#alex nylander x reader

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[shoot-the-oneshot]

NEW YEAR NEW PROMPTS!!! Request are open!!! Send em in

- [ ] 74 “Help me set this fucking thing on fire.”

- [ ] 75 “have you eaten today?” “Yeah” “okay have you eaten more than a fruit roll up”

- [ ] 76 “tell me again.”

- [ ] 77 “be my good girl.”

- [ ] 78 “who did it?”

- [ ] 79 “I don’t care where I am in the world I’m with you, I’m right there with you.”

- [ ] 80 “Tell me. Do you plan out all of the dumb stuff you do? Or does it just come naturally?"

- [ ] 81 "I plan but it never goes how I want."

- [ ] 82 “I might have done some bad things in my life but you are by far the best.

- [ ] 83 "I gave a dude your number, he wouldn't stop bothering me, give em' hell,"

- [ ] 84 "do you have my sad hoodie? I need my sad hoodie,"

- [ ] 85 "oh really?" / "yes, really." / "lying doesn't suit you, sweetheart”

- [ ] 86 “Weird way to propose, but ok."

- [ ] 87 Why do you insist on giving me pet names?

- [ ] 88 "you? beat me? what a joke,"

- [ ] 89 of course the flowers I got you were the best, you think you can do better?'

[couldawouldashoulda50]

Toi et Moi

A/N - Happy Birthday yesterday @leafs-lover - this is my fic for your birthday celebration. It’s waaaay longer than I had planned (11+k words) but I wanted to try and get some previous ideas pulled together into one fic.  This still falls under William Nylander and the reader who is a global super-star in her own right.  

I’m sorry - I can only write about Willy Styles for now but I’m starting to have some thirsty thoughts about a handful of other players; I plan to keep broadening my horizons 🙂

I hope you like this regardless.  

Warnings: 18+ content, general smut (p in v, oral m receiving), swearing, pregnant reader feeling insecure, discussions of jealousy

November, 2023 - Stockholm

“Fuck….William…” you pant.  “Oh…my…god…. – oh no…shit - what time is it?”

“We’re good - we got time” William grunts as he continues to buck his hips, pounding his cock deep into you.  “Fuck Y/N….you feel too fuckin’ good”.

You and William finally had a couple of hours to spend alone together after days of him being in the spotlight during the Leafs visit to Stockholm for the NHL Global Series.   With the first game against Detroit behind them, William had once again been thrust into the eye of the media hurricane that ensued after his 3 point showing.  His goal and two assists helped the Leafs win a come from behind game which only helped to bolster the overall frenzy over William’s (and the other Swedish members from the 4 teams) return to Sweden. 

While William, the team, and the WAGs that came along on the trip stayed at a luxury hotel in the city, you opted to stay at the apartment where you and William now consider “home-base” during the off-season; it was the safest bet for you to remain away from the cameras that were all but guaranteed to be following William this week. The apartment is, by far, one of the happiest places on earth for you and you had been looking forward to coming back to it, albeit a a different time of year.  The times that William and you have spent together in this space are nothing short of perfection and the present moment, with William underneath you, was certainly no exception.

William’s hands move skilfully around your body as your hips rock back and forth, grinding and forcing his cock deeply inside of you.  You catch William watching you; his expression is a mix of deep desire and ultimate pleasure and he smiles at you when your eyes lock on each other.  

“Fuck, William….” you sigh as the corners of your lips form a tiny smirk, followed by a full grin.  Your mouth drops open as the tip of his cock, coupled with his thick girth, hits the perfect spot while stretching you just right; your walls respond by gripping his cock even tighter.  You can feel a fresh release of slickness seep from your core and a distinct groan comes from William as thrusts become faster and harder.   

He sits up and kisses you madly; in doing so, you slide further down taking his entire length inside of you.  A jolt of pleasure shoots up through your body and you can’t help but to tightly grab a fistful of William’s hair as you bury your face in the crook of his neck.  It feels like you - your whole body is dangling from a cliff and you grasp at his body like he’s your only saviour.

What William doesn’t say with words during these moments, he more than makes up for it with a symphony of the most sensual and erotic sounds.  Normally every grunt, moan and growl that’s forced through his gritted teeth shows you what you do to him and you, in turn, close your eyes and allow yourself to completely melt into him.  

In this moment however, thoughts in your mind begin to converge between feeling the ultimate pleasure with the love of your life and uncertainty that swirls in your mind with William’s new heights with his celebrity.

You desperately try to stay in the moment with William as he sucks on your earlobe, sending another high-voltage shock through your body.  

You press your forehead against his jawline and graze your lips against the base of his muscular neck, mouthing the words “I love you” over and over against his skin.  You taste the delicious salt of his skin as you leave open mouthed kisses along his shoulder blades and over his collar bone.  

William’s strong arms have you fully enveloped, pulling you into him even closer, he pumps his cock upwards into you.  The slapping sound of William driving into you grows even louder, echoing alongside your strained cries throughout the entire apartment.   Your ass, tits and thighs give way to the ripple effect of each powerful thrust; your body’s reflection in a nearby full length mirror is on full display and it catches William’s gaze.  He watches you in the mirror as you ride and grind his cock with such fervent passion that he loses complete control and erupts deep within you, grunting and groaning with each twitch from the after effects of his orgasm.  He holds you in place for a moment, and once his lips find yours again, he kisses you deeply, releasing a long moan into your mouth as his hands glide effortlessly over your glistening skin.

“Shit, I came before you didn’t I?” he said, huffing breathlessly, his lips still pressed against yours.  His hands move up to your face, brushing some of your sweaty tendrils away from your face.  

He looks at you and smiles; his thumbs lightly stroke the delicate skin on either side of your mouth.

“You’re so fucking unbelievably beautiful…”

You bashfully smile, looking down from his gaze…your eyes landing on the shine of his thick chain around his broad neck.  “So are you,” you said softly.

You can feel William’s cock softening, still inside of you.  His seed begins to drip from your entrance but he remains holding you in place on top of his lap. 

“You ok?  I know we don’t have a ton of time right now to take care of you… but you know I’ll make this up to you, right?” William said gently.

“Mmmm-hmmm…you know you give me multiple orgasms regularly…I think I can let this one go” you said jokingly, followed by a soft kiss on his mouth.  

“But are you doing ok?  I know been a fucking circus since I got here…and I know I’m kind of being pulled in all different directions - ” 

“William” you gently interrupt him, cupping his face and smiling.  “This is such a huge moment for you…for every Swede on all the teams.  I’m just so fucking proud of you, I could almost burst.  And to watch your family get to see what you do…live…at home in Sweden - it’s fucking amazing.  This is a once in a lifetime thing, and I want you to take in as much as you can.  Trust me, I’ve loved watching every single moment of what’s happened here.”

William kisses you again, and helps you slide off his lap, murmuring words of love to you. He helps you onto your side, his arms wrap around you and you nestle your face into his chest.

“I sort of wish our relationship was more out in the open now though - I feel bad that you’re always sort of in the background and not out taking pictures with me” William confessed.

Since you and William officially began dating, both of your ultra-private tendencies kicked into high gear.  It’s not always been easy; when William is asked about any part of his personal life, he averts spilling any details except for a few crumbs about Pablo and Banksy, friends and family.  You have done the same during interviews and have become a master at giving answers with no real details associated with them.  It’s worked well for the most part, allowing your relationship to flourish without being under a microscope.  You were able to date, move in together, become engaged, get pregnant and married without a whiff to anyone that didn’t respect your right to privacy.  Up to this point, neither of you seemed to be in a rush to make your joint lives public; you both lived by the adage “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it” and it has led to a happy and harmonious life so far.  

Until now, that is.

Prior to arriving in Sweden, you thought long and hard about remaining in the background during the week, despite being involved in some of the more publicized events that would occur during the week. You were one of the primary investors in the “Börje” docuseries that was premiering early in the week, however, you opted to be dropped off at the back entrance of the theatre, while William, his teammates and his family took pictures together in the front.  It was during these photo ops that William began to feel very strongly that no matter the recourse with the media and the public, he wanted you next to him. 

You had also begun to wish you hadn’t covered-up and protected your relationship as much as you had now.  One of the biggest moments of his life, and you, his wife, pregnant with your first child, was nowhere to be seen, at least not in the pictures.  You had desperately wanted the attention to remain on the teams at the Global Series, but it now seemed with the sacrifice of your own making, it appeared like you did not exist in his life at all.  You had always thought it was not the “outside world’s” business to know about the details of your personal life but now, to be able to stand with William as part of his world, meant more than keeping everything under wraps.

The nights were even lonelier, leaving William at the hotel and you returning to the apartment without him.  While you were exhausted most of the time, too many thoughts derived from some of your deepest insecurities started to bounce around in your mind, keeping you awake for far too long.  

The pregnancy lately only exacerbated those insecurities.  Prior to leaving for Sweden, you had driven William to one of his last practices and hung out with some of the staff while the team was on the ice.  

While at the rink, you relaxed as you waited leaning back in your chair with your feet up on another, Mitch came into the lounge afterward bellowing a “whoa!  Big Momma’s in the house!  Tone - hey - …c’mere for a sec.”  

Auston enters the room giving you his normal shit-eating grin.  

“Doesn’t she look bigger than yesterday?”

You look at Mitch, your mouth slightly agape, trying to process what in the tom-fuck he’s got going on in his brain, only able to shake your head at the comment.

Auston tries to stifle a chuckle and turns to Mitch “She looks like she’s gonna fuckin kick your ass dude”.

“What?  Well - maybe not bigger…more like thicker…”

Mitch’s comment wouldn’t have bothered you so much if, let’s say, you hadn’t sat in the corner of your massive walk-in closet, hating how you looked in every single item of clothing (that still fit) the night before.  

“That’s essentially the same thing as being bigger - Jesus Mitch” you chuckle.

“You still look good though….look, I was just saying the baby’s getting bigger…” Mitch trails off, trying not to sound too defensive.  

You get up from the chair.  “Awh, Mitchy…it’s all good.  Big Momma still loves you” you said, patting him on the shoulder before walking out of the room.  You overhear Auston chuckling at Mitch saying “you’re such an idiot”.

You see Max (Domi) and give him a quick hug before heading into the washroom for some solitude.  It was these little moments in time - the little innocuous comments that weren't meant to be hurtful but just came out wrong - that badly skewed your perception of yourself when you allowed them to.  Being a performer, with all of its perks - it had dented your self-esteem in ways that you yourself are still trying to comprehend, even after all of these years.

Now that you are in Sweden, you’re acutely aware that there are an impossible number of beautiful women (yes - a Shoresey reference)  just in Stockholm alone, and have yourself convinced that 99.9% of them want your husband.  The way that your mind played out the scenario is that William might want a little taste on the side too.

“Y/N?  Did I lose you or something” William chuckles.

You look up at him and all of his handsome features and suddenly, you feel a pin-prick feeling from your eyes as a tear threatens to fall from the corner.

You hesitated saying anything for a few moments but quickly realized your emotions were getting the better of you.  “Fuck…we don’t have time for this” you quietly said, trying to discreetly wipe your eyes.

“It’s ok - we’ve got time…out with it, what’s going on?” 

You mentally joke that William has said ‘we got time’ already when he was balls deep in you so your radar is now up…he probably has no idea at all.

You paused a bit longer, gathering your thoughts together.  

“I don’t know…I’ve got all of this stupid shit running through my head lately.  I’m trying to get a hold of it but it’s really kind of fucking with me”.  

You try and not let out a sob and try to stop the tears. 

“Try not to judge me for thinking this….every time that I see a beautiful girl within 100 feet of you, I think you’re going to ditch me and run off with her….and given we're here, in the fucking land of the beautiful people…I just can’t get a grip….it’s driving me mental…”, you said, a tiny smile forms through your tears.

William chuckled lightly.  

“Please don’t get me wrong - I do love to see all the attention, all the recognition - all the outpouring of love for you this week.  All those times your character was completely ripped apart in the media coming out of Toronto…it made my blood boil.  I always thought ‘if those people only knew…if they could really see you - how gifted of a player you are, how hard you work, and how good of a person you are…they’d just shut the fuck up’.  But now….I don’t know…I guess now that everyone else has caught up to what your people already knew…and I hate myself a little for saying this but everything seems like it’s completely different now.  I’m feeling so uneasy about all of this…like maybe you’re going to want to be single again…maybe go on a bit of a sex bender, have a different taste of the week…something like that.”

As long as William had known you, he had always been perplexed about the level of self-doubt you had, but seldom revealed.  He could never quite figure out where it all stemmed from.  You were exceptionally talented, hugely successful, extremely intelligent, and had a heart as deep as an ocean.  You were amazing to your family and friends.  William often mused that he has never been loved so passionately by a partner,  nor had someone that was so openly devoted to him.  

All of this, and you were a total knock-out; an absolutely stunning beauty.  William would sometimes lie there quietly as you slept and just watch you breathe.  He tried not to disturb you but as always, he would give into the urge to glide his hand over and around your stomach; his fingers lightly and slowly trailing past your belly-button, and ever so delicately, his middle finger would touch the top of your slit.  His tongue would create a glossy trail along the curve of your breast and would move eagerly to your pointed nipple, lapping and swirling around the peak until he heard the moans escape from your mouth.  

