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leafs-lover · 1 year

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“My boyfriend will kill us if he finds out.” With Auston

FWB!Auston taken from this prompt list.

A/N: I thought it would be hard to get into these, writing has been hard recently. This one came very easy but I did not proof read it🤷‍♀️

Warnings: cheating, smut, swearing, drinking

Your relationship was Auston was complicated, and that's assuming you could call it a relationship. It started off just as you'd expected it to.

Sex.

He'd message you, you'd show up, sometimes you'd watch a movie or order in some food. You always ended up in his bed, and almost always woke up beside him. Conversation came easy and soon you found yourself sending text messages while he was on the road, FaceTime and even the occasional night out for some drinks with some of the other players.

You both agreed to keep it easy and casual, no strings, and to just enjoy it all but months went by, and you found yourself yearning for more. And maybe he did too but he wouldn't admit it, and when days of silence would creep upon you or he would get uncomfortable following the chime of his phone, you knew you had to protect yourself. And that meant pulling away.

You kept telling yourself that time was the last time, then days later you were back in his bed. He had a firm hold on you and it was hard to break free.

Then came Sam.

Like Auston, it started off physical and slowly evolved, the only difference was he had no problem telling you how he felt and what he wanted. As time went on Auston’s text often went unanswered and Sam helped you to close that door.

Everything was good, great even, months went by and you hadn’t heard from him, you hadn’t even thought of him, that is until Sarah picked Locals Only as the location for girls night.

The music was loud, the drinks were cold and plentiful, and your dress was low cut and tight. It hugged you perfectly, accentuated your hips and left little to the imagination. You hadn’t worn it in a while, let it hang in the closet, but something about tonight felt like the right time to break it out again.

After spending the last three songs dancing you found yourself stumbling down the hall to the bathroom. You tug at the Flamingo bathroom. Locked. You venture to the Sunflower bathroom. Locked. The Unicorn bathroom. Locked.

"This one is open," an all too familiar voice calls from behind, making the hairs at the nape of your neck rise.

"Thanks." Your heart is pounding through your chest, hoping that the alcohol has your mind playing a trick on you, it can’t be him. As you turn around and see him, you mutter a curse word because of course he looks good. Dark curls popping under his plain white ball cap, a shirt that molds to his biceps, every muscle really. He smiles, a small and crooked one that makes his mustache curl ever so slightly, and you suddenly forget why you walked away in the first place.

You take longer than you should. Trying to think over the night, digging into your memory to try and remember if you saw him earlier tucked in a corner, wondering how long he spent watching you, if he waited for a moment to pull you aside or if it was pure coincidence.

It's two songs later when you decide to brave the outside world again. You need some water, maybe fresh air, something to calm your nerves. Surely, he isn't there anymore.

The second the door opens you feel his large body press against yours, walking you back inside. He smells richly of his cologne and booze and his cheeks are flushed.

"What are you doing?" You ask as the lock catches.

"Missed you." Auston doesn't bother answering your question, you already know.

"Auston." You almost choke on your own tongue, but when his soft hand lifts your chin and you meet the dark brown eyes, every part of you melts. They always were your favourite part.

Auston ducks down and presses his lips to yours. Even though the small voice in the back of your head told you not to surrender, to think of Sam, his lips were your second favourite thing about him, and you press forward. You take his face in the palm of your hand and scratch your nails along his jaw. His wander down your sides, venturing toward your hips. Your mouths fuse together, and the kiss quickly becomes feverish and hungry.

"Hi." Auston mumbles against you when he finally needs some air. His lips are red and puffy from kissing, coated in your lip gloss.

"Hi." You pull him back down for another kiss, you'll always have a sweet spot for him.

"I always loved this dress on you." His voice it thick, full of gravel.

"I remember."

"Remember what we did last time in this bathroom?" His face curls into a satisfied smirk as his lips ghost over the shell of your ear.

"What are you doing?" You ask as you feel his hand slip under the hem of your dress and push the satin underwear down your thighs. Just like last time, his lips hit your neck, then your collarbone, and that spot below your ear. The dangerously thin straps fall off your shoulder and your breasts spring free, quickly being met by one of his signature cocky smiles.

"Taking a trip down memory lane."

The whiskey runs hot in your veins and the bass booms under your feet. He guides your hand toward his growing bulge, and just like last time you make work at his belt and undo it, forcing his jeans a few inches down his thighs. Auston bites at your neck when your hand slips under his boxers and utters the same curse words as before when you tug on his length encouraging him to grow.

Exactly like last time, his spare hand moves between your bodies and toys at your entrance. One finger slips inside, and your walls greedily suck it in. He is quick to add another, curling them in until you are tugging at his dark curls. Just like every single time, he finds the spot that makes your knees weak and hits it over and over. His grin somehow gets cockier with every strained cry you let out.

"God, I fucking missed you." Auston pulls his fingers out and turns you around to face the mirror.

Just like last time, he kicks your legs apart and bends you over the counter, putting your ass and dripping cunt on display for him.

“My boyfriend will kill us if he finds out.” A lump forms in your throat.

"Better not tell him then."

You both moan in unison as he enters you, you always did. It takes one thrust to forget about Sam and a second to forget how bad an idea this is. By the time the third deep and hard thrust comes, shunting you up the counter, you know absolutely nothing is going to stop you until his warm and sticky cum fills your pussy. Just like every time before.

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miracleonice87 · 1 year

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#18 - Paris: Barzy

from m’s midnights prompt list

cw: 18+; gets just a lil spicyyyy at the end

a belated birthday treat for @kerwritesthings 🫶 enjoy!

18. Paris: “Privacy sign on the door / and on my page and on the whole world / romance is not dead if you keep it just yours”

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“Wakey wakey, Sleeping Beauty.”

You woke to Mat’s gentle whispers and feathery kisses to your upper back and down your arm, sighing blissfully as your senses finally roused. You turned onto your back to find him resting on his side, freshly showered and donning the plush, white resort bathrobe.

“Good morning, handsome,” you greeted him, your hand coming to rest on his stubbly cheek, thumb stroking his jaw.

He beamed, gathering your fingers in his and pressing kisses to each one. “Hated to wake you, but our brunch reservation is in about an hour,” he told you.

You nodded, arching your back to stretch your sleepy muscles before sitting up in bed, tucking the covers around your bare chest.

“What time is it?” you asked, rubbing your eyes as Mat chuckled, flopping onto his back.

“Just after 10,” he answered.

Your eyes went wide. “Jesus,” you muttered. You reached for your phone on the nightstand on your side of the bed, then snuggled back into Mat’s side as you turned off “Do Not Disturb” mode for the first time in 36 hours and scrolled the bevy of notifications that immediately appeared on your screen.

10 missed calls

4 missed FaceTime calls

13 iMessages

Bestie - iMessage: do you wanna grab drinks later??

Bestie - iMessage: bitch why tf is your do not disturb on in the middle of the day

Mom - iMessage: Hi! Just checking in because I haven’t heard from you today. Hope all is well! XOXO

Sis - iMessage: Did you watch Vanderpump tonight?

Sis - iMessage: HELLOOO

Sis - iMessage: I’m going to bed, better wake up to a text from you so I know you’re not dead in a ditch somewhere

Broski - iMessage: where tf are you, dude

Sis - iMessage: Guess not. Call meeee pls

Bestie - iMessage: your sister called me this morning, you better tell one of us you’re alive

Broski - iMessage: yooooooooo???

