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misshoneyimhome · 3 months

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Please tell us there might be a continuation of the reader and will meeting his family the next morning after being so loud lol she might want to cover up her marks

Oh bb, of course, we should have the morning after 😉

Alright, I know this is quite short, but I just couldn't resist sharing it 🙈

Honestly, I can't imagine how I would react in this situation, but I believe inexperienced reader would handle it like a champ 🤍

Warnings; 18+ smut; talk about sex; unprotected sex;

Word count; 1.9K

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All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you pt III - the morning after I William Nylander 🖋️ (⚡️)

"Mmm..."

A warm breath and a muttered sound echoed in your ears.

"Morning, Willy," you forced your husky voice to speak.

"Morgon älskling..." his voice was deeper than usual, rougher than yours, as he too had to force himself to speak.

It was nice and cosy snuggling up in your boyfriend's arms, his warm body radiating as you felt his muscles tighten around your smaller form. It was nothing but perfect. You were right where you belonged.

However, as you slowly awoke, enjoying the small glimpse of sunlight peeking in, you suddenly felt your pulse race as you realised what had happened last night.

"Shit!" You exclaimed as you swiftly sat up with wide eyes, out of William's embrace, prompting him to open his eyes as well.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Last night... your family heard us..." you gently spoke as you palmed your face with your hands and let out a soft cry in embarrassment.

But William simply chuckled behind you.

"So?"

"So, Willy, they heard me moan...!" you turned your head to face him, your cheeks warm and flushed with a pink colour as you recalled all the details from yesterday. "They heard me cry your name and the sounds I make when I... oh, fuuuck, they heard me cum!"

Again, you turned back around to bury your face in your hands. But William just had a giant mischievous grin across his face as he sat up as well, wrapping his arms around you and placing a soft kiss on your shoulder.

"On the bright side... you sound fucking sexy when you come, baby," William chuckled against your back.

"Nobody sounds sexy when they come, Willy... shit, this is so embarrassing..."

"Why? Come on, they all know we have sex... we just, sort of, made it obvious..." he pointed out as he rose from the bed and put on his sweats.

But you couldn't help but cock an eyebrow.

"Well, you know your sisters have sex... would you want to hear them moan while doing it?" you questioned, and promptly he froze, T-shirt in hand, flashing you a firm stare.

And you knew you'd hit the nail on the head, which had you eliciting a light chuckle.

You could almost hear the wheels turning in his head as you’d made a point, he didn't need to have been aware of.

Finally, he shook his head and tucked his shirt over his head.

"Mmm, I guess not," he tried to form a smile before the two of you got ready to head downstairs and face the rest of the family.

But before making your way to the dining room, you had to wash your face and make yourself presentable. However, looking in the bathroom mirror, you were beyond glad you'd taken your time to clean up before facing William's family.

Not only had they heard you moan in pleasure last night, but William had also added his visual aesthetics to the equation. The shape of his lips was solidly created on your neck and down your collarbone in prominent colours. What could have come off as bruises were hickeys no one would be in doubt were created from last night's actions.

"Fucking Nylander..." you mumbled to yourself before you had to go back to the bedroom and find your makeup bag, just to cover at least some of it before breakfast.

And saying William was amused would be an understatement as he saw the fire of disapproval in your eyes while you panicky took out your compact powder.

"You're such an ass, Willy..." you scolded him. However, as he flashed his charming, satisfied smirk, you couldn't help but let a small smile creep onto your lips as well.

"What can I say? I just like showing you're taken," he chuckled darkly. As you applied the powder to your neck, you couldn't help but roll your eyes at him. With a chuckle, of course.

William was an idiot. But he was your idiot.

However, as you were on your way to breakfast, you tried to avoid any suspicious looks. And luckily, they all merely greeted you with a good morning and soft smiles.

Well, at first at least.

As you all took your seats and some began to chat, you couldn't help but notice Stephanie's strange look. As if she looked at you but then avoided your eyes.

And you knew she knew.

Her eyes were almost empty, and you could tell her mind was racing with thoughts she clearly shouldn't be thinking.

So, you turned to your boyfriend next to you and gave him your best 'shit, she knows'-eyes.

And again, William simply chuckled.

"It's not funny," you whispered, feeling the warmth rise to your cheeks as you looked down at your plate.

And just when you thought that was it, William's cousin decided to make a point of the matter.

"Hey, why so embarrassed, y/n?" He laughed loudly from the other end of the table. "Come on, it's only good to know that Willy here isn't completely useless in bed!" He added with a heartfelt chuckle, and you couldn't help but bury your face in your hands.

It was too much to handle.

The only positive thing was that at least Alex wasn't there to join in the chipping. And the others around the table didn't add remarks either. However, you could tell it was difficult for several of them to contain their smiles.

And, of course, William had to return the favour.

"Well, at least I'm getting some, unlike you," he chuckled with a bright smile, prompting a few more around the table to burst into laughter.

"Hey, just because I'm not letting the entire house know I'm doing my girlfriend doesn't mean I don't get laid."

And the banter continued.

"Just trying to show you how it should be done," William remarked with a satisfied smirk, well aware he could make you come doing almost nothing. And though you felt embarrassed about them knowing it all, you also felt rather amused by William's comebacks, especially since the two of you had nothing to be ashamed of.

In fact, you were rather proud of the relationship you'd formed. Given the fact that you'd had almost close to no experience when you and William had first started sleeping together, your sex life had become more than just incredible.

William knew all the right buttons to press, making you come and moan out in pleasure. And he also knew how to tease just enough to make you desperate and needy, just how he liked it.

You were his princess, a sexy one of a kind, and all he wanted was to bring you pleasure and make you feel good, sexually as well as romantically.

"Oh, I know how it should be done!"

"Faking isn't how it should done, just so you know!"

"Alright, enough, boys!" Camilla finally intervened, having had enough of the sexual talk over the breakfast table. "We're eating here, and we're family – what goes on behind closed doors is none of our business."

Her true motherly voice echoed through the room, prompting a smile to form on your lips as you felt slightly relieved that she put an end to the attention towards you.

"Well, maybe next time they should have a soundproof door..." Michelle suddenly added softly, and within seconds, the entire table burst into laughter.

Including you.

Because it was actually quite funny.

The first time you'd met the entire extended Nylander family, you'd been heard having sex. Just because William had to be a tease all day and only gave you what you’d craved the most when you were back at the house, along with everyone else.

"You're a fucking idiot," you whispered as William pulled you in by his arm and placed a tender kiss on your forehead amidst laughter and joy.

"But I'm your idiot..."

And he truly was.

And luckily, you all finished breakfast in peace, without more teasing about your little noise-making from last night. Then you were back upstairs, getting ready to leave, packing your bags in the bedroom.

However, as always, something else lingered in William's mind, his eyes following you around his room as you were about done.

