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#just a little warm-up today!
malk1ns · 1 year
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ummm I personally would love it if you'd write Sid offering himself up to Kyle to convince him that moving to the Pens would be great. Maybe Kyle like "Sidney I thought this was a meeting??" and Sid like "Oh this is just a perk of working here ☺️ Pittsburgh hospitality 😊 think of it as a preemptive signing bonus"
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i saved this until now because i didn't want to jinx anything....welcome to the team, kyle :-* also sorry it's a bit of a fade-to-black but i have a deadline and i don't want to blow my load for explicit writing here!
you can consider this a continuation of my free use verse: the original is here, and i wrote a follow-up here!
Sid's never quite known what to wear to meetings like this.
Game days are easy. Even though some of the other team omegas get adventurous with their styles—Tristan had been talked to about going with less-revealing options last season—Sid's always just gone with a suit. It's easy, it doesn't require planning, and he doesn't have to worry about getting caught at an unflattering angle by the team photographers.
Geno's never given him grief about that. For all he'd like to see Sid in some of the more fashion-forward options, he respects gameday rituals, and he cares more about winning than he'll ever care about being able to ogle Sid's ass in a sundress.
That doesn't mean he doesn't jump at the chance to help dress Sid for special occasions, of course.
Sid's honestly surprised Geno was on board with this. Ownership had asked, and Sid can read between the carefully-phrased corporate-professional lines—he knows what they meant. He'd shown the email to Geno, expecting a laugh and maybe Geno hauling him upstairs to show him who he belonged to, but instead Geno had looked thoughtful, and a few hours later he'd wandered into Sid's office with Sid's tightest leggings and a cropped workout top that still has the tags on.
"You go take care of him," Geno had murmured in Sid's ear, fingertips trailing along his arm and leaving goosebumps in their wake. "Make him want to come here, fix the team. And then you come home to me. This is the only time, yes, Sidney? You understand?"
Sid squirms in his seat now, thinking back to how Geno's breath on the nape of his neck made him shiver. He's going to leak through his leggings if he's not careful, all over the recently-cleaned wooden benches in the locker room.
There are voices in the hall.
"—still in town, wanted to meet with you before he goes on vacation tomorrow," Sid hears just as the door swings open. "Take your time."
Sid's only seen Kyle Dubas from a distance before, at league events and in the hallways of Scotiabank Arena, but he knows what he looks like—and he knows what an alpha looks like when he's caught the scent of an omega he likes.
"Hi," Sid says, parting his thighs. "Welcome to Pittsburgh. I can't wait to get to know you better."
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zipsunz · 1 year
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...you're going to catch a cold, you know.
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ardberts · 9 months
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ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴍᴇ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ.
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thedeadthree · 2 months
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THE SUN ON YOUR FACE ON YOUR SHOULDERS ITS GOLDEN MOUTH WHISPERING (SO IT SEEMS) YOU! YOU! YOU! — 𝐂𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐀 𝐕𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑. 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑟. (x)
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cerise-on-top · 5 months
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Giving Ghost a Music Box
Since I didn't receive any requests for once, I wrote something I've been wanting to write, which is just reader giving Simon a music box as a gift. I think he'd love something like that, with the small tune calming him down whenever he needs it. This is just self indulgent, but someone else might enjoy it as well, so I'm posting something for once.
A rather cold winter evening it was, the sun having kissed the world goodbye quite some time ago. With the final moments before dusk finally faded in its entirety, you looked at the blue sky, a blanket of clouds draped over it. A lovely sight, really, one you had seen a thousand times already. Not much snow was left, with a few piles serving as reminders of the cold that once was a week ago, but that, if nothing else, meant that you wouldn’t slip on the remaining ice anymore for there barely was any. You sighed as you waited at one of the traffic lights, having turned red just as you thought you could still make it. What a bother. Glancing at the small wrapped box on the passenger seat, you smiled. In your eyes, it was a rather special gift for a special someone, a person you had adored for years now. It may have been something small, but it held a lot of meaning to you. In fact, you had desired something like it for a long time yourself, but you knew it would make for a special gift for that special someone.