Bestie - iMessage: are you with your secret boyfriend? your sister just asked me and I’m pretty sure she’s onto something

Mom - iMessage: Your sister mentioned that you might be with a guy. If that is the case, PLEASE be careful!!! XOXO

Sis - iMessage: Oh you are SO completely with that dude

“Your family think I kidnapped you?” Mat asked behind you, ghosting his fingertips back and forth across your shoulders, sending a tingle down your spine.

You breathed a laugh and locked your phone. “Little bit,” you answered, rolling over onto him, belly to belly. “Let ‘em,” you proclaimed, tossing your phone to the end of the bed.

“Whatever you say,” he said, allowing his hands to travel down your back and come to rest on the curve of your ass, giving each of them a hearty squeeze.

“You left the privacy sign on the door, right?” you whispered, rolling your hips into his and combing your acrylic nails against his scalp slowly, suggestively.

He swallowed hard, then let out a shaky breath through pursed lips. “Y-yeah.”

You gave a single nod, then lowered your head to whisper, “good,” in his ear before biting at the shell of it, causing him to shudder beneath you.

You chuckled devilishly, starting to shimmy your way down the mattress, leaving kisses along his body in your wake.

“Mmm, I think we’re gonna be late for brunch,” you told him softly, trailing your nails down his abs.

The six-foot-tall, two-hundred-something hockey player beneath you whimpered like a newborn puppy as you toyed with the waistband of his briefs, smirking all the while.

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pleasantlycrazyworld · 5 days

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I found this on Instagram and I want to write so many of these!!!!

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calzone-d · 8 months

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ted + "i wasn't sure how much longer i could have taken this..." from the prompt list pretty please! 🤍🫶

i miss ted so fucking bad ugh. and lil hen!!!

tw: custody battle, emotions, michelle

read more here!

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henry was fast asleep smushed between you and ted on the couch. your eyes had grown heavy too, with your head resting on top of henry’s.

michelle didn’t give two fucks about henry flying alone, so when it was clear ted couldn’t take off work, you agreed that you’d fly out to kansas to meet michelle at the airport with henry and fly back with him.

you didn’t stop inbetween, you were so focused on bringing him back home. henry was ecstatic and buzzing with energy. he was bouncing on his heels by the time you’d gotten off your flight and in his line of vision. the backpack he had on was huge, and looked like it could’ve swallowed him whole.

michelle was playing on her phone when you approached them and didn’t pay you any mind. henry was also sporting a neck pillow and a richmond duffel bag.

the moment you were in arms reach he was lunging forward and wrapping his arms around your middle. you hugged him back so tight and smiled at his muffled “missed you, y/n..”.

he gave michelle a hug and then you were off. headed towards richmond with all of henry’s belongings. he already had a spare room at ted’s, but the last few weeks were spent decorating it so that it was truly his.

the second michelle had agreed to give over custody the two of you went all out. ted was over the moon, the happiest he’d been in a few months.

henry looked so small tucked into ted’s arms where he’d crouched down on the floor of the airport. henry giggled as ted squeezed him and you rubbed ted’s back when you noticed his eyes were glossy.

now, on the couch, he kept a watchful eye on you both. michelle put up a fight when he first mentioned her giving up custody, and it really had him on edge. he’d gotten about a million calls about overdue checkups, her not showing up to get him after school, etc. it really did a number on him.

he watched you with eyes full of love as you stirred awake.

“hi, darlin’”

“mmm.. hi, teddy.”

“wanna go to bed? the couch don’t look too comfy, hun.”

you nodded and stretched before asking, “take hen with us? missed him..”

ted wasted no time in scooping up henry and getting him settled in the middle of the bed you shared. henry stirred a little, but as soon as he felt the two of you around him he fell right back to sleep. one of your hands rubbed at his back and one of ted’s began smoothing over the boy’s hair.

you watched ted with heavy eyes as he took turns putting a hand on you both, needing to know he had both of his loves with him finally.

the soft smile you gave him brought tears to his eyes.

“finally got our boy, huh?”

henry didn’t move as you pressed a kiss to the top of his head and then one to ted’s hand.

“m’so happy he’s here, teddy.”

ted let out a soft chuckle, “me, too.. i don’t know how much longer i could’ve taken all that mess..”

“you’ve done so well.. you’re such a wonderful man. such a wonderful dad. we both love you so much.”

you felt one of ted’s feet brush against your calf, and the two of you shimmied a little closer to henry so you could all feel each other.

“want me to get up early and make y’all some pancakes?”

your eyes stayed closed while you began to grin.

“sounds perfect, babe.”

thanks for reading!

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theshyspy · 1 year

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harry with a shorter s/o (headcanon) - h.s

three different scenarios with h and his shorter s/o🫶

a/n: it’s fluffy and cute, kinda suggestive at one point

remember, reblogs and comments are so so appreciated! 🦋

When you're sad:

He just loved you, wanting to spend every second by your side when you felt unwell. Cancelling planes if he had any to make sure he’d be there if you wanted or needed anything.

You of course told him not to, and felt guilty for making him stay home with you.

“You’re the most important thing in my life. I love you, and right now my biggest priority is your well-being.”

He just loved taking care of you. You were always looking after in him, making sure he was okay and feeling loved. So when you let him do the same for you? His heart swelled and it meant the world.

He also knew you so well and was very aware of your tendency to forget to eat when the sadness became too much.

Lucky for you, one of his favourite things to do was cook for you (especially when you were sad). So he’d make your favourite meals and put on your comfort show as you ate together.

For dinner he wanted to do something more special though. Really show you how important you were to him and lift your spirits.

He’d light candles in the kitchen, play your favourite chill beatles and bring you with him as he made you a fancy meal.

You always wanted to keep him company when he cooked for you.

So he leaned down as you stood beside him, kiss your forehead before grabbing a hold on your waist, lifting you and placing you on the counter beside him. (He was a sucker for that).

The rest of the evening he just stood like that, placed between your legs and showing you that he really cared as you poured your heart out.

When you’re needy:

You came up behind him, arms wrapping around his waist as your fingers traced the muscles on his abdomen.

“Hi to you too.” “Hi.”

He very much knew what you wanted and it wasn’t like he didn’t want it too, he just found it adorable when you tried to kiss him but couldn’t actually reach him.

He turned around, eyes fixed at you and a playful smile resting on his lips. The only thing on your mind: challenge accepted.

You’d lost count of how many times he’d done this. But it left you an expert, and you knew how to get to him, You had actually gotten pretty creative over the years:

It was the one time you’d placed yourself on the dinner table. You wrapped your legs around his torso the second he came over and flung your arms around his neck. He’d rest his hands under your thighs and lean his forehead against yours before pressing his lips on yours.

It was also the time when you stood on the couch in front of him, placing a finger on his chin and tilting his head to you before leaning in. (“That was so hot”)

Or when you jumped on his back, fingers lightly tugging at his hair as you placed kisses up his neck and jaw (he was quick to squeeze your thighs and refuse to let you down)

Now however, you wrapped a hand on his collar and tugged him down, quick to place your lips on his. He placed his arms on the wall behind you, body pressed against yours as he hung his head low.

When you’re scared:

He’d keep an eye on you throughout the night at parties, always staying in a relative radius to you. He trusted you, but he had seen enough men not get the message when they got rejected to leave you completely alone

He glanced over at you once in a while, not really paying attention to the man you were talking to.

