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will smith loves his sunday mornings. CW: do NOT read if you can't handle anything related to religion. smut.
thinking of being in the same church as will. you're new and he's noticed. you come in late, most times in the middle of the priest's sermon. you catch attention from most people for just a moment but his eyes linger for longer.
he notices your dress, it's nothing out of the ordinary and doesn't break any dress codes. but sometimes, when you're in a rush to sit anywhere, the fabric moves just right and the soft skin of your chest peeks through. it wasn't anything revealing—no, in fact, it was far from it. except the singular mole hiding behind reveals itself to him.
now he can't help but ball his fist on his thighs and give it a soft punch just to stop the heat from traveling where it shouldn't. the priest's sermon now falls on his deaf ears and all he could think of is how much more could your body be hiding behind the soft, white, and pristine fabric of the dress you're wearing.
you're not one to be blind, either. you notice will the first day you visited the church. it was one of the few days you actually came in early, enough to see altar boys still setting up, though you weren't there to attend mass. your mind has been racing and you we're at your wits' end, so you decided to pray. bringing down the kneelers as quietly as you can and kneel on the soft cushion against the hard wood. you we're still a catholic, in the sense that you believe and you pray when things get bad enough, but practicing it is another thing entirely.
you look up to see will come in, dressed in his sunday's best—to the extent of what men in their early 20's call their sunday's best, which is, a white button up and khaki dress pants.
you we're almost done, about to finish it off with the lord's prayer but seeing him walk in from your perspective below and watching his eyes look down at you as your eyes go beyond where it should. to his thick, muscular thighs that you think could pop through his slacks at any time if he flexed them just right. and you almost have to stop yourself from drooling, because what the hell you were in a church of all places, in the middle of a prayer might i add.
he and his family sits at the front, far from where you were kneeling and you snap out of it. with a half-assed sign of the cross you put the kneeler back in its place and stand up to leave.
that was what lead you to visit every sunday morning, just to get a glimpse of the hot blonde you saw that day you decided to be religious because nothing else was working out for you. and you have to give it to the big guy up there, it was a great way of making you keep the sabbath day holy.
except that last part.
because whatever happening between you and will was not at all holy.
everyday after mass will says the same thing to his family, that he wants to stay back and consult father for personal reasons. a complete lie.
they don't know that he takes you to the back seat of his bronco, dress pulled up enough to reveal the white lacy underwear you're wearing. and it takes everything from him not to rip it out and take you right there. and he doesn't. and he thinks about how he's still a good catholic boy because he technically hasn't done anything, and by anything he meant putting it inside.
he takes his cock out from the confines of his slacks and boxers, sliding down his pants just enough for it to pop out and slap against your clothed cunt. a small, muffled moan makes it way out of both of you.
because it's been exactly a week since you've done this, and last week was the same thing. because you only meet every sunday after mass, in will's bronco parked behind the church.
his hips hurriedly moves against yours, eager to finish. and you mirror his need, hips moving up and down as your slit fits itself against the length of his dick. the slick that's been pooling inside you makes itself known, wetting the cloth separating you two.
the glasses of will's tinted window is quick to fog up and build condensation that whoever walks by would know what's happening inside.
it only makes the both of you hungrier for release.
open-mouthed moans and whines fills the space between you as the head of his cock catches on your clit as he pulls back and thrusts harder. the front of your underwear is completely drenched from your own wetness and his pre cum. it makes it all the more easier and harder for both of you. easier for will to move against you and all the more harder for both of you to keep your promise.
your promise to keep yourselves pure. you know it's stupid but it's the only way you could have convinced will to agree to this. you don't kiss, you don't penetrate and you keep the both of you good and free from... sin.
but the way the ache penetrates through both of you makes it hard to stay true to your words.
will's thumb keeps his dick against yours, pushing himself against you harder. the new pressure against you makes your hips buck up and bump against the head of his cock and he can't handle it anymore as he falls forward, catching himself with a hand next to your head. his moans grow needy and he's borderline whimpering trying to catch his release by grinding harder.
it's not enough.
will makes a rash decision and pulls your underwear to the side, groaning as the combined wetness and pressure from his humping makes the fabric stick against your folds.
you don't register what he's trying to do until you feel the head of his cock against your hole. and you're not quick enough to say anything when he pushes all the way in, pulling out a wanton moan from both of you.
you gasp and your eyes widen. "fuck—will, we said you weren't gonna put it in." your breath hiccups. you feel so full of him.
he pulls out until he's almost outside of you. "i don't care. just take it." and he pushes in just as fast as he did the first time.