It was a music box, the wood adorned with carvings. It didn’t seem like anything extraordinary, and that it wasn’t, but it had a place in your heart. You played its melody in your head, remembering the metallic sound that came from it as you turned the handle slowly enough for it to be in tune with the actual song. You hoped Simon would love it as much as you do. And even if he didn’t want it, you’d be more than happy to keep it for yourself.
The light turned green once again and you hit the gas pedal, driving for another few minutes before you finally got home, watching as the lanterns automatically turned themselves on as it grew entirely dark outside. But it didn’t matter, nothing did in that moment. Not the dark, not the cold, not you shivering as you weren’t wearing clothes fit for such a cold evening. Soon enough you’d be inside anyway, reveling in the warmth of a nicely heated room during January. With the car parked in the parking lot nearby, you headed on home, not forgetting about the small music box.
You’d been thinking of getting Simon a gift for a while now. It wasn’t necessary, he always assured you, but you wanted to anyway, just to show your appreciation for him. He was a lovely man, a lovely boyfriend, who you could always count on, no matter what. Even when he wasn’t home, he’d try his best to talk to you whenever you needed it, listening to your woes as you rambled about a day, at first so sweet, gone sour due to the wrong people. Even though you could be quite the handful, something you were aware of but simply couldn’t help, he always stayed by your side, always making sure you were well. Sometimes he would neglect going to bed just to talk to you over the phone. Simon was a sweetheart indeed.
You held the wrapped box tightly in one hand, fumbling with your keys in the other as you tried to unlock the door of the apartment. It took a while, but you got it to work eventually, with the only obstacle left being a few flights of stairs until you could finally see the love of your life. As you were in no hurry, you opted for the elevator, pressing the button and waiting for it. Your mind wandered to the last time you and Simon made a small trip away from where you lived. Mind you, you were simply visiting his friend Johnny in Scotland, but you recall the sweetness of him defending you from some drunken people wishing to pick a fight with you. It definitely had its perks, having a boyfriend in the military, even if there were just as many downsides to it all.
You stepped inside the elevator, letting the door close behind you as it took you upwards. When you had gotten sick recently, he wouldn’t leave your side, unafraid of catching the flu himself. It was always a treat when Simon cooked, and that time he made you the best chicken soup you had ever had in your life, followed by a hearty vegetable stew as well. Even when you whined about being cold, when the three blankets weren’t enough, he wrapped you in his arms and made sure you stayed warm with him around, despite you sleeping all day anyway. And yet, somehow, he never got sick himself, getting away with a light cough and nothing else.
As you made your way up the final flight of stairs you thought about how he carried you back home when you had gotten injured. Hiking, while it could be a fun thing, could also be quite dangerous. And such a thing had happened as you barely had entered the forest. You slipped and twisted your ankle, unable to move up the entire mountain. You apologized over and over again, feeling shame and guilt upon not being able to go up the mountain with Simon. But instead of being angry with you, he picked you up, kissed your forehead and told you to be more careful next time. He even waited at the doctor’s office with you, just so he could keep an eye on you.
There are many things that can be said about Simon Riley. He’s a heartless killer, he’s a scary guy who knows how to end someone’s life with his bare hands, he’s stern and objectively scary to have around. And yet, at the same time, that man with an expression usually so cold has the warmest heart you’ve ever seen. If you had to, you would make every single mistake in your life again just to get a chance at meeting him, a chance at being with him, once more.
Finally, you stood in front of the door to your apartment. Quickly, you unlocked it and took off your shoes inside, the door simply falling closed behind you.
“Simon,” you called out, “I’m home!”
It must have been around 8pm, so it wasn’t very likely he was out anymore. No store would normally be open at such an hour. And soon enough, you heard something big get off the couch, the movement making its way towards you. The door to the living room was opened, revealing him. He seemed a bit out of it, a bit groggy even as he stared at you. Seems like he took a nap while he waited for you.
“Hey, love. How are you doing?” His voice was lower than usual, a bit more gruff as well. Although adorable, his hair was also a bit messier than usual. Seems like he genuinely was sleeping for a little bit. You granted him that, considering it wasn’t always a given he’d sleep well at night, even if you did feel a twinge of guilt for waking him up. As you took off your coat, you put down the small box, which Simon spotted immediately. “What’s that?”
