#km shirtless

[heartsoftruth]

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[the-togepi-man]

Proud progress

[zouisexo]

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[sludgeguzzler]

No yeah I love partying [gets too drunk at a houseparty and cries myself to sleep on the hosts bed]

[zierose-freak]

I can’t stop thinking of leaving hickeys all over jongseob🥵🥵 but then the members finding them the next morning💀

Could you write smth like that, not like full smut or anything. I just think getting caught the next morning is such a funny trope

YES. SCREAMING CRYING SOBBING KMS I LOVE THIS ANON I LOVE U TYSM

♪───Ｏ（Let Me In）Ｏ────♪

Warnings: slightly suggestive, hickeys, seob is shirtless in the first bit, cute embarrassing fluff probably a bit short

you laid on top of seob, lazily sucking hickeys onto his bare chest, occasionally tracing small shapes on his abs. by the end of the night he was covered, purple and red marks all over.

The two of you didn’t think it would be such a bad thing till the next morning, when he was coming back from a shower only in a towel and keeho saw his chest, seob knew he was in for a stern talking too.

“You do realize you just turned eighteen right?” Keeho said crossing his arms. “I understand you two wanna experiment but at least do it while we’re out, please” the disappointment in his voice evident

Seob lowered his head and so did you, both red in the face. “we didn’t do anything like that..” you mumble.

after keeho left seob immediately hid his face in your neck

that night he need a lot of cuddles and reassurance, because if keeho wasn’t happy his stylists sure won’t be

(A/N, AHHH SORRY TO ANYONE WHO SENT IN ASKS THAT HAVENT BEEN POSTED YET, I SWEAR IM WORKING ON THEM)

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boating w/ zawe in italy :: 01 september 2024 (batch 4)

so lemme just try and process this real quick…in just this set of photos alone, we get shirtless & wet Tom in itty bitty shorts…holding a goddamn showerhead…and mango alert wee woo wee woo???

here lies Ally, died of horny

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[ninyard]

I’ve started getting into running lately (I tell everyone it’s cause my brothers a runner but in reality my decision was heavily influenced by Neil…) and I can imagine Neil encountering another runner like one of the nut job ones who eats sleeps and breathes running and Neil just being so put off by it. They’d be like what shoes are you wearing? I rotate between my hoka challengers and speed goats and my brooks. I find the speed goats are better for harder more technical runs but the challengers are perfect for more level trail. I use gels for fuel and drink a litre of flat coke before every run. My pr for a km is 5:23. And Neil would just be staring at them like wtf??? But then what’s that I see?? It’s Kevin Day with insane opinions on running fuel!! Neil leaves them standing on the side of the road talking about gels vs gummy candy for fuel and the pros and cons of different shoes. Kevin would absolutely be one of those assholes who runs shirtless. Kevin would talk Neil into signing up for a race and before hand people would be asking Neil questions about his running and he’d be like idk bro I just work here and then he’d absolutely obliterate them first place course record with Kevin close behind in character pissed off because Neil barely even tried and could’ve done better if he wanted to.

Anyways I have a completely normal level of interest in both running and the all for the game series by Nora Sakavic I promise

Kevin is definitely one of those guys that runs shirtless but wears one of those vests with weights in them or something

But he’s also way slower than Neil. He has the advantage of longer legs so he can take bigger steps but if he’s doing a sprint with Neil trust he’s losing by a long shot. Like Kevin convincing Neil to do a race, and being like “okay, so we have to train for it! It’s going to be really tough!’ Meanwhile Neil just Shows Up and ends up waiting for ages for Kevin at the finish line.

[espinosaurusrexex]

Imagine Firefighter!Bucky taking you in after a fire at your apartment building

･ﾟ✫* 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡  ｡✭･ﾟ

You and Bucky have been friends ever since your friend dragged you to her boyfriend's work Christmas party, claiming she’d be so bored without you there.

Bullshit, 'cause everyone was so sweet and easy to talk to. Bored your ass - and speaking of asses - all the guys had pretty nice ones.

So, it just happened that you became part of their little friend group of your friend, her boyfriend, Bucky, and some other firefighters from the station.