It’s through these moments, touching you - the constant urge of knowing he had to have you, when William hoped you could feel how deep his love for you is.  Spending countless hours, with him talking into your forehead and you into his chest (simply because neither of you were willing to break free from your embrace) he felt you letting your guard down and any doubts kicking around in your head would dissolve.

Tears were beginning to fall steadily, saturating William’s chest.  You hated these moments when you were feeling so vulnerable, especially about William.  

You continued, speaking softly.  “It’s all the changes that are going to happen once Little One arrives.  Just picture it…after the baby’s born….how are you going to feel when you get home from a long road trip and I’m a grumpy mess and the baby’s crying and the dogs are barking, and there’s no food in the house and there’s just shit…everywhere.  This is what greets you when you walk in?  What happens if this…your new home life…drives you to feeling like you want to get out…escape back to your single life…and the first thing you end up doing is diving between some model’s thighs who slipped into your DM’s…”, you lament.  

You finally say “It’s just…with all of this" rubbing the roundness of your belly, “I just don't want to do any of this without you…and I’m having trouble shaking these thoughts,” your voice sounding small, filled with anguish.

William pulled you in even closer, your head rising and falling on his chest with each breath he took.  The wetness from your tears had pooled, trapped between your cheek and William’s chest.  You lift your head, wiping his chest off with your hand and softly pressed kisses along his skin before burying your face back into his body.

“Look Y/N, I get it.  I totally do.  I maybe never said it but I sometimes feel sorta the same thing.  Like, when we were at Lollapalooza, you were up there on stage with all these rock star guys just killin’ it.  I could see the way the guys looked at you, like they were in awe of you.   Like they worshipped you in a way.  I admit it, I got jealous. Like really fucking jealous.  I didn’t know the bands or the songs - fuck, even Linus and Sandy were singing along - I guess I felt like a bit of an idiot.  Like maybe you deserved a lot better than me”.  William plants a long kiss on the top of your head. 

William continued; “I know this stuff scares you and you’re spinning all of these worst case scenarios…do you really believe I’m just going to walk away from you, from our baby, from this life just to fuck other pretty girls?  And I know you’re going to say that it happens all the time…and yeah, it does.  But there’s also couples that are perfect for one another.  I think that’s you and me.”

William lifts your left hand so it’s within your view.  He thumbs your engagement ring that is nestled alongside your wedding band. 

“Toi et Moi…” William said, bringing your hand to his lips.  The duality of the reference makes your heart melt; for you, it not only alludes to the two-stone design of the ring, but the memory those three words hold.

*flashback to July, 2022*

William had first seen the Toi et Moi design vacationing with you and his family in Saint Tropez in the off-season the year prior.  The trip itself was one of the gifts you have given him for his 26th birthday; a trip anywhere he wanted with whomever he wanted.  Once the shock of your generous gift wore off, he barely needed to even think about it; William chose the French Riviera with the most important people in his life.

A few days into the vacation, parents Camilla and Michael departed for a day alone at the beach, followed by a trip to the open air market.  William and Alex had ventured into town while you and the sister contingent of his family stayed back at your villa, relaxing in the sun by the pool.  

The brothers meandered through the streets amongst the many tourists that flocked to the stunning French coastline during the summer.  The trip had been the perfect antidote for Alex; he had recently broken up with his girlfriend and had been testy and grouchy ever since.  Alex was in his element now, being surrounded by beautiful girls in short summer dresses, and he embraced his singledom wholeheartedly.  William ribbed his brother incessantly as Alex was constantly swivelling his head around to survey each girl as they passed by.  They continued on to the shops and cafes that dotted the waterfront, chatting about nothing but laughing at everything.

They stopped at Cafe de Paris which had a street level patio with an amazing view of the port.  The deep blue sky was completely cloudless and save for all the yachts in the harbour, it was hard to distinguish where the water ended and the sky began.    

Once seated under the outdoor canopy, Alex removes his sunglasses and soaks in the view.  

“Fuuuuuck….look at this.  This…is pretty incredible, no?” 

“Yeah, this whole trip has been amazing.  Y/N was a little nervous about going on her first Nylander family vacation but I think it’s going pretty good”, William said while taking in the view.

“I still can’t believe she gave you a trip…a trip for your entire family…just for your birthday.  Fuck dude…it’s not even a ‘big’ birthday”, Alex teases.  “Man, I don’t know what you must do to her….”

William laughs his trademark laugh.

“Scratch that.  I know what you do to her…I’ve heard you two going at it more than once”, Alex said, dripping with sarcasm and rolling his eyes.

“Bit bitter, eh?” William chuckles at his brother’s sour expression.

“Fuck, c’mon man….” Alex said, leaning back in his seat.  “It’s hard not to be a little envious….your girlfriend - she’s famous as fuck, stunning as fuck, rich as fuck.  You’re pretty fucking greedy….you know that?” Alex backhands William’s upper arm.

William laughs even harder.

“She’s also kind as fuck, funny as fuck, talented as fuck, and smart as fuck too…she picked me after all.  It’s the Nylander charm….”, William goads him on, as he backhands Alex’s arm in return.  “Maybe you should try it some time….” 

“Low blow fucker… I’ve heard enough out of you” Alex deadpans, followed by a smirk.

The banter dissipates as they both peruse the drink menu.  

“Ohhhhh yeah….Porn Star Martini” William chuckles.  

“Yeah…it figures you’d go for that, pornstar…seems fitting” Alex said sardonically, his lips curling into a smile afterward.  

“You might want to think about ordering a couple - maybe you need to up your game a little with the laaa-dies”, William said, tongue in cheek.

“Oh my God William - fuuuuuck off….” Alex said, shaking his head.

The server arrives at their table and William orders the drinks for both he and Alex.  The men had decided on a lunch full of rich French fare; Baked Mussels, Croque-Monsieur and Beef Tartar.

The Martinis are going down pretty easy so Alex tells the server to keep them coming.  They have nowhere specific to be, at least not for the next few hours, so they settle in for a relaxed afternoon.  The conversation is typical; they trade notes on their sister’s boyfriends (potential or otherwise), gossip about mutual friends and their ongoing sagas, family drama, and about what the next hockey season may bring.  They continue to people-watch - mostly girls (William’s not really looking - not that much anyway - just helping his brother out) that are out shopping or out sunbathing on the yachts that are moored at the marina.  

After lunch and a few too many beverages, Alex and William decide to move on, needing a walk to sober them up a little.  They take their time strolling along Rue François Sibilli and window-shop the luxury boutiques to see if there’s anything intriguing to buy.

As they continue to wind their way along the narrow streets, William’s phone buzzes with a notification - a text from his sister, Stephanie.  A picture of you and William’s parents appears, standing around the island of the gourmet kitchen in the villa.  You and Michael appear to be prepping food, and Camilla is standing and watching; all of you seem to be mid-laugh.  There are half-full wine glasses near each of you.  

William is entranced by the photo, his heart feels like it could burst with happiness.  

William turns to Alex and shows Alex the picture that Stephanie sent.  Alex smiles faintly saying “Awh…great picture”.  Alex leans in closer and reads Stephanie’s text [in Swedish] “I hope you marry her so we can keep her.  Or we can just vote Alex off the island and she take his spot” 

“Real fucking nice - she’s getting chucked in the pool for that one”, Alex’s slight irritation showing.  William had missed seeing the text, and giggled once he read it.  He felt a little bad for Alex, but he laughed at the expression on his face anyway.

 “I was going to do this after we all got home after our trips but…I think I want to get Y/N something now from the family to say thank-you to her”.  

“Yeah - good idea…..what would she be into - what do you think she’d like?” Alex asked.

“That’s the problem.  I could show up with an old t-shirt of mine wrapped in a paper bag and she’d be over the moon….”, William said.  “Well, maybe not that as a thank you for spending thousands of dollars on our family but you know what I mean…she’s seriously like that though”, William confided.  “I don’t know…I want to get her something that’s really special…something that will always make her remember her first vacation with me…with all of us”.   

“Ha - you are so fucking whipped….” Alex said jokingly as William shot him a warning glance

Alex put up his hands in defence “Don’t get all pissy - I was going to say that she really is awesome...Mom, Dad, the rest of the family - including me…before I get voted off, that is  - she seems to fit right in.  You’re lucky….considering what everyone thought about my last girlfriend, I can tell you that it REALLY fucking sucks to have Mom and Dad disapprove, let alone anyone else in the family.”  

Alex nods in the direction of a jewellery store.  “Get her some jewellery.  Fuck, you cannot go wrong with that”, Alex said.  

They enter the small but elegant boutique, and are greeted by a stylish and attractive young woman.   Her smile widens at the gorgeous Swedes, unintentionally blushing when they return the smile.  

In a demure voice, with a hint of seduction and a distinct French accent, she asks if the men speak English.  They respond yes, and just to catch her attention, Alex adds “Oui” after he responds.  It was a small gesture but it worked…Alex had no trouble getting her to focus on him.  Alex sees from her name tag that her name is Eloise and commits it to his memory.

“What can I help the gentlemen with today?” Eloise asks sweetly.

“Bonjour, Eloise…that’s such a beautiful name” Alex said, appearing more smitten by the second.  “My - my brother’s looking for a gift for his girlfriend”.

Eloise looks at William, and a wide smile appears on her face “You are brothers - ah oui, I can see it now!” she giggles.  

The group chuckles and Eloise smiles at Alex “Je m’excuse…excuse me - un moment” she turns as she heads through a door leading  into the backroom of the store.  The brothers begin to look at the brilliant pieces though the display cases while they hear Eloise faintly talking to someone else in French.

Eloise reappears with another woman, more mature in years than Eloise but equally as beautiful.  Eloise introduces the other associate as Juliette and explains Juliette will be assisting William, while Eloise helps Alex.  It was obvious it was a ploy for Eloise’s attention to remain solely on Alex, and Alex did not mind one bit.

Juliette motions for William to take a seat in one of the plush chairs in front of a glass display case.  She introduces herself and William does the same.  The two make small talk which flows easily.  Eventually the pair shoot a glance toward Eloise and Alex and jointly chuckle.  On the surface, Alex and Eloise appeared to just be looking at different selections of jewellery but their body language told a completely different story.  You could see the temperature rising between them every time they shared a mere glance at one another.

Juliette turns back to William and begins to ask questions about what he’s looking for.

“Eloise tells me you are looking for a gift for your girlfriend…how very lovely,” Juliette gently said, smiling.  “Is it a gift for a special occasion?  Birthday?  Anniversaire - oh, quel est le mot…your Anniversary?”

“It’s meant to be a thank you from me and my family.  She gave us all a trip here to Saint Tropez and I wanted to give her something special to show how much this meant to me…and well, to my family too.” William explains.

“Mon Dieu, that’s wonderful…” Juliette smiled brightly.  “Bien sur, of course…I will help you choose something perfect for your love.  Can you tell me a little more about what she might like?  Diamonds or Gemstones?  Colour of Gold?  Things like that.”

“I’m actually more into jewellery than she is, I think.  I’m really into David Yurman and have been since my Mom gave my brother and I these chains when we were little. So - um, I’m a little more flashy when it comes to jewellery than her”  William smiles.  “When I have seen her wear something for a long period of time, it’s mostly because it has a sentimental meaning behind it.”

“Have you been together for a long time?” Juliette asks.

William thinks for a moment.  “Well, we’ve really only been an ‘official’ couple since last fall, but we’ve known each other since 2016.  It took us a really, really long time to finally be able to be together.  It’s a long story.” William said with a grin.  “She’s a pretty amazing girl”.

Juliette smiles at William.  She can hear it in his voice that he is very much in love.  

“I’m so happy to hear that…I can hear how much you care for her.” Juliette said warmly.

William glances at Eloise and Alex for a moment and laughs to himself at the sight of them; flirting is in full swing between the two with doe eyes being exchanged.  He thinks that’s exactly how you and him look at each other, with the big difference being that he wants you for his forever, not for just a “perfect for right now”.

Having already discussed a budget (which William wasn’t interested in setting any kind of dollar limit), Juliette begins to bring pieces from various collections for William to view.  She lays the velvet boards out in front of him and smiles to herself when she sees his eyes grow wide and bright at the options presented.  

“Oh…wow…this one is interesting.  There’s something really unique about it…” William’s eyes dance as he looks intently at the details of the diamond necklace laid before him.  

“Ah oui - yes, that necklace is a very special piece and is part of the ‘Toi et Moi’ collection, meaning ‘You and Me’ en anglais..in English.  The design has historical importance, especially here in France.  In the 18th century, Napoleon presented Josephine with the very first ‘Toi et Moi’ ring, which we have in various styles in another case over there.  As with this necklace, two lovers are represented by each diamond, and the design, the stones being set together as they are here, represents the two loves meeting,” Juliette explains.  “Toi et Moi - You and Me….it’s very romantic, no?”

“It’s perfect” William said, running his fingers over the white gold setting and along each of the diamonds.  “I know she’ll love it….the history of it even….she’s even fluent in French, so the whole France/Napoleon connection is awesome.”  

“Oh, ma coeur, a girl after my own heart…that is lovely!  A very strong and loving connection, that is what I see you two have, so this necklace is the essence of you both.” 

