#I'm hog babe

[txrully]

hii can I request blue lock boys comforting their s/o thats on her period? (if your uncomfy w this than jst ignore it)

Thank you! 💕💕

YOU'RE MY COMFORT!

·˚ ༘ ꒱ summary when they comfort their s/o who's on her period

·˚ ༘ ꒱ characters isagi yoichi , bachira meguru , itoshi rin , nagi seishiro , mikage reo , chigiri hyoma , hiori yo , shidou ryusei , itoshi sae , michael kaiser , alexis ness

·˚ ༘ ꒱ warning fem!reader implied , lowercase intended

·˚ ༘ ꒱ a/n eeeek i took a kinda long hiatus after exams so sorry this was late- TT

·˚ ༘ ꒱ isagi yoichi

isagi would be so sweettttt. like he’s 100% the type to google how to make your girlfriend feel better on her period and then go overboard. he shows up at your door with snacks, a hot water bottle, and a look of absolute determination.

“babe, i got chocolate, tea, and this random teddy bear i found. will that help??”

he also tries to distract you with soccer highlights and ends up ranting about strategy while you just cuddle into him. lwk adorable.

"yoichi, i don’t need all this, i’m fine—"

"nope. it’s my job to make sure you’re 100% okay!"

"…you’re too much."

"too much in love with you? absolutely."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ bachira meguru

bachira treats your period like it’s an adventure. he calls it “battle week” and declares himself your knight in shining armor. he’s running around like a maniac, making you laugh so hard you forget the pain.

he also makes you random art to cheer you up. one time, he drew a stick figure comic of you fighting a “period dragon” with a sword made of chocolate. you almost cried laughing.

"meguru, what is this??"

"you slaying your period. literally."

"you’re so dumb… but i love it."

"mission accomplished!!!!! >:D "

·˚ ༘ ꒱ itoshi rin

rin is… awkward. but he triessss. when you first tell him, he just blinks and goes, "okay. what do you need?" and when you say “nothing,” he goes into silent problem-solving mode.

he might not say much, but he’ll keep you company, bring you your favorite drinks, and make sure you’re comfortable. he’s like a walking checklist. it’s so sweet how seriously he takes it.

"rin, you don’t have to—"

"you said you have a headache, so i’m staying until it stops."

"you’re so stubborn-"

"you’re welcome."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ nagi seishiro

nagi is… so chill. you tell him you’re on your period, and he’s like, "oh. okay. do you wanna nap?" because in his mind, that fixes everything.

but the second you actually need something? he’s ( surprisingly ) up and moving faster than you thought possible. he’ll even let you steal his hoodie and hog all the blankets.

"sei, can you pass me the—"

"already got it. now come back to bed."

"why are you so good at this???"

"because i'm used to this by now."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ mikage reo

reo treats it like a high-stakes situation. he buys you EVERYTHING—snacks, heating pads, your favorite drinks, and even a blanket that looks like a giant burrito.

“what else do you need? should i call a doctor? a masseuse? build you a pillow fort?”

he’s over the top ( *cough* more than usual *cough* ), but it’s so sweet you can’t even be mad.

"reo, you don’t need to do all this—"

"yes, i do. you’re in pain, and i don’t like it."

"you’re insane."

"insanely in love with you, yep."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ chigiri hyoma

chigiri is so calm and collected about it. he’s like, “i got this.” he makes you tea, rubs your back, and lets you vent about how annoying it all is.

he also takes you on peaceful walks or sits with you by the window, brushing your hair and talking about random things to keep your mind off the cramps. it’s giving romance movie vibes.

"hyoma, you’re like… weirdly good at this."

"i have a sister. i’ve trained for this moment."

"oh my god, of course you have."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ hiori yo

hiori is the gentlest bean. he’s like, “do you need anything? want me to get you soup? should we watch your favorite movie?” he’s so soft and accommodating, it’s almost ridiculous.

he also writes you little notes to cheer you up, like: “you’re stronger than cramps 💪 i believe in you!!”

"hiori, this note is so cheesy—"

"but did it make you smile?"

"…yeah, it did."

"then it worked. :D "

·˚ ༘ ꒱ shidou ryusei

shidou is chaotic as ever, but surprisingly… thoughtful? he shows up with junk food, a heating pad, and an attitude like, “let’s beat this period’s ass together.”

he’s also the type to jokingly pick a fight with your u t e r u s ( you read that right ), yelling things like: “how dare you hurt my girl?! square up, you coward!” it’s dumb, but it works.

"ryu, stop yelling at my uterus—"

"not until it apologizes."

"you’re so stupid."

"but you’re laughing, so i win."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ itoshi sae

sae is quietly attentive. he doesn’t say much, but he notices everything—like the way you hold your stomach or wince when you move. suddenly, you’ve got a hot water bottle and your favorite drink in your hand, no explanation needed.

he’ll sit with you in comfortable silence, scrolling on his phone until you’re ready to talk. it’s subtle, but you feel so cared for.

"sae, you didn’t have to get all this—"

"you’re in pain. of course i did."

"…thanks."

"don’t mention it."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ michael kaiser

kaiser is so dramatic about it. the second you tell him, he’s like, “mein gott, my poor love! what can i do?!” he acts like you're about to be taken from him.

but honestly? he’s surprisingly good at making you laugh and keeping your spirits up. he’ll even let you boss him around for the day.

"michael, stop being so dramatic—"

"i can’t help it! your pain is my pain!"

"you’re ridiculous."

"and you love me for it."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ alexis ness

ness is the sweetest little bean. he immediately offers to make you tea and snuggle on the couch with your favorite blanket. he’s like a human heater—so warm and comforting.

he also sends you texts like, “you’re doing amazing, sweetheart 💖 cramps don’t stand a chance against you!” pure angel.

"ness, you’re being so extra—"

"only because you deserve it!"

"you’re such a dork."

"your dork 🥰."

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[coco-cinnamon]

JEALOUSY

୨୧ Warnings: cursing, smut, oral sex, fingering.

୨୧ Pairings: JJ Maybank x Female Reader

୨୧ Summary: In which, JJ gets jealous of Y/N's friendship with John B after Y/N comes back from a 2 month long trip.

୨୧ Author's Note: This was the first fic that I had ever written. Like all of my old fics, I have tweaked it a bit so it can be better written since I wasn't the best at writing when I first started out. <3

coco-cinnamon. please do not steal, copy, modify, repost, or translate my work.

Sitting by the crackling fire, you breathe in the refreshing autumn air, overjoyed to reunite with your friends and boyfriend after two months away with your parents for your father's work. JJ approaches, handing you one of the two beers he's carrying.

He smiled as he sat down beside you, then leaned in to place a gentle kiss on your forehead. "I'm so glad I get to see you again, babe." He said. You rested your head on his shoulder, smiling contentedly. "I'm glad too. I really missed this."

Suddenly, Kiara plopped down next to you and pulled you into a tight hug. "Hey, don't hog Y/N! We missed her too!" She said with a chuckle. You laughed and hugged her back, then glanced over at JJ. He looked slightly annoyed at the interruption.

He sighed, "I know you've missed her, Kie, but I'd like some alone time with my girlfriend. It's been two months since I've seen her." John B joined them, saying, "Oh come on, JJ. She's our best friend too - we've all missed her just as much as you have." You giggled softly and blew JJ a kiss. "Sorry, babe, looks like you'll have to share me for a bit."