But Bucky was definitely the one you were closest to.

Any time you’d say your goodbyes he’d say some good-natured firefighter wisdom like: “remember to stop, drop, and roll!” With that cheery smile of his.

Yes, he’s a flirt.

Of course, you never thought they’d come in handy one day.

But, of course, you’d ended up in many situations, in which they actually saved lives. And, of course, for some miraculous reason, Bucky was ALWAYS the firefighter on call.

Somebody threw a lit cigarette into a trash can - you were there when it nearly exploded

Somebody chose to extinguish a burning fryer with water at McDonald’s - your fries did not make it

A random cat decided to get stuck in a tree - you were the virtuous pedestrian to call 911

And Bucky would always tease you about how bad luck followed where you went, or how he’d always have a job as long as you were alive

But you knew he’d never mean it with any harm - he just liked to tease you

So when he got a call about a fire at your address, he made sure to be the first one in the fire truck

And when he arrived he’d search the crowd for you and make sure you were okay

And he would even push Steve on his way to your apartment to be the one to check if everything was fine

Of course, it wasn’t - because apparently that bad luck slur had some truth to it

None of your stuff got destroyed, but the captain said it was too dangerous for you to move back in until the floors were checked for any further damage (yes it was that stupid annoying kid from the apartment below yours)

And as soon as that information came through, Bucky was already next to you with a bag full of your clothes and his spare keys dangling before your eyes

You’d talk to him later about going through your underwear drawer, but for now you were just happy you had somewhere to sleep

Unfortunately, though, that night's sleep didn’t come to you easily

You kept jerking awake, dreaming of fires in your apartment and waking up startled and confused when you weren’t surrounded by familiar walls

So the third time you’d woken up and almost knocked a lamp over, Bucky was already in the doorway picking you up and carrying you off to his bed

You wanted to complain - you really did- but it was so warm and cozy, and you were so tired, it must have slipped your mind

You woke up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee the next morning and a dashing smiley (and shirtless) Bucky

As a thank you, you offered to make pancakes and Bucky was proud of himself for dragging you home with him

The following mornings were pretty much the same, with you waking up tangled in each other, preparing breakfast, and just living in purely innocent and domestic bliss

Which was why you didn’t mind when the fire department called and Bucky told you the move-in date back to your apartment would be postponed for a while longer

And actually, maybe Bucky just told you that because he liked the idea of your staying a little too much - just because of the pancakes, of course…

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Y/N, tiptoeing towards the bedroom after a long and tiring day of meetings...

Y/N: *opens door quietly, whispers* Babe? Are you still awake? Are the kids in- *cuts off own sentence at the sight in front of her*

Loki: *lays on his side of the bed, shirtless and in grey sweatpants, raven curls spilled all over the pillow; illuminated by the warm, dimmed light; book loosely in one hand; fast asleep, snoring softly*

Ella: *lays draped over her father's free arm; cuddled against his shoulder; wearing her Disney princess pyjamas and emerald green woollen socks; loose strands of wild, black curls falling over her sweet face; being fast asleep as well*

Narfi: *swaddled in his warm, soft, teddy bear blanket; sleeping on Loki's chest; tiny, cerulean hands clawed in the skin of his father's pecs, holding on for dear life; dummy in his mouth*

Y/N: *feels her ovaries exploding* Awww... My babies. So sweet... *coos quietly*

Y/N: *eyes settle on Loki, stares, unable to take her eyes off her husband; hormones still running wild* My baby daddy... So cute - and sexy...

Y/N: *switches between melting into a puddle on the floor and biting her lip in order to suppress her arousal*

a/n: Well... This just came into my mind. 🥰🫠 Thought I should share it! 😉

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[ankmankpank]

Aaron Z. x baby sis!reader

Tw: cussing and a sunburn maybe?? Nothing else, 4*town playing basketball shirtless as fuck. Ur not even a baby, just 4. I don’t have the talent to write and it’s maybe cringe at some places. I mean, I just had the idea and rlly wanted to do something with it, i don’t even care if it’s not well written. (I’m gonna kms)

4*TOWN was a world famous boy band , we know that. But they were also human, which meant they had their families too.