the feeling of his cock inside is incomparable. you think back to the times you've fucked yourself with your fingers waiting for the next sunday you were going to meet. it doesn't compare to the warmth and thickness you're feeling right now, twitching with need and hitting a new spot you didn't know was there.
his pace is relentless, fast and hard. "fuck, feels better than i imagined." his voice is already gone, broken whimpers falling out his mouth.
your legs wrap around his hips as your heel presses against the small of his back and that does it for him, he crumbles and his forehead rests against yours. "mmfuck i can't—we shouldn't be doing this." his lips ghosts against yours.
and yet his pace doesn't ease up, he only pushes his hips against yours harder pubic bone grinding against each other and the new found angle only fuels the both of you. fervent and hot, you breath against each other. heat building up inside you.
"please,, please will no—don't stop i'm so.. so close." it's your turn to crumble as the pressure builds up inside you, thighs shaking and legs keeping will deep inside you. his hand travels below your waist as his finger circles your clit with determination and pounds into you harder.
you reach your orgasm with a choked out cry and moan of his name, spasming around him. will is not far behind as his hips stutter against yours.
"shit i needa," you clench around him and a heavy moan works its way out him. "need to pull out—fuck." he bites on his lip to stop himself from letting go between the moment he lets you ride out your high and pulling out.
"oh—oh christ." he buries himself between your neck, forcibly pulling himself out despite your locked legs stopping him from doing so as he finishes on your stomach with a broken moan.
you both lay there for a while, limbs tangled and a sweaty mess. panting and trying to catch your breath. you don't know what this means for both of you but one thing lingers in your mind.
you can't wait for next sunday.
notes: GENUINELY this was supposed to be a small blurb of my thoughts but the words just kept coming out holy shit. no proofread ts was written in the heat of the moment✌️
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pairing(s): fraser minten, connor bedard, sidney crosby, will smith, macklin celebrini, william eklund x fem!reader
summary: things only their girlfriend can get away with/ girlfriend privileges
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fraser bf headcannons next ;)
fraser minten boyfriend headcanons
ridiculously affectionate with you. he's constantly pulling you into his side, rubbing slow circles into your back, just always making sure there's a point of contact between you two almost all the time.
you two tend to have a lot more domestic dates. of course, he likes to take you out somewhere special every now and then, but it's more common for you two to make a little day out of something small like running an errand together.
i posted this thought the other day but just some puppy mack slop below
macklin practically vibrated when he set the grocery bags on your kitchen counter, cheeks blotched pink, shoulders back like he’d just conquered a mountain instead of fetching almond milk and strawberries because you mentioned craving them. he bounced on his heels while you tucked hair behind your ear and inspected the haul, that eager light in his eyes begging for praise the way a puppy begs for a treat.
he’d double-checked the list twice, texted you from each aisle, thanked the cashier three times, all to make sure he didn’t disappoint. when you turned back toward him, he straightened, green eyes shining, hands clasped behind his back as if awaiting inspection. “all there?” he asked, voice hopeful.
you walked up slow, letting him stew, then slid your palm over his head and ruffled that golden brown hair until it stuck up worse than before. he let out the softest, happiest little sound, more breath than voice, and instinctively leaned into your touch. “good boy,” you cooed, and the words lit him up like dawn flooding a dark room. “knew you could handle picking up a few things for me.”
he practically wagged, metaphorical tail flapping as he nuzzled into your hand, eyes fluttering shut. “thanks,” he whispered, barely audible, because gratitude was always the first thing out of his mouth when you praised him.
you scratched behind his ear, gentle but insistent, and he melted, knees bending slightly as he leaned down to follow your hand wherever it moved. “who’s my sweet helper?” you teased, pushing through his hair again.
“me,” he answered instantly, muffled because his face was pressed against your wrist. “i am. i’m your helper.” the earnest pride laced with relief made your chest ache. he nosed at your palm like he wanted to lick it, restraining himself only because he’d memorized every boundary you ever set.
“took care of it like a champ,” you praised, sliding your thumb along his temple. “bet you sped home the second you paid, huh?”
he nodded vigorously, the movement shaking your hand. “i wanted to get back fast. didn’t want you waiting. you asked, so i—I had to hurry.”
your hand drifted to cup his jaw, thumb brushing the freckles near his mouth. he leaned into it, eyes half-lidded, and you could nearly see his imaginary tail thumping against his calves. “such a sweet little puppy,” you murmured fondly. “just happy to trot around doing errands if it means i rub your head after.” he moaned softly, not even pretending to be embarrassed.