JJ chuckled softly, pretending to catch the kiss in his hand and placing it over his heart. "Okay, I get that you two lovebirds missed each other, but save the PDA for later." Pope said, sipping his beer. You jokingly flipped him off - that was just how your relationship with him worked. You two constantly teased and poked fun at each other, but that was how you bonded.

Pope playfully rolled his eyes and took another sip of beer. "Kie, you're hogging her - let JB and me see her too." He chuckled. "Fiiine.." She relented, releasing you. You then sat between John B and Pope. John B gently hugged you, and you giggled as you hugged him back. John B was your best friend, someone you had known even before he met JJ.

After a few drinks, you playfully teased John B. "Is this how it's going to be? Fine!" He laughed, then started tickling you, making you squeal. "Okay, okay... I'm sorry, just stop!" You giggled.

JJ watched you and John B laugh and mess around. Jealousy flickered in his eyes - he didn't enjoy sharing you, even with your friends, and seeing how you were with John B right now only made it worse. He looked away from you both, then got up to get another beer.

After Pope, Kiara, and John B had departed, only you and JJ remained. Though slightly tipsy, you remained cognizant of your surroundings. Meanwhile, JJ - visibly intoxicated - sat slouched on the couch, his expression conveying annoyance. "Baby, are you okay?" You asked, settling in beside him and gently taking hold of one of his hands.

Sounding irritated, he asked, "Do you love me? Or are you just with me to get close to John B?"

You cupped his face, worry filling your eyes, and questioned, "JJ, where is this coming from?"

"I saw the way you acted with John B tonight. You barely even acknowledged me," He said as he frowned, his words still making sense despite his drunken state.

"I know you missed me baby, and I really missed you too but, you were with me all day. Not that I'm complaining, I loved every second of it." You said as you frowned slightly. "But I also wanted to spend time with John B, Kiara, and Pope. I missed them too."

JJ sighed. "I know, I know. I just missed you so much. I didn't want to share you - I wanted you all to myself."

You giggled softly. "Well, that's nothing new."

JJ leaned in close, his hot breath tickling your ear. "Plus, you wore my favorite bikini tonight. You looked so fucking hot, I couldn't keep my eyes off you. I wanted nothing more than to just fuck you right then and there."

You stifled a whimper as wetness pooled between your thighs. Instinctively, you clamped your legs shut, but his smug gaze pinned you in place. "Uh-uh, don't close up just yet, baby." He purred, spreading your legs apart once more. With a few deft tugs, he untied the strings of your bikini bottoms, exposing your glistening cunt. He repeated the motion with your top, leaving you completely bare before him.

He studied your body for a moment, biting his lip. He then tugged off his swimming trunks and stood up beside the couch. You giggled knowingly and got onto your knees. Your mouth latched onto his hardening length, and you began to suck. JJ let out a low groan as you kept bobbing your head, taking him in fully. His moans grew louder before he pulled you up into a passionate kiss. Your tongues intertwined as he grabbed your waist, pulling you closer against him.

JJ pulled you close, then lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you to his room. Entering, he shut the door and tossed you playfully onto the bed. You giggled as he climbed on top, kissing you hungrily. Trailing kisses along your jawline and down your neck, he made his way to your breasts. His mouth latched onto your left nipple as his hand massaged your right. You let out a moan, gently biting your lip. He then switched, sucking on your right nipple while caressing the left. "Mm, JJ, just fuck me already.." You whimpered, tugging at his hair.

"Patience, princess." He murmured, planting a trail of kisses down your abdomen. His hand drifted lower, eliciting a soft gasp as he caressed your clit. You shivered with anticipation, tangling your fingers in his hair as he lavished attention on the most intimate parts of you. Planting a gentle kiss on your sensitive nub, he elicited a soft giggle as you playfully ran your fingers through his hair. Licking up your slick folds, he slid a finger inside you, his tongue circling your clit. Your moans grew louder as the sensations built. "JJ, I'm so close." You panted.

He smirked as he added a second finger, continuing to lick your sensitive clit. The sensations built, causing you to moan and feel a tightening in your core. Determined to make you climax, he quickened the pace of his ministrations with his fingers. Unable to hold back any longer, you let out a final, trembling moan as your release washed over you. He licked his fingers clean, then positioned himself between your legs, the tip of his shaft teasing your folds. "Jayj, please fuck me already." You whimpered impatiently.

JJ suddenly thrust into you, aided by how soaked you were. You let out a loud moan and grabbed the sheets as he began pounding you. You continued moaning and squeezed your breasts. He grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head as his eyes focused on your breasts. Each stroke now hit your g-spot, eliciting screams from you.

He let out a moan. "Mm.. I know baby, I know." He cooed as more moans, squeals and screams fell from your parted lips. At this point, you could barely form words, reduced to a moaning mess - which only turned him on more. He released your wrists, pulled out, and then flipped you onto your stomach. JJ slapped your ass hard before thrusting into you again.

He moaned in ecstasy, "Oh, Y/N! You feel so good!" He picked up the pace. Breathless, you cried out, "JJ, I- fuck!" You gasped, "I'm close..." Grasping the sheets, you moaned louder as JJ slapped your ass once more, leaving a red handprint in its wake. Finally, you reached your climax, your cries of pleasure filling the air. He thrust into you a few more times before pulling out and releasing his seed onto your back.

You giggled, catching your breath, and laid down. JJ laid beside you, holding you close as you rested your head on his chest. "Damn... that was so hot." He said, also catching his breath. You giggled and bit your lip. "Yeah, I missed our sex." You replied.

"I'm sorry for getting so jealous. It was dumb and childish - he's your best friend." He kissed your head reassuringly. "It's okay, baby," you replied, smiling as you lifted your head to kiss his cheek. "I love you, Y/N." JJ murmured, kissing your head again. "I love you too, JJ." You said, holding him tightly. Your eyes slowly fluttered shut as you drifted off to sleep in JJ's arms.

୨୧ Author's Note: thank you so much for reading, angels!

[enwoso]

Hi, I love your writing! I was wondering if you could write a fic where Rooney and Russo are recording there new podcast and they mention a funny story to do with you. With Alessia x reader pairing. You can make the story up but I thought it would be funny

THIRD WHEEL || alessia russo

sorry to whoever requested this as it’s took me so long to actually finish it, but it’s finally here!

navigation

"hello! and welcome back to the tooney and russo show with me y/n l/n, and before you all ask don't worry i'm not stealing vic's job she's just poorly" you said down the microphone, getting yourself comfy in the big chair opposite the couch that alessia and ella were sat on.

"thank god we only have to put up with you for one episode!" ella says rolling her eyes playfully as you gasp, the two bursting into laughter.

"hey!"

"anyways i'm here with two of football most famous friends, alessia russo and ella toone!" you cheered as the two opposite you clapped as well as the people behind the cameras.

"are we the most famous friends?" ella turns asking alessia who shrugs, you clearing your throat to get the brunettes attention back.

"they've just written that on the script to boost your ego" you smile quickly before looking back down to the ipad as the ella starts laughing as does less.

“i’m not lying it’s on here!” you hold the ipad up in there direction showing them, “you really know how to make someone feel good about themselves don’t you, y/n!” ella jokes as you nod you head.

“it’s my speciality — ask lessi i do it on the daily for her!” you say winking jokingly towards less who shakes her head at your silliness.

“whatever helps you sleep at night love” alessia sighs, not wanting to disagree with you knowing the ramble you would go into.