"What?" you chuckled, looking at him as he lounged on his bed and ate you raw with his look.

"I was just thinking..." he licked his lip as he spoke seductively, and you knew it couldn't be anything good. "We should probably practice for you to be quite some more."

You couldn't contain laughter as you looked at his mischievous grin across that handsome face of his.

"Is that's so?" you inquired with a raised brow.

"Mmm-hmm."

"And how do you propose we do that?"

Though you knew you didn't have the time, and someone was right on the other side of the wall, you also knew what such a question would prompt William to do.

Something that your trousers wouldn't hold him back from as he skilfully removed them, and then had you bend over his old desk while you grabbed onto anything you could. Your eyes filling with tears as you had to restrain any sound coming from you.

And it anything but easy.

Especially not since William gently pulled your hair and pounded into you from behind. With every thrust, you felt a greater need to just moan out loudly. Curse words, his name, and any other weird noise that'd express just how good he was making you feel.

And as you were about to reach your climax, clenching your hands as you were holding back your voice, feeling your cunt dripping your juices, William let go of your hair and increased his speed and force.

"Willy… I can't…" you tried to speak in between breaths, tears trailing down your cheeks as it was too much for you to handle.

"Come for me, baby. Be a good girl and come for me…" William's rough voice sounded behind you, and he did not have to tell you twice before you let out a soft cry and let the orgasm take over.

And by the clenching of your walls, William followed suit, collapsing over you with his hands on the desk on either side of you as he spilled his load.

Panting filled the room, both of you completely in a rush of ecstasy William had caused with a quickie.

And just as you were almost calm and had gained control of your breaths, the door suddenly slammed open. In the doorway stood William's cousin, a baffled expression and completely frozen before he spoke.

"Seriously, Willy? Again!"

Then he left, closing the door shut behind him.

And you and William couldn't contain yourselves and burst into laughter.

With William still inside of you, you found the situation extremely funny, and you felt yourself past the point of embarrassment as you knew you had been caught red-handed.

"Yeah," William then spoke as he slowly withdrew himself and pulled up his bottoms. "I definitely think you've made an impression on my family."

#18+#Inexperienced!reader x Willy #william nylander imagine #nhl smut #wn88 imagine #william nylander smut #nhl hockey imagine #toronto maple leafs imagine #SlutsforPresidentNylander

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prucanfieldsurquestions · 12 days

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what are your favorite clothes to steal from each other? 👀

There were few things Gilbert liked more than accompanying his mild-mannered lover to a hockey game. The actual sport was only half the fun. The other half, of course, was-

"OH, FOR FUCK'S SAKE, REF!"

-was that dear, sweet Matthew wasn't so sweet in the arena.

There weren't many things that would get the Canadian to yell at the top of his lungs. Watching his beloved Leafs get a penalty they apparently didn't deserve was on the short list of those things. Gilbert could only sit back with a grin as Matthew rose out of his seat to shout obscenities in French, and then cackle as those obscenities turned more than a few heads. The buzzer signifying the end of the first period was probably a relief to those around them. Frankly, Gilbert couldn't wait for intermission to be over. In the meantime, though, Tumblr would be entertainment enough.

Crimson eyes lit up as the first thing the Prussian saw was a notification on the ask blog that had laid dormant for a few months. He grabbed the back of Matthew's jersey and pulled him down into his seat, then leaned over and showed him excitedly.

"Hey, we finally got another ask! I knew we'd get one eventually! Wasn't I telling you that last week?" He asked, then continued without waiting for an answer. "Hm… Our favourite clothing to steal from each other, huh?"

Matthew huffed and glared at the offending referee as they skated a loop around the rink. "I think my favourite thing to borrow right now would be one of your swords. Did you see that? Total bullshit! Nylander should NOT hav-"

"Mattie! Focus! The people want to know about our clothes stealing habits! We can 'talk' with the ref later, ja?"

A sigh left the Canadian as he begrudgingly turned his attention to the phone. It was probably for the best that he cool down before the next period anyways. "Okay, okay. Our favourite clothes to take from each other…"

- - -

Meetings where Matthew would be gone for a week or more were certainly not a household favourite. Gilbert stood at the front door, essentially blocking it while he adjusted Matthew's tie for the third time. He could already feel a familiar ache tugging at his heart. With a grin that didn't quite reach his eyes, he looked into the perfect oceans of lavender that he would miss dearly.

"Well, I guess you're all ready, huh? Break someone's legs, babe!"

Matthew couldn't help but chuckle. "I think the phrase is 'break a leg'?"

"Yeah, but I don't want you to break your leg, so someone else can be a sacrifice!"

That chuckle quickly turned into a giggle. Strong arms wrapped around Gilbert and held him close for the last time until his return. "I'll be sure to appease the gods of PowerPoint then."

Gilbert pulled his lover down for a searing-hot kiss, one that would hopefully linger on his lips until he got back. Then, begrudgingly, he stepped out of the way so Matthew could get on his way to the stupid string of meetings taking place in America.

Whispered words of love and a promise to call later in the evening hung in the air like mist well after the door shut. This first day was always the hardest. Oh, sure, Gilbert would be fine tomorrow. There were projects to do around the house, video games to play, and Ludwig's social media to try and hack into, after all. Plenty to keep him distracted.

A sigh left his lips as he wandered from the front door to the kitchen. He grabbed a beer from the fridge, hopped up onto his designated spot on the counter, and looked around. Seemed to him that the cottage was just a little emptier and gloomier without his personal sunshine there with him.

The pity party lasted only as long as the beer did. Once his bottle was thrown in the recycling bin, Gilbert headed to the bedroom. Nothing made him feel better in Matthew's absence like doing chores, knowing he would be rewarded handsomely with praise upon the Canadian's return to a sparkling-clean house. Doing all the laundry seemed like a good start.

Of course, Gilbert had to laugh a little upon entering the bedroom. His side of the bedroom was neat and tidy, a place for everything and everything in it's place. Matthew's side, however, was a different story. It seemed to Gilbert like complete chaos, but there was some order to it. Matthew generally put his clothes in one of three piles. Pale hands grasped the empty mesh clothes hamper that hung on the back of the door and headed to the first one.

This one, always closest to the window, was the 'absolutely filthy' pile. Clothes that had mud caked on them, egregious food stains from the last food fight, or any number of other stains from the unfortunate random happenstance Matthew seemed to endure on a weekly basis were thrown in the hamper. Next, half-shoved under the bed, was the 'home clothes' pile. It had been explained that this one was clothes Matthew wouldn't necessarily wear out in public, but were fine for around the house or around their property. These were also gathered up and thrown in the hamper. The last pile, though, made Gilbert pause. This one was closest to the wardrobe, and consisted of clothes that could be worn again in polite company or in public. At the top of the pile was the hoodie Matthew wore to their bonfire the night before.