And you, you were one of the members' little sister, Aaron Z.’s! He was 18 years older than you, which meant that you were 4 now, babe.

And your parents had to leave for a summer vacation, so they gave you to Aaron Z. for the summer who lived with the other members of 4*TOWN by second. To make work easier, or who knows why. Which meant, you lived with them too now.

But the thing was, Z. haven’t met you since your birth. Your parents never treated him well, except than buying him everything he needed since they were mad rich. It’s not like they treat you any better, you’re just a kid and you don’t really care how strict they are. How much does reputation matter for them. How much they expect from you, or how much they expected from Z. before the band took off and he decided to leave.

He wanted to get you out of there, but he couldn’t. And it’s not like he wanted to go back anyway.

So, this is how is it now.

It was a waaarm, warm afternoon and the boys were playing basketball outside on their court in the garden. And none of them would really leave you unsupervised(except T.), so you were sitting at one of the benches next to the court with two horse toys in your little hands, which were given to you by Jesse after Z. had a speech to him about not knowing what the fuck to do with a kid. It wasn’t like he didn’t want you there, he did! He was glad that he could finally meet you properly and that you were finally out of that hell of a sadly huge house that he was forced to grow up in, it’s just.. he was scared that he will fuck this up.

But like, playing with horsies and having zero problems in the world at all wasn’t so entertaining to you at the moment.

So you shifted your attention towards the boys. And maybe you didn’t pay attention to this detail at all, but fangirls would go mad crazy to see them like this. Shirtless, moving and jumping around, and sweat dripping off them as they playfully teased each other and T. sometimes started play fighting with Robaire. Truly a sight, too bad you didn’t care at all.

BOOOOOOOOORING, you wanted to go to an amusement park, the beach, a funeral just to wander off halfway into it and scare some birds! Just let something happen already.

“What’s up, Sweetcheeks?” FUCK AARON T. SCARED YOU.

T. chuckled at the way you jumped slightly as he sat down next to you on the bench, drying his face and sweaty body with a towel while he drank from his bottle. The five bottles and the towels were next to you on the ridiculously huge bench, you even thought about doing bowling with them, if you’d know how to do that.

“It’s hot.” You whined. “I’m bored.” You continued. “And I’m tired without even moving. How are you still alive?” You were swinging your feet as you talked, the two horses now on the bench on the other side of you.

But like, really. Did being shirtless help? Or it was the moving? He’s fit and you’re not? He’s 22? He was weird.

“I’m okay, Little Z. This is just a quick break then we’re back at it again.” T. told you as he closed the bottle and put it back at it’s place, taking a look at the others still playing before looking back at you. “But you need to be careful when it’s hot like this, baby. Do you need anything?”

“No I don’t.” You shook your little head. You didn’t think you did, but not like you wanted to do anything right now.

“Oh yes you do.” Walked Aaron Z. over to the two of you, patting T.’s shoulder to tell him that he can go now.

With that, T. and Z. switched places, now Z. sitting next to you, taking the tube of sunscreen next to the bottles before putting you into his lap with a quiet. “C’mere.”

“But I already have sunscreen on!”

“But you need more.” Z.’s expression stayed the usual I-wouldn’t-care-if-there-was-a-bomb-on-my-back face, popping open the small tube and applying some to the tip of his fingers. He pushed your hair back with one hand and he applied it to your puffy face with the other, happy that you’re not complaining while he’s putting it on.

You put your tongue out a little, angry that it was a defeat. “But the sunscreen is warm now! It was out in the sun too! Didn’t it get a sunburn?”

“Don’t be stupid and let me finish.”

By those words, people would think he didn’t care. But he did. His fingers were soft, gentle, as if he was afraid that he’d break you any moment. Z. was careful to apply it everywhere where the sun reached you. When he was finished, he took his bottle to pour some water into his palm before getting your scalp wet with it.

And the water was sooo cold it was SO good!