Hanging up the jacket, you chuckled. “Open it and find out. It’s yours anyway.”
And that he did, carefully peeling off the tape to reveal what was inside. It took him a while to realize what it was, considering he just woke up from a relatively deep slumber. Setting down the wrapping, he looked at the small wooden box from every angle before taking the handle in his fingers. It was cute how small the box really was in his hands. When he turned it, he jumped a bit as the first sound played, stopping in his tracks before continuing. He let the entire tune play out, a smile forming on his face as he recognized it. “You Are My Sunshine”, something that held true for the both of you. A second time, he played the tune, listening intently as he seemed to be lost in thought, but happy regardless. It wasn’t much, but it conveyed how you felt about him.
“Thank you, lovie. It’s so very sweet.” Music box in one hand, he wrapped his free arm around you, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.
“I’m glad you like it, I was worried you’d think it to be childish.” You wrap your arms around his large frame, taking in his warmth, the scent of his body wash wafting in the air.
“There’s not a single reason I wouldn’t love it.”
As you let go you gave him one more kiss on the cheek before heading off to the bathroom to wash your hands. It seemed to have been a good gift as, from time to time, you can hear him play with it. A smile etches across your face every time your hear a small, metallic version of “You Are My Sunshine”, knowing fully well he appreciates the gift as much as you hoped he would. Every time he thinks you’re not around, not listening, he’d play the small melody, and every time it would warm your heart. Simon was a sweetheart, it showed in his actions and the way he appreciates everything you ever did for him, how he treated every gift you ever got him.
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vigilskeep · 1 month
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updating rowena’s opinions on the dog to point out that she has only been “not a dog person” ever since cyrion canonically gave away her stuffed mabari toy to a newly arrived shianni, and a deeply betrayed rowena bitterly declared she had never liked dogs anyway, so there.
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roitaminnah · 1 year
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*thinks about diyelle for a little to long and melts into a puddle on the floor*
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zoppzoop · 21 days
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worked out today after quite a while!!! felt good to know that even after all the cracky bones and long days spent sitting at my desk, I haven't lost too much of my flexibility, although my stamina has dropped down WAY too much. hopefully I can wake up early and go for a run tomorrow and slowly build it up!!
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[Art] Little friends with red dot between the brows
Artist: 橘芝士 (ju zhi shi)
Source: ♡ || Permission: ♡ || Sub-masterlist
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Based on Victor’s Nostalgic Memories Date!
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seekingthestars · 4 days
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little floof has the best possible time at con, proceeds to spend the next month crying about it
#personal#not trying to be dramatic but i have actually cried a little two separate times tonight because i'm just so. happy. 😭#these past three-and-a-bit days have been packed to the brim with so much joy and excitement there was nowhere else for it to go#i feel so warm and just /happy/#i haven’t felt this much like myself in months and months i adore con#it just feels a little like home every year#it feels safe and full of joy and laughter and i can just dress up and be goofy with my friends#and getting to see my favorite guests brings me such infinite amounts of happiness#and all the interactions i have with them and how they REMEMBER ME and have started CALLING MY NAME IN THE HALLS TO SAY HI fjeiwoaf#and skip beat asking me if i’m coming to their next show every time they finish one#and shun giving me Super Top Secret Information today that they’d be performing in the traditional music concert & asking if i’ll be there#and them waving and smiling when they see me#jigoroh being so cute and going 'HI SARAH HI SARAH' and going for a high five when i went up to ask for a picture after their panel#and a bunch of them reposting my stories / posts on ig with the SWEETEST little thank you notes thanking me for coming#and them all telling me ‘see you next year!!’#anyway i cannot possibly explain it in words but this con honestly means so much to me and i love it so so much#and i’m just. right now. so happy. that there’s nowhere else for the joy to go but to leak out of my eyeballs
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........creachure