Gilbert held the teal hoodie up to inspect it for only a moment before he brought it to his face and breathed it in. It smelled like campfire smoke, yes, but there was a scent that was unmistakably Matthew under it. It was maple whiskey and cedar trees, a little car exhaust and a hint of fresh snow. It was deep, rich, and so wonderfully unique that it was near-intoxicating. A soft smile wormed it's way onto Gilbert's face as he put that hoodie on and gathered the rest of the clothes up. This first day was always the hardest. But Matthew had a wonderful habit of finding ways to make it a little easier, even in his absence.

- - -

Matthew could already feel a stress headache starting.

The border had been insanely busy for no discernable reason. There were no holidays, no big events, nothing of the sort. And it was Tuesday, for God's sake! What kind of person would just randomly go to America on a Tuesday?! Then, of course, someone was being trained on border security and had never seen his ID before. It took nearly fifteen minutes of back and forth arguing, very politely on Matthew's end I might add, before a senior border officer was brought over and settled the whole thing. Truly, Matthew wondered why he even went to meetings when it was better for his blood pressure to just stay home.

Driving as if he were in Toronto made up for some lost time, but the poor Canadian still pulled into the parking lot of the meeting hall almost an hour late. He burst into the room, messenger bag full of important documents (and snacks), to find that… the meeting hadn't started yet?

"Hey, dude! Right on time!" Alfred called from the head of the large oval table. Matthew sighed in relief as he took his designated seat.

"I thought we were supposed to start at six, though?" He asked. Other representatives began wandering to their seats as well from whatever random conversations they were having elsewhere in the room.

Alfred shrugged and turned on the projector. "Eh, I factored in about an hour for you and Feli to get here before we actually got going. So, without any further ado, let's get this meeting started!"

The first day of a week of meetings was usually the easiest. Everyone was generally in good spirits, or else too jetlagged to cause too much trouble. Usually. Today seemed like it was going to be the exception, if Arthur's apparent distaste for whatever Alfred had just said was any indication. Matthew quickly turned his attention from the impending verbal slaughter to the little reminder of home he'd brought with him.

Around his neck, on a chain stolen from some other pendant, sat one of Gilbert's many rings. This one was almost definitely over a century old. As all hell broke loose, earlier than anticipated, Matthew undid the clasp on the chain and held the ring in his hands.

This ring was simple, consisting of a gold band with a square bloodstone set in it, but it had always been among Matthew's favourites. There was something he loved about the way the metal felt when his and Gilbert's fingers were clasped together. Something about how the dark stone glinted in the light when Matthew brought his beloved's hand up for a kiss that would never stop making his heart race. A wistful smile and no small amount of homesickness accompanied the ring as he slid it on his pinky finger, the only one it would fit on.

Violet eyes glanced around the room to ensure he wasn't missing anything important while daydreaming of their bonfire the night before. Seemed like Alfred and Arthur had gotten into an impassioned argument about the proper preparation of liver, of all things, and Herakles had fallen asleep directly on Feliciano's documents. Or sketchbook. Maybe both? Either way, Matthew figured he had a few minutes at least before everything was brought back to some semblance of order.

Quiet as a ghost, he slipped out of the room and into the hall. He leaned against the wall with his phone pinched between his shoulder and his cheek. He absentmindedly played with the ring while he waited for Gilbert to pick up. Of course, he wasn't left waiting very long.

"Hallo, you've reached the sexiest retiree this side of the Atlantic, how may I help you?"

Matthew couldn't help but laugh. He continued to play with the ring on his pinky while he stole his quick few moments with his beloved, and even when he went back in the meeting room, his eyes never really left it. Briefly, he wondered if he could figure out Gilbert's ring size from it, and if so…

#prucan #hws canada #hws prussia #gilbert beilschmidt #matthew williams #hetalia #ask blog #plz send in more asks! the boys are ready and willing to answer basicslly anything :D

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lvrhughes · 1 year

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Paper Rings | W. Nylander

word count: 0.8k

Pairing: William Nylander x f!reader

summary: At dinner one night, Willy’s glamorous style is ignored when you both agree you’d marry the other with paper rings.

warnings: none!

requested: no

not my gif!

William was always known for his style, of course. His shiny jewelry and his expressive style. Asked about it, short answer was “I like shiny things” was what you’d say when asked if you had anything to do with his style and choice of jewelry.

It was a nice, peaceful evening Willy didn’t have a game or practice, so you both stayed in all day, wrapped in each other. Finally dinner had come around, you two were sat at the table, just talking, making some horrible jokes here and there.

He loved telling stupid jokes, anything he could do to get you to smile. So that’s how he filled dinner, telling you dumb jokes, waiting for your laughter and smile, his smile would widen at the sight of yours every time. He was filled with a sense of live every time he could make you laugh, which lead to the words slipping from his lips.

“I like shiny things, but I’d marry you with paper rings.”

His words seemed so genuine, she froze for a second. He flooded with panic.

“shit” he mumbled. She laughed at his panic, amusement filling her eyes as she watched him try to talk his way out of what he’d just said.

“Willy,” you cut him off, “I’d marry you with paper rings too” you laughed, watching his panic settle.

“Oh thank goodness” he exhaled, his heartbeat slowing back to normal. Carefully he took a napkin off the table and began folding it, he had turned just enough you couldn’t tell what he was doing. Soon enough he turned around, slid off the chair and on to the ground, pulling out the paper ring he’d just made.

Your laugh echoed the room, he was down on one knee with a paper ring.

“Y/n, will you do me the honours of marrying me, one day when I have a proper ring.” He finished, letting you giggled through it.

“Of course Willy!” So he slid the paper ring on your finger, pulling you up off the chair. Then spinning you around, he loved the way you giggled the whole time.

He wished he could engrave the sound in his mind and burn the image of you smiling in his arms in his eyes. He was so in love, and he, and everyone else, knew you were too.

You had kept the paper ring on for the next two months, you were so careful with it.

“Y/n! Y/n!” Reporters called after you, “what’s with the paper ring?”

That was the most common question right now, and until now you’d never given an answer.

“It’s from the boy I’d marry with paper rings” you smiled while saying it, it was so cheesy, but it was true.

You had liked shiny things but for Will, you’d marry him with paper rings if you had to. When you’d gotten home, the floor was littered in rose petals, the house was lit by candles. Confusion flooded your features.

“William?” You questioned walking into the kitchen, seeing the leftover food on the stove.

You followed the rest of the roses to the table after getting no answer. You had to admit, what ever was happening it was beautiful.

You walked towards the table, seeing William sitting there already.

“What’s going on baby?” You asked, he didn’t answer then he just kissed you.

“I missed you” he mumbled against your lips.

“Baby, I was gone like five hours”

“Five hours too long” you laughed as he kissed you again before leading you to sit down.

You sat at the table, eating the amazing food Willy had made, it was peaceful again. Willy doing or saying whatever it took to hear your laugh, just like last time. Except he was prepared this time.