“yeah,” he agreed, voice dreamy. “i like when you pet me. keeps me calm.” you raked your nails lightly over his scalp and he shivered, lips parting. “can i hug you?” he asked, because even in his devotion he still sought permission.
“go ahead,” you said, and he folded himself around you instantly, arms snug at your waist, pressing his nose against your collarbone. “good boy,” you whispered again, earning a muffled whine of pure joy. he stayed like that while you stroked his hair, murmuring little affirmations—and every word made him wiggle closer, breath warm against your neck.
“you smell like my perfume,” you teased. “did you spray it on before you left?”
he nodded against your skin, and you chuckled. he peered up, eyes wide. “makes me feel like you’re with me when i’m out,” he admitted, cheeks reddening deeper. “keeps me focused. i just—i wanna do everything right for you.”
you kissed his forehead, letting your lips linger against the warmth there. “you did everything right,” you said, enunciating each word. “i may have to keep you.”
that earned a delighted gasp, followed by another nuzzle into your palm. “please keep me,” he murmured. “i’ll do whatever you need.”

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Been toying around with Clayton x chubby reader
you have no idea you wield this power. you think you’re just cuddly, just affectionate, just hot because of the summer heat. you sit on the couch in underwear and a tank top because you’re comfortable, not realizing clayton is staring at the shadow of your pussy through the fabric. you lean over him to grab the remote, boobs brushing his face, tummy pressing against his chest, and he groans, burying his face in your belly, kissing the soft curve like it’s sacred. you laugh, stroke his hair, ask if he’s okay. he mutters yes, but his cock is leaking pre-cum, and he’s one breath away from begging you to sit on his face.
i yearn for reader pegging sub!mack🫣🫣
Ok well. here we go
was a bit awkward for me to write so sorry if it SUCKS.
if you don't like it DONT READ i do not wanna catch any smoke
WOOAAAGH [EXPLOSION] [CAR CRASH] [LEGO BREAKING NOISE] [AWOOGA]
felt ok but then remembered
ACCIDENTS
Macklin Celebrini x Taylor St. James (OC) - masterlist
summary: where a clumsy social media girl apologizes for her teams accident
a/n: dedicated to my lovelies @babypuck & @oscmints
It was the perfect game in San Jose: the Rangers had beaten the Sharks 6-1, and the goal replays and the team win graphic had been posted across socials. Taylor considered tonight pretty successful, too, and she always felt this kind of calm after the storm when the arena emptied after games. She let that feeling overtake her as the team piled into the bus, still in tow behind them. Taylor had her own postgame rituals. It wasn’t crazy like some of the vets in the league, but it was no joke to her. This entailed patting down her shoulder for her backpack, then squeezing her camera bag, and finally making sure the camera had the accompanying SD cards—three, to be exact.
When she got to her final check, something wasn’t adding up. Taylor had counted one card in the camera, another in the camera bag's side pocket, only to come up short of the third one usually found with her extra batteries.
😏😏😏 EXCITED TO SEE WHERE THIS GOES HEHEH
CAMERA CLICK! fraser minten x reader, smau
summary; a look into reader's summer adventures with molly, fraser, and others, shown through her instagram + fraser learning to take her pictures <33
tags; fraser minten x f!reader, plus size!reader, social media au, fraser being kinda clingy in reader's dms, private/shy reader :)
a/n; hi guys!! forgive me if this is a bit incoherent, i just wanted to mess around and get something out for these two again! also, excuse the stories, they'd look better if pinterest would cooperate and let me download images on my phone.
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The boy is mineee//F.M.
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fraserminten replied to your story
my love, my life, my universe!
ughhh I love you sm my faye baby🥺
_connorbedard replied to your story
you’re in Vancouver and didn’t wanna come see me😒
I thought you were still in Mexico having some “fun”👀
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so this is why he wouldn’t hop on the game…
don’t worry I’ll yell at him for you lol
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helppp why does he have you on the floor😭
he made me a pillow fort🥺
oh wait we love that never mind he can stay then🙂↕️
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fraserminten you’re so gorgeous baby
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↪️ ynuser my handsome baby <3
user78 he can cook!?!?
_connorbedard grab me a sprite please 🙏🏼
↪️ ynuser grab one yourself baldy 😧
↪️ user82 help she clocked him so bad
bedsyshairline first time she’s been in vancouver without posting Connor omg
frasersglasses awww she met his mom🥺
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↪️ ynuser Chantal has my heart forever!
user98 why is she flirting with Connor in the comments??