Juliette couldn’t help it but William had already endeared himself to her.  She could feel his utter devotion to you, and it resonated with Juliette deeply.  She had found the very same thing with her late husband and to see William speak about you so adoringly, her heart felt full knowing that kind of pure love still existed.

“I will definitely take the necklace, and I see there’s a bracelet too….I’d like both please.”  

William looked toward the other display case.  “Can you show me a Toi et Moi ring?” he asked.

William's heart momentarily raced at the thought of looking at a ring for you, let alone an engagement ring…although, he knew it wasn’t the right time to propose to you, not just yet.  It wasn’t because he was unsure about wanting to be with you; he wanted the two of you to experience more of day to day life together and hopefully move in together for the coming season.  

Juliette brought a small selection of the rings to William and explained how the rings could be completely customized.

Eloise looked over at Juliette as she handed one of the rings to William to inspect.  

“Ohhh!  Alex…ton frѐre…is he looking at engagement rings?” Eloise gasped lightly with a wide grin.

Alex’s eyes darted toward William as he stood there holding the ring between his thumb and index finger.

“William…wait, are you serious?” Alex said, his serious tone apparent.  

“Don’t freak out, I was just looking.  The design of the ring is crazy…it’s perfect.  After everything we went through, I don’t think there’s any other ring that comes close to actually being ‘us’... this one definitely does.  When it’s time, I think this is what I want to give to her”,  

“Phew…ok.  Yeah - it’s really beautiful.”  Alex looks back towards Eloise, relief washing over his face.  Eloise giggles at Alex’s expression and they resume with their flirtations which are more apparent now.  

Juliette and William chat while she places the pieces in the individual velvet boxes which William requested.  The bracelet, he decides, will be from the family but the necklace, he’s planning on giving that to you separately when you’re alone later on that evening.  He’s fairly certain that it’s all you’ll be wearing once he places it around your neck, and he can feel himself harden slightly with the thought.  

Once he settles the invoice, William and Juliette exchange a quick embrace and warmly bid their thank you’s and goodbyes.  Juliette quietly reminded William that if you and he ever find themselves back in Saint Tropez next summer to come and visit her, she would be so thrilled to meet you.  

Alex, having already snagged Eloise’s number, flashes her a brilliant smile and quietly said “Call you later” followed by a wink.  Eloise’s cheeks are flushed with a red hue - a knowing smile formed on her lips, followed by “à bientôt, Alex”.

The men departed the store, both grinning like two idiots, totally in love - or lust depending on the brother.  If they had managed to sober up at all after lunch, you couldn’t really tell at this point…both seemed to be almost reeling, beaming with their own individual images in their minds of what the coming evening might hold. 

William takes in some of the scenery on the way back to Villa Margarido.  The cab ride thankfully is quick as a nervous-excitement begins to build in William’s stomach.  He has given you gifts before, but this set - these specific pieces - mean something so much more.  It’s undeniable now, he knows what he wants his future with you to look like.

The driver was pleasant and friendly, and given the kind of afternoon the brothers had, they tipped him generously - excessively even.  The driver thanked them profusely, secretly hoping to have them as repeat clients.  William and Alex’s mood continued to elevate as they breezed through the glass front entrance doors, stopping only for William to tuck his purchases away, and they made their way towards the lively conversations taking place on the large poolside terrace.   

Despite the dinner hour approaching, the hot July sun still hangs in the cloudless, azure skies  and is nowhere close to setting.  Light permeates every square inch of one of the spacious, white living rooms embellished with red accents throughout, which bordered the expansive and modern kitchen.  The private chef that was included for the duration of the week, Marco, greets Alex and William with fist bumps and animated repartee.  You had all established with Marco when you arrived that you wanted him to feel like an extended member of the family, which seemed to suit Marco’s personality just fine.  

William peered over the island to see the multiple creations that Marco had in store for tonight’s multi-course dinner.  Hunger pangs hit William suddenly, and he sneaks a piece of grilled homemade focaccia with cherry tomato and fresh burrata.  Marco catches him in the act and with a strong Italian accent, he tells William his hockey career will be over if he does it again.  Marco erupts in laughter, as does William while complimenting the chef with his mouth full.  They leave the chef to continue with his prep work and make their way out to the large, light stone terrace. 

William spots you sitting beside Camilla and Michael; Camilla is stretched out on a lounge chair and Michael sits at the end on the same chair, tenderly rubbing her calves and feet.  The three sisters are wading in the pool as they discuss the scandals of late in the competitive world of women’s tennis and within their respective circle of friends.  You seemingly had just gotten out of the pool, your toned and tanned body still had water beading on your chest and arms as it dripped down from your long, slicked back hair.  

Two thoughts converged in William’s mind; the first thought being that nothing could make him happier than seeing you relaxing with his parents and thoroughly enjoying each other’s company, and the second thought, he wished you two were alone so he could throw you over his shoulder, stretch you out on the nearest comfortable surface and go completely feral on you.  ‘Fuck’ William thought to himself as he scanned your features, willing the uprising in his shorts to calm down. 

Everyone’s attention redirects to Alex and William’s arrival, the conversations now switch to greetings.  The men walk around the pool’s edge towards you and his parents and the questions start flying about how their day was.  The three sisters wade to the opposite edge of the pool, propping their elbows up on the warm stone to allow them to participate in the conversation. 

Alex spots Stephanie; he discreetly dips his foot into the pool and in one swift motion, he flicks water in her face.  Before she can complain, Alex cuts her off with a low ��vote me off the island…you’ll go before me there, sunshine”.   

The two other girls in the pool splash water back at Alex, missing him by a mile.  He sets down his things on a table close by while greeting you and his parents. Giggles and laughter erupt when Alex suddenly rips his shirt off and with shorts and flip flops on still, does a cannonball into the water and promptly bombards Stephanie with the miniature tsunami that the jump, and his frame, generated.  

Whoops and hollers echo all around and even Marco came out from the kitchen onto the upper balcony to chime in when he heard the commotion.  You laughed and applauded at the sibling chaos, and finally afterward, you were able to cast your eyes on your beloved man.  Your gaze meets Williams, followed by wide grins and soft hellos.  Your heart already racing, William leans over and kisses you gently.  He tastes so exquisite that you are desperate to slide your tongue against his, but not with his parents and siblings as an audience.  You cradle his face with one hand, and quietly ask, while his face is still close to yours, if he had a good day.  “Very, very good” was William’s response as leaned in for one more kiss.  You place a dry towel for him to sit down on the lounge chair with you, and as he sits, you and Camilla resume chatting.  William began telling the three of you about the super yachts that he saw at the port, where they went for lunch and what they had, and how girl crazy Alex seems to be here.  Camilla and Michael look at each other with a knowing smile and then chuckle at William.  

He was just about to mention Alex meeting Eloise but he stopped himself, not wanting to give away the location of where they met her.  You saw him stifle himself but you quickly looked past it as he continued to answer more questions about his day.

Marco reappears on the upper deck and in his booming voice announces that dinner will begin in an hour.  The group all shout thank-you’s back and Marco bows down in an exaggerated, grandiose manner.

You finish your water and the remainder of your cocktail while the surrounding conversations begin to wind down.  Having multiple layers of sunscreen baked onto your skin throughout the day, you’re looking forward to a warm shower, preferably not alone, before dinner is served.  

You excuse yourself, being the first to retreat to your room.  William helps you gather a few things and explains that he needs to talk with his parents for a couple of minutes and he’ll be in soon.  You kiss him softly on the cheek and affectionately tell the group you will see them at dinner as you depart.  

You enter the villa and see Marco working away in the kitchen like a conductor in front of an orchestra.  The aroma of the various dishes that everyone will be enjoying this evening fills the air, and with wide eyes, you simply say “Oh my gosh, Braaaavo Marco” praising him and his incredible talents as a chef.  As you walk by the floor to ceiling windows that look out over the pool and terrace, you see the Nylander family gathered around William while he speaks.  It’s none of your business but there’s something…it’s not quite suspicious or unsettling…but whatever intuition you’ve been bestowed is giving you a funny feeling in your stomach that the discussion might very well be about you.

You softly pad across the bedroom while thoughts swirl around in your mind, wondering what Wiliam was talking about with his family. 'It’s none of your business' you tell yourself as you undress and step into the walk-in shower in the ensuite of your bedroom.

You turn on the shower, the rainfall shower head envelops you in streams of warm water.  Exhaling deeply, you lean your head back as the water gently pulsates against your face. You slick back your long curly hair which is now stretched out and hangs low, touching the cheeks of your ass.

You hear William enter the bedroom and shortly thereafter, he appears at the ensuite door wearing just his shorts.  He watches you with keen interest, a small grin appears on his face once you spot him.

You gather your ample breasts in your hands, not really doing much to cover them, looking at him with a look of faux sheepishness on your face.

“Um, excuse me….have we met?” you look at him with a slight grin.

“Oh…we’ve met…” William said cheekily.  He removes his shorts, his cock already appearing rigid.  He steps into the shower and his hands waste no time encircling your waist, landing on your round ass, pulling you into him.  

“You sure?” you say, teasingly.  

Your hands release your breasts, your nipples hard and protruding against William’s chest.  You glide your fingertips down from his shoulders, along his biceps, around to his lower back, finally settling your hands on his muscular backside. You scan his face as you gently sway your hips so the area above the slit of your pussy comes into contact with his penis. Your flesh brushes against the tip of his cock and incites a low groan from his mouth.  You feel the growing pressure of his erection against you and instinctively, you bite your lower lip as your own pressure intensifies between your thighs.

Your eyes are fixed on his mouth, the natural and sensual curves of his lips beg for a slow and passionate kiss.  William lowers his head, your mouths almost connecting, breathing each other in before succumbing to your primal urges.  Your kiss is deep and passionate, the longing you’ve had for William all day is now being unleashed and is completely untamed.  Hands begin to feverishly grasp at each other as the water streams over your interlaced bodies.  The taste of William’s mouth further ignites your already desperate need to devour all of him.  

It’s the second time today William felt intoxicated.  God, he needed you so badly.  The way your body felt pressed against his drove him wild; it always has.  The moans that escaped your lips alongside your murmurs in his ear of loving, wanting and needing him so much, nearly put him off balance.

You break from the kiss, your mouth descending down his body, leaving a trail of licks and kisses from his jawline, down over his neck, across his collarbones, and down toward his torso.  You worked your way further down his body, turning him around so the water from the shower is hitting his back.  You are on your knees now, his fully erect dick right in your line of sight, ready for the taking.  

“It looks like Wild Bill is happy to see me,” you purr as your lips ghost the tip of his cock.   Nicknames weren’t necessarily your thing, but one night in his bed, early on in your sex-plorations with William, the name ‘Wild Bill’ rolled off your tongue in reference to his cock after he had made you cum so hard that you thought you might pass out. 

You looked up at Williiam as he mutters “Fuck” , leaning his head back under the steady stream of water, his cock now throbbing with the anticipation of your next move.  

Torturously slow, you gently take the tip of his dick in your mouth. As the taste of William’s pre-cum hits your tongue, the nerve-endings throughout your pussy are electrified.  Streams of water continue to flow down his body, weaving paths along the protruding veins of his thick member.  

You run your hands up the back of his calves and then further up to his muscular thighs.  You’re in complete awe of his body as you caress the intricate designs of his muscle mass in his legs, his ass and that fucking perfect “V” on his lower torso.  As your hands continue to walk over his lower body, your long tongue continues to lap and stroke the head of his cock, encouraging more of the pearlized fluid to seep from the tip.  

William was starting to lose control.  You heard a strained moan and could feel the muscles in his body tighten and compress.  Your right hand firmly grips him around the girth of his beautiful thick cock and you guide it into your mouth.  Your tongue naturally moves along the underside of his shaft, and you accept his full length into your mouth again and again.  Your hand stroking and manipulating his shaft and balls compliment the expert work done by your mouth.  William clenches his jaw while a series of indiscernible words, possibly in Swedish, pour out of his mouth.  

“Jesus….fucking….Christ…Y/N…fuuuuck” WIlliam stammers as he begins to buck his hips to a faster rhythm.  More and more, you taste his arousal on your tongue.  You raise your body up slightly while remaining on your knees, your mouth never leaving his member.  The slight change in angle as you continue to work his manhood is marked by a long agonizing growl from his mouth.  One of William’s hands clutches a mass of your wet hair while the other hand presses against the marble wall of the shower for stability.  William’s thighs begin to twitch and his hips continue to pump his cock into your mouth in rapid, shallow movements.  

“Shit, Y/N - I’m cumming!” William bellows as he grabs the back of your head and fully erupts into your mouth; you allow the thick streams of his cum to slide down your throat.  Your hands are splayed on his hips, your fingertips press into his flesh as the involuntary jerking motions from his powerful orgasm subsides.  You gently grab the base of his penis to hold it steady as you slowly withdraw him from your mouth.  You hold the weight of his cock gingerly in your hand as you gaze up at him, smiling innocently.  His soaking wet hair has fallen forward as his head hangs, his chin towards his chest, allowing the water to hit the back of his neck.  His breathing is almost back to normal as he opens his eyes and sees you still kneeling in front of him.  