At the end of dinner, when you had both finished your food, Willy got up and walked around to you.

He put his hands in yours, pulling you to your feet, before lowering himself to one knee.

“Y/n” he started, and you knew. Tears covered your waterline as he continued.

“I have loved you since I first met you, so would you do me the honour and make me the happiest man alive, and marry me?”

“YES OH MY GOD YES!”

You practically jumped on him, his balance wavering when you did so, but he stayed up. You kissed him with more passion then you thought you ever had in you. Your hands intertwining in his hair while his slid around your waist, standing up with you in his arms, and snapping the box closed to continue the moment.

As soon as you broke off for air, he was quick to open the box and grab the ring, slipping in on your finger. You looked down at the shining ring, it filled you with a sense of love and completeness.

Now when reporters would swarm you, they only asked about the shiny ring on your hand.

#william nylander #willy nylander #william nylander x reader #nhl imagine #mads writings:)#toronto maple leafs

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citizenscreen · 11 months

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Betty White (as Rose Nyland) is reunited with her biological father Don Ameche (as Brother Martin) in “The Golden Girls” 1990 episode, “Once in St. Olaf”

#don ameche #betty white #the golden girls

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starry-hughes · 10 months

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omg i need to hear more about the flowers to mooch!!

i feel like a little part of her is hoping they’re from tyler but she won’t allow herself to entertain that thought

i went a little long on this.

quinn was picking up the cake for the dinner party before mooch's actual party at the bar. mooch wasn't feeling her birthday. she missed home and tyler. vancouver wasn't the same as michigan. her birthday was overcast by tyler's missing place.

a knock at the door came while mooch forced herself to get ready for dinner. mooch made her way to the door, her hair half done and her eyes sunken in from lack of sleep. she was met with a large bouquet of flowers.

"miss hughes?" the delivery man called handing her the vase. "oh," she searched for a card. "who are these from?" she asked. "can't say, but he did want me to tell you happy birthday."

mooch brought the flowers inside. her favorite flowers, sunflowers, added bright color to the room and her life. quinn walked in moments later with a cake box. "thanks for the flowers?" mooch said. quinn's eyebrows furrowed together. "i didn't get you those."

she called her parents, it was a no. luke and jack also said nope. nico shouting "no!" from behind them. a call to anaheim was next. trevor and jamie both denied being the ones to get them for her. alex was called afterward and he said it wasn't him. texts were sent to some other people: brady and josh, cole, umich boys, blanks and kj (although mooch knew kj always got her roses), and even texts to william nylander and mat barzal were sent. all of them denied it. although mat came back with a "i wish i would have sent you flowers. but whatever tito gets you, consider that from me too."

for a brief second, tyler crossed her mind. even when they were broken up for her birthday the last time, he had texted her a birthday message but today had been radio silent from him. but maybe the flowers were a signal that he was thinking of her. but she got rid of the thoughts almost immediately. she told herself that tyler didn't love her and to stop thinking of him.

"did you guys send flowers?" ethan asked, entering the living room of the house. almost all the boys sounded off with no's. except one, who paused before saying "no. i didn't." but everyone watched him check his phone, deleting the confirmation text for the delivery.

#osu!hughes sister

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bitchinbarzal · 11 months

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what are the au kids full names? i know bugs (charlotte), stevie, and rory’s middle name is eleanor but what are the other kids full names?

Ryder Paul Barzal

Ivy Nadia Barzal

Lennon Asa Dahlin-Cozens

Levi Delta Dahlin-Cozens

Kai Emilia Valeria Pettersson

Astrid Sunny Irene Pettersson

Oskar Torbjörn Pettersson

Stevie Eleanor Hughes

Ozzy James Hughes

Frankie Rome Hughes

Oakley Martin Hughes

Tatum Rose Edwards

Finnley Cale Edwards

Milo Warren Hughes

Rory Eleanor Hughes

Sutton James Wood

Sawyer Tyler Wood

Iris Katja Hischier

Luca Grey Hischier

Tristan Griffin Zegras

Sasha Cole Zegras

Mila Ava Zegras

Marley Jamie Drysdale

Wesley Charlie Drysdale

Daisy Tina Drysdale

Otis Duke Boeser

Noa Minny Laurie Boeser

Roman Alexander Michael Jac Nylander Altelius

#luna’s next gen kids

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thedorothyzbornie · 2 years

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#the golden girls #gif #dorothy zbornak #rose nyland #sophia petrillo #blanche devereaux #golden girls #fav #lol

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senditcolton · 1 year

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26 w jack hughes or willy nylander pls!

I chose Willy for this one (my first time writing for him! so exciting!) warning: it's kind of a cheating fic, not full blown but still iffy so if you don't vibe with it, I apologize. also, AM34 is in this but he's an asshole in it so, hopefully that helps? anyway, i hope you like it!

Criminal in how I crave the way she tastes.

William Nylander was in trouble: he was in trouble because he was in love.

Normally, being in love is a good thing, something to be celebrated. But when he was in love with his teammate Mitch’s best friend, a friend who was already in a steady relationship, it was nothing but trouble. And that’s exactly the situation that William found himself trapped in.

It was a specific kind of hell, one that he didn’t know how to escape. So, instead, he settled for this; watching you from across the Toronto bar, watching as you celebrated the Maple Leafs win, imagining that it was his arms around you instead of your boyfriend Justin’s, that he was the one whispering jokes into your ear. Any fantasy was worlds better than the reality.

“Yo, Willy!” The voice of his teammate pulls him out of his haze, his gaze dropping from you to the boys standing around the billiards table. “It’s your turn, man.”

William shakes his head lightly before wandering back to the table, desperately trying to concentrate on the shot in front of him. It almost works until the sound of your laughter floats above the bar, causing him to tense and ruin his play.

“Dude, what’s going on?” Kerfoot asks bewildered, walking around the table to retrieve the sunken cue ball.

“Oh, he’s just distracted because he’s obsessing over Y/N again,” Auston casually explains, taking a swig from his beer before waltzing over to the table, placing the cue exactly where he wants on the green velvet top.

“Still?” Kerfy replies to which William heaves a sigh. He wished he never spilt his secret to anyone but one too many drinks led to it slipping and the gossip spread to almost everyone on the team. “Dude, she has a boyfriend.”

“You don’t think I know that?” William retorts.

“Well, yeah but I thought you would get over it a little quicker because of that,” Alex explains and William can’t stop his eyes from rolling.

“I’ve tried.”

“Well try harder,” Auston says, his statement punctuated by the sound of clattering billiard balls. He lifts himself up from his position leaned over the table before propping himself up with the cue.

“What does that mean?”

“I don’t fucking know dude,” he replies. “Get drunk. Punch and scream into your pillow. Take home a girl that looks enough like her that you’re satisfied. Just whatever you need to get over it.”

