning to Braden ,"be careful with it, and do whatever you like, like drinking beer out of it or eating ice cream, just wipe it when your done" Y/N and Will nodded saying there goodbye's to Braden,Will and Y/N quickly taking the cup to Will's room, "Wanna build next to the cup?", Will said, Y/N's eyes lighting up to the thought "I would love that" Y/N had said smiling sitting on the ground in front of Will's coffee table building some star wars legos with her boyfriend.

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While Y/N and Will were building they kept exchanging little playful pinches and jokes, but finally after a few minutes Will mustered up the courage to ask Y/N a question, "Hey N/N could you maybe sit on my lap?" Will smiled looking at Y/N for an answer, "oh you sure? won't it be uncomfortable?" Y/N said putting some Lego piece's down smiling at Will, "I mean,no, not really,just come sit in my lap" Will Encouraged Y/N and motioning her to come over. Y/N just gave in and sat on Will's lap not noticing the bulge hitting her inner thigh, she just continued to build Lego's while Will played with her hair. 15 minutes had passed and Y/N was starting to notice the little groans or muffled moans coming from Will every few minutes and little tugs on her hair,every time she had to reach to get another piece or stretch Y/N would hear the groans escape Will's mouth. Y/N and Will had done it a few times before in the past, only before Will wasn't busy with hockey, before playoffs started, so you and him never had time, he always had to be showered, in a suit and out the door before a certain time and he was mostly gone in other states for away games, which meant y/n and Will hardly had time to fuck or anything really, but y/n was staying at Will's place for a few days to celebrate the Rangers win of the Stanley cup. but now since hockey is over and y/n was with Will she can finally take the chance and have some fun with Will. And at this moment Y/N was slowly grinding on Will's lap,"Please let's take this to the bedroom." Will had said little groans escaping his lips and grabbing Y/n's hips. "Can't we just take this to the bedroom?" Y/n had said groaning at the feeling of grinding on Will's lap, "we could but were right here in front of the couch" Will said shrugging off the idea of going to the bedroom, instead Will pulled Y/n off of his lap and placed her on the couch with her legs on his shoulder's not caring if they didn't finish the Lego set and taking  Y/n's shorts and underwear off throwing them off to the side, even removing his own clothes. "Will, please,just hurry before your parents get home" Y/n groaned her hands placed on Will's chest, "Alright but we'll just head to your place tomorrow" without warning Will pushed into Y/n earning a low whimper. "relax I'm gonna take care of you" Will said groaning moving his hips, just making Y/n scream out his name. "F-Fuck Will, I'm so close" Y/n whimpered close to her climax, while Will released but his thrusts getting sloppy, after what "felt" like forever Y/n climaxed and released on Will's length earning a small moan from from both lovers. "wow" was all that came out of Will's mouth, he knew they hadn't done it in a long time and finally he was able to be close with Y/n again. it just was until he heard the sounds of a garage door open and a car pulling in, "Shit" was all that came out of both of your mouth's, Will quickly grabbing his and Y/n's clothes and running over to his door tossing them into his room and even taking Y/n and shoving a shirt and shorts on. "We're home, can you guys help with the Grocery's?" the words coming from Will's mom, "we'll be there in a minute!" Y/n rushed upstairs to help while Will quickly cleaning the part of the couch with the evidence of there moment. "maybe you and Will can build this" Will's mom brought out a small Lego set of a R2-D2, "that's cute but we didn't even finish the other set" Y/n giggled seeing Will walk up the steps with the Stanley cup. "Maybe we could take a photo" Will smiled taking out his phone. 

Y/n and the Cuylle family had enjoyed the rest of the night taking photo's with the cup,building Lego's and talking, with all jokes, even Will's father bringing up marriage which made Will consider (maybe a future story?)

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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁! End!

First smut, i tried my best and it was my first story, I've never wrote smut but i'll get used to it when i get requests for it, don't be shy i won't care, besides i like writing

[cuylleed]

NHL players

I only write for the New York Rangers, I write on both tumblr and Wattpad, just message me on here for the player and scenario, and if you want smut or fluff, only if you want me to write someone

[wildrangers]

hiiii can I request a will Cuylle x reader smut? If your free and it’s ok?

Hi there!! I’m so sorry, I’m actually updating my NHLers I write for before the season and I’m going to be taking off Will unfortunately :/ sorry again!!

[wildrangers]

hey i do have a request but only if you are taking them.

could you do a Will Cuylle x reader for valentines day even though it passed?

Hi there!! I am taking requests but I probably wouldn’t get to this one for quite awhile—I already have had someone request another fic for him which will come first. I may see if I can combine them actually so stay tuned! Thank you 🫶🏻

[cuylleed]

god i love him XD

Millennium Falcon // Will Cuylle

Word Count: 1.3K

Summary: A belated, fluffy Christmas tale

Warnings: Cursing, fluff, barely proofread

What is the best holiday gift you have ever received?

As Hanukkah wrapped up and the countdown to Christmas began, you figured this would be the perfect question to ask the boys at practice. As you secured your phone in its tripod, you heard boisterous voices approaching from the locker room. You glanced up to see Alexis and Artemi reading the white board and you rolled your eyes as Bread made eye contact with you, mischief in his eyes, as always.

You’d started as a social media intern for the New York Rangers a couple of seasons ago and had happily accepted a full-time position upon graduation. While Panarin enjoyed teasing you, he was also a fan favorite and knew it. So, you weren’t surprised when he walked over with a big grin, “Flip phone.”

“I’m shocked, Bread, truly” you teased, earning you a giggle before he skated onto the ice. Alexis, like many of the guys, said hockey sticks while they were growing up.

Jonny approached with a smile and you were curious what gift was making him so happy to think of, “Me and my younger brothers got paintball guns when we were younger.”