"anyways before we get sidetracked anymore, the fans want to know a bit more about your routine when playing, asking if you find it hard to sleep before a big game?" you read out the question that was on the ipad in front of you.

"speaking on behalf of all three of us here, but we all sleep like babies!" ella says as you and alessia nod in agreement humming.

"yeah what's the saying, can sleep on a camels back" alessia blurts out making you make a confused face, as you mouthed a what to ella who shook her head also having no idea what the blonde had just said.

"that's not a saying babe, you've just made that up!"

"i have not, search it up!” the blonde defended her self as you still looked at her with a confused face trying to understand what she meant from her try at an inspirational message.

“um yeah moving on.. i sleep good all the time to be fair. but do either of you remember the night before the euro final?” you asked them both, ella nodding while less say shaking her head.

“oh yeah, i remember that night. do you not?” ella agreeing with you as she directed the last part of her sentence the blonde sat next to her, who shook her head while mumbling a no into the mic in front of her.

“so obviously we was staying in this really nice hotel, the tottenham hot spur hotel it was i think, and everyone was asleep and um in the night the automatic blinds kept coming up” ella explained as you nodded along.

“i never even noticed to be honest, but i remember you complaining about it in the morning” alessia pointed over to you.

“yeah and i only noticed them because you’d took all the blankets from me and i’d woke up freezing, and then-“ you began as the blonde across you cut you off with a gasp as her mouth went wide open.

“you say this all the time, but i don’t hog the covers!” the blonde said in a defensive tone, ella watching with a smirk on her face at the bickering between the two of you an occasional giggle coming from her.

“how would you know if you do or don’t? your asleep less?” ella commented as you hummed your eyes going wide, “exactly!”

“and then the stupid blinds kept me awake and then less had her alarm set for dead early and she didn’t even wake up — honestly worst night sleep i’ve ever had.” you grumbled carrying on with your small story as alessia mumbled into her mic about you being overly dramatic.

“oh i hate alarms me, i’m the type who had to wake straight up as soon as it goes off” ella says as you hum, “cause once you start snoozing, it’s game over”

“lessi is the worst for snoozing”

the podcast carry’s one as you talk along with the two girls, about random things that start a different conversation until you get up to the fan questions section of the pod.

“so we are up to when you guys at home get to know ella and lessi more off the pitch as they answer your questions where nothing is off limits, i’m excited for this bit” you smile down the camera before smirking to the two girls as they look at each other scared. you continuing to scroll through the ipad.

“first one is weirdest thing your both scared of?” you say giggling to yourself knowing what both of their answers are going to be.

“probably bananas” ella says pulling a face of disgust as you ask why. “i dunno, i just really don’t like them.

“um turkeys or just birds in general” alessia shrugs as your mind takes you back to the world cup of when there was loads of them there.

“there definitely both weird, the next one is directly for you lessi — this fan has said: alessia your half italian but can you actually speak it” you say reading the comment word for word off the ipad, looking up to see the blondes blank face as you begin to laugh along with ella.

“well i can understand it, i tried to learn how to speak it and i can speak a few words..” less trails off her words getting quieter and quieter with each one she spoke.

you raised your eyebrows humming in amusement, “yep and by tried you mean one duolingo lesson?”

“pretty hard to try and learn it when you have someone distracting you every five seconds wanting attention!” alessia argued, taking a sip of her water which was next to her.

“sorry for showing and giving my girlfriend some love?” you scoffed jokingly as you placed your hands in the air in defence. “next time i won’t bother” you added sassily.

the blonde pouting, mumbling along the lines of that you know that she loves giving you her attention you humming at her response, the blonde holding her hands up in an attempt at a heart with her fingers getting a small smile from you.

as ella dry retched down the mic, “do you have to do the lovey dovey stuff every where we go!”

“okay this is a good one, who’s the better driver” you ask, putting the ipad to the other side.

“well i think we can both agree who it’s not-“ alessia smirked pointed between her and ella who nodded in agreement knowing what the blonde was going to say.

“who?”

“you- do you not…” alessia began before you cut her off, “hang on the question wasn’t to include me, and i know the story your gonna tell and it’s gonna be completely wrong but carry on” you sulked, sinking further in the chair you were sat in opposite the two best friends.

“no so you were in a really tight parking spot, which can i add i told you not to park in-“ alessia began to tell the story in between laughs as tooney listened intently, you sat across from them with a frown on your face.

“—and there was this bollard to the right of the car and i told you that you were gonna hit it if you carried on but you were adamant you weren’t gonna hit it. and of course who was right cause then the back of your car ended up with a massive dent in the back along with scratches along the side”

“yeah but in my defense right, since i did move slightly the way you told me to and if i hadn’t i definitely would have missed it” you defended yourself as alessia rose her eyebrows not totally convinced.

“is this the day you came to england camp sulking?” ella asked as alessia nodded her head slowly in response for you, you not wanting to admit it.

“and now i’m banned from driving lessi’s car-“ your frown deepened.

“i mean i’m not surprised!”

“and that’s all we have time for today, before i get outed anymore!” you perked up once again, the two girls straightening themselves up as you looked down the central camera.

“like you haven’t been outing us for the whole ep love” alessia commented as you waved your hand at what she said.

“thanks for joining me, less and tooney as i third wheeled-“ you began again but got cut off by ella. “no i was, as always!”

“bye!”

[edenesth]

[7:03 AM]

"Oh my freaking god! If you don't know how to drive, go back to driving school!" you shouted, resisting the urge to flip off the car in front of you. "Seriously, how did these people even get their driver's licenses?!"

Seonghwa bit his lip, glancing over at you with hearts in his eyes. He admired your heeled foot pressing aggressively on the accelerator as you overtook the slow driver hogging the fast lane. His eyes travelled up to your work outfit—a well-fitted black velvet dress with a mid-thigh slit, a floral-patterned scrunchie on your wrist, and a pair of geeky rose gold-rimmed glasses on your face.

God, if only she knew how hot she looked.

The thing was, you were usually the sweetest angel known to man. Everyone at your workplace called you 'sunshine,' and you truly were the nicest person to exist, a quality that had drawn him to you. To him, this made you wifey material, and he couldn't imagine loving anyone else if you weren't the one he eventually married.

But there was one time when you were most unlike your usual self: whenever you were on the road, behind the wheel. When you drove, you turned into a complete demon.

He remembered witnessing this side of you for the first time. It was just a few weeks into your relationship when he needed a ride. His initial shock quickly turned into admiration as he savoured the meanest resting bitch face he'd ever seen on you. He had no idea his sweet, perfect angel could harbour such rage.

That same expression was on your face now, and he would never tire of seeing it. However, there was one problem: he was getting a little too excited from seeing you like this. This was not the right time for such feelings. He was on his way to work, for goodness' sake. The last thing he needed was for his coworkers to notice how 'affected' he was by his girlfriend first thing in the morning.

To avoid letting his excitement escalate, he quickly took out his phone and started playing around with it, eventually settling on taking selfies using the mirror on the visor to distract himself.

"Man, I look good today," he smirked.

"Oh yeah? We'll see how good you look when you have to walk yourself to work tomorrow. This will be the last time I'm dropping you off, Park. That goddamn car of yours better be all serviced and ready by the end of the day."

His grin vanished at your words. "But babe, we're having such a good time. Don't you like spending a few extra minutes with me, hm? Besides, the guys at the workshop said it could take a few days if the spare parts don't arrive on time—" he was cut off by the deadly glare you shot him.