Just a moment after him finally drinking, which he thought could wait after he made sure you’re all safe from the sun, Z. scratched you behind your ear. The paparazzi would eat this moment up.

“Don’t you need sunscreen?” You asked him, pouting that he applied yours perfectly, so you couldn’t even slip out of his hands because of the slippery sunscreen. No, he had to do it perfectly.

“No.”

“Then can you put sunscreen on my horsies too? Or can I put it on for them?” You asked him, eyes shining as you pointed to the two horses next to the two of you on the bench.

A few seconds of silence went by, and your big brother sighed. But then he grabbed the tube of sunscreen off the bench, and started applying it on the horse toys’ ears, one by one.

“Thank you!” You chirped as you stood up on his lap, quickly hugging his neck before you climbed out of his lap, back to your place.

They were always surprised how bubbly you were. How cute, oh my god. Look at you! You were always smiling, you loved every bug, every flower and everyone with no break at all! Tae was an absolute sweetheart to you and Z. was… Z., but you still treated them the same!

Not caring if Z. didn’t hug back sometimes.

With that, he was gone. Back on the game, with T. clinging into his neck like you did before, whining that how much he missed him and they were totally going to lose.

They all looked so sweaty and hot. It was weird how they weren't even thinking about how much they sweat, or that they were shirtless. That's the difference between boys and girls, boys can just do whatever they want without caring.

You envied them. Not for the fame or something like that, no.

For being boys, being older than you, being free when around each other, having fun.

You had fun too, but there was something different about boys being boys. Their personalities. The way that Z. looked like he’s going to hit his head into the wall until there’s a dent in his forehead every time T. decided to have a conversation. You liked watching them.

But you quickly got bored of this thought chain too.

You got off the bench and ran off into the big garden of the mansion, taking your horse toys with you. Your little legs ran off, your small hands holding the horse toys while you ran. The grass was soft beneath your feet, and you felt the sun on your puffy little face.

You didn't know where you were walking, but you went deeper and deeper into the huge garden while your big brother played with the others and laughed at each other. They were still yelling and swearing at each other, like they always do. They were nice to be around, you just couldn’t focus on something for more than 30 minutes.

You found yourself in a very quiet place. It was so calm and peaceful.

You were so busy playing with the grass, dirt, mud and flowers and bugs. It was like this little place belonged just to you, that you didn’t notice that sun was starting to go down, creating the most beautiful colors as it settled in the west. You had your bug friends named one by one, the rock castle you built just for them, their personalities and connections, you didn’t need anything else!

Well, maybe except another round of sunscreen. You didn’t know how long you were out in the sun, but you had fun. Had fun, it’s just that your face felt hot. And legs. And it had a funny feeling with it.

Mhm, shit.

Aaron Z.-1

You-0

You stayed longer than you should have. You knew that.

You won at having fun, but definitely lost at being scolded.

The sky was now a weak blue and pink color, the sun was about to set and it was so calm and peaceful just being outside in the garden by yourself. You didn’t care about your sunburn, but that wouldn’t stop your big brother from getting very, very angry once he saw you.

“There you are.”

You turned around as you heard your big brother’s voice, he found you! Hi Z.!!

"How long were you here?" He said sternly, not even giving you the time to explain as he quickly walked towards you. Just to notice that you were basically swimming in dirt, and.. was that a bug crawling on your arm?

“Umm.. since you put sunscreen on me and my horses.” You smiled, dusting off your dirty hands on your little overall. Tae chose your clothes for today, you thought he had a good taste! Even though that good taste, you already ruined it with the mud, so you didn’t stand up from the grass. You loved sitting in it!

He groaned, knowing that you definitely did get a sunburn.

“It’s been 5 hours. You’ve been out here with no protection from the sun. Have you seen your face?” He said, pointing towards your face as he crouched down to your level.

His hands slowly approached your cheeks, as he brushed your face, feeling how hot it was. Fuuuck.

“No, but it does hurt though..” You mumbled, patting your little arms with your little hands. “And my arm does too..” And it was hot. And it felt bad.

You realized now how burned you were by the sun. That was not good.