The words turn William’s stomach. He knew that Auston must have meant well but the way he talked, so carelessly and callously, made him feel sick. Instead, William places his own cue on the table, a silent forfeit to the already lost game.

“You’re a dick,” is the last thing William says before turning away and pushing through the crowd towards the bar, ignoring the shouts from behind him. He makes it to the bar, moving around before he finds a space at the end, shoved in a corner. He attempts to flag down the bartender but with the bustle of a Saturday night, William gives up quickly, in turn decides to wait.

He hopes to get a drink soon and drown his miseries with a beer, or perhaps something stronger. Something that will manage to get you off his mind.

Unfortunately, that hope is lost when he feels the delicate touch of a hand on his shoulder and the smell of a perfume that had haunted him for months fill his senses. And then your voice rose over the commotion, a simple statement laced with a concern that made William weak.

“Hey,” you say, your voice raising over the commotion of the bar as your hand tightens on William’s shoulder. “Are you okay?”

Some of your friends said that your constant concern for others was the cause of your problems. Even your boyfriend Justin echoed that statement from time to time, thinking that you would burn yourself out from how much you worried about others. But you had always thought that if caring about others was wrong, you didn’t want to be right. It made you feel good about being there for friends, being an ear for them to rant to, or a shoulder for them to cry on. It wasn’t that you didn’t set boundaries. You had your limits and knew when to take a step back. But more often than not, you wanted to help.

So, when you saw William storm away from the billiard tables, ignoring the cries from Auston, you knew something was wrong. And your empathy took over.

“Hey, I’m going to go to the bar,” you explain, untangling yourself from Justin’s grasp. “Won’t be gone long.” You press a quick kiss against his lips before turning away and making your way through the crowd.

You managed to spy William pressed against the edge of the bar, his body slumped forward, his long blond hair falling in front of his face. You manage to squeeze through the press of the bodies until you appear behind him. Your hand reaches out to land on his shoulder and your heart pangs when you feel his body tense underneath your touch.

“Hey, are you okay?” you ask, your voice loud enough to carry over the background noise but your tone still caring. It takes a moment and a deep sigh before William responds.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he mumbles and you almost lose the words in the commotion around you.

“Are you sure?” you ask, shoving your way next to him so you can manage to look at his face. “I just noticed you kind of storming away from Auston and Kerf and I wanted to make sure everything was alright.” Your explanation causes William’s gaze to flick up to you, his blue eyes gentle.

“I’m fine. Thanks.”

“Okay. But just so you know, if you need someone to talk to, I’m here. I’ve been told I’m a good listener.” You are about to retreat to your original table when you hear William’s mutter.

“That’s the problem.”

“What was that?” you question, turning back to face him, your eyes still filled with concern. William’s own eyes dart back to yours, clearly caught off guard, not expecting you to hear his last utterance. You watch for a moment, noticing an almost imperceptible shift within him as he straightens up, holding your gaze with a fierce sudden determination.

“I said, that’s the problem,” he repeats and your eyebrows furrow at his words.

“What’s the problem?”

You see William’s eyes tear away from you to dart around the bar and you are about to follow his gaze until you feel his hand grasp yours and before you can blink, he is pulling you away from the and into a secluded hallway. He finally drops your hand and spins back towards you to connect his piercing blue eyes with yours once again.

“William,” you begin. “What’s going on?”

“I do have a problem. A major problem.”

“Well, what is it? Maybe I can help.”

“I don’t think that’s possible,” he says, taking a small step towards you. “Because you’re the cause of it.”

“Me? What does that –”

“I like you,” William confesses, cutting you off. You are taken aback by his words, the admission startling you but before you have time to process it, he continues. “I like you a lot. I have for a while. And now, I’m getting caught in these spirals of thinking about what it would be like to be with you. How it would feel to hear your laughter every day, to take care of you, to come home to you after a long road trip.”

“William –” you attempt to say, his words dancing around in your head as he continues his approach.

“How it would feel to wake up next to you every morning,” he breathes and you let out a sharp gasp as you feel your back hit the concrete behind you. William doesn’t slow, his body moving into your space. “How you would look tangled in my sheets, how your body would feel pressed against mine. What it would be like to kiss you.”

You knew it was wrong. You had a boyfriend. You were happy with Justin. But you wouldn’t deny the fact that you had found William attractive from the moment you met him. And in the deep, somewhat shameful parts of you, you had thought the same things. You had quieted those fantasies for months, not wanting to ruin the perfectly good relationship you had.

But now, here with William’s body leaning over yours, his weight supported by his hands pressed against the wall, his breath ghosting over your bare skin, his lips mere millimeters away from yours, it was hard to ignore those hidden wishes that were now screaming at you will full force.

“Tell me that you’ve wanted me the same way I wanted you,” he whispers.

The desperation in his voice is what does you in, causing the damn to break and all your desire to come surging forward. Your body moves without thinking, your hands tangling into his hair, pulling him that small distance closer before your lips meet.

The kiss is fevered, frantic, frenzied but you were past the point of caring. You just needed to feel his lips against yours. It is a split-second before William is returning the kiss with as much passion, his hands falling from the wall to grasp your hips. The two of you continue to kiss, becoming more desperate with every second passed. William’s lips fall from yours to kiss across your jawline down your neck. Your leg lifts to wrap around the back of his thigh, his hand coming to grip your own thigh to pull you closer. You gasp as you feel his body press against you and it seems that that sharp sound breaks through the lust.

William pauses, his lips leaving your beck, his blue irises darting up to look at you, filled with a look that you didn’t recognize. You move your head forward in attempt to kiss him again and your lips barely touch his before William is pulling away again. You try again, managing to kiss him lightly before he once again retreats. There is a small pause as the two of you look at each other before a small curse is uttered from William’s lips.

“Shit,” he murmurs, his gaze tearing from you and your eyebrows furrow at his words. “Fuck. We shouldn’t. Justin,” he continues and with that one name, you are shocked back into reality. William pulls away from you and you don’t stop him as the two of you disentangle from each other.

“I’m sorry,” William says when he steps away from you. “I’m really fucking sorry.” With that, he turns on his heel, disappearing into the crowd, leaving you breathless against the wall.

It takes you a few minutes to collect yourself enough to venture back to the table with your friends, your mind still in a haze over what just happened.

“Babe, are you alright?” you hear your boyfriend’s voice call out and you are snapped out of your thoughts, blinking dazedly to see Justin looking at you with concern.

“I’m fine,” you say, your voice not nearly convincing enough which you can see when one of Justin’s brows lift in disbelief. “I think I just had a little too much to drink. Can we go home?”

“Yeah, of course,” Justin replies, jumping out of the seat and grabbing his car keys out of his pocket. After a quick explanation to your friends and a few hurried goodbyes, Justin’s hand is pressed against the small of your back, leading you towards the exit. Before you reach the door, you glance behind you and your eyes instantly connect with William, back at the billiards tables, his gaze locked on your departing frame.