At least not until he watched him take a step forward and you quickly took one back.

He sraightened up, putting his cup down beside him and stretching his neck to get a better look.

You had dealt with this so many situations like this, and he knew you could handle it perfectly on your own.

But when he saw your smile faltering, arms crossing protectively over your chest as your eyes scanned the room for him…

He was so quick to excuse himself from the conversation he’d been in, eyes fixed at you as he moved through the crowd.

Your eyes landed on him, and he could see the way your muscles relaxed as you let out a shaky breath.

“Hey, babe.”

He swept in beside you, arm finding its spot around your waist and resting protectively there as he pressed you against him. You smiled up at him, and he was quick to lean down for a kiss.

When you looked back up,the man still stood in front of you and huffed annoyed

Raising a brow, Harry looked at the man. “Can I help you?”

He immediately asked if you were okay or if you needed anything when he left. Hands cupping your cheeks as he stood in front of you and examined your face.

“I’m okay, I promise. Thanks for being here.”

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unluckyhoneybee · 1 year

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Cherry 15 X with Lando

Thank you xx🥰

Random prompt list.

Cherry: single mom.

15. "You can be so childish sometimes."

X. He is great with kids.

You chuckled when Lando splashed some water on May's face. Your little girl giggled.

"You can be so childish sometimes" You told your boyfriend. "There will be no way of putting her to sleep if you keep doing that"

"But?"

"But... I love you so much. You are so good with her"

The girl made grabby hands at Lando and he picked her on his arms.

"I have a little niece, you know"

You smiled and covered yourself with a blanket. Watching Lando with your daughter always made you feel those butterflies.

May leaned her chin on his shoulder and looked at you. She still had those little droplets of water on her face.

"I think someone's tired" Lando said turning his face to her. He press a feather kiss on her cheek and she blinked slowy.

"Keep doing that" You whispered.

He did it again and again, walking around the room with her. Soon, May had tucked herself on his neck.

"Is she asleep?" He whispered. You shook your head.

Lando pressed his lips on her temple and kissed her softly in there. He started humming and walked to the sofa. By the time he sat next to you, May was already asleep.

You cupped Lando's cheek and kissed him.

"Really, what's your secret?"

"I guess she just likes me"

You rolled your eyes.

"As much as her mum"

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katyswrites · 2 years

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Hi I love your writings... Can you write prompt 89 with 98? Maybe with Steve or Eddie which ever one feels right.

Sure thing, anon! I chose #98 and Steve, if that's alright! Baby blurb below the cut!

Prompt 98: “if we weren’t in public right now i’d have my head between your legs”

Pairing: Steve Harrington/fem!reader

Warnings: Highly suggestive (16+ - no actual smut, but definitely spicy), fluff, established relationship, Steve being driven nuts by reader in a sundress

It’s hazy, the way it tends to be late in the summer - the air is warm and thick, only tolerable thanks to the gentle breeze that offsets it, rustling through the trees and cooling the skin. It’s too beautiful of a day to spend inside, which is why when you had heard that a pop-up fair was coming to town, it didn’t take much to convince Steve to take you. After the disaster that was Mayor Kline’s fair a few summers ago, this one seems much more promising.

You can’t remember the last time you and Steve went on a proper date - life had gotten busy, as it tends to do, and you two hadn’t taken much time to do something nice together lately. Which is why you decide to treat the night out like something a little special - you slip on a sundress, throw on some mascara and perfume, and head out the door when you hear his car pull up out front. When your boyfriend sees you, he lets out a low whistle, followed by a soft damn. Despite yourself, you feel your face heat, and giggle softly as you lean across the seat to give him a quick kiss.

“You look beautiful,” he says, face full of adoration as you close the car door.

“Not so bad yourself,” you reply, grinning as he backs out the driveway and down the road. The whole drive, you hold Steve’s hand on the center console, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on the back of your hand. A few times, you have to remind him to keep his eyes on the road, which thrills you more than you’d ever actually admit.

Once you’re inside the fair, though, all bets are off. Usually, there’s hardly anything to do in Hawkins at the height of summer, so you want to do everything - ride the Ferris wheel, play games, drink fresh-squeezed lemonade and split an ice cream with Steve, reveling in the cacophony of corny carnival music and the screams of people on rides.

The whole time, Steve indulges everything you want to do, with a smile on his face. However, it doesn’t escape your notice how he can’t stop touching you; his hand in yours as you walk the grounds, sweet kisses at the top of the Ferris wheel, arm around your waist as you throw darts at balloons on a wall. Now, sitting towards the end of the night, you sit on a bench, taking in the sight of the neon lights against the night sky. You’re resting your head on Steve’s shoulder, chewing on the salt water taffies you had bought from the candy stand. Fair-goers walk right past you, in search of late-night snacks and rides with the shortest lines, but you’re more than happy to rest for a bit.

“This is nice,” you say, breaking a comfortable silence that had been going on for a few minutes.

“Yeah,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your temple. “It is.”

His arm is around you, gently rubbing your bare arm. You lean into him, sighing as you breathe him in - musky cedar, mint, and a hint of smoke from his favorite cigarettes. Soon, though, his hand is wandering downwards - his hand gently brushing your side, snaking down to your thigh. You nuzzle into his neck, before lazily trying to kiss him. You miss his lips, the first few times - you get his neck, his jaw, then the corner of his mouth. Finally, your mouth finds his, and you sigh into the kiss. It’s sensual, and slow. You shift, facing him better as you kiss him more hungrily.

Suddenly, the rest of the world is drowned out, and it’s only him - all of him, everywhere, flooding your senses like the air you breathe. His hand comes up to cradle your face, cupping your jaw as you open your mouth a bit, allowing his tongue entrance. He groans slightly into the kiss, his other hand gripping your thigh, causing your dress to ride up a bit.

The moment the cooler night air hits the bare skin of your thigh, you’re brought back to reality - the smell of fried food, the din of laughter and screams, and the acute awareness of things that aren’t Steve. You pull back, gasping for breath as you laugh.

“Steve!” you cry, giggling more as he tries to attack your neck with kisses.

“Yeah?” he asks, nuzzling into your shoulder.

“There’s - ah! - there’s people around -”

He pulls back, and sighs. The few wary looks of passersby don’t escape your notice, a few people rolling their eyes or laughing to themselves as they pass you two on the bench.

“That’s too bad,” he whispers, his voice rough and heated. He leans in closer, lips inches from your ear.

“Because if we weren’t in public right now, I’d have my head between your legs.”

You shiver at that, immediately feeling your heart flutter, warmth pooling and pouring down within you.

“Is that so?” you ask cheekily, biting your lip as you look into his eyes.

He nods fiercely, tucking a few strands of hair behind your ear.

“Yeah, baby - from the second I saw you in this goddamn dress, you’ve been driving me nuts.”

You smile, and grab him by the back of the neck, kissing him quickly and fiercely.

“Well, if that’s the case -” you look around, making sure nobody was too close to you, “- maybe you should take me home and help me out of this goddamn dress.”

He groans at that, then springs up, startling you as he makes his way to his feet.

“Well, if that’s the case -” he murmurs, holding out a hand to you, “- let’s get the Hell outta here.”

You take his hand, letting him help you up so you’re standing face-to-face. You grin mischievously, pulling him close to you by the waistband of his jeans.