William extends his hands to you, interlacing your fingers with his, giving you some extra leverage as you stand up.  He wraps his strong arms around you and angles his head into the crook of your neck, the warm water creating a steam bath of sorts.

“You’re incredible, Y/N” William said as he grazes his lips along your neck, up toward your ear.  

Knowing you were left without any kind of release for yourself, William tells you how he’s got something special planned for you later on this evening.   Despite the warmth of the shower, his low voice purring in your ear sends a shiver down your spine, your clit now aching for his attention. You kiss him, moaning softly as your tongues connect while your hands continue to follow the expanse of each other’s bodies.

Sensing Wild Bill is getting aroused again, as well as yourself, you affectionately remind William that dinner’s going to be ready soon, and you don’t want to advertise to everyone what you two have been up to by arriving to the table late.

“We could skip dinner,” William said, raising an eyebrow as he hands you the shampoo for your hair.

“Mmmmm….I know it’d be totally worth it, but I’m fucking starving now…did you see what Marco made?” you smiled.

“I swiped one of those burrata things…it was pretty fucking good” William said before he’s immerses himself back under the shower head to rinse.

You stood there for a moment, finally responding with “You’re lucky he didn’t break one of your fingers for doing that you know” you quip.

William decided not to mention the (empty) threat Marco made about ending his hockey career after he lifted one of his creations.  In true Willy Styles form, William simply responded “Nah…he loves me”.   A wide grin appears on your face as you shake your head.  You don’t say anything else; you’ve known William long enough to know when he’s harmlessly stretching the truth.

You and William quickly finish showering, both of you stealing little kisses and touches while chatting about various moments throughout the day.  

You were trying to decide on something fairly simple to wear when William motions toward a white off-the-shoulder shirt, suggesting for you to ‘show off your tan’.  You grab the shirt and match it with a long and flowy white cotton skirt accented with lace embroidery and some simple low-heeled cross-tie sandals.  You tie your long locks into a low, loose bun at the nape of your neck, allowing some tendrils of hair to fall, framing your face.  William looks amazing as usual in just a nice t-shirt and shorts.  You curl your toes when he comes up behind you as you open the door to exit your bedroom, the scent of his cologne literally making you weak in the knees.  

“Jeeeesus, William” you say, turning to face him.  You start nuzzling his neck and you wrap your arm around his waist, pulling yourself towards him.  “Actually, maybe we could skip dinner, or just have it delivered outside here…I can give you more oral pleasure, monsieur William…” you say with a heavy French accent.  You smile mischievously while William rubs his hand over his face, and follows by a barely audible “fuck me…”.  The two of you take a deep breath,  intertwine your fingers and head out to the outdoor dining area, miraculously right on time. 

Everyone, including Marco, are seated at the table; the soft lightning further deepens the sun-kissed skin tones of the smiling faces that greet you and William.

The dinner conversations, as they always are at a Nylander gathering, are lively and animated and full of laughter.  You and Marco being the only non-relatives sitting at the table revelled in their family dynamic and ate up their stories as voraciously as the divine food.

At the end of the multiple course dinner, you could hear the collective sigh of pure contentment and satisfaction from the group.  You stood up and raised your glass, proposing a toast.  The wine had hit you a little more than expected but your words of praise and admiration for Marco and the Nylanders were heart-felt and the expressions on the faces of your audience simply beamed.  You sat back in your chair and William leaned in close and kissed you by your ear, sending tingles up your spine.  He reached one arm around your waist and pulled you in closer.  ‘Ha..he’s tipsy…he’s gonna be such slut tonight in bed’ you thought, chuckling to yourself.

“What’s so funny?” William softly mumbles in your ear.

 You shake your head, stifling a grin that eventually breaks wide open.  “I’m just happy,” you said quietly.  

Before William could respond, Michael rose from his chair.

He raises his glass, eloquently giving accolades to Marco and welcoming him into the Nylander family.  The group cheers and glasses clink together; everyone takes a generous sip of their drinks.  

“Now, Y/N.  I am truly speechless when I think of your generosity.  Throughout these past months, when William tells me of all the amazing things you think of doing for him, for his team, for anyone it seems, I am truly awestruck.  Camilla and I, the girls, and Alex are so happy that you and William found each other again.  I can see it every time you’re around each other…it’s so apparent how much love you share, how much love is felt between you…I know it because that’s how I feel about Camilla.  I recognize it when I see the way you look at each other.”

You try to swallow but the lump in your throat is working against you.

“To say thank you, we have a gift which I hope shows you how much we truly appreciate what you’ve done for our family”.  

You hadn’t noticed Marco leave the table; as he returned to the patio, he handed Michael a longer, rectangular velvet box.  Michael approaches you and places the gift  in your hands.  You hear murmurs around the table in anticipation of the gift’s unveiling.  

As gently pry the box open, the sparkle of what looks like a billion diamonds dance in your line of sight.  Your cheeks are flushed and you let out an audible gasp as you look at the exquisite bracelet before you.  

William takes the box from your hand and gingerly places it around your wrist, followed by a long but tasteful kiss.  

“I’m just overwhelmed,” you shook your head, fighting back tears.  “I don’t have the words…I can’t think of the perfect words right now - this is so unbelievably breathtaking.  Thank you all so much”.  

“To Y/N!” Marco cheers.

“To Y/N!” the Nylanders toast in unison.

Hugs ensue and the ladies surround you to get a closer look at the expensive bracelet.   

More wine is poured and eventually, everyone begins to clear the table to make room for the dessert tasting menu Marco has prepared.  

‘No other night has ever felt this enchanting’ you mused, soaking in the warmth of the evening sea breeze and the loving atmosphere that surrounds you.  

You can feel William’s gaze and as you turn to face him, he tenderly holds your wrist, angling the position so the lighting hits all the stones at once.  

You lean into him, kissing along his jawline up to his ear. “It’s gorgeous, William…”

“Do you wanna take Pablo for a walk?  We can just take him around the property…I’m stuffed so I’m not sure I could go any further anyway” William said, tapping his abdomen.  

“Let me go change my shoes - be right back”.  Feeling a little buzzed from the wine, you slowly pull his body toward you and kiss him seductively and sensually, your tongue searching for his.  Your hands slide up his toned chest and with that simple movement, you start to feel that ever familiar sensation between your thighs as that touch conjures up images of him being inside of you.   

“Jesus - can you guys just not?  I’m in blue-ball hell and then I have to sit next to my big brother as he eye-fucks his girlfriend all night. I was trying to enjoy my dinner for fuck sakes.” Alex said as he poured another glass of wine.  

You give Alex an apologetic look; you know it’s been a bit bumpy for him lately.  You walk over to him and give him a little side-hug squeeze.  Alex draped his arm over your shoulder; a wide grin full of mischief forms on his face. “You know, Y/N…you could just trade him in for the more handsome and younger model…”

Camilla swats her second born lightly on his arm as she comes up behind him to grab her glass of wine. She jokingly scolds him in Swedish, followed by a quick kiss on the cheek and grabs your hand, rescuing you from the conversation.  You stand chatting with Camilla, finishing off the last remnants of wine from your own glass.  You turn to see the brothers clowning around jostling into one another yanking at each other’s shirts.  With every movement, their muscular legs, arms and backs are on full display; you shake your head as you excuse yourself and head inside to freshen up.  Glancing back at the boys still horsing around, you laugh to yourself thinking ‘this family is too fucking perfect’. 

You return a few minutes later and greet Pablo with a couple of his favourite dog treats.  The mere mention of the word ‘walk’ has Pablo running and jumping around in anticipation.  

“You ready?  OK….break!” giving Pablo the familiar command that he can run around as fast as he can go.  You step shoeless into the lush and manicured grass that surrounds the terrace; the heat of the day has now dissipated and you welcome the coolness from the earth against the bottom of your feet.  You stand there for a moment watching Pablo as he darts about and a wide smile adorns your face with the adoration you have for him.  

The sun is beginning to set; the once bright, giant orb now resembles a fireball blazing deep orange hues as it recedes into the horizon.  William stands beside you taking in the mesmerizing view.  You begin to walk together; your fingers loosely intertwined as you meander around the property.  You and William often share quiet, serene moments where just being in each other’s presence fills you both with such bliss.   More often than not, those tranquil moments when it's the two of you together eventually give way to fits of giggles and lively storytelling.  

William leads you to a long and wide bench covered by pergola; sheer white curtains surround the loveseat and large, soft cream-coloured pillows line the back rest.  Pablo is in full zoomie-mode as he jumps up on the bench and leaps off again, running in figure-8 patterns on the lawn.   

William sits down and slides himself back so his muscular legs extend to the full length of the bench.  You see him lift his hips to pull an object from his back pocket, presumably his phone.  It’s odd that he slips the object between the pillow and the side of his leg, but in all honesty, you’re not focusing on that as he motions for you to straddle him.  The bench is wide enough that you have no trouble comfortably positioning yourself as he desired; the pressure in your core is rising, as is William’s cock as you gently lower yourself onto him.  You can feel a very distinct bulge at your scantily clad entrance and you arch your back, pressing your need against his erection.  Although the curtains have numerous layers of gauze fabric, it does little for true privacy as it wouldn’t take long for anyone that happened to walk by to know what business you two are up to.  

Your lips lock together; kissing though giddy smiles as hands wander over each of your bodies.

“I’ve got something for you too - a gift” William murmurs in your ear.

“Mmmm - really?  I can feel it” you said softly, your lips ghosting his neck.

You can feel William smile.  “Yeah…not just that though….something else”.

You sit up more, still straddling him, as William reaches between the cushions and pulls out another long, velvet box.

Your eyes grow wide and your cheeks flush with the sudden rush of emotion.   

He opens the box for you and the sight of the necklace has you covering your mouth from the overall surprise of the gift.    

“William….this is too much….it’s absolutely stunning…” you gasp, your eyes still wide as they scan William’s smiling face.

You feel patches of heat radiating through your face and neck; between the wine and the presentation of this exquisite gift, you hope your deep tan covers the blotches that usually decorate your neck under circumstances like these.

“You like it, right? The design caught my eye….and there’s a history to it that made me think of you and me.  That’s what the design is called - Toi et Moi”, William explains, his smile growing wider with each second.

Tears well in your eyes.  It had definitely been a long and winding road for your and William to get to this very moment.

“Oh my god - William….seriously….it’s exquisite - stunning – gorgeous… I- I honestly can’t find the perfect word - I am seriously overwhelmed here” you said just above a whisper.  

You lean over and kiss him gently at first, but the magnitude of his gift has you almost feeling breathless as your kisses deepen.

“Let me put it on you” William smiled softly, breaking from the kiss.

You slide off of him and turn so your back is facing him.  You gather your hair in your hands and lift it to not allow the necklace to tangle in your long curls.  

“Beautiful” William said in a low tone; he’s directly behind you; his breath tickles the sensitive area along your slender neck.  You reach behind so your hands lightly glide alongside his body.

He places the necklace on your neck, laying it gently across your skin and closes the clasp.

Your hand instinctively goes to your neck; you fingers lightly graze the perfectly cut diamonds.  You turn around and look at William; you’re certain you might very levitate right then and there and just float away. 

“I might be able to come up with something better than a simple thank-you a little later - my brain is overloaded in the most amazing way right now though.  Thank you, William…aside from you, this is the most amazingly gorgeous thing I have ever seen….and the bracelet - my god, I am completely stunned by all of this”.

“I just wanted to make sure you know how much you - everything you do - how much it means to me.  I’ll never be able to think of all the ways, like - all the different things, the kindness that is just there in you…fuck, everything you do just blows me away.”  

William knows he’s not great with words and sometimes he struggles with expressing exactly what he feels but all he can do is try, and hope that you know that he’s yours, totally and completely.

The sun has almost completely dipped out of sight; there are streaks of orange and red that help illuminate the incoming clouds in shades of purple.  The tall coniferous trees that line the property are all but cloaked in black, contrasted by the subtle lights that dot the various pathways.  

After the long, luscious kisses and loving embraces have paused (at least for the moment), the two of you walk slowly back to the villa, even more in love than when you left.  You enter through the already open doors off of the terrace.  The family have gathered in the large living room and as usual, they are laughing with hints of that unique and wonderful Nylander laugh, at a story that Michael is telling Marco about playing hockey.  It’s not that the story was necessarily comedical: Michael was animatedly explaining one of his most serious injuries, a broken neck of all things.  The laughter was at Marco’s expense with his heightened levels of shock and horror at Michael’s very descriptive recollection of the trauma.

Alex appears from the hallway that leads to the bedrooms, freshly showered and looking devastatingly handsome.  There’s a collective “Oooooo” as he strides past the group and he smiles and shakes his head in response.  You catch the scent of his cologne as he walks past you and lean into your man standing next to you and inhale his own tantalizing fragrance.   

Alex is on his way to meet Eloise and as he runs out the door, he hollers back to the family to not wait up for him.  It’s a clear indication what he has in store once he meets Eloise tonight.

The rest of the family is following Marco to a music festival in town.  Marco implores that you and William join them this evening but William, seeing a rare opportunity to have the villa to yourselves, politely declines.  