“Hey, are you sure you’re okay?” you hear Justin ask again, his voice pulling your eyes back to his.

“I think we need to talk.”

#nicole writes #trinity of terror prompt night #a little spicy a little angsty #a combo i absolutely adore #william nylander blurb #william nylander angst #toronto maple leafs blurb #nhl blurb #hockey blurb

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cellythefloshie · 10 months

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If you were on the bachelorette what hockey boys would you want to be able to date and choose from? And who do you give your final rose to?

Hey Nonnie! This question has to be the most fun question I have ever received in my ask box. I have put too much thought into my list and the reasons why certain players would not be the recipient of my rose from night one to the final rose. So buckle up dashboard, you’re about to watch an entire season of my Bachelorette season in one post. Disclosure: I have not watched the Bachelor/Bachelorette in a very very long time. This is based on faded memories and quick google searches.

Meet the Contestants

Ross Colton - of Robinsville, NJ. Currently bottom six forward of the Tampa Bay Lightning.

Anthony Cirelli - of Etobicoke, Ontario. Currently top six forward of the Tampa Bay Lightning.

Brayden Point - of Calgary, Alberta. Currently top six forward of the Tampa Bay Lightning.

Andrei Svechnikov - of Barnaul, Russia. Currently tops six forward of the Carolina Hurricanes.

Vince Dunn - Lindsay, Ontario. Currently one half of the top defensive pair of the Seattle Kraken.

Adam Lowry - of Calgary, Alberta (I know he was born in St Louis but he was raised in Calgary, Okay?). Currently Botton six forward of the Winnipeg Jets (and hopefully the future captain).

Timo Meir - of Herisau, Switzerland. Currently top six forward of the New Jersey Devils.

Matt Martin - of Winsdor, Ontario. Currently bottom six forward of the New York Islanders.

Anthony Beauvillier - of Sorel-Tracy, Quebec. Currently top six forward of the Vancouver Canucks.

Mat Barzal - of Coquitlam, British Columbia. Currently top six forward of the New York Islanders.

Tom Wilson - of Toronto, Ontario. Currently top six forward of the Washington Capitals.

Matthew Tkachuk - of Scottsdale, Arizona (this man has lived in so many cities because of his dad). Currently top six forward of the Florida Panthers.

Jeremy Swayman - of Anchorage, Alaska. Currently the backup goaltender of the Boston Bruins.

Pierre Luc Dubois - of Sainte-Agathe-des-Monts, Quebec. Currently, desperately, trying to get traded from the Winnipeg Jets to the Montreal Canadiens.

Nico Hischier - of Naters, Switzerland. Currently top six forward, and Captain of the New Jersey Devils.

Brady Skjei - of Lakeville Minnesota. Currently a defenceman of the Carolina Hurricanes.

Pat Maroon - of St Louis, Missouri. Currently bottom six forward of the Tampa Bay Lightning.

Chris Kreider - of Boxford, Massachussetts. Currently top six forward of the New York Rangers.

Pytor Kotchetkov - of Penza, Russia. Currently the goaltender of the Chicago Wolves (AHL) and a backup goaltender for the Carolina Hurricanes.

William Nylander - of Calgary, Alberta. Currently top six forward of the Toronto Maple Leafs.

Leon Draisaitl - of Cologne, Germany. Currently top six forward of the Edmonton Oilers.

Luke Schenn - of Saskatoon, Saskatchewan. Currently one half of the top defensive pair of the Toronto Maple Leafs.

Josh Anderson - of Burlington, Ontario. Currently top six forward for the Montreal Canadiens.

Auston Matthews - of Scottsdale, Arizona. Currently top six forward of the Toronto Maple Leafs.

Brendan Lemieux - of Denver, Colorado. Currently button six forward of the Philadelphia Flyers.

The First Night

At the end of the first night, the 25 contestants would become 15, with 10 NHL hotties failing to receive my affection in the form of a rose:

Timo Meir - we know his reputation. This man is a womanizer, and it’s clear when he tried to go in for a kiss during our first conversation. But we’re here for love. For commitment. So he had to go.

Pierre-Luc Dubois - speaking of commitment. This man doesn’t know the definition of that. He can’t commit to a team, he can’t commit to me. Au revoir.

Leon Draisaitl - this man is so intimidating to me. I wouldn’t have the confidence to pursue anything of any nature.

Pat Maroon - his energy would be too much for me. Confident, successful, and ready to party. I wouldn’t be able to keep up.

Luke Scheen - is a sweet guy, but wouldn’t do much to set himself apart from the rest.

Josh Anderson - would have flashed his abs at least once during the night - and I would have noticed but it wouldn't be enough to set him apart from the rest of the guys who go the extra mile to set themselves apart.

Nico Hischier - a sweet guy. Very gentlemanly. But he’s a little young for me so he doesn’t receive a rose.

Auston Matthews - Auston would come in so confident he would come off as cocky. Would brag about his friendship with Justin Beiber and would come dressed in an expensive sweatsuit instead of a suit like the other contestant. Would not be a vibe.

Brendan Lemieux - during the first night. Brendan Lemieux and Matthew Tkachuk got into a physical altercation regarding the biting incident with Brady Tkachuk. Production wanted to kick them both off the show, but instead, they were allowed to stay until the end of the night where Tkachuk was the only one of the two to receive the rose.

Pytor Kochetkov - my sweet sweet Pytor. He would have needed Svechnikov to translate for him all night. So kind and sweet, but the language barrier was strong and Svechnikov would have needed to be a constant third wheel to make it work - plus he’s kind I can’t decide if he is baby brother vibes or not. He would not receive the final rose of the evening.

Season Highlights

Andrei Svechnikov secured the first kiss on the first night with his charm, maturity and his kindness in helping Pytor through the night when he could have been selfish

Andrei also received the first rose of the season before the first rose ceremony was held

Vince Dunn would be a quick fan favorite but not without controversy - there would be a call to action from fans that wanted him to be sent home but he would remain on the show after making a public apology at the rose ceremony

Anthony Beauvillier and Mat Barzal would go on a 2 on 1 date with me, some kind of outdoorsy thing with paddleboarding and it would have been a great time BUT they would both go home that same night after Beauvillier refuses the rose on the date. Their friendship ultimately gets in the way of their pursuit of love

Ross Colton would fail to receive a rose after a group date that involved an extensive hike in the wilderness

Tkachuk would continue to be an instigator for the season starting conflicts and pushing the buttons of other contenders. It would lead to Tom Wilson and Matt Martin not receiving roses but he would be the one not to receive a rose when a conflict with Lowry would arise. Lowry would receive the final rose that night, sending Tkachuk home.