"If you think being stuck in an unnecessary jam and being late to my own job because of you is a good time, you need to reevaluate your priorities," you said coolly, eyes on the road as you overtook all the drivers from hell and sped toward his office building, which was thankfully not too far from yours.

"Yes, ma'am."

Seonghwa wasn’t sure how to feel hearing those words, but he supposed he finally understood what it meant to be both scared and turned on at the same time because damn, that was hot.

Before he could dwell on those feelings for too long, the car slowed to a stop, and he realised you had arrived at his workplace. After shifting the gear to park, you turned to face him, your usual warm smile greeting him once again���the smile he adored, the one that had stolen his heart, the one that made him realise you were the one.

"We're here, Hwa! You know I don't mean any of those words, right? I'll drive you whenever you need me to. Now go before you're late."

Just like that, his angel was back.

His heart melted all over again as he leaned in to press his lips firmly against your invitingly pink ones, not caring if he ruined your gloss. That was what you deserved after all the things you had just said to him. Call it his little payback if you will. To his delight, your eyes fluttered shut as you kissed him back, just like the sweet angel you always were, giving in to him without fail.

Pulling back slowly, you sighed, "Go. I'll see you after work. Love you."

He bit his lip, feeling your thumb swiftly wipe your gloss off his lips. "I love you too, babe. God, you drive me crazy."

And he meant it.

You giggled, pushing him away by the chest. "You do the same to me, Park Seonghwa."

As he got out of the car, his heart pounded in his chest, still reeling from the emotional whiplash you had given him. Feeling hot from the experience, he loosened his tie to cool off before entering his office. Oh yes, he couldn't wait to be picked up by you this evening. Unlike now, he would be able to show you just how crazy you made him once you got home tonight.

Just you wait, you little devil.

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I... this is self-indulgent as fck, that's all I'll say HAHA this was the only thing on my mind as I was driving home from work today. I'm usually sweet as an angel (it's what most people say about me) but good lord, I'm unrecognisable whenever I'm on the road.

Sacrificed my workout time to write this because priorities LMFAO

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Knuckle Tattoos

The original post got reblog locked sometime after I que'd it, so I'm just gonna make a new post

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LOVE PIGS

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WHAT OHNO

YA'LL QUIT

BANG BOOM

FIST CITY

FULL TANK

DICK RIDE

YEAH DUDE

HELL BABE

MAKE BANK

BULK RATE

TOLL TIME

BELL TOLL

SINK SWIM

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FAST FOOD

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LIKE DOGS

FULL TILT

HARD ROAD

PILL BUGS

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PICK NOSE

FEET PICS

SICK HOSE

TREE BUSH

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FLIP FLOP

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LATE NITE

TOES YEAH

FISH LOAF

GOSH DANG

SPIT FIRE

COLD CALL

FLAT TIRE

THAT DUDE

WHOM THIS

FULL TIME

PART TIME

SOUP TIME

LICE COMB

LOOK HERE

HAIR CUTS

KISS TELL

WAIT KEYS

BEEN SEEN

WAIT, THERE'S MORE!

WAIT MORE

CRAN BURY

FEEL OKAY

COOL DOGS

BUTT JOKE

FART SONG

POPE NOPE

TOTE BAGS

SHIN LEGS

DRUM SOME

DONG GONE

YULE LOGS

STAR BUTT

PAID RENT

DOWN TOWN

SHIP SURE

BEND OVER

SEND POST

UNCL CLIT (memorial tattoo)

OHNO YEAH

MEND BEND

FINE LINE

GOAL TEND

WHAT OKAY

FAST PISS

SLOW POOP

BATH ROOM

NECK TATT

SORT SHIT

GIRL FOOD

SAVE FILE

FOUR FOOT

FIVE GUYS

GOOD TAPE

LAME TIME

FLIM FLAM

MOVE SLOW

SLOP HOGS

SIDE WAYS

NINE FIVE

LIVE BUGS

LESS CUTS

DANK MEME

GULP SOME

PIPE WIPE

[wileys-russo]

You know that's meant for our child , not you... Mary Earps... At home maybe??

part of the a date to remember series m.earps II dancing queen

"mummy!" you looked up from your computer with raised eyebrows, spinning around in your chair as delilahs feet came thundering into the room. "hey hey, what's wrong?" you frowned seeing the pout present on her face as she climbed up and into your lap.

"mama doesn't know how to share." came the annoyed grumble from the five year old as you squeezed her tightly, a small smile on your lips as she pressed her face against your chest.

"what happened?" you asked gently, scratching her back and feeling her go limp but not without a huff. "she's hogging all my toys, won't give me a turn." delilah grunted, tugging at a loose thread on your hoodie.

"is she? well thats not very nice of her is it." you chuckled, pulling her hand away and lowering her to the ground. "come on tiny, lets go sort your mama out." you offered her your hand which she took, the pair of you leaving the office.

and sure enough as you entered the living room your wife was sat dead centre on the carpet, several of your daughters toys piled around her as she furiously wrestled with one of them making you roll your eyes.

"see!" delilah tugged on your hand and scowled, looking much more adorable than aggressive. "mary!" you called out, ignored. "mary?" you tried again, same lack of response. "now her ears are broken too!" delilah huffed dropping your hand and crossing her arms.

"mary alexandra earps." your tone shifted, arms crossed mirroring your daughter as finally your wife looked up. "two seconds." she held up a finger as her eyes dropped back down to the bop it in her hands.

"see!" delilah repeated, tugging on your shirt as you nodded. "go play in your room for a sec please lilah." you sent her off as the year old sent your wife a mean glare but ran off none the less, footsteps pattering away.

mary once more ignoring you as you called for her attention your patience wore thin as you closed the gap between the two of you, snatching the game out of her hand as she looked up with a frown.

"what? babe i'm-" but the glare you fixed her with had her silenced. "you know thats meant for our child, not you. all of these are actually!" you warned, gesturing to the assortment of toys and games around her.

"okay yes. but hear me out!" mary bargained holding her hands up in defense as you rolled your eyes but gestured for her to continue. "did you know alessia has the high scores locked on all of these? alessia!" mary scoffed in disbelief scrunching her face up.

"and?" you sighed, unfazed by this new information. "and? we can't have her as the high scorer on delilahs games! i'm doing this for her darling." mary tried to smile charmingly as you hummed, still unfazed by her excuses.

"oh you are, are you?" you pouted mockingly. "then why did our daughter come to me upset that 'mama doesn't know how to share' hm?" you accused, hand on hip and cocking it out to the side with a raised eyebrow.

"i know how to share! it just...wasn't her turn yet." mary tried to excuse as you shook your head at her. "mary, they're her toys and her games. she doesn't need to wait her turn!" you warned as your wife groaned.

"but less-" "but nothing! go and apologize to delilah right now, and you might want to get ready to grovel because thanks to your part of the gene pool she is incredibly stubborn." you pointed behind you as mary huffed but got up to her feet.

"i love you?" she smiled charmingly, hovering in front of you as you only hummed, the taller girl huffing and accepting that was all she was going to get as she wandered off to go find delilah.

"oh and baby? those aren't less's high scores on her games, they're mine."

[vonlycaonwife]

Could I request Nicole and Harumasa finding their lover hugging a bangboo version of them?

I want-no, NEED a Harumasaboo plush

Considering what I know about Haru's trust story, I gave this a small change. Same vibes though for what you requested!! I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: spoilers for Haru trust story, spoilers for main story if you haven't done the part before chapter 5

Honestly she doesn't have much of a problem with you cuddling with Amillion a lot. At least that's what she tells everyone.