Camilla catches a glimpse of your new piece of jewellery and her eyes light up with a mix of love for her son, and admiration for you.  She hugs you both and quietly says “I’ll distract Marco and the others, you both just go hide until we leave”.  She gives you a knowing smile and glides over to the kitchen, and calls Marco and the others over for a quick shot of Sambuca before they depart for the evening.

You both stealthily walk past the family and head into your bedroom, closing the door quietly behind you.  Almost if on cue, you overhear Camilla saying you and William were exhausted and have already gone to bed.  She wasn’t entirely fibbing….you and William had gone to bed, just not to rest.  

You and William made full use of the empty villa, testing the acoustics in various places until you both finally collapsed from “exhaustion”.

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For Dad!Willy X reader can we get one where his family/teammates meet the baby for the first time 💙

Honestly, I can’t even put into words how much I’m loving all the dad!Willy content we’ve been diving into lately! I’m in such a mood for it, and if I’m honest, I’ve got a ton more thoughts and ideas—but I’m keeping it short and sweet to make it an easy read 😉 Absolutely obsessed! Hopefully, you’re enjoying it as much as I am, babes 🤗

Tropes & warnings: no warnings, except once again overload cuteness! Dad!Willy x reader, baby!Eliot, meeting family and friends

Word count: 1K

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First Impressions and Family Ties I dad!willy x reader ✐

The condo buzzed with a palpable mix of excitement and nerves as you cradled Eliot in your arms, your gaze flicking over to William. He stood leaned against the kitchen counter, exuding a level of calm that felt borderline infuriating given the storm brewing in your chest. His easy smile didn’t match the worry swirling in your head—a chaotic blend of pride, anxiety, and a desperate desire to make everything perfect.

“What if he cries the whole time?” you burst out, pacing the living room while Eliot nuzzled against your chest, utterly unbothered by your spiralling thoughts. “What if someone holds him, and he poops everywhere? Or—what if he spits up on your mum?”

William’s chuckle rumbled softly, a sound that somehow made you want to both relax and glare at him. Pushing off the counter, he crossed the room in a few casual strides, radiating an effortless confidence you couldn’t wrap your head around. “Babe,” he said, sliding an arm around your waist and pulling you close, “he’s a baby. That’s literally his job. And my mum raised five of us—trust me, she’s seen worse.”

You shot him a look, your nerves clinging stubbornly. “You’re seriously not nervous at all?”

“Not even a little,” he replied without missing a beat, his fingers brushing over Eliot’s downy-soft hair. “They’re going to love him. And he’s got you, so what’s there to worry about?”

Before you could muster a response, the faint ding of the elevator reached your ears, followed by the telltale sound of footsteps approaching. Your heart immediately leaped into overdrive.

“They’re here,” you whispered, clutching Eliot just a little tighter.

William’s hand slid to your shoulder, his thumb drawing soothing circles against your skin. “Hey, deep breaths,” he murmured, his voice low and steady. “We’ve got this.”

The door swung open, and Camilla Nylander was the first to step inside. Her warm smile reached her eyes as she immediately spotted the two of you. “Oh, there you are!” she exclaimed, wrapping William in a quick, affectionate hug before turning to you. “And you,” she said, her tone softening as she kissed your cheek. “It’s so good to see you again, sweetheart.”

Her gaze shifted down to Eliot, and her expression melted into one of pure adoration. “Oh, my sweet boy,” she breathed, her hands coming up to her chest as she took in the sight of him. “He’s even more beautiful than I imagined.” She hesitated, her eyes meeting yours. “May I?”

You nodded, your heart easing as she carefully gathered Eliot into her arms. The practised ease with which she held him—gentle yet confident—was enough to make some of your tension dissipate. Watching her coo softly to him, her face glowing with pride, you felt the tiniest spark of hope that maybe, just maybe, everything was going to be okay.

Michael was right behind her, his broad smile as easygoing as his gait. He clapped William on the shoulder before leaning down to get a good look at Eliot. “Got that Nylander charm already,” he said with a knowing grin. “Though I’ll say, he’s a lot calmer than you were as a baby.”

William smirked, his arm still firmly around your waist. “I’ve mellowed out.”

“Oh, sure,” came Alex’s voice as he strode in, Danielle and Stephanie in tow. “That’s why you once tried to use my hockey gloves to fish a puck out of the toilet.”

“That was one time!” William groaned, though his sheepish grin betrayed him.

Danielle leaned in close to Eliot, brushing her fingers lightly over his tiny hands. “Wow,” she said, her voice tinged with awe. “He’s already got more hair than Willy.”

“Okay, what’s with the hair comments today?” William demanded, running a hand through his blond locks for emphasis.

Alex smirked, leaning against the couch. “We’re just saying, enjoy it while it lasts.”

“Don’t jinx it,” Michael warned, lifting a hand in mock solemnity. “You two could end up bald like me in ten years. Genetics doesn’t play favourites.”

The room erupted in laughter as the Nylander siblings took turns doting on Eliot. Stephanie cradled him with a quiet confidence, her expression soft as she traced the tiny curve of his fingers. “He’s perfect,” she declared, grinning. “Don’t worry, Eliot. Aunt Steph’s got you. I’ll protect you from Uncle Alex’s terrible jokes.”

The doorbell rang again, cutting through the playful chaos, and William crossed the room to answer it. His teammates filtered in, their familiar banter filling the space.

Rasmus Sandin was the first to approach Eliot, his grin wide and mischievous. “Look at this little guy,” he said, crouching beside Camilla. “Eliot Nylander, already cooler than his dad.”

“Careful, Sandman,” William retorted, his grin mirroring Rasmus’s. “You’re not safe on the ice or off.”

Matthew Knies followed close behind, his towering frame somehow softened by the awe on his face. “He’s amazing,” he murmured, crouching slightly as Eliot let out a soft yawn. “So, when’s his first skating lesson?”

“He’s already better than Willy,” Rasmus quipped, dodging the playful shove William aimed his way.

The condo filled with laughter, warm chatter, and the occasional sound of Eliot’s soft sighs as he was passed from one adoring pair of arms to the next. When John Tavares finally stepped forward to hold him, the room grew momentarily quiet. His steady presence radiated calm as he gazed down at the baby. “Future captain material,” he said with a smile, glancing up at William.

William laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “One step at a time, Johnny. Right now, we’re just trying to keep the pacifier in.”

As the evening wore on, the space felt warmer, filled with the unmistakable hum of love and connection. You caught William watching you from across the room, his eyes soft and full of something unspoken. When he finally made his way back to your side, his hand rested at the small of your back, his touch grounding you as his lips quirked into a soft, knowing smile.

And in that moment, with Eliot nestled safely, surrounded by laughter and love, you realised this wasn’t just a gathering. This was family. This was home.

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Faith• a. nylander

(Y/n has been in a coma for 2+ months, but no one believes she’ll wake up except for Alex)

Warning(s): Coma, Fowl Language, and a Sad Alex

Sorry if you don’t like stories like this 😬

Song Inspired By: Ain’t No Mountain High Enough by Marvin Gaye

The car crash I was involved in happened about 2 1/2 months ago, it was with my boyfriend Alex but he barely got a cut, while I flew out the car windshield.

“Doc, this is getting ridiculous. My son is here EVERYDAY and she isn’t awake, she’s been sent to 4 different hospitals, and he now sucks at his job.” Alex’s mom says.

I heard Alex’s soft cries, “I know she hears me, I love you babygirl.” Alex says and I just wanted to say something so badly.

“I just need her voice.” Alex says with a soft cry, “Alex she isn’t gonna wake up, bud.” William, his brother, says. “Do not fucking say that! How could you? You are a piece of shit.” Alex shouts.

I heard my mom cry, “Alex I know you are hurting, but I don’t think she’ll wake up either.” I hear my mom say, that broke me knowing my mom lost hope too.

“She hears you. She probably is super upset that you guys ALL lost hope for her.” Alex defends my case, I heard everyone sigh.

I heard a chair creek, “Alex, hunny, I know you are upset that she is still in this coma but she needs to be forgotten. You literally haven’t been happy for a long time.” My mom says.

“How could you say that about your own daughter? I know Y/n, she is fighting for her life everyday and she WILL wake up, don’t doubt her. I can’t be happy without her.” Alex says.

I felt something happen and my eyes slowly fluttered open, the room got silent. All that was heard was Alex’s sobs.

“Al.” My mom says and he shook his head, “Alex, look!” William says, Alex looks at me and saw my eyes open.

He gasped, “Doc, she’s up!” Alex shouts with happy tears falling down his face, he kissed my lips and I can’t kiss back for some reason.

“Can you talk?” He asked and I tried, but held my throat. I shook my head, “She won’t be able to talk for about 1 week.” The doctor says.

Alex nods, “It’s only a week, babygirl. We can do it!” He smiled and I nod. “Buddy, I am so sorry.” William says to his brother.

“Me too.” My mom says.

“Me as well.” His mom says.

Alex ignores the apologies, “Don’t be. I’m just glad she is awake.” He smiled at me, he grabs my hand and kissed it.

“God, thank you.” Alex cried against me, I just wanted to cry myself. “I love you.” He says to me and runs his hands through my hair.

A tear slips down my face and I bit my lip, “Do we have a dry erase board?” Alex asked and everyone shook their head.

“I’m using the doctors.” He says and takes it off of the wall, erasing all the shit that was already on there. He hands the board to me and smiled, “Just right what you have to say for the next week, okay?” Alex says with a hopeful smile.

I nod, I grab it from him. “I love you so much, Alex. I appreciate you for never giving up on me.” I wrote and he bit his lip, hoping that he wouldn’t cry.

“It’s okay to cry, baby.” I wrote on the board and that’s all it took because he full on started to bawl his eyes out.

I put the board down and hold my arms out, he takes the offer of the hug and he kissed my head. “Only 1 more week, hunny.” Alex says to me.

“We can do it.” I wrote on the board, everyone in the room is holding one hand on their heart and the other is a tissue to wipe their tears and snot.

I wave to my mom, “Hunny.” She sobs, she ran over and kissed my head. I tried to say mom but my mouth simply wouldn’t even move.

“I can’t believe that you are awake. This is a gift from god himself.” My mom cried, I bit my lip but I started to cry.

I wave at Alex’s family and they wave back with tears on their faces. “I love all of you.” I wrote onto the board, “We all love you.” They all reply.

1 Week Later

Alex was sitting next to my bed with his head in his phone and I sighed, “Alex.” I managed to say, he dropped his phone on the floor and looks at me with a huge smile.

“You talked?!” He says and I nod, “I did, Alex! I can talk now!!” I say excitedly, but cough because too much excitement is still too much my body can take since I just woke up a week ago.

He kissed my face, “I want to go home.” I say and wipe the tears falling down my face, “Tomorrow is when you can the doctor says.” He told me.

“We can wait one more day.” I said and he nods with a sigh, “I can never drive again.” I told him and start to cry. “Im so sorry, baby.” He says and I look down.

He grabs my hand, “Are you hungry? I can down to the food court.” He told me. “I’m good. Thanks, baby.” I say and use the tissue to wipe the mess on my face.

“I love you, Y/n.” He says with a lip bite, “I love you more, Alex.” I replied with a sniffle. He grabs my face and we slowly kiss, “Can’t wait to go home.” I chuckled, he does too.

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Never Letting You Go Again

Pair: William Nylander x Reader

Requested: Yes/No

Heyyy. I just wanted to say I love your writing so far and I'm a huge Leafs fan lol. I was wondering if you can do a William Nylander imagine where she’s coming home from University and bumps into him and they decide to go to a small cafe or park and just hang out. Thank you in advance :)

Word Count: 1577

A/N: I’m so sorry, I got a bit carried away writing this. (Y/F/I) = Your Favourite Ice Cream and (Y/F/T) = Your Favourite Toppings

Warnings:

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You pulled up to your large family home in Toronto, where you had lived only 8 months ago. It was Christmas break so yourself and all your siblings decided to make the trip to your hometown for the holidays to spend time with your family. After being at University for the last 6 months, you had missed your family dearly, as well the friends you grew up with. You hate to admit it, but you even missed your ex-boyfriend.

You had met William at a cafe close to the arena where he practised. You were there during the spring break, working on a paper that was due the first day of classes, when he had waltzed into the cafe, hockey bag slung over his shoulder. It was his rookie year when you met him. Though it was an amazing and love-filled relationship, the best you’ve ever had, you were both young and couldn’t handle the distance between Toronto and Buffalo. Though you and William don’t talk anymore, you kept up with him through his brother, Alex, who was now playing for Buffalo Sabres. You meet with Alex at least once a week at a cafe near your university campus and his practise arena. You both were quite close during your relationship with William, and the separation of the two of you didn’t affect your friendship with Alex one bit.

You unpacked your car, putting your suitcase into your old childhood room on the second floor of the large house. Placing your suitcase onto the floor and taking a seat on your bed, a picture frame caught your eye as it sat on the bedside table. Smiling sadly, you picked up the photo and sighed, wiping the dust off the glass. It was a photo and yourself and William at his debut game for the Maple Leafs, both wearing the familiar #29 Nylander jerseys. You remembered that day like it was yesterday, how happiness radiating off the pair of you. After placing the photo back onto the side table, you decided to head to your favourite cafe, the one where you met William that fateful day.