“To be perfectly honest, Stevie,” you whisper in his ear, “we might only make it to the car.”

After that, neither of you can make it off of the fairground fast enough.

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laurenairay · 1 year

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svechie with 2 pls !! if 2's been taken then 4 pls <3

2 – “Let me know what you need, okay?” – Andrei Svechnikov

612 words.

Thanks for requesting this one for Svechy, Cam!

“Okay no, there’s no way you’re going to practice today.”

Andrei frowned at you from where he was slumped against the kitchen counter, shaking his head. “I’m fine. Just a little bit of flu,” he shrugged.

“Sweetheart, I’ve never seen you so pale. I really doubt the trainers will even let you on the ice,” you replied, frowning back at him.

He wasn’t just pale – your boyfriend had dark circles under his eyes and his nose was red where he’d obviously been sniffling, and the fact that he was clearly using the countertop to hold himself upright? Not okay.

“I’ll be fi-”

Three loud sneezes interrupted his own words, and you just smiled sadly as he groaned.

“Come on, I’ll text Jordy, okay? You need to take a rest day,” you murmured.

The pitiful look he sent you broke your heart, even more so as he sadly nodded. You knew how hard he worked with the team – hell, everyone knew that – but today was just not his day to push past his limits.

“Can you walk to the sofa by yourself?” you asked, quickly typing out a text to his captain.

Andrei took one step away from the kitchen side before pausing, and then shaking his head. He always hated asking for help, and this was just a sign that he was feeling just as bad as he looked if he was accepting help this easily.

“Alright, let’s take it slow then.”

Because there was no way you could carry his full heavy body by yourself – your man was big. The two of you slowly shuffled over to the sofa, Andrei eventually sitting down with a heavy thump, the saddest self-pitying look on his face, to which you could only add an extra cushion behind his neck and drape a large blanket over him.

“Am not that sick,” he grumbled, although he tucked his feet under it tightly.

“Uh huh, tell me that when you can stand upright without feeling congested and dizzy,” you mused.

Andrei just groaned, burrowing further under the blanket, making you smile at how adorable he was unintentionally being. For such a big guy, he sure could curl himself up into a tiny ball.

“I’d better start my workday properly, but I’ll only be down the hall, okay? Just yell for me if you need something,” you said, smiling.

He chewed his bottom lip briefly before looking up at you. “I don’t want to distract you. Don’t want to be a burden.”

Oh bless his heart.

“The last thing you could ever be is a burden, sweetheart. I mean it – let me know what you need, okay?” you said firmly.

Andrei sent you a sweet smile, eyes crinkling, making your heart melt even further.

“Okay, I will. Thank you for looking after me.”

“Always,” you grinned.

As you wandered away from the living room and down the hall to your office/study, you couldn’t help but glance over your shoulder at your boyfriend, smiling to yourself as you saw him wiggle down into the sofa to get comfortable, one hand peeking out of his huddle to reach for the TV remote. Adorable. As much as you wanted to curl into his side and take care of him 24/7, this really was the best option for both of you – you had work to do and he really just needed to rest. Not that this would stop you from taking a couple of extra coffee breaks to wander past and check on him, of course – and if you happened to take a sweet photo of him napping wrapped up in his blanket burrito, well, that was just a little extra bonus.

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sheisnotalone · 2 years

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𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 | 𝐰. 𝐦𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟

prompt: strawberries + picnic | prompt list

pairing: wanda maximoff x reader (no pronouns used)

category: fluff~

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"Hey stop tickling me" Wanda giggled trying to get out of your lap where she had been sitting in comfortably for the last few hours.

You had driven the two of you out in the fields to have a picnic. The past few weeks had been really stressful and both of you needed a break. The scenery around you was beautiful. Trees shaking slightly in the light breeze, the humming of bees in the air between the beautiful flowers and fluffy little clouds in the sky. The cozy blanket you had put on the ground protecting your clothes from getting grass stains.

While you had prepared some sandwiches and snacks to bring, Wanda had handpicked strawberries from her little garden.

Wanda rolled out of your grasp laying down next to you on the blanked. She pulled you down so she can rest her head on your belly. "It looks like an elephant" she said excitedly. "What?" you chuckled confused. "Look" she raised her hand and pointed to the sky. You followed her movement with your eyes then raising your gaze to the clouds. "That one right there" Wanda remarked excitedly. Then you saw the cloud she was referring to. "It actually does" a smile formed on your lips "and that one over there looks like an alpaca".

This went on for a while each of you pointing out funny little clouds that travelled above you. Both of you enjoyed the calmness of the moment.

After some time you felt Wanda shuffle, but before you could say something, she was pushing a strawberry into your mouth. "Wha-" you got out as you swallowed the fruit after having chewed it a bit, but were quickly interrupted by her lips meeting yours. You started kissing her back and she smiled when she tasted the strawberry on your lips. "I love you my little strawberry" she whispered to you before deepening the kiss.

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#wanda maximoff fluff #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff x gender neutral reader #fluff #liz's may blurbs #may prompts #prompt list #scarlet witch x you #marvel fluff #wanda maximoff imagine #strawberries #it's font 111 you dipshit #< this is only for myself to remember lol #sheisnotalone

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littledrummeraussie · 8 months

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I like this a lot 🥺

brushing their hair for them and smiling fondly as they just ramble about their day

^ or even drying it when they're too lazy to when they just get out of the shower

Our lovely couple from someone who feels like home came to my mind when I saw these prompts 😊

[general fiction tag] [general masterlist]

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"You should have seen it, it was a damn perfect shot!"

Ashton chuckled as the bathroom door swung open in your trailer, and you no longer talked through the thin gap that you left there while taking a shower. He pushed himself away from the wall, slowly walking after you as you continued rambling about the day's shoot. Since he wasn't with you on set every day you liked telling him about what you've done while shooting, piecing the story together day after day until he could watch it with everyone else at the movies.

"And we were able to do it in just one take, which is really amazing, cau--"

"Cause then they would have had to clean you up and start over, I know," he cupped you cheek in his palm, kissing your lips swiftly. "You still have some red dye in your hair."

"I'm too tired to wash it out," you pouted at him, shrugging a little. "I got most of it, but... yeah."

"Come, sit. Tell me more about this paint fight," Ashton was already settling down on the couch, pulling you between his legs, your back to him.

You picked up the story again while Ash grabbed your discarded towel, taking a few strands of hair between his fingers as he started to softly drying them, trying to get the rest of the paint out of your hair. He asked you every now and then about a particular scene or to elaborate on something that happened while he worked section by section.

"There, I think you're all done," he finally announced, combing his fingers through your hair to give it some volume. "Let's hope it won't stain your pillows."

"My hero," a smile pulled at your lips as you rested your head back on his shoulder, and he leaned over to press his lips against yours again. "Thank you."

"Should we go home? We could grab some take out on the way and have a late night dinner," he was still softly petting your hair, pushing it away from your forehead before kissing you there as well.

"Sounds like a great plan."