In reality she's absolutely side eyeing it whenever you give the bangboo just a little bit too much attention. She won't say anything, but she will push herself closer and all but vocally demand attention.

Amillion isn't normally used to a lot of affection, at least from others beside Nicole, so she's just hogging all the attention and loving it.

It's a funny sight to behold for anyone who sees it. You treating Amillion like her namesake, Nicole huffing and puffing before being placate with a kiss, and Amillion herself getting swarmed with affection by both parents.

Because yes my friend, she now sees you as her second parent and no one can change that. Nicole doesn't help either by immediately going along with it.

At least you have both girls protecting you from scammers? Though you still get scammed by them but with affection in this case.

You know, when Harumasa first commissioned someone to make some customized bangboos based on him and his coworkers. He only did it to get over the trauma he had over turning into one in the simulation. But now he's starting to regret it, immensely.

While at first he was happy that Asaboo was there to give you company while he was working, he's seriously starting to get pissed off at how…clingy it was.

For example, whenever he was aiming for some “much needed emergency cuddles” (in his words) to “cure his sickness”, as he would begin to get closer the bangboo would immediately push him away to cling onto his partner!

It doesn't help that it also mimics his sick act! “E-Ehn eh-na…(T-Too sick)” “Oh you poor baby.” “Baaaaabe, I'm sick too~” “Oh, lemme-” “E-Eh-na! *cough* Na! Na! (N-No! *cough* Stay! Stay!)” “Awww, okay okay.” “Hey!”

He knew he was a bit possessive, but he doesn't think he's this bad! The thing is practically glaring at him all the time when you're not looking as well. So of course he's gonna glare back. “Haru, stop glaring at the poor thing.” “He started it!” “Ehn-na! (Liar!)”

It's honestly gotten to a point where he has to lock the thing in one of the rooms to prevent it from disrupting on alone time with his partner. “Haru, it's crying and coughing.” “It's just faking babe.” Crash! “Uh…Haru-” “ARE YOU SERIOUS?!”

Part of him wants to apologize profusely to his coworkers for having to deal with himself now that he's on the other end of the act.

[stxneflxwers]

off-colored.

⋯⁂ summary. Aventurine woke up sick, now you're full of determination to keep him home – the place where he's allowed to be himself (and so you can take care of him.)

⋯⁂ a/n. barely edited lol. i wrote this in the tumblr post editor... :') anyway. SICK FIC TIME!!!!! I WANNA BABY HIM GRRRR

⋯⁂ characters. aventurine. gn reader.

⋯⁂ w.c. 971.

⋯⁂ cw. fluff/hurt comfort. established relationship. sickness and its side dishes. all lowercase. mentions of nudity. mentions of past trauma. (both are non-descriptive).

aventurine.

🌌 needless to say, he's not exactly thrilled to be sick – if anything, it makes his heart jump into his throat (and subsequently make him cough and choke on his own saliva even more).

🌌 for a split second, he thinks he's dying – but no, all that happened was him rolling off the bed and crashing to the floor with the blanket tangled around him. and then promptly getting thrown into a violent coughing fit.

🌌 you were, for a split moment, considering getting on his case for hogging the blanket again – and then you heard him hacking away for a solid few moments before he releases a very loud, stuffy sigh. uh oh, you think, that last long mission he had must've gotten him sick.

🌌 but then... you realize how you can take advantage of this and force him to stay home for once (definitely not because you want more time with him or anything. totally not.) you grin to yourself, believing it's your turn to win for once – he's hardly a sore loser when it comes to you.

you roll to his side of the bed and peek over the edge, "you sound sick." you blurt out – soft, unimposing.

"huh? uh... nuh uh!" he then sneezes behind his clothed arm after barely managing to detangle himself from the blanket.

"yeah, sure, totally and completely not sick at all. i definitely believe you." you scowl, although it's more playful than genuine.

"but... i've got work today–"

"you say that every day."

"but it's true!" he sniffles and wipes at his nose with the back of his black fabric sleeve.

"yeah, well, too bad!" you say and hop to your feet, already feeling excited over the notion of babying him all day. "you're staying home – coworkers and boss be damned."

he whines your name pathetically, "pleaaaaase..."

"no."

"pretty please?"

"no!"

"...with a cherry on top–"

"oh, shush. and don't you try to sneak out of the house." you cross your arms with an atmosphere of determination – all to make sure he gets better soon, instead of exacerbating any pain and malaise.

"haha..." he chuckles weakly (and dryly from his parched throat), "alright, you win."

"yay!" you cheer and help him sit on the edge of the mattress (that will certainly need to have its sheets changed soon), "good boy." you pat his head with such soft and slow strokes that he can feel the love melt into his bones and heart.

"aw... you just wanted to hear me say that you win, huh?" he teases – despite his ailed state – and smiles up at you, somehow even more charmingly than usual. "sure, sure, take advantage of the sick guy–"

"shush, you! it's not such a bad thing to have you home with me for once, anyway..." you sigh, a soft pout protruding from your bottom lip – your hand stills for a fleeting moment, making his heart lurch right back into his throat again.

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry – don't be mad–" he pleads, something he rarely does, but you've dealt with a sick kakavasha once before, you can do it as many times as you need to.

you smile sadly, your eyes pinching with apology, "don't worry – i'm not upset at all. i've just...missed you more than words can describe." you resume petting his soft hair – he's always taken such good care of his pretty blonde locks.

"i...i missed you too, babe." he sighs in relief, his heart settling back into its rightful place.

🌌 he's surprisingly compliant for the rest of the day – of course, he has his playful and teasing comebacks, but he never truly puts up a fight. even if he felt capable enough, he still wouldn't – not against you.

🌌 you do just about anything for him as he recovers – to drive home the point that you love him dearly and deeply. he barely asks for anything, though, so you end up going above and beyond for him – as a part of some weird, personal gamble with yourself. has he been rubbing off on you? you're not sure.

🌌 one of the worst (read: most difficult) parts of taking care of him is making him eat. he'll complain with a whine or groan and try to hide under a pillow or blanket. you're not sure if it's trauma-related or him just being a big baby over some minor nausea, but no worries, you've got it handled.

🌌 after a bit of half-hearted arguing, he succumbs to your demands and eats at least half of what you made him. he has an arguably small appetite and stomach due to his past, so you let him eat as much as he's comfortable with – as long as he actually eats.

🌌 one of the other worst parts of taking care of him is getting him to bathe with you helping him. he insists he won't fall asleep in the bath, but you don't trust his awkward laugh and blatant lie (or his half-asleep expression). once you've pulled your final straw, you give him a hard, long stare until he finally puts up his white flag and – yet again – succumbs to letting you help him out.

🌌 he's very shy when you're naked around each other – it immediately makes his whole face red, his blush even reaching his neck and upper chest. you giggle a little at him and he pouts, all you do is pinch his burning, red cheek. yet your gentle, loving teasing eases his aversion to any and all vulnerability. he, from thereon, complies with the rest of the bathing process.

🌌 when night falls upon your shared home, he's practically dead asleep. you feel fulfilled. and he's already looking better than he did this morning – the color in his skin slowly returning.

yeah, you definitely won.