Chris Kreider would try to propose midseason and his eagerness and willingness to commit so early would be a red flag, he would not receive a rose at the following ceremony

After regret and complications, Ross Colton would be welcomed back onto the show as I would feel like failing to give him a rose was a mistake

With the welcoming back of Ross to the show, William Nylander would be sent home as a result

On a 1 on 1 date with Brady Skeji things would look to become more intimate than it actually was and viewers would be shocked when he would not receive a rose later than night

During what would be the rose ceremony that would bring it down to the final 4 it is revealed that it would be a final 5 with only 7 contenders remaining: Ross Colton, Anthony Cirelli, Adam Lowry, Andrei Svechnikov, Brayden Point, Jeremy Swayman and Vince Dunn

Viewers would be shocked when Anthony Cirelli would receive the final rose before the final four over Brayden Point who had been a front-runner for your heart since night one

The Final Five

Usually the final four, but would be changed last minute as I struggled to make the decision, it would be time to travel and meet the families of the final 5 contestants.

Ross Colton - the trip would take me to New Jersey where I would meet his parents and his brother Rob. They would be welcoming, and kind, but it would be very clear how many worlds apart we are and it would plant some insecurities of just how well I would be able to fit into their lifestyle and expectations.

Anthony Cirelli - back in Canada, I would meet his family, and very importantly Grandma Cirelli who is known for her tomato sauce. We would cook a meal together in their family kitchen - and she would approve of my cooking.

Vince Dunn - A mere hour away from where we visited Tony’s family, I would meet Dunn’s. It’s a smaller city and feels familiar to what I’ve grown up in BUT everyone seems to know him there. It’s weird being there with a local celebrity because there is no just blending into a big city here. His family would be as kind and welcoming as the others, and I’d get to see more of his emotional side that we would have seen glimmer off throughout the season.

Adam Lowry - in Calgary we would meet his family, a very strong hockey family, with his dad having played and coached and his brother having played as well. It’s their lives, and will always be a part of it. We would see just how good he is with his nieces and nephews and go to see the mountains in Banff.

Andrei Svechnikov - the final trip would take me to Russia where I would meet his parents, his brother and his brother’s family. It would be a breathtaking trip, one like any other seen on the show but it would be conflicting as his mother would show her concerns. I would not be what his mother imagined for her sweet boy, and her approval is very important to him. And the larger age gap would be revisited.

After the trips, it would come to the rose ceremony that would bring the final 5 down to the final two. That night, Andrei would fail to receive a rose, the age gap and the pressure of his mother being too much. Ross, while an obvious favourite for the majority of the season would not receive a rose, the high maintenance feel of his family too much and too intimidating to commit to at that moment - and the goodbye is one not without tears. The viewers would be shocked again when Tony would receive the final rose, sending Lowry back to the off-season. His familiar pressure of their legacy all too much even though seeing him with his nephews would given me absolute baby fever.

Then only two remained: Anthony Cirelli and Vince Dunn.

The Final Rose

The final rose would be one of great controversy with lots of viewers seeming to think I was making a mistake moving forward with my final two. That I had greater chemistry with other players that I had sent walking and that whoever I chose would be a decision made in regret. But I was left to make the choice between the two final contenders. Anthony Cirelli. The sweet, respectable boy from Vaughn. Who maybe wasn’t as traditionally handsome as the other contestants - but I’m a sucker for those curls. Who loves Kygo and partying in Miami but will always value his family and their traditions above all else.

And then there was Vince. The mildly problematic, handsome man - who also has those oh-so-dangerous curls and those bright eyes. He can be wild, but also sweet - and always so intense with emotions that you can see so clearly written across his face. A man who can enjoy the outdoors as much as a night at the club.

And while Tony and Ross both very clearly have a piece of my heart I need a man who is going to be able to go out there and enjoy nature with me. Someone who won’t care that I don’t spend an hour in front of the mirror to do my hair and my makeup every day. Someone who will love my cooking, and isn’t afraid of his emotions or to have tough conversations.

And for those reasons, I would have to give my final rose to… Vince.

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feralcherry · 8 months

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three roses so three lines?? hmm hmm

Rattle the Cage:

“It’s always the same with you people. ’Who are you? Why are you doing this? Please, don’t.’ As if any of that really matters. Even if your mother were here to beg for your life, I wouldn’t spare it.”

-Val, Chapter 4: Past Recovery

Lover's Prelude:

“I am taking pictures of this night and nobody will deny me this,” Erika waves a hand at her face, blinking back the onslaught of tears. “Our first family murder with our new babies. Oh, I could simply cry!”

-Erika Nyland, Hanne's mother, Chapter 18: Without Mercy

Forest of Teeth:

She longs to crawl from her own body like a butterfly freeing itself from its cocoon but she stays in her rightful place beside Sansa.

-Myna Briarwood, s2e1: Swallow the Sun

thanks for the ask!!! <3

#ask #lover's prelude #forest of teeth #rattle the cage

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klirk-hammurton · 1 year

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On this day, we remember actress/comedian/animal advocate/and humanitarian Betty Marion White on what would have been her 101st birthday.

Betty has been known for her sweet and innocent charm in roles such as Rose Nyland in Golden Girls as well as Mrs. Delores Bickerman in Lake Placid, but that's not to forget her fiery spirit in sitcom Hot In Cleveland as Elka Ostrovsky.

Besides her comedy work, Betty was known for her love of animals and people. She was an advocate for animal welfare, racial equality, and LGBTQ+ rights. Her sweet innocent charm won the hearts over of millions across the nation and globe. She may have not had a single mean bone in her body, but she was a firm believer in what she felt was right.

I remember growing up, I would watch The Golden Girls everyday after school and would belly laugh until I cried. She was such a true gem and brought smiles to both myself and everyone that watched her on the TV and movie screens. Her soul was pure as ever and will be remembered for eons to come.

Happy 101st Birthday, Betty. May your light shine brighter today 💙

#I'm a little emotional #she was such a big influence on me as a kid #she was amazing #what a gem #betty white #remembering betty white #i'm not crying it's just raining on my face

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Okay I’m thinking - you’ve been on the phone with his mum and sisters for way too long and Willy is being needy for your attention before a roadie so he settles his face in between your legs to get you to focus on him…

Oh yes! This screams needy!willy ❤️ and I’m loving it

・✶ ｡ﾟ

One Way or Another ⚡️

[18+]

"Got everything packed," William called out as he strolled out of the bedroom, clutching his travel bag, all set for the upcoming road trip.

"Wait a sec, Camilla," he chuckled softly, chatting on the phone with your boyfriend's mum. "What was that, darling?" you inquired, lifting your head from the sofa to glance at William.

"I said, I'm ready to go – are you still talking to my mom?" William spoke loudly, a bit surprised that you'd been engaged in conversation with his mother and sister while he'd been showering and packing.

"Yeah, any issue with that?" you grinned at him sweetly.