“Do you still have them?”

“Back at my parents’ house, probably. Why, did you and your boo want to borrow them?” he teased and you felt your skin grow warm at the comment.

“Hey now!” you heard a voice call from just behind Jonny and you felt your nerves settle as Mika’s smiling eyes met yours. He nudged Jonny onto the ice before responding, “Xbox maybe?”

You mouthed him a quick thanks before he glided onto the ice. As the guys cycled past, most humoring you with an answer, you finally saw your boyfriend emerge from the locker room. You watched as his eyes skimmed the whiteboard, a small smile quirking up the corner of his mouth.

“Star Wars Lego” he said confidently, drawing a laugh from your lips. Your giggle seemed to make him falter as he continued, “Ugh…yeah.”

You met his eyes with a quirk of your eyebrows, daring him to continue.

“…Millennium Falcon!” he finished, earning him another laugh and shake of your head as he retreated to his teammates on the ice.

“What was that about?” Kreider asked, head quirked.

“I guess he’s taken up manifesting, because that’s all he asked for for Christmas this year” you replied and Chris laughed, promptly going onto the ice to chirp Will.

***

A few months ago, just as the weather was starting to cool, you’d surprised Will with a trip to the Lego store in Times Square. As much as he complained about the crowds, his eyes had lit up like a little kid once you were actually in the store. It hadn’t taken long for him to locate the display Millennium Falcon and he’d glanced back at you, eyes wide in excitement.

“Can we get it?” he asked and you laughed at his request.

“This may shock you, but you’re an adult and can get whatever you’d like” you teased, lightly pinching his side beneath his coat before settling your hand there. He hummed in thought at your response and flipped the box around to check the price.

“Holy shit, that’s highway robbery” he sighed, placing the box back on the pile.

“Maybe Santa’s elves will get word to the big man ahead of Christmas” you’d joked, honestly surprised yourself at the price.

“Do you think so?” he’d kidded back but you’d also seen the hope in his eyes that maybe he’d end up with the set beneath the Christmas tree after all.

***

As the holidays grew closer, you’d gotten more pleased with yourself for going back the next day to get it for him. The brief holiday break wouldn’t give him enough time to travel home to Toronto and his family wasn’t able to make the trip to New York until New Year’s. This would be his first year not being able to see his family for Christmas and you knew it was hitting him harder than he let on. Of course, the Lego set wasn’t the same as his family’s presence but you hoped it would bring him joy nonetheless.

Christmas morning, you were woken by Will snuggling deeper into your side.

“Merry Christmas baby” you mumbled, kissing the top of his head. 

“Merry Christmas” he responded, half-heartedly.

“Presents?” you asked and he chuckled before looking up at you.

“Presents” he agreed and you two quickly scrambled out of bed.

As you approached the tree, you noticed his eyes scanning for a box big enough to hold the Millennium Falcon set. You smirked as you leaned down to grab a small box to hand to him as he settled on the couch. “I know we agreed to keep it simple this year, so I hope you like it.”

“Baby, I’m going to love it” he promised, pressing a quick kiss to your lips as you sat down beside him. He carefully peeled back the wrapping paper and opened the small box with the note inside: Find me under the bed. His confused eyes met yours and you shrugged, feeling suddenly shy about him finally opening his gift.

“What are you up to?” he questioned, ruffling your hair gently as he retreated to the bedroom. “Babe!” he called and you grinned at the barely restrained excitement in his voice.

“Yeah?” you giggled as he re-entered the living room, giant box in his arms.

“You didn’t” he laughed, tearing into the wrapping paper as soon as he set it on the table. “Babe! We said we were keeping Christmas small!”

“I mean, I kept it to one gift…” you mumbled, nervously chewing your bottom lip at his shocked expression.

“The best fucking gift ever” he argued back, scooping you into his arms as you held on, giggling. “I can’t believe you did that; you didn’t have to, baby.”

“I wanted to and I’m glad I did” you replied, connecting your lips together once he stopped spinning around in his excitement. “I love you.”

“And I love you” he replied quietly, warm brown eyes locked on yours. “Now I don’t have to worry I over did my gift.”

“William!” you teased, hopping down from his grip. “You shouldn’t have gone too crazy.”

“You’re kidding me, right?” he chuckled, pointing at his Lego set and you had no response to that except to sigh as he settled you on the couch, telling you to close your eyes. You did as instructed, holding out your cupped hands, waiting nervously until a small piece of metal nestled into your palm. You opened your eyes in confusion, taking in the delicate metal key on a silver chain in your hands.

“I’m confused” you admitted, eyes rising to see his deeply reddened cheeks.

“Well, your lease is up in February and I’ve crashed at the Trochek’s long enough…would you want to get a place with me?” he asked, nervously scratching the back of his head.

As his words sunk in you squealed in excitement, shooting up to wrap him in an embrace, “Yes, of course!” you pulled away just enough to cup his face in your hands. “You didn’t need to get so nervous, silly.”

“I mean, it’s a big step, I didn’t want to assume…” he mumbled and you quieted him with a soft kiss. His large hands gently landed on your hips, pulling you flush against his frame and you lost yourself in the feel of him. He pulled away for air, resting his forehead against yours. “I can’t believe it” he said quietly and you smiled.

“I know, our first place together!” you said excitedly only to follow his gaze to the box on the living room table. “…you meant the Lego set, didn’t you?”

“Babe, it’s the Millennium Falcon!”

A/N: I hope you enjoyed, thanks again to the lovely anon who requested Mr Cuylle 💕 I'm including the TikTok that inspired this below for anyone who missed it. I am slowly recovering from COVID so I am going to actually continue my 1989 Vault Track series now…

~The inspo~