"Show me your shoulders and back," your big brother said with concern as he took off your overall and pulled down your undershirt slightly, to check your back and shoulders.

"This is not good. At all. Get up." He frowned, his eyes softening up for a moment. Then he sighed. He lifted you up effortlessly and carried you. You saw him doing all typa sports before, but it was so cool that how easy he could carry you!

You were always amazed by him.

He was going straight to Jesse with you. He knew that you liked talking to Jesse, and he also knew that Jesse enjoyed your company too. He knew how to deal with kids of course, so Z. often asked for advice from him.

“Mmhmhm.” You groaned. You didn’t want to go inside, you wanted to stay out to play. Though, your skin hurt and you felt hot and tired so you didn’t complain. Not like you really had the energy to. So, you laid your puffy cheek on his collarbone, not caring that it hurt, you didn’t rest your little heavy head for hours. And you pretty much needed that.

He probably didn’t know how to express it, but he really did feel bad for you. He really did care and most of all, he loved you. A lot. This was new to him too and he wanted to do it right, and even he didn’t know, Z. did it the best. He was the best.

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Can you please do Bruce Banner with 8&9 much love ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

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Bruce Banner x plus size reader

Bruce likes proving that even if you find others attractive, they will never own your cunt the way that he does

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, little bit of voyeurism, possessive!Bruce, Thor knows all 😏

WC: 492

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Bruce knew you had a crush on Thor. I mean it was pretty obvious given how you would clam up around the god, especially when he was working out. Bruce trusted you, he knew you would never cheat, but it was still so much fun to tease you.

And the one-way mirror that overlooked the weights room in the Avenger’s compound was absolutely a godsend for the good doctor. 

The glass was freezing against the burning skin of your tits as you were pressed into it, your breath quickly causing condensation to form on the smooth surface. “B-Bruce.” You moaned, trying to reach back for your fiancé but he instead grabbed your wrist and pinned it to your lower back, his pace unwavering.

“Look at him while I fuck you.” He groaned, redirecting your lust-filled gaze back to the gym where Thor was working out. He was shirtless (as per usual), sweat dripping down his tanned skin like droplets of gold, leading your eyes to his rippling abs and dark snail trail that ended right above his tiny workout shorts. The bulge in the grey fabric was fucking magnificent and your cunt clenched down on the cock inside of you at the sight.

“Jesus, loosen up, you’re squeezing me so tight.” Bruce’s hips stuttered, suddenly incredibly close to cumming.

“T-too much.” You stuttered and attempted to pull away from his incredibly thick cock. Two calloused fingertips made contact with your clit, sending you further towards the edge. 

“Watch him, watch him and know that he will never be the one to make you cum like this.” With a brutal thrust straight to your g-spot and a particularly firm pinch of your clit, you came violently around him. “Shit!” Bruce followed soon after, burying himself to the hilt inside of you and coating your pulsing walls with his release.

“If I didn’t know any better, I would say that you enjoyed the view as well my love.” You cooed as you caught your breath. Bruce chuckled and placed a kiss to your bare shoulder before he carefully pulled out of you, causing you to hiss.

“We’ll explore that some other time honey. But I do unfortunately have to get back to work.” You reached back and brought your lips to his in a sweet kiss, a stark contrast to your previous activities.

“Go on. I’ll see you for dinner tonight.” He smiled shyly and with one last kiss, he did up his pants and sneakily left the small observation room. You dressed quietly, cringing slightly at the feel of Bruce’s cooling seed seeping into your panties but you couldn’t complain much; you were the one that insisted on a mid-day quicky.

You took one last glance through the mirror only to catch Thor’s bright blue eyes staring directly at you. He winked and blew a kiss your way before he turned and sauntered towards the locker-room with a noticeable tent in his shorts.

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[nhl-stories]

Did You Come? – Matthew Tkachuk

Summary: Deciding to pick up and move your life doesn't make you stupid, right?

Author’s Note: Angst, infidelity, and adult content below, enter at your own risk.

Word Count: 2.6k​

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Was she good? Just what you liked? Did you come? How many times?

I used to be smart, I swear.