#cats#his eyes are always so big and weird he no longer looks like a cat anymore sometimes.. in a way...#it's hard to understand.. complicated vibes on this boy#his summer sprawl (laying flopped out on the floor weird because of the heat)#I AM still trying to get some costumes done and also post another poll advtnure so I can finally finish it lol#the weather this month has just been soooo.... There was the heat wave and then after like 2 days of coolenss where I was like 'ah! finally#I can be productiv!' but just as soon as I had recovered from the heat.. it got hot again ghhhh#currently sweating inside. I actually had to leave my doctors appointment early today because I was just so so warm from#sitting in the car and the fac tthat half the buildings still do not have their air up very high and etc. and I felt so nausous#and flushed and started to get back and stomach pains for some reason.. Which I guess is good in a way to further confirm to doctors that#I Have Something Wrong With Me lol (most normal people should not be this heat sensitive I think) but is also still a little stinky#because I still payed a copay for the fulla appointment time but cit it short by leaving 15minues early.. grrr#ANYWAY. It seems like recently it's just hot all the time but it will ocasionally tempt you with a cool day of reprieve BUT don't let your#guard down! because as soon as you start to think 'hey things are getting better! :0' the sun will be like NO actualy. scalding temperature#be upon ye..#Which of COURSE. I would rather have hot weather with little breaks in between than just constant hot weather. 100% definitely.#but it just always makes me sad because I get my hopes up lol.. JUST as I've recovered from the past heat and am So Ready To Start#On All My Things now That I'm Not As Sick And Hey Maybe It's Even Cool Enough To Do A Costume! .. my hopes are dashed#.. woe and so on and so forth. . Which I am stil managing to get a few things done but just.. not the things I really WANT to do (costumes.#sculptures. edit videos. etc. ).#anyway.. look at son.. If nothing else I still have lots of cat photos.. my sole productivity offerings to the internet online world
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opens-up-4-nobody · 3 months
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#what do you call it when a mind is lacking in depth of m thought? is there a word for that?#because all my mind can do is spin in tiny circles. never push any further. no depth of thought#i cant even carry out this line of thought to completion in my head. i have to write it down like this or else it remains stuck in an eddy#its so frustrating. when my thoughts are pressured i spin so fast it feels like my head might pop but the thoughts never go anywhere#bc they just repeat the same god damn things all thr fucking time. they drag me around in circles. then when im feeling low or even like#normal. my head just feels empty and it freaks me out. i have no intersting thoughts to think. theres nothing behind my eyes#possibly its just my brain on 0cd. but how am i suppose to escape the spiral if its in my own head? i guess im just supposed to changr my#reaction to it. recognize what it is and let it go. but i dont like it#i just want to curl up on a warm tile floor. press myself into a quiet corner and not think anything#in an aquarium or a conservatory. specifically the conservatory in Columbus. i love that place#i went there for my birthday when i was like 12 bc i liked it so much. the botanically gardens and the butterflies and the stained glass#i dunno. i just like it there. ugh. im just tired#god. there was a really cool talk today and im always like im not that inattentive lol but then i cannot for the life of me follow a talk or#read a paper all thr way through. my short term working memory is just a tiny little cup. easy to overfill#so i miss mostly everything. its so frustrating#its all frustrating. whatever. back to the psychiatrist tomorrow. probably up thr lamicta1 dosage#bc im past where i was last time i had a reaction to it 💪#i just wish i wanted to draw. drawing just makes me tired and impatient rn#unrelated
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wlw-cryptid · 7 months
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Fuck, that's so sexy. Just thinking about your eyes looking up at me with your lips wrapped around my fingers - i think i could cum from just that alone.
But that whole slutty performance is so fucking sexy – where's that shyness from before? You're admitting your place, what you need, now. It's cute, watching you admit that all you need is to submit to butches.
- guilty pleasure anon
🫣 well . I day dream about getting to submit to a butch and then suddenly I've got butch fingers in my mouth? I have to worship them. I want them being thrust past my lips slow and steady too. all I want is be put in my place n it's only fair that I show how eager and happy it makes me to be treated like that
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ereborne · 11 days
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Song of the Day: May 19
"Big Deal” by LeAnn Rimes
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bisamwilson · 10 months
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oh i am LONGING for fall
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mxbitters · 11 months
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you can tell a lot about a person by the way they talk about furbies
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