[carefreecoffee]

*̩̩̥͙　-•̩̩͙-ˏˋ⋆Fluffy Barrier: Bakugou Katsuki⋆ˊˎ-•̩̩͙-　*̩̩̥͙

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Bakugou stood at your doorstep, waiting patiently as he heard the sound of movement from inside the house. When you opened the door, he couldn't help but notice the large st. Bernard that stood guard next to you. 

"Hey," he greeted you with a small nod, trying to maintain a tough exterior despite the imposing presence of your dog. You wave and let him in eagerly, “Hey Kats!, Come in” Bakugo stepped inside your house, his eyes darting around a bit to take in his surroundings. He was a bit nervous about your dog, but he tried not to show it too much. 

"Jesus, you told me you had a dog" he said, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "But holy shit babe, your dog is big." You close the door, amused by his observation. “Haha i told you over the phone he was a pretty big guy.” 

You lean down to ruffle the dog's thick coat. He pants happily, pushing into your hand more. You stand up, letting Bakugou get a proper introduction. “His name is Beau!” Bakugo nodded at your response, but he eyed the massive dog cautiously. He had to admit, Beau was pretty intimidating.

 "Beau, huh? Fitting name for a behemoth like this," he said, trying to sound nonchalant. "You sure he's friendly?" 

You nod, “Of course! You can pet him if you'd like.” Beau stayed by your side cautiously. He wasn't a violent dog; quite the opposite actually but he had been ever the more protective of you when it came to strangers. Bakugo looked skeptical, but he slowly reached out a hand towards Beau. He glanced back at you for reassurance before gently stroking the dog's large head. 

"He's not gonna bite me, right?" he asked, feeling the thick, soft fur under his fingers. “Haha of course not,” You lean down as well, meeting his eyes. “Wanna watch a movie and order take out? My parents won't be home till later tonight” Bakugo raised an eyebrow at your suggestion, but he quickly nodded in agreement. 

"Yeah, that sounds good. As long as it's not some romantic movie or something sappy," he said, rolling his eyes in mock disgust. You were about to refute him until an idea hit you. “First one who gets to the couch first picks the movie!” You sprinted off, leaving him dumbfounded. 

"Hey, that's cheating!" he yelled, pushing himself to run faster. 

But it was no use, you had a small head start and reached the couch before he did. You giggle and roll over the couch in victory, Beau following not too far behind as his tails wagged frantically. Bakugo scowled, panting slightly as he reached the couch. 

"Dammit, you cheated!" he protested, a pout forming on his face. He plopped onto the couch next to you and gave you the signature Bakugou scowl.You shift towards him, your legs curling into the couch. “Sore loser isn't a good look on you, Kats” Bakugo rolled his eyes, but a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just pick the damn movie already," he said, trying to sound irritated but failing miserably. 

The night went on as planned. Take out was quick, the movie was on and now the two of you were enjoying the heavenly cheap food. Just a sliver of space was in between you two before Beau decides to move from his spot on the floor to immediately laying on the couch. Bakugo looked at Beau and raised an eyebrow. The dog had created a barrier of fluff.

 "What the hell? Can't get any closer without being smothered by this furball," he complained, though he didn't try to push him away. You chuckle, placing your food down on the table beside you, “I think he likes you!” As if on cue, Beau rests his head on your lap, turning fully away from Katsuki. "More like he's just trying to hog all the attention," he mutters. “Aw Kats. Don't get jealous over an animal” You lean in, pecking his cheek. He shoots you a brief glare, but there's no heat behind it.

"I'm not jealous, idiot. I just don't wanna be smothered by a dog while I'm trying to watch a movie," he huffed, looking away to hide his embarrassment.

 You shrug before patting the open spot beside you, “You can sit over here, y’know, there's plenty of room” Bakugo glanced at the space next to you, then at Beau. He hesitated for a moment but eventually decided to give in. He put down his food, moving to your other side, carefully trying to avoid the dog's head in your lap. Once he was settled, he looked at you with a slightly bashful expression. 

"Happy now?" he asked, trying to keep up his usual grumpy demeanor. 

But he couldn't deny how nice it felt being closer to you. You nodded, getting back into the same content atmosphere as before. Bakugo quickly relaxed and allowed himself to enjoy the feeling. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer to him. 

After a moment or two of getting lost in the movie, Beau decides to hop off the couch. This doesn't concern you until he jumps back up in between you two, startling you both. Bakugo grumbled in annoyance as Beau settled back in between the two of you, effectively blocking any attempts at getting closer. 

"I swear, your dog is doing this on purpose," he muttered, shooting an envious glance at Beau's fluffy form. 

“Hm, i guess it wasn't you who was jealous,” You nod towards the perpetrator, scratching behind his ear. “It was this big guy!” Bakugo huffed in amused disbelief, rolling his eyes at your comment. "Great, so now even an animal is trying to come between us. I thought I was supposed to be your favorite," he said with a hint of mock irritation. You roll your eyes at this accusation. 

“You know you're my favorite, handsome.” You could see his ears redden a bit, "Damn right I am," he retorted, a hint of smugness in his voice. But beneath his tough exterior, he couldn't help but feel a flutter in his chest. It was moments like these that reminded him how much he secretly loved your affectionate words.

As the movie played on, Bakugou found himself becoming more and more relaxed. In an effort of affection, you intertwine your hands. The weight of Beau's body in between you provided a comfortable barrier, and he secretly enjoyed the closeness even if it wasn't directly. He idly traced small circles on the back of your hand with his thumb, his heart rate slightly increasing whenever his skin touched yours. Even the gargantuan ball of everlasting fur couldn't keep you apart– perhaps it even brought you closer. 

[solaireverie]

dr3 + mv33 | call it what you want

pairing: daniel ricciardo x max verstappen x f!reader

summary: [ social media au ] the internet will believe anything but the truth about you and your boyfriends

warnings: language, there's a few jokes about dan and y/n "adopting" max

faceclaim: gemma chan

author’s note: RAH RAH POLYSHIPPING LET'S GO PARTY PEOPLE. this au is so close to my heart. enjoy!

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yourusername the kenergy is strong 🏖

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user we can always count on y/n to confirm that the boys are still alive during break 😌

↪ yourusername at your service 🫡

landonorris max's shirt lol

↪ yourusername daniel convinced him that it's fashionable 🙄

↪ danielricciardo was i wrong?

↪ yourusername keep telling yourself that 😐

↪ maxverstappen1 you didn't like it?

↪ yourusername NO babe that's not what i meant. you looked great ❤️ just maybe think twice before listening to daniel's fashion advice in the future

↪ danielricciardo EXCUSE YOU 😒

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daniel3.jpg respect the cuddle schedule, y/n ☹️

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yourusername screw the cuddle schedule i got here first

↪ yourusername it's max's fault for taking too long in the shower anyways

↪ maxverstappen1 lies. slander. my lawyers will be in contact

user what's the story behind the caption and the comments 👀

↪ maxverstappen1 y/n was being mean

↪ yourusername max was being a sore loser

↪ user i'm still confused 🧐

user why do they need a cuddle schedule in the first place???

↪ yourusername because max and daniel like to hog each other 😺

↪ user y/n having to fight for her bf's attention with his best friend 😮‍💨 i could never

user jimmy and sassy at the last picture: are we a joke to you 🤨

↪ yourusername nOOoOoOoo i love my adopted cat children very much i promise 😭

yourusername has added to their story

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formulafashion max verstappen attends close friend y/n l/n's birthday party in a bespoke suit, which is a rare move for the typically casually dressed driver.

when asked about his outfit choice, max said that it was "a favor" and that "they're lucky i love them" 😳 could love be in the cards for red bull's superstar?