I was logical and calculating. I made pro and con lists, had five and ten-year plans. I thought things out. Some called me rigid; I called it goal-oriented and it had been working out for me.

Then I met Matthew and I became an idiot.

The worst part is I loved every moment of it.

I loved the spontaneity, how I had to loosen up and go with the flow of his far more unpredictable schedule. I loved the tweaks I made in my ten-year plan to fit around him.

I spent years swearing I would never be the type of woman who would change for a man and yet here I was about to tell a man I was willing to pick up my entire life and move 4,000 km for him and his dreams.

I really was smart once, I swear.

But now I’m in front of a foreign house with a pros and cons list that just has one pro: because you love him. And that pro outweighed everything else.

I finally build up the courage to ring the doorbell, happy it doesn't have a camera. I wait for a minute before trying again. I look at my phone, wondering if the time change has turned me around and he’s not at home. That there’s a game or practice I didn’t account for.

But before I can berate myself for not quadruple checking my plans, a shirtless Matthew opens the door.

The daily sun exposure has been good to him, his golden skin makes me want to cry. I didn’t realize how much my body had ached to be near him and I throw myself into his arms before he even has time to react.

I squeeze him so tightly, like I can’t believe he’s real or that if I let go, he’ll disappear like a mirage. I squeeze tighter to keep my mind off sobbing.

“Babe, you’re suffocating me,” he finally chokes out and I let go, embarrassed.

I pull back and smile, the speech I had rehearsed already forgotten as my brain turns to goo around him.

“What are you doing here?” He runs a hand through his hair, which is messier than usual even with his curls kept short.

“I wanted to surprise you,” I swallow before I can admit the rest, trying to gauge his stoic expression.

“I– I want to move down here,” I put on a brave face, I want to show how sure I am about this.

“Seriously?” a smirk turns into a grin.

I can’t speak, my voice is certain to crack, so I nod instead.

“You’re gonna love it down here, it’s so different from Calgary but it’s great. And I’ll help you figure out how you can take the bar down here and we’ll find you a new firm and–“

I cut him off with a kiss. It’s the first we’ve shared since we packed up the last of his boxes in Calgary and you could tell in how quickly it becomes heated.

My tongue explores his mouth as if I’d find something new after all these months and he’s pulling me closer and closer as if he could merge our bodies by force.

I have to pull away because I feel woozy but I can’t bear the separation for too long. I move my lips along his jaw towards his ear.

“I missed you so much.”

I bite his ear lobe and hear him growl, primal and low, in response. He picks me up in a flash and before I can even register the layout of his place, I’m on my back in his bed.

“I can’t believe you’re really here,” he has a wolfish smile as he hovers above me, but there’s sincerity dripping from his tone.

He kisses me firmly and I feel my bones melting as he moves down my body.

“I never thought you’d come,” he whispers against my collar bone and I’m the one who moves to get my shirt off.

“Eager, are we?” He laughs at my hands already working their way down to my pants.

I can’t even think of a good response.

Because I’m an idiot now.

So instead, I just nod. Desperate for his touch, his attention, his praise. He’s suddenly my sun and my world revolves around him.

“I think I can do something about that.”

He moves my hands and pins them over my head with one hand and pushes his other under my waistband. He kisses me gently as his fingers brush against my soaked underwear and I can feel his cocky smirk against my lips. I can feel my blood leaving my brain.

“It’s been a while, huh?” he takes his sweet time dipping his fingers in, “no one knows how to touch you like this.”

I can only let out a whimper in response. He’s right, my vibrator can only do so much.

“Let me show you how happy I am that you’re here.”

He moves between my aching legs and suddenly I’m exposed as I can feel his hot breath and it takes all my will power to not just shoves his face in there.

“Matty please,” I hate how desperate I sound.

Usually, he likes to tease things out, make me fall apart until I’m begging. But it’s been months and I’m making that pretty obvious so he gives in pretty quickly. I almost let out a sigh of relief when his lips wrap around my clit.

I thread my hands in his curls and try to focus on the individual sensations to make this last, but I’m overstimulated. I squeeze my thighs against his head and find myself orgasming far too quickly.