It was a short but familiar journey to the cafe, and when the cafe came into sight, you let out a sigh of relief, familiarity and comfort flooding through you. You had missed this place, having gone there at least once a week when you were going through high school. When you wandered into the small cafe, the owner, Mary, smiled when she saw you.

“(Y/N)! Darling!” You couldn’t help but smile and laugh at the older woman who stepped out from behind the counter and welcomed you with a warm hug. “You have been gone for far too long.”

After she guided you to your normal table, she insisted on getting you your usual order. You were surprised because you haven't been to the cafe for at least 6 months but you guessed after going there at least once a week for multiple years that she still remembers the order. 

As you sat, sipping your drink, you noticed that Mary kept glancing between the clock on the wall and the door to the cafe. As much as the people outside were interesting, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander to William. Had he changed much? Was the one question on repeat. The bell that greets every customer chimed causing yours and Mary’s head to snap towards the door. Your breath hitched in your throat at the sight of the familiar blond hair and piercing blue eyes.

“William!” Mary smiles, rushing from behind the counter and hugging the boy, as she did with you. “So good to see you again darling. Head to your usual spot and I’ll grab you your order.”

“Thanks, Mary,” The familiar accented voice spoke, making you melt into your seat.

You stared at your mug as you heard his heavy footstep nearing your table.

A cough broke you from your stare causing you to look up from your drink, “I think you…”

William trailed off when he realised who was sitting across from his usual seat at the cafe.

“You two talk. Now.” Mary ordered as she placed William’s drink across from you.

William slowly took his seat and just sort of staring at you, still not believing you were sitting in front of him.

“How long are you in Toronto for?” He mumbles, stirring his drink.

You shrug, “For two weeks, here for Christmas.”

“Wait, did Alex ride with you?”

You smile a bit, “Yeah, I dropped him at your apartment before heading to my parents.”

William went silent, unsure of how to continue the conversation.

“Your season’s going well…” You trail off, unsure of what to say to your ex-boyfriend.

William sort of chuckles sadly, “Thanks for being nice. It’s crap.”

You laughed at the way Will said it, but you knew it was true. “It’s not just you on the team Will. You only one player on the team.”

The blond boy smiled at you, “You always knew how to cheer me up.”

The pair of you sit in silence for a few minutes, soaking up each other’s presence. You had to admit, you missed being in his presence and the vibe he gives off. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable, more like reminiscing of old times. Your break up wasn’t hostile, mutual because you both thought the long distance wouldn’t be healthy. 

“Do you want to come to dinner tonight?” William asked, breaking the silence between the two of you. “I mean it can be us and my family who are here for Christmas but they miss you, especially the girls.”

You paused, unsure if you should accept, “Tonight is my first night home, but I don’t mind it being just us and missing dinner with the family.”

The night went splendid, you had made sure to dress nicely. Well, it was going well until your waiter, who you went to high school with, started hitting on you and trying to flirt with you. It made you incredibly uncomfortable when he started commenting on your body. William was jealousy and tried to hide it but couldn’t help it when the waiter slipped his number to you on a piece of paper when he had placed your food in front of you.

“Excuse me, but can you not flirt with my girlfriend,” William snapped, his face turning red in jealousy.

You tried to keep your face neutral but you were shocked at William’s defence.

“Pretty sure you’re single, dude. Everyone would know if your dating someone,” The waiter responds, of course knowing who William is. “You could get anyone, at least let me get this one.”

You felt disgusted at how he referred to you like you were a piece of meat, another notch in his belt. You were about to stand up and slap him before William beat you to it, punching him in the jaw.

“You don’t talk about (Y/N) like that or any woman for that matter.”

William offered you his hand before guiding you to speak to the manager of the small restaurant.

After the restaurant incident, William wanted you to at least enjoy something so he drove the two of you to a family-owned ice cream parlour.

“Aren’t you on a diet?” You question Will, smirking as he shrugged in response.

“I mean, if you don’t tell anyone, they won't know.”

You laugh, which causes Will to smile. He still couldn’t believe you were here, on a date with him, well on an unofficial one anyway.

“Do you still have (Y/F/I)?” Will asks as you both near the front counter.

You looked at him shocked, “How do you still remember that?” 

William laughs at your reaction, “How many times did I buy you a tub of it when you were in a bad mood or on your period?”

“True,” You smile. “I’ll have a scoop with (Y/F/T) please.”

The two of you received your ice creams and walked out to the park next door to the ice cream parlour. It was a clear night and the snow was looking lovely in the soft light of the moon and the lamp posts lighting the pathway through the park.

“I miss you, you know?” 

You kept silent, listening to the sounds of the crickets before breaking the slightly saddening silence. “I miss you as well.”

“You don’t understand.” William shook his head, staring at the ice cream in his hand. “You’re all I’ve thought about since that night. I know it was a mutual decision but I regret it so much. There is no doubt in my mind now that we would be able to handle the distance. I mean we’d see each other in your breaks, when I go to Buffalo for a game, during the offseason. I think we could make it work. I want to make it work. I picture my future with you, our future, and we threw it away because we thought we didn’t love each other enough-”

“No, we knew we loved each other, just neither of us wanted to go through the pain of not seeing each other every day like we were used to.”

“I’m not making that mistake again.” William sat his ice cream on the bench you had sat on, grabbed your face and gently pressed his lips to yours. “I’m not letting you go again.”

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Baby Blues

Reader x Alex Nylander

Smut: yes | no

Requested: yes | no

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You frowned as Alex shifted his weight in the bed, a groan escaping your lips as you woke. He leaned over to you, placing a soft, loving kiss to your lips. His blonde hair was a tousled mess, his sleepy blue eyes trying to stay awake. You could hear your daughter’s soft cries coming from down the hallway, instantly causing you to get up. Alex shook his head as he gave you a warm smile.

“Go back to sleep, sweetheart. I’ve got her,” he smiled before he shuffled down the hallway to her nursery.

You settled back into bed, cuddling the feather-filled duvet as you slowly drifted back to sleep. Twenty minutes later, you were startled by Alex again, this time whispering to you as he held your crying daughter.

“Y/N,” his voice was bordering on frantic as he spoke, “I need your help.”

You sat up in bed, frowning softly as you tried to orient yourself again. You smiled softly as he sat down beside you in bed, enjoying the sight of your husband and newborn daughter together before she let out an ear-piercing wail.

“Evelyn, what��s the matter, babygirl?”, Alex frowned softly as he rocked Evelyn in his arms, trying desperately to calm her down as she wailed.

He cooed softly in her ear as he tried to comfort her, shaking his head softly before turning to look at you.

“Babe, what am I doing wrong?”

You gave him a reassuring smile as you draped an arm around his shoulders.

“You aren’t doing anything wrong, Alex. You’ve got this. She’s just fussy sometimes, have you checked her diaper?”

“Of course,” he nodded, “I already changed her, that was fine.”

“She might be hungry,” you nodded slowly as you let out a soft yawn.

You stretched your arms back over your head as you tried to wake yourself up. You hadn’t slept hardly at all since Evelyn was born, and even less since hockey season began. Alex was on a road stretch for the last two weeks, which had meant that for the most part, you were on your own in taking care of Evelyn. You’d prepared yourself for the fact he’d be absent a lot during the season, but you weren’t quite ready for it to happen this soon.

“Want me to take her?” you offered.

“No, I want to try,” he nodded slowly, “she’s my daughter too, but it’s like she doesn’t even know me,” he sighed as he shook his head.

Alex gently pressed his lips to Evelyn’s forehead, humming softly to her as he cradled her in his arms. You carefully got yourself up, heading down stairs to grab a bottle for your daughter. You rummaged through the fridge to find one, before warming it and heading back up the stairs.

Alex held your baby close as he sang to her, gently bouncing her in his arms as he managed to settle her. Evelyn‘s cries were now nothing more than a soft whimper, and you breathed a sigh of relief as you sat back down in bed.

“Do you think she’s still hungry?” he asked softly, trying not to disturb her.

“She might be,” you nodded, “it’s about time for her to have another feeding.”

“Can I try doing it?” he kissed the top of her head as he spoke, “I haven’t actually really tried yet.”

“Of course,” you smiled as he shifted Evelyn in his arms before passing him her bottle.

“How do I do this then?”

“First, you test the bottle to make sure it’s not too hot or too cold,” you instructed.

“Like this?” he nodded slowly, removing the cap from the bottle before turning it on angle and letting a drop of formula hit the inside of his wrist.

“Exactly,” your voice was reassuring, and you could sense Alex relaxing slightly as you spoke.

“Now you can feed her,” you nodded.

“Got it,” he laughed as he gently offered her the bottle.

“Look, you’re a natural!” you encouraged as he continued to feed Evelyn.

“I don’t know if I’d go that far, but at least I can change a diaper and feed her.”

“It looked like you’d already calmed her down quite a bit when I came back though, that’s not always easy to do.”

“I remember my mom telling me that singing helps,” he shrugged slightly as he set the bottle down on the nightstand before shifting Evelyn to burp her.

“What were you singing anyways?” you laughed softly, “Was it something in Swedish?”

Alex laughed as he shook his head.

“Uh, not exactly. It probably wasn’t the best song choice, but it was the only thing that came to mind.”

“Why, what was it?” you laughed, “It couldn’t have been that bad, it’s not like you were rapping Eminem to her, which honestly, still wouldn’t be that bad.

“Um...well,” he cleared his throat as he rubbed Evelyn’s back, “Bootylicious,” he shot you a sheepish grin as he looked down at your daughter.

“That was all you could think of? Christ, Alex,” you rolled your eyes before grinning at him, “at least it worked.”

“See, I might not have this dad thing totally figured out yet, but I know the basics,” he smiled softly as he kissed you.

“Well I know two things for sure, Alex.”

He hummed as he stood up, getting ready to head back down the hall with Evelyn to put her back to bed.

“One, Evelyn and I love you very, very much,” you said, trying to hold back a giggle before moving on, “and two, you have spit up all over you.”

Alex frowned as he looked at his bare chest before playfully scolding Evelyn.

“I guess now I have to shower, don’t I?” he laughed as he walked down the hall.

As Alex took care of getting Evelyn settled in her crib, you snuggled back down into the sheets, the warm duvet covers enveloping you once again as you drifted back to sleep. Alex may not be the most confident dad in the world, but you knew he was the only person you could imagine yourself raising a family with.

[andrewuttaro]

New Look Sabres: 2019 Training Camp Closes

Hockey is back! For real this time! The next time you read one of these New Look Sabres articles it’s going to be preceded by a Sabres regular season game! All the players we’re about to celebrate and or lament aside, if you like hockey it’s just nice to have meaningful games again! I intentionally post this before the final cuts come out and we have a clear look at the Opening Night roster. I think that reveal is something obscenely special. Not that there’s a scenario you’d hear it here first. Either way this article this morning is going to come in two parts: a somewhat tortured look back on 2019 Training Camp followed by Regular Season Predictions. I am going to try to be unconventional with my forecasts for the new Sabres season. I went back and looked at what I said last year and it’s a bit of a trip. I made 4 predictions and got 2… and a half right. I said the Sabres would be over .500 in October. That was controversial at the time, but I was right! I predicted Rasmus Dahlin would score his first goal before Columbus Day, but I was wrong about that. I predicted Jack Eichel would get the C. I’m very happy I was right about that but not too much of a crazy prediction with O’Reilly getting shipped out I suppose. I predicted the Rochester Americans would dominate the North Division which they did but they didn’t win it. Stick around or skip ahead and see what you think about my predictions this go around.

I can’t imagine we’ll look back on this Training Camp all that fondly. Yeah, we got a nice look at Henri Jokiharju and Victor Olofsson, but those guys weren’t exactly surprises. My High School Senior quote was a little Maya Angelou maxim that struck a chord for me at the time: “People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget the way you made them feel.” Unfortunately I think the feelings of anxiety will stick with us in retrospect. Jason Botterill gave anyone who has watched this team for more than a couple years anxiety. Hardly anyone was shipped out. Alex Nylander and… that’s it. Hopefully as you read these words Jason Botterill is finalizing a trade or putting in final cuts with Ralph Krueger or both, but this Training Camp will forever be remembered for how we just didn’t know what the hell was going on! I could write an essay on the Rasmus Ristolainen situation. If he isn’t in the lineup Thursday night I can’t imagine he wouldn’t have been shipped out. All the drama of asking for a trade (which he definitely did) aside, that broken relationship should have been sorted out in July. I look forward to reading Jason Botterill’s memoirs or listening to him getting a little tipsy on Spitting Chicklets in a couple years because there must be a whole different level of this story that we don’t get to hear under normal circumstances. I just can’t imagine that whole situation is as dumb as it looks. They built the roster this offseason to exist without him! I literally can’t even with that. How about something, anything else.