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user *they're* lucky i love *them* 👀

user when did max get have the time to date? he's always with daniel and y/n 😂

↪ user maybe it's one of their mutual friends? 🤷

user whoever it is i hope that y/n and daniel approve 🥹

↪ user who are we kidding, they've probably given max's partner the shovel talk already lol

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yourusername they are the best thing that's ever been mine 🤍

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user THE TWIST 😱😱😱

danielricciardo the triangle is the strongest shape 😌

↪ maxverstappen1 you are so cringe

↪ yourusername don't listen to him he's wearing your hoodie and blushing rn 🥹

user who saw this coming be honest

↪ landonorris me 🙋 btw @.danielricciardo you still owe me five gallons of milk for sneaking max and y/n into your driver's room

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masterlist | taglist: @boiohboii

[warping-realities]

Commitment

"I thought you were into my body, you know?"

Peter said, sounding a bit butthurt on the phone while checking out the video of this jacked dude hogging his screen, trying to sell a workout plan in a personal training studio that just opened up near his place.

"I like you, babe, but you spend so much damn time working, and... honestly, I’ve always liked your skinny body... but lately, you’ve been packing on a gut. No biggie... but c'mon, you know how hard I bust my ass for this body, just for you. A little give-and-take would be good. So pleaaaase, I’ve set up a session for you." Julia, Peter's long-term girlfriend, wrapped up the call. They met back in college, and he always wondered what a total knockout like her saw in him. Not that he was a total scrub; he had a decent face and a slim build, with the class and sophistication vibe only an Old Money heir had. But even that was a far cry from her runway-ready looks. People whispered she was just after his cash, but Peter tuned that noise out because he was head over heels for Julia. He didn’t want to hear any of that crap. He loved her so much that he found himself putting on gym gear and heading to the address in the pamphlet. After all Julia knew how to push his buttons to get him to do what she wanted: appealing to his sense of commitment.

When Peter rocked up to the studio, he saw it was just a tiny room with a few weights, which he realized was Julia trying to spare him from his fears. Even though he came from old money and had been dragged to all sorts of social events since he was a kid, he absolutely dreaded being in the spotlight.

So yeah, a small studio was probably where he’d feel less freaked out. But maybe she overlooked another one of his fears: the hulking muscleheads. And this dude, standing in the center of the room with his arms crossed, lokling like he just stepped off a bodybuilding stage, doing the same pose as the ad Peter had just seen in the ad, was hitting all his triggers.

Peter told himself that this was just the standard for a trainer, but that didn’t help the wave of panic washing over him when he saw that beast. The massive dude on the other hand flashed a grin that dripped with way too much confidence.

"Hey man, I'm Dan. You must be Pete, right?" The trainer asked like they were old pals, making the rookie mistake of calling him by the short version of his name.

"It's Peter. Peter Wexhan, never Pete"

"Whoa, my bad. Won’t happen again, just trying to break the ice since we’ll be hanging together." Dan said, his grin still plastered on his face.

"I-I don’t know if we’ll... I just thought about trying a trial class." Peter stammered.

"Nah, once you catch the iron bug, there’s no turning back. So, the girl who set this up for you said you wanna lose some belly, right?"

"Julia, yeah, that’s my girlfriend... and that’s what she wants..."

"But what do you want, man? You’re my client!" Truth was, Peter would rather be at home. But he didn’t have the guts to say that, scared of the giant in front of him and letting his girlfriend down.

"I... that’s what I want."

"Dude, you gotta learn to stand your ground, man. And you know a killer way to do that? Get jacked!" Dan flexed his massive muscles, stretching his shirt to the brink of ripping.

"I... I..." Peter stuttered, wide-eyed at that mountain of muscle.

"Just messin’ with you, Peter. Who am I to say what you should do? But listen, a real man knows how to stand up for himself, and he also knows how to keep a woman happy."

Peter didn’t know what to say again, so he stayed quiet, giving Dan the floor to drop the question he knew was coming.

"So, Peter Wexhan... any relation to Senator Frank Wexhan?"

"Yeah, I’m his son."

"Wow, one of my first clients is a big shot."

"My dad’s a big deal; I’m just a regular dude," Peter replied, knowing deep down that wasn’t exactly true. Sure, his family was loaded, and Dan probably knew that too. But acting more professional than the earlier interaction, Dan didn’t say anything about it and just kept the class rolling.

"Let me work with you for a bit, and you won’t be regular. And the best time to start is now." He flashed that killer smile before putting Peter through one of the toughest workouts of his life.

While they worked out, Dan tried to chat with Peter, talking about cars, football, parties—topics Peter had zero interest in.

"What do you mean you don’t have a football team? Not even your college’s?”

"Never cared for it, sorry."

"Stop apologizing for everything, dude. Although, yeah, in this case, you kinda have to. Just kidding!!! But didn’t you at least check out the cheerleaders?" Dan asked, steering the convo to another touchy subject—women. Julia was the only woman in Peter’s life, and he was all about her. No reason to even look at other chicks. His commitment was that deep.

Hearing this, Dan just smirked again and corrected Peter’s form, getting back to business with the exercises. Peter was blown away by how good Dan was at this and how quickly it showed. By the end of the session, his arms, shoulders, and legs felt a bit beefier, and he couldn’t help but admire himself in the mirror, feeling good about the progress. Sure, Dan was the type Peter usually avoided, but he was starting to see him as someone cool to hang with. So much so that he ended up booking another session for the next day. He left the gym with a handshake, feeling like he made a solid choice.

When he got back to the simple but cozy apartment he shared with Julia—rather than his family's empty mansion—he was hit with a hunger like never before. He raided the fridge and cupboards, not even bothering to shower, and plopped down on the couch, wolfing down everything he could while flipping through channels until he landed on a college football game, absentmindedly rubbing his sore muscles with a feeling that bordered on bliss. That’s how Julia found him two hours later when she got home.

"Hey babe... what’s that smell? What’s going on?? Peter, you smell like a locker room!"

That was her reaction when she saw him sprawled on the couch, the place reeking of manly sweat.

"Sorry babe, I got home and lost track of time." Peter said, catching a whiff of his own pits and grimacing. "Eww, I really stink."

"Peter, I can’t believe you sat all dirty on my couch!"

"My couch, the apartment’s mine, and I can crash here and watch football however I want!" He shot back, a bit too aggressively, making both him and Julia jump.

"Sorry babe, I don’t know what got into me. Let me shower and whip up your favorite dish." 

The night went by smoothly after that, with dinner and chit-chat leading to bed, where he treated Julia to some of the best action she’d had in ages.

The next morning, Peter woke up alone on the living room couch, clueless about how he ended up there, and why he was only in his shorts instead of his usual PJs. Did the wild night with Julia mess with his head? Remembering that got him hard, and as he adjusted himself (how could he be turned on right after that?), he was surprised by the lean, defined physique he found himself looking at. As good as Dan was, this had to be a joke, he thought in disbelief. But any doubts vanished as he felt the solid muscles under his hand, leading to the best solo session he’d ever had, even though he was tense and had to hold back to not wake Julia in the next room.

Later, he thought about the weirdness of the situation. After a long shower while Julia was still snoozing, Peter admired himself in the mirror as he adjusted his tie. It seemed impossible that one session could change so much, he thought, watching his biceps stretch the sleeve of his suit to its limits. Seeing that image reflected in the mirror his brain came to a conclusion that he thought was logical: If it seemed impossible, it was probably because it was, considering he wasn’t new to working out, as his lean, defined physique showed.

