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[misshoneyimhome]

Copenhagen, a 3.5-hour drive from Herning, known as the city of bikes. Strolling down Nyhavn, where Freddie would spoil you, showering you with love and small gifts. Enjoying the sunshine and taking a kanalrundfart (boat sail in the canals). You'd stay at either Nyhavn 71, a luxurious yet cosy hotel right on the harbour of Nyhavn, or Copenhagen Island. Perhaps even D’Angleterre if it's a special anniversary (located at the centre of Kongens Nytorv / King’s New Harbour).

Indulging in wine, champagne, and Danish beer (Carlsberg) on sunny days, but also embracing rainy days. Freddie would give you his coat when you're freezing, always eager to protect you. Walking down Strøget, and occasionally exploring the side streets for a cosier, less touristy experience. Navigating the bustling bike lanes, with Freddie trying to shield you from the traffic.

Relishing in coffee shops, shopping at Illum and Magasin, and leisurely strolls through Tivoli. Capturing silly photos together, sharing loads of kisses, and holding hands. Passing by the Queen's castle and the Marble Church, taking photos by the water's edge. Biking around the city, Freddie sharing his cherished childhood stories of growing up in Denmark.

Watching sunsets by the water, enjoying evening walks, and listening to live music by the harbour. Sharing desserts and giggling at Freddie's cheesy jokes and compliments. The romantic and intense moments culminating in intimate closeness.

Throughout it all, Freddie exudes love and care, creating an atmosphere where love seems to fill the air.

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Quinn dating a nascar driver 🏎️❤️‍🔥

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[deadzonedekes]

yeah tr*vor sorry he stole your man

[dior-roses]

obsession, auston matthews

ꨄ︎ pairing: stepbro!auston matthews x reader

ꨄ︎ summary: he's a man obsessed, his mind replays any and every interaction he's had the honor to have with you. because let's face it, in his mind, you are more than just his step-sister, you are a goddess in his eyes. and who is he to not steal something for his earnings?

ꨄ︎ requested: yes/no

ꨄ︎ warnings: obsessive behavior, kind of dark(?), mentions of smut (like barely any, in my eyes), stepcest (do not condone, in fact, am highly against it), auston's lowkey got a god complex, a hint of reader being innocent, implied age gap (reader is 18!)

ꨄ︎ author's note: it's been so long since i've written anything and im so insecure in this so please love it! (give me validation). a self indulgent auston blurb (?) that came to mind when i saw this slutty little edit of him. please forgive me for any grammar mistakes to typos, for i wrote this while i was saying hello to my friend mary jane. much love to every one of you who decides to read this mess of a story, and shall we meet again!🤍

he should've felt disgusted with himself. his skin should be crawling with his current demeanor. the hairs in the back of his neck should be standing up straight when the idea briefed over his mind during the excruciating quiet family dinner that your parents force you guys to have nightly.

but he wasn't.

in fact, he was quite proud of himself, with how far he's gotten into this 'plan' of his. here he was, in the midst of the day while you were at school, attending your one out of only three classes you had to attend your senior year, standing in the middle of your bedroom.

he had taken the afternoon off, canceling his strength training, his excuse being that he was sick. along with his place of employment he texted you, the one thing that had been occupying his mind ever since he laid eyes on you. your parents having you guys meet, thus starting his obsession.

to their shock, neither of you were angry when your father announced that they had eloped. both of you sat across from the newly weds in a low light restaurant, with pristine christmas ornaments hanging from the ceiling. a little annoyed, maybe; at least you were. you never got the chance to ask him how he felt about the whole ordeal. but from what you could see, he was perfectly contempt with the major life change.

he shifts in your room, walking backwards until the back of his calfs hit the edge of you bed, causing him to plop down harshly with an anticipated huff. your pure vanilla sent traveled to his nostrils, and himself becoming encapsulated with only you. his hands laid stoic along the tops of his thighs, even though he wanted nothing more than to palm himself through his pants. he was already half hard, just by your scent.

his eyes lingered to your nightstand, a ghost of a smile tugging on his lips at just how perfectly girly it was. a picture of you laughing with your friends in your camp counselor shirt from the past summer, your forgotten airpods, which he thought about how irritated you were when you figured that out, a small pout on your lips. god, he wanted nothing more than to feel yours against his.

he would be happy if it was just on his cheek, as a thankful gesture.

as he admired your dimples through the glass of the picture frame, he could help but let curiosity get the best of him. that's how he got here in the first place, right? his eyes trailed down to the drawer that was painted a darker color than the rest of the dresser, to perfectly match the rest of your room.

he hoped one day he could see if your room truly matched you– light perfectly balanced with dark. he already knew the light part was too good to be true, with your big eyes that light up at the sight of him, but only enough that he would notice. the way you blush if he gets too close to you, not that he creeps you out or anything, but the fact that it was a man besides your dad that was this close to you. even if it was your step brother.

you didn't know why you felt this way around auston, you didn't know what made him different from any other boy you thought was pretty. bust auston was so, so, pretty that you couldn't help but redirect your eyes to your shoes when he caught your burning gaze. your skin burned from what seemed like hour from when he would place his hands on your waist to 'move you out of the way'. and it had only grown with time, with how nice he is to you and the names he calls you that he doesn't seem to do with anyone else. 'princess', 'baby', or even 'doll' when he's showing you how to swing a golf club, on those rare, rare, days when he could finally persuade you to come with him to the country club just down the street. he even bought you your own little golf girl outfit, all baby pink and white, to perfectly match the picture of you he has implemented into his mind.