This training camp belonged to Dylan Cozens. Our first pick in the 2019 Draft impressed mightily and he almost secured a spot on the roster. At the end of the day though you got to be thankful for another year for him to develop. At his age another year figuring it out will be helpful. John Gilmour and Will Borgen fought their hardest to get a spot but don’t make the final cuts. Gilmour especially had some hop in his stride throughout Training Camp and every Preseason game he appeared in. I will be very interested to see where he goes and what he does, whether that be Rochester or Buffalo. Almost exactly that thinking comes to mind with Curtis Lazar as well. He was a guy drafted with a role in mind on the Ottawa Senators. Like a lot of things in the last few years with that organization it went bad. Lazar tried to pull a Lazarus this Preseason and got damn close to pulling it off. How do I complete this bible joke… hmm… but I suppose he can’t raise from the dead because he’s not Jesus? Hmm, yeah I went up the stream without a paddle there. I do look forward to what happens with Curtis Lazar. Even if he needs to bounce around the AHL lineup I think he’s still got a left to give. We’ll see if he makes me look like a fool. Last season ended and I was one of those guys calling for Casey Mittelstadt and Tage Thompson to get jacked. Both guys are too important to be pushed off the puck. Mittelstadt kinda showed by the last preseason game while Thompson came to camp having added a couple dozen pounds of pure Canadian prairie beef! He made me proud and I think his second shot at the Sabres roster will be interesting if not encouraging. Evan Rodrigues was a guy I, like many, had pinned for a bigger role on the Sabres this season. Unfortunately he didn’t blow my socks off at any point during Camp. Hopefully he turns on once the games matter. Finally, what did we learn about the coaching staff this Training Camp? Well other than Ralph Krueger being a pretty good media diplomat not very much. A few interesting things were sprinkled here or there about this assistant coach or that assistant coach, but nothing jumps out except a couple of comments appeasing bad players. Unlike Phil Housley I still kinda believe Ralph Krueger won’t actually go through with overplaying bad players but I am liable to be wrong on that prediction!

Alright, enough teasing: let’s make some decisions we’re going to regret in a short while! Let’s make some predictions! The whole .500 prediction from last year, even though I was right, was a little weird. All that means is winning more games than you lose. I suppose .500 is a sorter way of writing that out but for any team that is even kinda good .500 is not exactly what you’re thinking about. For us it was special because this team has sucked for so long. Whether or not the team on the ice is stat-for-stat ready for it we have to raise our expectations to nothing short of playoffs! This season the Sabres will never crack the top 2 of the Atlantic Division but they will be defending a wildcard spot from about early November onward. There are only two wildcards in the East, I know but the outside of Montreal, Florida and Carolina I think we’re overestimating what we’re going to be dealing with to get that spot. Second prediction: Not so brave but nonetheless necessary: both of Jack Eichel and Rasmus Dahlin get over 90 points. Extension on that: Dahlin gets nominated for the Norris Trophy but loses to some washed-up old shit. How about some more wishful predictions: the Rochester Americans won’t disappoint us in the first round of the Calder Cup playoffs again. That forecast I dropped like I DGAF because its hard to care about the Amerks for me after hardcore first round playoff disappointment the last two years. Anyway, one last oracle reading: the Sabres are going to be very good against their division this year only having a losing record against Boston. I just get the feeling Ralph Krueger is going to be one of those guys who makes them treat every divisional game like a massive rivalry. So there you go: predictions! You have 82 regular season games ahead to reference back to this and grill me! I am ready, baby! Give me your worst!

You’ll notice Sabres twitter’s greatest optimist did not actually say whether or not he believes Buffalo will qualify for the 2020 Stanley Cup Playoffs. Well, observant reader, you’re right. I didn’t because that result has moved out of the realm of fun prediction fodder and into the realm of angry last-minute rant. Look I know the predictions largely have the Sabres missing the playoffs for the ninth straight year. I don’t disagree with anyone’s methodology on that. Pending another roster move which may or may not come there is a lot of a 76-point team still here locked and loaded to disappoint us. All that doesn’t matter to me. This club has used up every last year they’re allowed not to be in the playoffs in this rebuild. Never mind rebuild 1.0, in the 2.0 version since Tim Murray was fired we have arrived in year three where it needs to be playoffs or bust. I don’t care about the implications for the jobs of Botterill and Krueger, we have all season to discuss that. Playoffs are not something you can go without as an organization at this point, never mind the hockey team. It’s past the time. Now is the time. Don’t tell me about why there isn’t a bonified 2C or enough good right wingers or how player x, y and z are anchors on both the salary cap and on the ice. Those are excuses next to the towering necessity of making the fucking playoffs! I said earlier, and I’ll repeat it here as I will on twitter dozens of times this season I’m sure: Whether or not the team on the ice is stat-for-stat ready for it we have to raise our expectations to nothing short of playoffs! After all, the NHL is shite league and we all know it. The St. Louis Blues won the Stanley Cup last season after the regular season they had. Anything is possible in this ridiculous, man-swing-stick game.

Ah, that rant felt good to get off my chest. Drop a like, share and comment. Grill me for those predictions or my summation of what Training Camp was like. Hell, tell me why expecting the playoffs this season is foolish. You’re wrong, but I welcome telling you all the reasons it needs to happen again. I can’t wait for Thursday night and I especially cannot wait for Saturday night where I’m going to the home opener! Oh yeah, Captains Night! Treat of my wife, I get to go alone! You may think that sounds sad but good hockey is something a guy like me hollers and grunts and groans watching, and my wife doesn’t like all those stray sounds. Either way Hockey is back, and I have a blog to talk about it on! Thanks for reading and I promise I’ll try to make this a fun experience for every Sabres fan who reads this. This is your blog. This blog doesn’t belong to the analytics or the man-alytics or even the bloggers. This blog belongs to the fans and I hope to be your voice even more this season. Don’t ever be afraid to reach out and tell me if I’m not getting it right at any point. We can be a team just like the one we enjoy watching against our better interest sometimes. So let’s go do that hockey! Let’s Go Sabres!

Thanks for reading.

P.S. Reminder: Go read Southtowns Tickets’ Sabres Season Preview this week, I wrote it! Also, the Third Annual Pod-a-thon is Saturday the 12th and I hope to see you there!

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

Bestie, please tell us there's a continuation of the Polaroid photos blurbs where the reader takes more risque pics, and William finds out who's peeking at those secret pics.

since you asked so nicely and it’s still unofficial willy styles week here on the blog, of course! more polaroid thoughts, bestie!

as you get more and more comfortable with taking pictures for william, you get more and more risqué (you still never show your face, just in case, but william doesn’t need to see your face to know it’s you)

selfie in the mirror with your tits out or encased in little more than see through lace

fingers pinching at your nipples

photos of your bare ass perked high in the air, a little peek of your cunt barely visible

legs spread wide in the mirror, completely full frontal so william can see everything

another photo of your legs spread wide with your fingers buried in your cunt or with a vibrator at your clit

thighs messy and wet from your come

sometimes william gets in on the fun and joins you for the photos or he takes pictures of you messy and sloppy, covered in his come

he loves the picture of the bottom half of your face, mouth stretched wide around his cock or the photo he took from his pov with his cock buried in your cunt

william uses them all to jerk off and honestly, sometimes you do too, using the ones where he’s in the frame

alex, sneaky as he is, finds the stash and there’s a third person using the pictures to get off, not to your knowledge until william finds him slipping the photos back into their spot. alex freezes like a trapped animal but william just laughs and claps him on the back

“if you wanted to see the good ones, all you had to do was ask,” a teasing smirk on his face, knowing you’ll get all worked up that alex has seen the photos too. “i don’t mind sharing”

and he doesn’t as alex comes to learn, when you and william invite him to take a turn with you after he scores his first nhl goal 🙂‍↕️

[thrashermaxey]

Ramblings: Karlsson, Strome, Maroon, Ennis, a Sharks prospect and more (July 9)

Ramblings: Karlsson, Strome, Maroon, Ennis, a Sharks prospect and more (July 9)

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I always stress to fantasy owners – never hold onto a prospect you hope will be as good as Player X, if you can actually use him to get Player X. This applies to the real-world case of Erik Karlsson. Dallas should give up Miro Heiskanen, simple as that. If Karlsson signs an extension, then voila – you have your defenseman who could be as good as Erik Karlsson signed for the next eight years. And his name is Erik Karlsson. And don’t tell me how he’ll lose a step in four years or has lost a step now – this guy is the Crosby of defenseman and he has not lost a step now, and won’t in four years. Nicklas Lidstrom had 70 points when he was 36 and so could Karlsson. He’s that good. Generational. Hold onto Heiskanen and miss out on Karlsson? Don’t be stupid.

Speaking of stupid, Ottawa GM Pierre Dorion can redeem himself here by either re-signing Karlsson (obviously not going to happen, but one can dream?) or getting a huge and satisfying return on him in a trade. And to do that, he needs to let this thing drag out for at least a month. There’s literally no rush here, play one team off the other. Rinse, repeat.

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Scott Maran’s hard line on Ryan Strome yesterday (here) generated a ton of discussion. I’m still tempted to put him on my fantasy roster, acquiring him at a low price…but I haven’t put out feelers yet so clearly I’m not very confident in him. It’s that “what if he plays with McDavid” intrigue that I (and many of you) often fall victim. It’s a lottery ticket. I think we all know who the favorites are and we all have hunches as to who will likely get first dibs there. Ryan Nugent-Hopkins and Jesse Puljujarvi are my two guesses, with Ty Rattie and Kailer Yamamoto as the runners up, but I wouldn’t discount Drake Caggiula, Pontus Aberg or Strome either. Likely scenario? Everyone gets a few games on the McDavid line, resulting in mediocre totals for everyone and lots of waiver-wire scrambling throughout the season as players get hot and cold. Just like always.

Long shots – Cooper Marody and Tobias Rieder.

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The San Jose Sharks signed Vladislav Kotkov to a three-year entry-level contract. Kotkov was ranked 75th in our Fantasy Prospects Report for the 2018 NHL Draft…and then he wasn’t drafted. The Sharks may have gotten a steal there. Here is what Peter Harling wrote about him in the FPR:

The big 6-3 Russian winger made his North American debut after being selected 32nd overall in the 2017 CHL Import Draft. In his rookie season he produced 21 goals and 49 points but slowed down as the season wore on which is a red flag for scouts. Kotkov is a versatile and well-rounded player, he has size, a good first step, has skill, and can play in all situations. While he is a well-rounded player that is good all over, he does not really excel in any one area.

He also compared him a little to Alex Radulov in terms of upside. When players like Kotkov slip through the draft and can just be signed by NHL teams, I’d be trading my fifth/sixth/seventh round picks for assets all the time. What’s the point in keeping them? If I could swap my fifth and sixth rounder and get a fourth in return, I’d do that for sure! Especially if I could just turn around and sign a couple of Top 100 ranked prospects who fell through the draft (there were several of them this year).

The Sharks were always this team that lacked prospect depth, but hit home runs with one of them every year or two. Doing the FPR for 12 years I have observed this. But now they actually do have a handful of promising guys who could make a mark within three years.

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It’s looking like Patrick Maroon will sign with the Blues, although right now the official party line is that things are still not settled yet and the Blues have a good chance. Maroon is from St. Louis, which is why he would bother to sign with a team that is already so deep. The Blues this summer are getting pretty powerful – if Jake Allen ever decides to suddenly see his potential, then this team becomes elite.

If and when Maroon signs, I will break it down for you in terms of fantasy implications.

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Here is an interesting interview with the agent for Artemi Panarin (may be behind a paywall). Of note: “he loves the team, he loves the coach. It’s not the team or the way they treat him. It’s about, does he want to spend the next eight years in Columbus? That’s the only thing at stake right now. If it was a two-year deal we probably would have done it. But it isn’t a two-year deal. It’s gonna have to be an extended, seven- or eight-year deal put in place.”

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Everyone loves the Tyler Ennis signing for Toronto. And what’s not to love? He has some upside and there’s virtually no risk. A very small contract that could be buried in the minors, plus a one-year deal that doesn’t handcuff them, and he cost them no assets. And I’ve always liked Ennis, as you probably know. But what’s the point? He’s not going to get a shot. Fourth line? Why? Ennis was a potential star who was derailed by injuries which stunted his development as well as probably hurt his actual skill level. Any upside that he has left can only be seen on a scoring line. Put him on the fourth line and you may as well put him in the press box. And for him to be on a scoring line, two of: William Nylander, Auston Matthews, John Tavares, Mitch Marner, Zach Hyman need to be hurt. And they need to be hurt for an extended period of time because even if Ennis clicked on one of the big lines he would just lose his spot as soon as the regular player returned from injury. This won’t happen, so I ask again – what’s the point? In fact, this could even hurt the team more than help, as it will almost certainly mean that Josh Leivo spends another year in the press box and Andreas Johnsson’s ice time gets cut or downright eliminated. Does that help his development? Does it help the team win? I sincerely hope it works out for Ennis – as I said, I like him – but I just don’t see it. And besides all that, I think Minnesota gave him some good linemates and decent ice time last year, especially early on. Nothing came of it.

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Quick thoughts on Anthony Duclair – I don’t think he can bounce back and I don’t have any faith in him as a fantasy asset. Columbus is a good fit, for what it’s worth. But if I owned him I’d still be dropping him.

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Beau Bennett has signed to play in the KHL for Dinamo Minsk. The 26-year-old at one point was the Daniel Sprong of Pittsburgh prospects – sure to make the team, certain to be a scoring-line winger, and in high demand in fantasy hockey leagues. But one injury after another killed his development. The guy couldn’t tie his skates without suffering an injury that sidelined him for two months. Three years of that later and he was no longer the same player.