“Fuck, that was hot,” Matt rests his head on my thigh and looks up at me, pupils blown out.

“Yeah, sorry.”

“No need to be sorry,” he kisses my thigh, “cause there’s more where that came from, once I catch my breath.”

I have just enough time to run a hand lovingly through his hair and slow my heartrate to an acceptable level before he begins his second assault.

I can keep my thoughts straight this time around, at least for the time being. I can focus on the feeling of his tongue and the pressure of his suction and how his fingers curl just so inside of me.

I throw my head back and notice a hair tie sitting on the bedside table, the side that would be mine. In the moment my brain is flashing red flags, but another part of me thinks that Taryn was probably here at some point, and another part of my brain feels Matt nip at my clit and curl his fingers in the perfect way.

That last part wins out and all I can do is ride out the waves of pleasure and roll my eyes into the back of my head.

Have I mentioned I’m an idiot?

We wake up several hours and orgasms later, Matthew’s head on my chest. He says he missed falling asleep to the sound of my heartbeat.

I carefully slip out from under him and take stock of his new place. I start in the kitchen since I haven’t eaten since I got here. His fridge is mostly bare except for some sports drinks and coconut water and beer.

Thankfully, Matthew has a bit of a sweet tooth and there’s ice cream in the freezer. Not the most nutritious refuel, but I’m too euphoric to really think about it.

I survey the place now; it clearly has had a woman’s touch. I suspect Chantal had a big hand in that like she had in Matthew’s old place.  But it’s still a little too put together, without any intervention he’s been known to get a bit messy. I remember insisting on spending time in my much tidier home early on in the relationship.

I peek out his curtains to see the backyard, there are a couple of plants by the pool I know he couldn’t keep alive on his own.

“Going out there naked?” I jump at Matthew’s voice.

“As fun as sunburning my vag sounds,” I laugh and feed him a spoonful ice cream.

He wraps his arms around me and I feel like this could be home.

We spend the rest of the day lazily wrapped in each other. The heat has died down but it’s not any less intimate. Any excuse to be close and touch we take. My heart aches thinking about all the time we spent apart because I had to think it through and not just dive in headfirst.

Things already feel pretty normal when I’m getting ready to go to a game the next day. Going through the motions feels so familiar though I need far fewer layers, which makes me feel a bit naked as I take an Uber to the rink.

I eventually find my way to the family suite and am greeted by a familiar scene and a familiar face.

“Oh my god, I didn’t know you were coming to town!”

I’m wrapped into the tight embrace of Sam Bennett’s girlfriend, Maeve, our time together only briefly overlapped but we had instantly bonded over being born and raised Alberta babes. Another piece of home.

“I kind of surprised Matthew.”

“I’m sure it was a hell of a surprise, how long are you here?”

“Forever?”

Her smile falters for a second, “No shit. I guess I never thought getting you out of Calgary was an option.”

“I didn’t really either,” I shrug as a knot begins to tighten in my stomach.

“I’m really happy you’re here though,” she squeezes my hand before pulling me towards some of the other women, who have not-so-discreetly been trying to figure out how I fit in.

“Guys, this is Matthew’s –– girlfriend,” Maeve’s pause between her last two words makes me uncomfortable.

“Oh?” One woman speaks up before a list of names is rattled off and I can’t get out of my head enough to remember any of them.

There’s a tension in the suite and I can tell it’s not about the game, although that’s fairly close. I try and ignore it by keeping the focus off me, just making small talk and catching up with Maeve.

Halfway through the second period another woman walks into the suite. She’s tall, tan, and maybe a bit overdressed for a hockey game, even by some WAG standards. She silently acknowledges the group before taking a seat.

Then I feel everyone’s eyes on me and I feel desperately out of the loop. I look over to Maeve with a blank stare, hoping for some clarification.

“That fucking bastard,” she says under her breath but loud enough for me to understand exactly what’s going on now.

Like I said, I’m a fucking idiot.

“Let’s go get a drink,” she says dragging me out of the suite, a buzz of whispers from the other women growing distant.