and you had thought you were going to look ridiculous, and you did, until you saw the way he looked at you as you walked down stairs where he was waiting for you. a certain glint was in his eyes the entire day, and you couldn't help but squirm in the passengers seat as he was driving. trying to descreetly press your thighs together to at least try to ease the pressure and throbbing that was happening down there. you didn't know what caused the throbbing but it was so strange and unfamiliar that you couldn't help but sniffle lightly, suppressing a whine at how uncomfortable you felt. but you didn't completely hate it. especially not when auston was right next to you, his large frame blocking the street lights that passed by through his window, his side profile creating the perfect tattoo of a shadow on your face, one that you didn't want to go away.

of course he had noticed his little girl writhing around in the passenger seat of his car. her soft thighs pressing against each other, all supple and smooth from imperfections. he needed to be suffocated by them, the image he wanted to die from was your shaking body from all the pleasure he was causing you, tears streaming down your flushed cheeks as he sucked you clit in between his full lips.

he had completely forgotten he was in heaven, (your room), when he felt the pulse from his balls that he was about the cum, all from the thoughts of your innocence and his hand that found his hard on cock through his sweatpants. he didn't want to do that yet, not without the one thing that caused him to be here in the first place.

the most obvious place would be the dresser, so he head towards that area of your room, placed right next to your closet. and surprise, surprise! the top drawer just happened to be your underwear drawer. all filed with pale colored bras and panties, not that they were old, but because those were the colors you loved; all muted and quiet, instead of vibrant and loud. you was shocked you had some lace and he would've gone for those, but that's not what he was going for.

his mind craved something less out there and more reserved. something that he had seen tossed in the washer with his colored laundry load, a pair of your painted that were red with white little hearts scattered across the cotton material. a throaty groan came from his as he felt his cock twitch, being retrained by the boxers and pants he wore.

he could only imagine your ass being perfect covered in white little hearts, or even getting a glimpse of them as you sit down next to him on the couch in the living room after a long day at school. your school uniform only urging on his obsession– a short little navy blue pleaded skirt with thigh high socks, and the cutest little best he had ever seen. the way the thick knitted wool spread across the curves of your breasts.

god, he was nothing but a man obsessed.

[ijustdontlikepeople]

Erik Johnston 🤓 Moodboard as requested by @knivesareout for emoji edits

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Coquette Lukey

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[leaclark]

wildfire book mood board 🏕️🔥🧡

[stuffaboutminneapolis]

Minnesota North Stars Goalie, Cesare Maniago (1972)

[mommahughes19-23]

Beach Day - A.M (M.R sister)

@y.userreilly : guyyyyys I convinced aus to let me live out my fairy dreams 🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️(gonna convince him to leave hockey and become a photographer)

tagged : @austonmatthews

austonmatthews: still the most beautiful fairy to ever exist ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

↪ y.userreilly : @austonmatthews HAVE YOU SEEN YOURSELF 🫨

stephmarner : petition to have @y.userreilly model all the leafs merch from now on

↪ ybsf : @stephmarner WHERE DO I SIGN 😱

↪ y.userreilly : @stephmarner @ybsf STAHP YOU GONNA MAKE ME CRY 🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧

bertuzzi17 : peep my sunnies @ashleybertuzzi let you steal smh 🤬🤬

↪ ashleybertuzzi : @bertuzzi17 and what r u gonna do about it 🤨

↪ y.userreilly : BITE ME BERTMAN 🤡🤡🤡

morganreilly : @austonmatthews your eyes better have been closed when you took those tf is the rest of the outfit🤢🤢🤢🤬🤬🤬

↪ austonmatthews: 🤫🤫

↪ y.userreilly : @morganreilly please leave my comment section or I will tell mom your bullying me 😤😭

user1091982 : dressing like this in public ... no wonder Austons with u slut

↪ user8382328 : @morganreilly is probably paying him to date her

user19191919 : MOMMY OMG STUNNING 🤩

matthewknies : put your tongue away youre gonna catch flies @y.userreilly

↪ y.userreilly : I was trying to catch something else😏😏😏😏😏

marner_93 : I think the amount of times I had to standby for wardrobe duty was rude

↪ austonmatthews: YOU BETTER NOT HAVE PEAKED ILL KILL YOU😤😤😤😤 @marner_93

↪ y.userreilly : @austonmatthews babe its ok he just had to tighten a strap remember and @marner_93 SUCK IT UP BUTTERCUP

A.N :

Hi my loves, I finished some school work and decided to take a lil break to write this. ( I feel like my comments get shorter and shorter but I am trying.) Not a request Im just obsessed with miss Aspen and wanted to use her asap :)

I am thinking of doing a pt 2 where they just had a normal beach day (aspen either owns the house behind her or this is just her local beach bc I have a bunch of other pics she's taken in this same spot or somewhere else along this beach. and a few with another blonde girl so I could use it as Steph) lmk ur thoughts. super happy with how this turned out either way.

the format of the comments likes to do its own thing so that's why I have included arrows so you know what is a reply and what isn't!

xoxoxoxoxo, M

Tags : @skylershines

P.S if you wanna be tagged just send me a message and ill start tagging you!

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iMac G3 hockey puck mice

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[la-belle-histoire]

Girls Hockey Team at Royal Victoria College. William Notman & Son, Montreal. 1920.