#fiction time #ashton irwin x reader #ashton irwin blurb #prompt list 7 #afic: someone who feels like home #literally just some small thing

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en-engenes · 1 year

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hallo! i recently found your blog and so far your works are very nice :)) i'm so excited to see what you'll become and continue on growing as a blog. hmm to kickstart your blog i'd like to request the prompt "do you regret it?"

i'll leave it up to you on what they would regret! thank you for writing, and don't feel pressured to complete or do this!!

silly jungwon for you

PENITENCE - l.hs

“do you regret it?”

synopsis: heeseung makes a surprise appearance at your special day but not to celebrate with or for you

pairing: ex!heeseung x engaged!reader

genre: angst, hurt

warnings: strong language, yelling/argumentation

word count: 800+

i apologize sincerely for how long this took me to write.. i lost all motivation to write for such a long time but i think it’s slowly coming back!

i also appreciate the kind words <3 coming back to read them made me want to begin writing again so thank you!!

the wedding venue was all you could have ever imagined. nearly a fairytale scene. you found yourself wandering the empty foyer, needing a moment away from the stressful environment of the wedding party getting ready. your nerves were starting to take flight.

“do you regret it?” an all-too-familiar voice rang from behind.

you felt your heart twinge before you turned around. part of you thought he wouldn’t show but there he stood in all his glory. lee heeseung. the man who, two and a half years earlier, you would’ve sworn you’d marry.

hiding your shock, you forced a smile, “heeseung. you came.”

“-that doesn’t answer my question.” he interrupted calmly, hands shoved in his dress pant pockets.

you wanted to run away with the intense stare he was giving. he wholeheartedly asked such a question and expected an immediate answer, but you weren’t sure what to say. did you regret it? you couldn’t possibly regret a thing, right?

grabbing his arm, you pulled him out of view from others, “is this why you came here? to try and hurt me before my own wedding?”

“no,” he subtly shook his head. “i just want to know. i guess it’s all just really hitting me.”

you were confused but he continued.

“the only person i’ve ever loved is about to spend the rest of their life with another man and i just have to let it happen. you’ve only been with him for not even two years and you’re already so in love that marriage seemed acceptable.. i just don’t understand.”

you froze and that made him chuckle sarcastically, “man, life is just crazy like that, huh?”

heeseung was your first love. the first person to know the depths of you that you didn’t even realize existed. the first person to show you what it meant to love someone with your entire being and have it reciprocated. he was so many of your firsts.

the first person to have their heart destroyed by you.

“please don’t do this.” you pathetically mumbled.

his lips pursed, “do you, or do you not, regret doing what you did?”

you felt a single tear stream down your face and mentally cursed yourself for ruining your makeup, “you need to leave.”

“all i’m asking is for you to be honest with me about this for once because it’s all i’ve thought about since you disappeared. do i not at least deserve the truth? was i really just something you could push aside and never-”

“-fuck, heeseung, yes!” your voice raised beyond privacy, your hands thrown up in defeat. “yes, i regret it every single goddamn day and i am so, incredibly sorry for hurting you the way i did! i regret not handling our relationship like an adult and choosing the easy way out! i regret it all!”

the man watched you fall apart in front of him. your mascara had streamed down your cheeks, the foundation melting with it. he’d be lying if he said part of him didn’t want to comfort you but he held his composure.

“is that what you wanted? you want me to admit that i don’t actually love the man, who i’m forty minutes away from marrying, as much as i love you? does that answer your fucking question?!”

bystanders and family began to flock around to witness the commotion. they whispered and gossiped amongst each other but heeseung kept his eyes trained on you. you were his only priority. this conversation was the one thing that kept him up at night and he’d be damned if he blew it off.

with a clear of his throat, heeseung gave a curt nod, “i hope life treats you well, y/n.”

you stood in disbelief as he began to walk away. your feet absentmindedly followed after him with an arm outstretched to grab his. he must’ve felt your presence because he stopped right at the main entrance and slightly turned his head to look back at you.

“you’re just gonna leave?”

he produced a tight-lipped smile, “i don’t want something like this to backtrack my healing. your confirmation was all i ever needed. thank you, y/n. really.”

and just like that, he disappeared for good.

you fell to your knees and finally let out a painful sob. the crowd behind you had grown twice in size, all watching with pitiful eyes and sideways glances. yet you couldn’t care less. you now understood the amount of hurt you put your first love through.

heeseung was long gone before you pulled yourself from the granite floors and faced those who came to witness your, supposed-to-be, happiest day. a few moments passed before a guttural laugh erupted from your throat.

“the show must go on.”

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miracleonice87 · 11 months

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Lavender Haze with my favorite lovie aka Sidney Crosby 🥹🥹

from m's midnights prompt list

warnings: online / social media bullying, swearing, implied 10 year age gap between Sid (age 36) and reader insert (age 26)

word count: ~4,100

1. Lavender Haze: “Staring at the ceiling with you / Oh, you don’t ever say too much / And you don’t really read into my melancholia / I been under scrutiny / You handle it beautifully / All this shit is new to me”

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“Alright, guys, thanks for your patience today – everybody did a great job with media today and all year, and now you finally get a break for a couple months,” Jen told the team with a smirk, earning a few stray whoops and hollers from around the locker room, the loudest from one Evgeni Malkin. It went without saying that locker room clean-out day was one of his favorite days of the year. Many of the guys thanked Jen in return as they packed up the remnants of their lockers and prepared to head to their respective homes for the summer. “Have a great offseason, call me if you need me, and I’ll see you guys in August,” she added as she did one last pass through the semi-circle of stalls, then stopped at the last one before the exit.

“Sid, can you stop by my office before you head out, please?” she asked, softly enough that only the veteran superstar could hear as he bent over his hockey bag.

He stood up straight in front of his stall and nodded slowly. Jen gave him an oddly tight smile that felt forced before turning to walk out the dressing room doors.

What was that all about…

Sidney’s brows knit together slightly as he wondered why she had addressed him so seriously. Considering his long tenure as captain and, therefore, the primary spokesperson for the players, it wasn’t at all uncommon for Jen to pull him aside for a brief one-on-one to discuss upcoming appearances or media needs that pertained only to him. It was uncommon, though, for her to do so in such a subdued and solemn manner, as though whatever she had to say to him was a sensitive matter.

He rarely felt uneasy, but Jen’s request had certainly set him on edge. He silently packed up the final contents of his locker and made sure to bid farewell to each member of the team he hadn’t yet, his mind elsewhere all the while. Ten minutes later, he threw his bag over his shoulder, grabbed his bundle of sticks, and headed to Jen’s office.

Sidney used a single knuckle to knock on her half-open door, where he could hear her speaking to someone else, in a hushed tone.

Seriously, what the fuck is going on here…

“Come in,” she called out to him before returning to her previous volume. “Yeah, he just got here,” she said into her office phone. “Yep, I’ll tell him. Thanks.” She hung up the receiver and sighed heavily, folding her arms in front of her on the glass-topped desk. “Will you close the door?” she asked him.

“Jen, what the hell-”

“I know, Sid,” she said, shaking her head sadly, her eyes cast downward. “This isn’t how I wanted to go into the summer, but this needs to be addressed before you go home.”

Sid passed by her desk in favor of leaning against her windowsill, unable to actually take a seat in the middle of the discomfort.

“What’s going on?” he asked firmly, crossing his arms against his chest.

Jen pursed her lips and took a beat before answering. Sid could see her switching from friend-mode to PR-mode before his very eyes, which rarely happened these days. In fact, he couldn’t even remember the last time it had.