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The Ducks made a great depth signing the other day in Andrej Sustr. He’s their No.7 defenseman and I think that’s great, although it does push Jacob Larsson back to the minors to start the campaign. Anaheim’s D: Cam Fowler, Hampus Lindholm, Josh Manson, Marcus Pettersson, Luke Schenn and now Sustr. This also knocks Korbinian Holzer off the roster and pushes Andy Welinski back to the minors too.

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I spent the weekend in Montreal and on Friday I had some drinks in Boucherville with Mario Prata, who was one of the founders of The Forecaster and who now runs my marketing and other special projects. I had also invited any readers out who were in the area and it was nice to meet one long-time reader who came out. It was a fun evening and I always enjoy getting to know the readers, especially the long-time ones with names that I recognize and can now put a face to.

Later in the night this reader confided that his wife passed away from cancer a couple of weeks ago and it was quite obviously shocking to hear. I won’t mention his name, because it’s deeply personal and I don’t want to overstep. But it was really great talking to you, thank you for coming out, you are a stronger man than I – and cancer really does suck.

If you are able to give to Pancreatic Cancer Canada, as a small gesture to a fellow fantasy hockey comrade, here is a link. I am lucky – my cancer (leukemia) is curable and I’m on the right track. But there are some cancers that are still in need of a cure. This is one. And it moves quickly, completely destroying lives and families in its wake.

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See you next Monday

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[caileeflavoured]

92 — alex nylander

THIS IS MY WORK AND YOU’RE NOT ALLOWED TO REPOST IT!

synopsis: in an attempt at saving your relationship, you get alex’s number tattooed on a very special part of your body. but will it help?

a/n: i saw @sunnypogue write something about a tattoo concept and i couldn’t stop thinking about it all day long, then i had this (admittedly, v v toxic) idea and needed to write something about it. i chose alex cause he’s my personal toxic ex and i know hockeyblr doesn’t give a fuck about him and it’s a shame but whatever. please leave some feedback!

*this is set in a covid-free world*

warnings: toxic relationship (lying, cheating, jealousy), mentions of alcohol, smut (nothing too crazy)

word count: 1.9k 

“He’s gonna love it,” Theresa lulled, clearly intoxicated, as you lay down next to the tattoo artist, exposing your hipbone to him. “If that’s not making him love you once and for all then he can go to hell,” she added, flipping through the magazines in hopes of finding the perfect tattoo for herself.

“You know, Y/N, sometimes I wish you and Alex weren’t that toxic. I mean, look at you, you’re getting his fucking number tattooed on a pretty private part of your body, knowing your relationship will never last as long as that thing,” your other friend Mary tried to reason. 

She was the mom friend after all, being wasted herself but still able to make smart decisions. But it was two against one and she knew you were stubborn. Especially when it came to Alex.

“Mary, shut the fuck up. I’m getting this tattoo, and my best friend Jason here,” you pointed to the tattoo artist preparing all his tools — a complete stranger —, “is husband material for giving me what I want.” Your words didn’t even make sense at this point, so you were glad you were sober enough to actually remember Alex’s number.

92. You’d been wearing this number pretty inconsistently for the past two years. That’s how long Alex and you had been dating. Well, “dating”. His empty promises, lies, and cheating streaks turned a healthy relationship into an on-again-off-again addiction for the both of you. 

He clearly couldn’t let go of you, considering how he’d always come back to you, promise he’d never hurt you again until he would end up doing the same shit all over again just two weeks later; but neither could you. 

Knowing full well he had always taken advantage of your naivety, you decided over and over again to give him just one more chance. Even going as far as to getting his number tattooed on your hip, hoping it’d make him realize you were the best thing he could possibly get. What a weak attempt at saving an already fucked up relationship.

“You like the placement like that?” Jason asked you, handing you a mirror to inspect the little number the tattoo stencil had left on your skin. It was pretty small, very delicate, almost unnoticeable even. But it was there, and you liked it. “It’s perfect.”

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Three weeks had passed since you’d gotten the tattoo. It healed well, but had yet to be revealed. Things between you and Alex weren’t going well lately. In fact, you hadn’t even spoken in over a week. You didn’t worry too much about it, though, knowing your extreme jealousy had probably caused him to blow off some steam by getting his dick wet elsewhere. 

He’ll come back eventually, you told yourself. He still loves me. And speaking of the devil, your phone rang. It was him. 

“Hello?” Your voice sounded irritated enough to let him know you were still pissed. “I miss you, baby,” was all he said. All he had to say. Because he knew what you’d say next. “Fine, I’m home.”

His hands were all over your body as soon as he’d entered your apartment. The anger left inside of you and the sex deprivation made your hormones go insane, and your mind hazy. Alex was all you wanted and — most importantly — all you needed in this moment.

“I missed you so much, baby.” His husky voice already made you clench around air as his lips went back to exploring your skin. From the corner of your mouth, along your jaw, then down to your neck, to which you immediately gave him even more access. You’d missed his kisses, even though you knew those lips had been exploring another girl’s body while you were left to yourself for weeks.

You took two fistfuls of his hair and forced him to look at you: “Then show me how much you missed me.” He only chuckled, his pretty smile making your knees weak. His blue eyes appeared dark with his pupils blown out like he was high on his very own drug. 

And you were too. No matter how many times he’d cheated on you, the make up sex had always been worth it. Maybe this time you’d actually get him to stay.

His hands wandered underneath your shirt, and you were glad you chose to not wear a bra today. “Fuck,” Alex groaned at the realization. “You’re so hot,” he praised you as he pinched your nipples, eliciting small impatient cries from you. “You’re all I need, baby.” You knew his words were dangerous, but they were like music to your ears. 

Your clothes came off piece by piece as you made your way to the bedroom. All that was left was your underwear, only a small amount of fabric covering the little surprise that was waiting for Alex. 

His lips found yours again and his tongue glided along your bottom lip, gaining access as you opened your mouth, trying to consume all of him. He was your personal drug, just as much as you were his.

Your hands explored his body. Like it was your first time feeling his muscles tense and relax under the grazing touch of your fingernails. Like it was the last time you got to experience him before he’d leave you for good. 

Your senses went into overdrive every time you had sex, and you never wanted these moments to end, never wanted to be pushed back into the painful reality of your dysfunctional relationship. 

Alex continued to travel down your body, placing kisses all over your chest. He was so sensual in the way he worshipped your figure, feeding into your addiction like no one else. His lips reached the waistband of your underwear and his hands were quick to remove the last item left.

He pushed himself off of you to get rid of his briefs, then kneeled in between your legs as his hands caressed the soft skin of your thighs. “How much I’ve missed this view,” he said, his eyes wandering up and down your exposed body. 

“There’s a little surprise for you,” you mentioned, “for your eyes only,” a finger pointing at the black ink right above your core. “I got it ‘cause I wanted to show you to whom I belong.” You tried to hide the smirk on your face by biting your lip. And his reaction was all you needed to let him back into your life.

“Fuck, you’re—,” he began and you finished it for him. “The best thing that’s ever happened to you? Yeah, I know.” He moved his thumb over the small area as if to check if it’s really there. A small 92. His number. And you got it just for him.

“I’m never gonna leave you, baby,” he breathed against the tattoo, his blue eyes never leaving yours. His mouth attacked your hips and his hands moved up your body and he wasted no time in touching and kissing you where you needed him most. Breathy moans mixed with soft obscenities and whimpering calls of his name fell from your lips as his tongue worked you towards your first orgasm. 

He made sure to focus his flicking tongue and sucking motions on your clit, leaving you to clench around nothing because he knew it made you go absolutely crazy. You could feel the tension in your core increasing as Alex kept going and you grabbed his hands as your orgasm washed over you, desperate to be as close to him as possible. 

Your moans echoed off the walls of your bedroom, most likely reverberating in your neighbor’s apartment. They probably knew of the twisted games you and your boyfriend played.

“Fuck, you’re so loud, so fucking hot, baby,” his voice was strained from how turned on he was, seeing you underneath him with your chest heaving and his number on your hip. You chuckled, pulling him down to feel his lips on yours again before pushing him onto his back, never breaking the kiss.

Straddling him, you took all of him in. His taste, his touch, his smell, his body. And you were hooked on it. His hands wandered up and down your sides, squeezing your ass, then your hips until he was back to teasing your nipples. You started rocking your hips against his, teasing him in return.

It didn’t take long until you finally let yourself down on his dick, whining at the sensation of being filled out. Alex’s hands remained on your hips, his thumb right above the little 92, as he guided your movements, both of you chasing your highs. 

All that could be heard were your moans, his grunts, and skin slapping against skin until you felt a second wave rippling through your entire body. The pulses of you clenching around him made come, too, his fingers digging into your soft skin as he stilled inside of you.

“Oh god, I love you, baby,” he growled. “I love you so much.” You could drown in this sweet pleasure and time slowed as you revelled in the feeling of being so close to Alex, and your world seemed perfect again.

•

Perfect until a month later, you got another call. “He’s with another girl,” was all his best friend had told you. He liked you, and he was just as sick of Alex’s behavior as you were, that, whenever he found out Alex was cheating on you yet again, he didn’t even hesitate to let you know. He wished you’d leave him for good. But that wasn’t an option. That was never really an option. Until now.

•

You broke up with him. For good. You moved on with your life. Parties and dating apps became your new best friends, helping you forget about Alex. And it worked. 

If only it hadn’t been for the little 92 reminding you of everything that could’ve been.

You got out of the shower, putting your hair up in a towel, then proceeding to dry off your skin. Applying lotion to your body, the little number seemingly attacked you, as if to tell you that you’re not over him, and you probably never will. The urge to go back to him was strong and you knew he was just one call away. 

“Not this time,” you mumbled to yourself, reaching for your phone to text your friends instead.

Going out tonight?

That’s how you met Luke. And you took him home. So he was added to the list of random hookups that have asked you about the little 92 on your hip, once more reminding you of Alex. Practically forcing you to relive all the moments in which he’d been the one to touch you, kiss you and fuck you. “It doesn’t mean anything,” had been your standard answer.

•

But it did. Your heart was aching. Not because your life was so much better without him and without the pain and drama he’d caused, but because you needed exactly that to stay alive. And as much as you knew it was wrong, you let him back into your life.

It only took him three days to call again. He’d probably heard the rumor — that you’re not distracting yourself with others anymore. So you picked up the phone for what felt like the thousandth time and listened to him say: “Babe, I miss you.”

And your answer was the same.

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[thewintersoldierdisaster]

Reader surprises William with an ass Polaroid photo in his wallet and tells him to open it when he starts missing her. Little does she know Alex went through Willy's wallet during a guy's night out.

omg okay bestie i love this!!!

so you love taking pictures for william but you refuse to do it on the phone - old school polaroids it is!

he gets them at random times and in random places, tucked into a jacket pocket or buried in his duffle bag. you usually keep your face out of the photos too, just as a precaution

william’s off on a road trip and you text him ‘check your wallet’ because you’re just too excited to wait for him to find it on his own

it’s a picture of your ass, perky and encased in a lacy pair of high cut, extra cheeky panties. your ass is barely covered and you can see the fabric is darker on the crotch, wet from your arousal

william uses the picture to jerk off every night he’s away for the trip and he freaks out a little when it goes missing. he doesn’t tell you it’s missing and chalks it up to losing it in the hotel room. thank god you can’t see your face

little does he know that alex found the picture when he was rifling through william’s wallet for his credit card - little brother perks mean alex rarely pays for his own dinners when he’s on the road with william

he finds the picture and knows it’s you immediately, of course. he’s spent plenty of time staring at your ass while you’ve been dating william

alex feels bad about it, he really does, because he loves william and thinks the world of his big brother. but he also wants to fuck his big brother’s girlfriend, so towards the end of the road trip, he slips the picture out of william’s wallet and into his own, using the picture for his own relief later that night

you give william other pictures and once in a while he shows them to alex, grinning and bragging about how gorgeous you are and how much fun your sex life is. he doesn’t do it on purpose or to be a dick, he just really wants to share everything with his brother

you never learn that alex swiped the ass picture, but if he’s lucky, he’ll get to experience the real thing one day 🫢

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

Please elaborate about William bragging about her to Alex for scientific purposes.

okay okay it’s not even 9am but i’ve been thinking about the nylander brothers all night so like let’s fuckin go

i think it starts off pretty innocently like “she’s really fucking good in bed” “you should see her face when she comes, honestly there’s nothing prettier”

and like as you and william get more and more serious and before alex is living with you, it gets more and more detailed

“best head i’ve ever gotten in my life”

“she swallows my dick like a champ, like i can fuck her face and she never complains. never spits and it’s so fucking hot when she swallows”

“she does this thing? like her cunt chokes my dick and i see stars”

“should’ve fucking seen how much she squirted the other night, bed was soaked, i was soaked. and then she asked for more”

and alex uses all of that information for his fantasies when he’s jerking off to the thought of you (once he moves in it’s better and worse bc he can hear the noises you try to muffle, knows what your shampoo and body lotion smell like)

idk idk william brags about you so much that alex can’t help but be a little jealous and a lot infatuated

(and then ofc he gets to experience you for himself at least once 🫢)