I’m surprised when we actually start standing in a drink line, but everything feels so surreal I can’t really comprehend anything.

Maeve orders two drinks and hands me one, I down it in one go.

“I’m so sorry,” her eyes are glossy and I don’t know how I’m not crying, not collapsing on the floor.

“I– I– I guess I don’t get it,” my words haven’t caught up with where my brain is already.

“I didn’t even realize you guys were still together. I mean, I don’t think the girl is that serious, but still.”

When I don’t respond she tries to fill the space, “I can take you back to Matt’s place and get your stuff. You can stay with me and Sam until you get a flight or whatever.”

I swallow hard around the thick ball of despair lodged in my throat.

“No,” I croak out, “I need to see him.”

Maeve just nods and we go back to the family suite and I act like nothing happened. I pretend the other woman doesn’t exist.

Maeve holds my hand the whole time.

We go down by the locker room when the game ends, we hang towards the back of the group.

Sam comes out and grins when he sees me. I can’t help but smile and relish the big bear hug he gives me. Then he sees what Maeve already sees: Matthew comes out of the locker room and the other woman practically throws herself at him, hanging off of him as she gives him a sloppy kiss.

Matthew pulls away as fast as he can, like somehow that will make her not exist.

His face crumples when he finally makes eye contact with me.

Finally, the smart person within me takes over. I march right up to him and smack him across the face. The sound reverberates in the hallway and I turn to walk away before I can see anyone’s reactions.

I don’t really know where I’m going, but I hear footsteps chasing after me and I know it’s Matthew.

“Baby,” he says as he takes hold of my wrist.

“Just take me back to your place Matthew, so I can get my stuff and get the fuck out of here.”

He thinks for a moment like he’s going to say something, but instead he just leads me to his car.

“Was she good? Did she make you come the way you like?” I sneer at him once he puts the car into drive.

He lets out a heavy and shaky sigh.

“You said you’d give me time to think about this, about us,” I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of my tears but I can only fight my body so much.

“Is this what giving me time means to you? Fucking someone else?”

He doesn’t say anything for a long while and I realize we’re parked in his driveway. I look over to see the redness from my slap blooming across his cheek, I take some pride in that.

“You hadn’t made any progress in months and you didn’t give me any signs that would change.”

“So, that makes this, okay? It’s my fault you found someone else?”

“Fuck, no, that’s not what I mean. I just never saw a world where you actually came down here and things with Casey just sort of happened.”

There’s something in the way he actually says her name that feels like an extra stab.

“She isn’t just a fuck buddy, is she?”

He shakes his head, “But–“

“No! You don’t get to justify things. You had a million chances to end it with me or tell me you didn’t want to be exclusive or literally anything else and you didn’t. I loved you so much I was willing to uproot my entire existence for you and you couldn’t even give me the decency of being honest.”

“I love you too.”

“I wish I could believe that.”

I stuff the few things I’ve taken out back into my bag, wanting to get out of here as soon as I can. But I leave my pros and cons list on the bed before I storm out.

I hope reading it keeps him up at night. Remembering how much I was willing to give up for him and how selfish he was instead. I hope my handwriting haunts him.

And maybe that makes me an idiot.

[yoradiva]

class doodle. classmate said it looks good. im so hehdjd

update: a class mate next to me saw me drawing the shirtless one and said it looks good. i feel so embarrassed i need to kms.

[vadergf]

It's not only shirtless Jannik that moves me (I mean, that too, that arm...) but the way he throws his head back and laughs😫 I wonder if he does that when he[GUNSHOT]

STOPPP THIS IMAGE IN MY HEAD. KMS

[harryfeatgaga]

S/o to the other anons who have posted about their crushes! Mine just posted a vacation photo dump and he looks really hot in all of the pictures, some shirtless and him suited up at a wedding and a bunch of girls that I know are still single are liking it. Brb while I go throw up and kms 🥲

NAURRRRRR

[divinesolas]

Kieran is shirtless and sweaty with messy hair and big sunglasses and smoking a cigarette

I need to be put down like a rabid dog

NO FR like i literally jumped when he showed himself shirtless like let me kms