↪️ ynuser girl I’ve known him since I was like 3 pls don’t 😭
connorsnikeslides the concept of ppl not knowing that Connor introduced Fraser and yn😭
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ynuser my sweet baby🥺
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↪️ fraserminten my gorgeous girl🫶🏼
masonlohrei coolest guy around
user12 Connor glaring at him in the last slide lol
_connorbedard wow no invite to the museum😒
bedardsgf yn is sooo pretty
user08 I need them to get married like right now
victormancinii big dawggg
user70 he’s sooo sweet to her omg
macklincelebrini tell yn to come back to San Jose
ynuser my forever loveeee
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↪️ ynuser only if you pay bc im broke actually
celebriniswife wait so she knows fraser, mack, and Connor!?!?
↪️ user42 she grew up with connor, met mack through connor, and connor introduced her to fraser!!
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omg I had sooo much fun making this, I’ve been thinking about fraser so much lately and since I got into a little writers block this is what yall get!!
@oscmints babes she’s here I hope you loveee it🤭
I AM SQUEALING!!!!!! this is so cute omg i DO love it 🥹🤞
porchlight - fwb!ryan leonard x reader
warnings: parent death, kinda incoherent lol
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y/u/n: “i never want to see you or that fuckass cat again” and i’m like what’d he say fuck me for???? - murphy, probably
this is so well written and touching,,, help me my chest feels tight
older clay being desperate for reader while she’s in her dorm on campus for the first time in forever, he would definitely show up unannounced thirsty asl
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okay something i wrote about alt tattoo artist/dealer reader w/ stoner!clay who hates utah and is lonely and wants to go back to arizona and such
there is some slightly insulting things to mormons below and just know that ofc i'd never disrespect someone for their beliefs, but this is fiction - if said insulting things would upset you, please do not read
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omg I loved the fic of fraser doing his curls. imagine his gf having super curly hair and doing his curls 😭❤️ going to the beauty supply store and using the diffuser etccc he would be so cute
new routines
pairing: fraser minten x curly haired!reader summary: teaching him new routines for his hair warnings: fluff
wc: 1.6k
the moment starts off small, usually something that would pass without much thought. you're sitting together, close enough for your shoulders to brush against fraser's every now and then, and your attention on something else as your fingers absentmindedly play with the ends of one of your curls.
there's a quiet curiosity in fraser as he watches you fiddle with your hair. he reaches out and tugs lightly at one of your curls, watching it spring back into place immediately.
"how do you do that?" he asks.
"do what?"
"your hair, it's like a spring...it stays curled."
SOBSSSS as a curly girl myself, this is so cute and special to me!!!!

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faking an orgasm w frank... walk with me on this one
its early on in your relationship and you and frank both got all worked up making out in the kitchen then clumsily made your way to the bedroom.
frank is rock-hard and already at his wits end from the way you were gripping his shoulders and tugging the hair at the nape of his neck and practically humping his front while he kissed you against the counter.
so when he finally slides into your warm, tight pussy, he groans lowly and mashes his lips against yours and grits out “not gonna last long, pretty girl— fuck, you feel so fucking good on my cock.”
you moan a needy “Frankie,” loving the delicious drag of him against your walls and the way his tip hits your g-spot right before he reaches the hilt. then he’s groaning again, rough and broken. he presses his hips deep and you feel him spilling inside you.
it’s almost instinctual, the way you moan and clench up around him. you screw your eyes shut, arch your back, throw in a little tremble of your legs and a breathy “ohmygod”
having the most nonchalant conversation about work or errands or fucking whatever with jack abbot while dry humping on your living room couch.
he’s listening, he swears. looking up at you, neck strained but who cares, with a pointed stare that tries to peel you apart by sight alone. his hands knead your hips to glide you back in forth across the bulge under his sweats as he absorbs your words. moving you through deliberate, sluggish grinds until your center in nudging him in a way that hitches your breath while you speak.
“you promise you had a good day?” jack asks the question without looking away from you, your lips. tugging you again and again. “nobody i need to beat up or anything?”
a huff laugh from you lifts the corners of his lips. with arm around his neck, you shake your head.
“s’okay. i’ll take ‘em to the ed right after. get ‘em all fixed up. maybe,” he shrugs, dragging his hand to press into your ass. with his prosthetic off since he’d arrived at your house, jack uses his left leg to buck upwards while pushing you down. hard enough for you to really feel him knock into your slit.
“oh, can—mmm—your off for a few days, right?”
“yep. all yours.” jack rasps the promise, nosing at your neck and inhaling before licking across the skin.
“can you run to the store for me? m’ a little low on some stuff… toothpaste, toilet paper, shit like that.”
jack keeps lapping at you, breaths turning loud and rough at the fact that you need him for something.
“yeah, baby. just send me the list. i’ll pay for it.”