When the next two words out of her mouth were “it’s…” followed by your name, he felt every muscle in his body tense. His brows shot skyward and his eyes went wide, rendered utterly speechless as Jen quickly continued. “I don’t even know if this is something she’s aware of yet, but it’s something you need to be,” she told him. “The social team brought it to my attention earlier today. You know it’s par for the course for us to get a few dozen, sometimes even a couple hundred, stupid comments about you on a post, particularly at the end of a season. But this is… it’s just something we really haven’t had to deal with to this extent before.”

“What do you mean?” he asked, though he certainly didn’t actually want to know the answer to that question.

“So we posted your final media availability from this morning as a standalone on Instagram,” she began. “It started out with just a couple of random comments, blaming her for the early exit. Just stupid shit like that. But… things have escalated. It’s become something of a… I don’t know, a trend? …to tag her handle in the comment section. And it’s gained some momentum, unfortunately. Seemingly primarily by Philly and Boston fans, which isn’t necessarily shocking.”

Sid tensed and flexed his fingers against the cool window frame. “How much ‘momentum’ are we talking about here?” he asked, voice cool.

There was a long pause. One far too long for comfort.

“About 14,000. Kind of… going viral, at least by our standards.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Jen,” he spat.

“I know.”

“This is exactly why I never engaged in this social media bullshit.”

“I know.”

“But she didn’t, either. Her account is fucking private. Family and friends only.”

“I know.”

“I never wanted to ask her to shut it down.”

“I know.”

Sid sighed, his head falling backwards as he closed his eyes, trying to calm his rapidly firing nerve endings. Eventually, he pushed away from the window and held out his hand.

“Let me see.” He nodded toward Jen’s work iPhone, which was currently buzzing so frequently that it was about to fall off the edge of her desk.

“Sid, I really don’t-”

“Let… me see.”

Jen heaved a sigh, glancing upward, before picking up, unlocking, and, after scrolling in her camera roll to her most recent screenshots, handing over the phone.

We’re blaming Sid’s new gf. He had to spend too much time helping her with her algebra homework this year

⮑ How much do you think he pays her per season

⮑ For what, prostitution or her daycare?

She’s gotta be his cover

No wonder he’s lost a step, can’t keep up on the ice AND chase after his toddler

Watch out, Sid. She might run off with Nate. Much closer to her age

From Crybaby Crosby to Sugar Daddy Crosby

Gonna pull a Wayno and request a trade to LA because his girl wants to be famous

⮑ Or end up like Mario when she gets pregnant and traps him

That one made him chuckle darkly. “Yeah, because Mario was so miserable that he’s stayed married to Nathalie for 30-some years and had three more children,” he said bitterly.

⮑ For real, make sure you keep it wrapped, 87

⮑ She's also only as old as Mario's youngest kid. Like let that sink in

Wonder if G’s and Tanger’s girls have to take her to the playground

⮑ Anna and Catherine are so fucking fine, and then there’s her. Blegh

⮑ At least she’s well endowed

⮑ That’s just because she’s chubby

Was hoping she was just a one night stand but apparently not. Hope he doesn’t wife her

Dumb gold digging wh*re

⮑ We want prenup

Hope she dies in a car crash

What’s her @? I don’t wanna f*ck her, just wanna make her life a living hell

⮑ Found her - @yourusername - ig do yo thang!

⮑ Thanks for nothing @yourusername you stupid bitch

And on and on it went from there.

Phone still in hand, fingers gripped tightly around it, Sid met Jen’s concerned eyes. He swallowed hard.

“Is that it?” Please, god, let that be it…

With a single shake of her head, she instructed, “Scroll to the left.”

He did as she said, and a meme from a widely-followed hockey rumor account appeared.

SID’S MUCH YOUNGER GIRL GETS ANNIHILATED ON SOCIAL, BLAMED FOR PENS MISSING PLAYOFFS, the first slide read in bold red letters printed above a photo of her, which he knew had been pulled from the account of one of the other Pens’ partners, sporting her “87” beanie at the Winter Classic in January. The following slides in the post were screenshots highlighting some of the nastiest comments from the original post.

“So that’s the main reason I’m calling this to your attention,” Jen said as he scrolled reluctantly, waves of nausea rolling in his gut. “It might have flown under the radar if it had stayed contained in our comments, but this account picked it up and ran with it. So it’s being more widely discussed.”

Sid inhaled and exhaled slowly, then muttered, “fuck,” as he returned Jen’s phone, letting his hands fall to the leather seatback in front of him. “So what can we do?” he asked.

“We can release a statement,” she said as she clicked the phone locked and placed it back on her desk. “If you want to. Management is fine with that and supports whatever decision you make.”

Sid nodded, grateful for that sentiment, but still unsure that that was the best course of action.

“Anybody say what they’d do in this situation?” he asked.

Jen couldn’t help but smirk.

“Yeah, one of them said they’d go full Will Smith. ‘Keep my wife’s name out your fuckin’ mouth,’” she told him. “He didn’t actually say that part, but… I’ll let you guess who.”

Sid breathed a slight chuckle. “Sounds like Sully.”

Jen nodded. “It was him on the phone when you walked in,” she informed him. “He didn’t want to say it in front of everyone, but he wanted me to tell you to call him if you need him. Unfortunately, he’s familiar with situations like yours because of Charlie and Kiley, so don’t hesitate to reach out to him - or to any of them - if you need some advice.”

He exhaled forcefully, glancing at his shoes. “Thanks,” he mumbled. He looked back up toward Jen, one of his most trusted companions and confidants. “What would you do? If you were me.”

Jen pursed her lips and leaned her palms against her desk.

“I’d go talk to my partner first.”

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It was a quick drive from PPG to your condo in the Strip District. Door to door was typically about seven minutes, ten with traffic.

Today, though, it felt like it took hours.

Sid hadn’t told you he was coming over. He planned to make use of the spare key you had given him months ago. Because as much as he hated to admit it, he wanted to catch you off-guard for once, make it so you wouldn’t have time to pull yourself together or freshen up or plaster a grin on your face, as he had a sneaking suspicion that you sometimes did in an attempt to put on a brave front for him.

He simply wanted to meet you, literally, right where you were. He didn’t know how aware you even were of the situation, if at all, so determining that was first on his priority list.

With a nod to the security guard at the front desk, who recognized him not only as a Penguin but from his frequent visits to the building, usually hand-in-hand with you, Sid made his way to the elevator, then to your floor.

Upon reaching your place, he called out to you through the door, before he even unlocked it and turned the handle, so as not to frighten you in what could be considered a fragile time, no matter how you might actually be feeling currently.

“It’s me,” he announced. “I’m coming in.”

This certainly didn’t come as a surprise to you. You didn’t make a move, but instead called out, “In the living room.”

Sid pushed the door open, then closed and locked it behind him, kicked off his shoes, and left his ball cap in the entryway. He slowly made his way down the hall toward the living room. As he approached, he saw you lying on the floor, staring at the ceiling with your head propped on a throw pillow from the nearby sofa. The sliding glass door leading to your private terrace was open, and the light breeze danced through the gauzy drapes that hung in the threshold.

“Hi, love,” he greeted quietly.

You forced yourself to look up at him, although your expression was unreadable.

“Hi,” you replied. “I’ve kind of been expecting you,” you told him as you fixed your eyes upward again.

Sid nodded, grabbing a pillow for himself before crouching down next to you. Although he leaned over to kiss your forehead, a warm and welcome gesture in the midst of your inner turmoil, he didn’t say anything else right away. He didn't have to. He knew what you needed, and that was just for him to be there with you. To be in it with you.