"No, but..." he mumbled, causing you to chuckle lightly before returning to your call. Camilla was discussing their plans to visit you and William soon in Toronto, joined by Michelle and Stephanie.

And while you listened intently to the numerous details, Stephanie occasionally interjected with playful remarks or ideas for their trip, prompting William to pull a playful pout.

It was the final stretch before he had to head off on the road trip, and he hadn't quite anticipated spending those precious hours with you engrossed in a conversation with his family.

"Babe," he attempted to intervene, gesturing and pointing to himself, signaling his desire for you to focus on him instead of the call. However, you just shook your head, finding his antics amusing.

Eventually, he sighed and joined you on the sofa. Sitting down somewhat abruptly, causing you to slightly readjust your position.

Despite his efforts, you remained absorbed in the phone call.

He let out another loud, exaggerated sigh.

Still, there was no shift in your attention.

You responded warmly to Camilla's suggestions about dining options during their visit, while Stephanie contributed ideas for activities to do while William was occupied with his training.

But the more you chatted away on the phone, the more restless William grew.

He adored his family immensely and eagerly anticipated their arrival, but in that very moment, all he craved was your undivided attention.

"Baby, please…" he pouted, trying to catch your gaze while offering his best puppy-dog eyes.

"Willy, not now…" you softly hushed, unknowingly adding fuel to the fire.

When William was yearning for your focus, he was determined to get it, one way or another.

And then a mischievous smile slowly spread across his lips as he subtly edged closer to you.

His fingers began to trace a path up your legs, starting at your ankles, then moving up your calves before venturing further up toying lightly with the fabric of your loose shorts.

"Willy, stop it," you chuckled lightly, attempting to concentrate on the conversation with the Swedes, but your words held little sway over the determined Nylander in front of you.

William was feeling particularly playful, regardless of whether you were ready for it or not.

With a gentle shift in his position, he knelt on the sofa, both hands tenderly caressing your bare legs in soothing strokes. Massaging your tense calf muscles, his touch gradually moved upwards, firmly working on your inner thighs.

A faint smile graced your lips as William continued his attentiveness to your legs, yet your focus remained steadfast on the ongoing conversation.

Frustrated by your unyielding composure, William felt compelled to escalate things further, resorting to a tactic he knew gave him the upper hand – something at which he excelled, a skill that could compel you to completely surrender.

Changing his position once more, he rose from the piece of furniture, firmly grasping your ankle and gently pulling you to sit more upright, your back against the cushion with your legs extended downwards. He then knelt on the floor in front of you.

Curious about his sudden behaviour, you flashed him a sweet grin, still remaining on the line with his family.

Undeterred, William persisted with his actions. He began placing gentle kisses along your inner thighs, starting from just above your knee and trailing towards the soft skin beneath the shorts you wore, nearing the edge of your knickers.

"Willy!" you tried to whisper, attempting to conceal from his family what he was up to. However, with a mischievous smirk against your skin, William continued his attentions, starting to suck and nibble lightly, leaving behind a few marks as a memento of his presence while he'd be away.

And as your boyfriend continued his exploration up and down your thighs, you felt your breath slowly escaping in a steady rhythm.

His teasing and playful manner sent pleasurable sensations coursing through your body, and he seemed fully aware of the effect he was having on you.

Using just two fingers, he delicately hooked them around the hem of your shorts, and with a swift movement, he pulled them down your legs, along with your slightly steamed knickers, eliciting a sensation of cold air against your heat.

"Baby, you can't..." you attempted to urge William to cease his actions, but you knew your voice lacked the strength you wished for. Instead, it emerged as a mere whisper, verging on a light moan.

And with another light chuckle, William discarded the clothing completely before positioning your legs over his shoulders.

As his breath grew dangerously close to your core, you found yourself increasingly distracted from Stephanie's conversation. And though her voice and words filtered through the phone into your ear, your attention was fixated more on the man before you, causing the content of the nearly one-sided dialogue to slip from your mind.

"Fuck, baby... please don’t," you whimpered, but William seemed to revel in the torment he was causing you.

He wanted you before going on the road trip – and he was determined to fulfil his desires.

Drawing in even closer between your legs, his mouth encountered the enticing taste of your juices. The warmth sent waves of intense pleasure coursing through you, prompting you to instinctively lean back into the sofa's cushions.

There was no more teasing, or light tongue licks – no Willy dived straight into your cunt, and he was definitely having a meal before he left you alone.

His grip on your thighs became tighter as he was holding you in place, your hips starting to lightly rock into his face. And you weren’t sure for how much longer you could hold back moans, as you were still on the phone with his mother and sister.

And William was in the mood to test your limits.

Sucking and licking up all your tasteful sweetness between your legs.

And you knew he was about to make you see stars, as he well knew he could do it without much effort.

“Camilla… I’m sorry, but I’ve… uhm – I’ve got to go…” you finally managed to breath out, as you could feel those signs of an orgasm building up, pressing the red button on your phone.

And Willy just kept smirking into your cunt as his mouth worked his magic.

“You’re a fucking twat,” you cried out, in between moans which were slowly getting louder and louder.

Pulling slightly back to breath in some air, William simply offered you his smug face, as he smoothly moved his arm to gain better access for his two fingers to come in contact with your entrance, gently pushing in, causing you to cry out another loud moan.

“Fuck, yes…” you breathed out, as his fingers stretched your tight walls, and made their way in and out, coated with the moisture from your core.

And then once again coming back to pay your clit the attention it deserved, Willy sucked the sensitive bud of nerves as he kept working his fingers.

You were becoming a mess under his touch.

But then he did that thing, where he curled his fingers upwards, well aware of where you had that unmistakable sweet spot, causing your head to fall back into the sofa cushion, and now you were definitely having a blurry vision, being on the verge of coming undone by the mere mouth and two fingers of your boyfriend.

“Willy… I’m… almost…” you couldn’t even form a proper sentence, because of how weak he made you.

Speeding up his fingers, he let go of your clit with his mouth, yet hitting that right sport over and over again. Just until you felt your body shaking, your muscles tighten and your cunt pulsating as it came to cover his fingers with your juices while you reached the high of an orgasm.

“Oh Will!” your voice echoed throughout the condo.

And completely satisfied with his work, William retreated his fingers from your heat, cheekily looking at you as he sucked his fingers clean, tasting every drop of your sweet nectar.

"I hope you're ready with a good explanation for your mum the next time you chat with her," you said after catching your breath.

Abd cheeky as ever, William simply got up from his position and cuddled into you on the sofa, wrapping his arm around you and letting out a sweet chuckle.

"We'll come up with something, but have you learned your lesson?" he teased, flashing you a smug grin.

"And what lesson would that be?" you retorted.

"When I want attention, you've got to give it to me," he replied with a playful smirk, before placing a sweet kiss on your lips.

#my asks #william nylander imagine #18+#nhl smut #toronto maple leafs interview #wn88 imagine

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