And you didn’t say anything, either. Sid didn’t really read into it – you didn’t need to say so out loud for him to understand that this wasn’t about him, or your relationship from the inside out.

It was just about the outsiders, the pathetic trolls who had spent the last several hours taking unnecessary and unprompted shots at you online.

This scrutiny you were currently under wasn’t necessarily shocking. When you thought back on it, you supposed you had been bracing yourself for it ever since you had agreed to that very first date with Sid over a year ago now after being introduced by mutual friends. He had been the primary face of the league, the Canadian golden boy in every sense of the word, for two decades now, simultaneously adored and hated by literal millions of people, which would never be a figure you’d be able to fully wrap your brain around.

And you’d never shown Sidney the hundreds of message requests that piled up in your inbox from week to week, until you remembered to go in and delete them, and while you made it a point not to read them, it was damn near impossible for your eyes not to catch words such as “hooker,” “slut,” “clout chaser” and worse before tapping Delete All and doing your best to move on with your day with a positive attitude. You’d never told him about the obscene things that people would nearly fall out their car windows to scream at you as you made the short walk from the downtown bars near the arena, on the few nights that you opted to meet the girls or your family for a drink before the games rather than enter the arena through the comfort of the private garage attached to the venue. You’d never mentioned the dozens of times you’d watched partners of the guys on the team mutter and cluck their tongues in disgust while deleting hateful comments about you from their own posts in the past year, which was always followed up by tapping Report and Block in quick succession.

So no, it wasn’t shocking. What it was, though, was hurtful, no matter how far removed from reality the comments and messages actually were.

Finally, Sidney moved beside you, rolling his head to the side to study you intently, still silent for a long while. He knew this couldn’t be the first time you’d been hurt, even if indirectly, because of his profession. But it was the first time he’d seen you dwell on it before his very eyes, and it shattered him.

“You doing okay?” he asked gently.

You, too, let your head fall to the side to meet his gaze.

“Who, me? Oh, never better,” you teased, opting for humor.

Sid let out a singular, sad chuckle, then reached his thumb to smooth across your cheekbone.

“So much for the lavender haze, huh?” you sighed, curling into his touch as he opened his palm to caress your face.

“Doesn’t change a goddamn thing about the way I feel about you,” he asserted. “About how crazy I am about you. How much I adore you.”

You nodded, grasping his forearm and giving it an affectionate squeeze. You kissed the fleshy crease of his hand.

“I know that,” you said. “It doesn’t change how I feel about you either, it’s just…” You sighed, and he took this opportunity to open his arms and invite you closer. You rolled onto your side and rested your head on his chest, and he wound his arms around you as tightly as he possibly could. “All this shit is new to me, Sid,” you said in a small voice.

He gave your waist a squeeze and used his fingertips to trace up and down your arm soothingly, then pressed a kiss to your hairline.

“I know, baby,” he whispered. “And I’m sorry you have to deal with it at all. It’s because of me. And I hate that more than anything.”

You reached to cup your hand against his neck.

“You don’t need to be sorry,” you protested. “I don’t want you to be. It’s not your fault”

He sighed. “Maybe not, but, still…”

He trailed off, and you let his words hang in the air for a moment before adding, “Well, for what it’s worth, you handle it beautifully.”

You looked up at him adoringly. He returned the gesture, smiling down at you softly as his thumb tapped your shoulder appreciatively.

You settled back against him, eyes fixed on the shelf of plants across the room, unable to look at him for this next part. You swallowed hard.

“I think I’m gonna shut down my acc-”

“I don’t want you to do that,” he said immediately, shaking his head. He had never spoken to you so sharply. “Not because of this. Not because of me. We can’t let people win. That's exactly what they want.”

Your voice wavered as you tried your best to argue. “It’s not just this one time, Sid,” you admitted, but didn’t elaborate any further. “I don’t want people talking about you like that-”

“I don’t give a damn what people say,” he said, his volume rising. “Let them fucking talk all the shit they want. It’ll never change the way I look at you, the way I feel about you. And that’s what they’re trying to do. They’re trying to poke holes in this where there are none. Let’s not give them any more power than they already think they have.”

You didn’t have a comeback for that one. Instead, silence fell over the room once again as you lay in his strong arms. About five minutes later, after replaying his little monologue again and again in his head, he kissed your temple.

“I’m sorry,” he said gently, lips still pressed to your skin. “I shouldn’t have raised my voice. I just need you to know that you’re more important to me than any of this shit. You’re the most important thing in my life, and it’s not close.”

You lifted yourself from your prone position in favor of straddling Sid’s waist, not in a sexual way, but simply in one that kept him close. He reached for your hands to entangle your fingers in his, and you leaned down to kiss him.

“Once again, no need to apologize, but I do appreciate it,” you said, sitting back up. “You know you’re the only thing that truly matters to me, too. We’ll get through this – we’re way stronger than the shit they’re trying to throw at us.” Below you, Sid nodded, smoothing the back of your hands with his thumb. “But I, for one, am ready to take a break from talking about this for right now, and I’m starving. Can I order us some delivery?” you asked, climbing off of him. Sid, too, stood up.

“Let me order,” he insisted, bringing you in with a hand at the small of your back. “What sounds good to you?”

You barely needed a moment to respond. “Pizza?” you suggested.

“Pizza it is,” he agreed. “I’ll call Milano.”

You grinned at the mention of your favorite local joint and pushed yourself up to kiss him.

“Sounds perfect,” you said. “Thank you. I’m gonna go put on some sweats. I’ll be right back,” you said, kissing him one more time before disappearing into your bedroom.

Sid's gaze followed you as you entered your closet, grateful that you’d unwittingly fallen for his plan to be able to nonchalantly check his phone. He pulled it from his pocket as he walked out onto the terrace. On his screen were notifications of dozens of calls and texts, but a few names stood out from the rest.

Sully - iMessage: Sid - Jen has kept me up to speed on the situation this afternoon. I'm sorry that you both are dealing with this nonsense. With the way this has escalated, I would encourage you to strongly consider allowing her team to make a statement. That being said, I understand and support whatever decision you make, and I know you’ll do what’s best for the both of you. Always in your corner. - MS

Geno - iMessage: Anna told me what happened. Bullshit!!!!! Make Jen write statement, NOW!!!!!

Jen - iMessage: I already have a few sentences drafted based on our conversation earlier. If you’d like to move forward, just say the word. For now, just take care of her.

Sidney turned and quietly slid the terrace door shut behind him, then tapped Jen’s contact number and pressed the phone to his ear. It rang only one-and-a-half times before…

“Thought I might hear from you.”

“Thought you might say that,” Sid retorted, eyes trailing across the cityscape below.

“How is she?” Jen asked.

Sid blew out a long breath. “Honestly, better than I expected. It was a little rough when I first got here, but you know her, nothing keeps her down for too long.”

Jen offered a sound of approval. “Yep, that’s my girl. So… what’s up?”

“I wanna put out a statement,” he said confidently. “Not from me, but from the team, if that’s possible.”

“It’s more than possible - it’s what I was going to suggest if you decided to go this route,” she replied. “Like I said, I already have something started, so I’ll continue to work on that.”

“Send me a draft beforehand, okay? I’d like to offer input,” Sidney requested, glancing over his shoulder to ensure you hadn’t yet emerged from your bedroom, lest you grow suspicious of his clandestine phone conversation.

“Of course,” said Jen. “I’d never release without your approval.”

“That’s why you’re the best in the biz,” he told her jokingly, though genuinely. “Could you just email it to me rather than read it over the phone like normal? I haven’t, uh, exactly told her I’m doing this yet.”

“Understood,” she responded immediately. “Give me 20 and I’ll shoot something your way.”

“Thanks, Jen. Truly,” he said. “I’m really grateful to you and your team.”

“Always in your corner, Sid,” she said, calling back to mind the same promise from his head coach via text just hours ago. “You’re easy to defend. Talk soon. Bye.”

“Bye, Jen.”

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The next morning…

A statement from the Pittsburgh Penguins:

The Pittsburgh Penguins are aware of and do not condone the despicable and disparaging comments made online recently regarding a member of our captain’s family. Involving and attempting to implicate our players’ families in discussions about the results of our season and the future of our organization is simply heinous and unacceptable. While our organization does not typically respond to immature and ill-informed social media comments, we are unable to stand by and allow these words to go unchecked. We will not allow so-called fans of this game to post unfair and patently untrue accusations against our players’ loved ones without publicly denouncing them ourselves. We applaud the dignity and grace with which our players’ families approach these difficult situations, and our organization fully supports and stands with them.

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“I read it,” Sidney heard from the open French doors of his office half an hour after Jen told him the statement had gone live.

Apparently, it was his turn for a visit previously unannounced.

He spun in his chair to find you standing in front of him, arms crossed tightly against your chest, eyes rimmed with red but also with a small smile on your lips. "I was already on my way here anyway, but..."

“Come here,” he invited, pushing his chair back from his desk. You obliged, crossing the room toward him and taking a seat on his lap as he circled his arms around your waist and pressed a kiss to the back of your arm, eyes closing in reverence as his lips lingered against your skin.

You rested the side of your head against the top of his. “‘A member of your family,’ huh?” you asked softly, unable to keep the wide grin from your face.

Sid pressed a few more quick kisses to your skin before shifting you slightly in his lap so that he could meet your eyes. He looked up at you reverently, pushing some of your hair away from your face.

“That verbiage was my choice,” he informed you firmly. “Because that’s what you are to me. You are my family,” he said, conviction in every syllable. “Yes, you’re my girlfriend for now, but in time, you’ll be my fiancé, my wife, the mother of my children. You know that. ‘Girlfriend’ or even ‘partner’ just didn’t feel like enough. You’re… you’re my everything. I love you.”

You nodded. With more tears forming in your eyes, you pressed your hand to his smooth cheek and leaned down to kiss him.

“I love you, too,” you whispered against his lips as he cupped the back of your head in his hand. “Thank you.”

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If They Look | Eli Moskowitz x Chubby!Reader

Prompt: in a hotel room, up against the window overlooking a busy city. (from this list.) CW: rough sex, degradation kink, semi-public sex, name calling (slut), pseudo-voyeurism? ig, implied sweet aftercare.

A trip away from everyday life was never a bad idea. Going into the city seemed like a fun thing to do, just to spend some time in a new environment, relax in a hotel room, and not have to worry about the responsibilities of life; a day walking the streets or through a park, some time in the hotel hot tub and watching the night sky, and cuddling up in a big fancy bed. It sounded like a dream. It wasn't luxury, but it was enough.

The last thing Reader had in mind when planning the little trip was having her tits squished against the window as her pussy gets pounded from behind, but she's not complaining.

Her hands brace against the glass, feebly attempting to claw at it as she overlooks the city below her. Her heart is racing, but she can't hear it in her ears over her loud moans as Eli hits her g-spot repeatedly. "Oh god! Right there! Right there, please!"

"You like this?" he asks, tone mean and degrading. His grip on her hips is hard, fingertips digging into her tender fat. With each thrust, his hips slam into her ass and makes her belly jiggle as it hangs below her. Her tits would normally swing with it, but they were smushed against the window, likely leaving smudges of her nipples on the glass. "Anyone could look up and see you, you slut. Do you want that?"

Her walls squeezed around him, but she shook her head. He smacked her ass hard and she cried out.

"I think you're lying to me, because this sweet pussy doesn't lie and you're gripping me so hard, babe," he grunts. He looks down at the street below them, seeing the people walking by, unaware of their existence. It's midday, the sun shining down on the city, making it so easy to be spotted. "I think you want someone to look up here and watch as you get your slutty, fat cunt fucked."

"Noooo!" she whines, trying to look back at him. However, he grabs her hair and makes her look out the window.

"What do you see, huh? Tell me who's gonna look up here and see your fat tits." With the thought of someone seeing her, his thrusts get harder. His grip tightens on her hip and in her hair, his nails scrapping against her scalp. "Who's down there?"

"I-I don't-"

"Tell me."

She watches the people pass, her cunt squeezing tight as her juices drool down her inner thighs. She sees so many people walking, knowing their hotel is on a busy road in the heart of the city. Her breath fogs up the glass and she has to wipe it away. "There's businessmen..."

"Uh huh, probably out to lunch. Bet you wanna give them a show to enjoy with their meal." Her hot pussy gushes and she moans. "Hell yeah, you want them to watch as I fuck this pretty cunt, huh?"

He pushes her feet apart further, making her lean into the window more. She moans as her hard nipples begin to hurt, barely touched and in desperate need of attention. Instead, they're stuck between her and the glass under a lot of pressure they've never felt before. She whines, watching the people pass by without even thinking of looking up. Why would they when they have places to be? But the thought alone makes her cunt pulse.

"I'm gonna come!" she cries out, trying to push back against his thrusts, but she doesn't have the footing for it. She's at his mercy, clit throbbing with need. "Please, can I come?"

"Yeah," he tells her, slapping her ass again. His own movements speed up, cock throbbing. "You can come. Come for everyone to see."

She reaches down and touches her poor, ignored clit. In seconds, she's coming, squirting hot liquid on the window glass. It splashes, wetting her legs and the floor, and making a complete mess. She cries out with a loud moan, saying exactly what he likes to hear. "Oh Eli! Yes yes yes! Eli!!!"

He grunts and ruts into her, fucking her through the orgasm that has her eyes rolling up. Then he comes, pressing into her hard and pushing her into the window. Her belly and tits squish against the glass, on display for anyone below to see, and he holds her hips tightly, pressing her ass to him. His cock throbs with each rope of hot cum he gives her. He drops his head on her shoulder and curses.

"Fuck, baby, knew you'd love this. You're a dirty fucking slut, my dirty slut... getting off on this shit. Fuck, I love it!"

He laughs and starts kissing her shoulder as he tapers off. The last few spurts shoot off in her and he begins to soften, which is when he starts to pull out. He keeps ahold of her firmly as she whimpers, resting against the glass for stability now more than anything. Once he slips out of her, a rush of cum leaks out and catches on her clit, a glob of it falling to the floor.

He pulls her away and picks her up, carrying her over to the bed. She doesn't want to let go of his neck as he tries to pull away from her, so he kisses her sweetly and hums. "You did so good, baby. So good..."

His hand roams her body, groping her fat tits and belly as she relaxes on the soft linen. He gives her a few more kisses before pulling away and going to the window. His half soft cock hangs between his legs and he smirks as he pulls the curtains shut.

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