After getting ready, he grabbed his gym bag and headed to work. He was climbing the ladder at a law firm specializing in environmental issues, something that didn’t sit well with his dad, a Republican senator with ties to the oil biz. But he’d long accepted being a disappointment to the old man. Despite his good looks and love for the NFL, he’d never been the sporty type, and he wasn’t a player either, which could’ve helped his dad’s conservative image. But dating a staunch Democrat was a whole other issue. Worse yet, dating only her. An exclusive relationship could sit well with his father's conservative audience. But the truth is, he always wanted a womanizer son, especially since behind the facade, Senator Wexhan had a bunch of hot mistresses and expected his son to follow suit. Choosing a sustainable lifestyle was just the final nail in the coffin for their already shaky relationship.

Work went well, but as the hours dragged on, Peter grew anxious about his second session with Dan, with the last few minutes feeling like an eternity. When he finally got to the studio, he found Dan finishing up his own workout, and he couldn’t help but feel impressed and a bit envious of the guy’s massive build, wondering if he could ever get that big.

"Hey Pete, I’m almost done here. Why don’t you go change so we can get started?"

Peter was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t even correct Dan when he called him by the short version of his name. After slipping into his workout clothes, he met up with Dan, who quickly kicked things off with their session, and this time, Peter had the previous night’s game to talk about. He didn’t know what had gotten into him when he said he wasn’t into football—maybe it was the fear of being asked to play that made him say that. But the convo soon switched back to women, and even though Peter tried to dodge the questions, he didn’t feel as uneasy anymore. After all, it wasn’t like he’d ever cheat on Julia; it was just some bro talk. The subject then shifted to video games, another topic Peter had never cared about, which surprised Dan, who invited him to play COD with some of his buddies. He was shocked to find out that Peter didn't have a PlayStation.

Their differences were becoming more apparent, even though the sessions were going great.

In fact, they were going so well that after a shower in the studio’s tiny bathroom, Peter caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. His arms looked jacked, his shoulders broad, and he was sporting a six-pack.

Getting a body like that was worth overcoming any differences he had with Dan, he thought as he left, ready to give his trainer a high five goodbye.

"You were my last client, Pete. I’m closing up here, and I’ll call you once I get home so we can play COD. Should be enough time for you to grab a bite first."

"Um... okay." Peter replied, still not quite getting it, thinking he’d made it clear he wasn’t into video games.

When he got home, any thought about Dan’s strange comment vanished as the heavenly smell of food wafted from the kitchen. Finding Julia cooking dinner—something she’d never done before—was a shocker.

"I’m glad you’re home, babe. I’m making roast beef with mashed potatoes, so I don’t mess with your diet."

"Hmm... thanks, babe... but what’s the occasion?"

"Occasion? None…?"

"Well, I usually cook."

"I didn’t know I was dating a comedian. Peter, reheating frozen dinners doesn’t count as cooking."

"What are you talking about? Last night I whipped up a lasagna, there should be some leftovers in the fridge." Peter said, opening the fridge only to find a few bottles of milk and a ton of eggs.

"Babe, enough with the jokes, you are distracting me. Why don’t you change clothes and go play video games with your friends while I finish up here? Oh, I left a protein shake on the table for you."

Peter, not knowing how to respond, grabbed the shake and headed to their bedroom but not before passing through the living room and spotting a PlayStation 5 next to their big screen TV. While downing the shake, he tried to make sense of the situation—maybe this was a prank Julia and Dan were pulling on him, considering they had chatted about his first class.

That could explain her odd behavior. Maybe the game console was a gift from her. Still, it felt weird. And what was with her suddenly being all subservient? Very odd, he thought as he slipped into a tank top and shorts, walking into the living room. As he stared at the controller in his hands, a text from Dan popped up on his phone.

"We’re online, just log in."

So, with a familiarity he shouldn’t have had, Peter turned on the console, which booted up to his account with a bunch of games downloaded, as if he was a regular player. This just added to the weirdness.

But that train of thought was derailed when Dan’s invite popped up on the screen, and he put on the headset to join, hearing Dan’s voice.

"Hey bro, how’s it going at home?" Dan asked.

"I’m good, thanks, Dan." Peter replied, opting to ignore all the weirdness for now.

"Hey Dan, who’s this?" came a voice as douche as Dan's.

"Hey, Trav! This is Pete, a buddy from college. We reconnected this year and he’s been training with me. I invited him to join us for some COD."

Peter frowned at that. What the hell was Dan talking about? Aside from the training, the rest was a total lie. He opened his mouth to deny it, but Dan jumped in before he could say a thing.

"Trav, it was Pete who lent me the cash to turn the studio into a legit gym. He likes to act humble, but he’s loaded, right Pete?" 

Peter was extremely confused by all of this; the things Dan was saying made no sense at all, or did they? It was hard to think clearly, but the man wasn't going to make up a bunch of lies and go around saying them, right?

"I thought we were just here to play, Dan. Let’s see how Trav does, because I’m tired of kicking your ass!" Pete shot back, suddenly recalling all the games he’d played against his old college buddy.

"Ouch, that stung! But I’m coming for revenge tomorrow, Pete. It’s leg day, and I’m gonna make you beg like those college girls begged for the senator’s son."

"Your threats won’t do anything like their pleas."

"Wife alert! His girlfriend must be nearby, Trav. He plays the good guy when she’s around. But don’t be fooled; this guy’s a beast."

"I don't know what you're on about, but you're dead, dude," Pete added, as his avatar took out his friend’s in the game.

"Ah, tomorrow you’re gonna be so wrecked, Wexhan."

"If you keep threatening me, I’ll roll straight home from work and show up just in time to finish you off in the game."

"Work? What work? I thought you were just chilling until your dad’s next campaign."

What the hell was Dan talking about? Of course he worked, he worked with... with... why couldn’t he remember???

"Babe, dinner’s ready," Julia’s voice cut in, giving him an excuse to sidestep Dan’s question.

"The lady of the house says dinner’s served, see ya tomorrow Dan. Nice to meet you, Trav." He said, ditching the console and avoiding any more thoughts about what had just gone down.

Dinner was great, but Pete ate like a robot, more focused on hitting his macros than enjoying the meal. Julia noticed.

"Is something up?"

"No, I’m good." He replied, still lost in thought.

"Peter, it seems like you’re in another world. I spend all day managing the apartment and prepping meals for you while you’re off at the gym or with your buddies. The least I want is a little attention when we’re together."

"What are you talking about? Managing the house? But… you don’t work?"

"It’s funny you think what I do isn’t work when you only work when your dad threatens to cut off your allowance." She shot back, clearly hurt. Peter raised his eyebrows, staring at her for a few seconds while new connections and memories formed in his foggy head before he responded.

"I’m sorry babe, I didn’t mean anything by it. Of course, managing our home is super important, and I really appreciate it. The food is awesome. But let’s not talk about my dad’s allowance; it’s what keeps us afloat." He said, getting up and looking at his girlfriend leaning against the counter, while casually slipping his hand into his shorts and giving her puppy eyes, which always made her do whatever he wanted. Even though he’d rather do the chores around the house like a woman than admit Dan was right about what kind of guy he was.

"I’m sorry too, Pete. It’s just that I try so hard to please you and..."

"I know babe, so let me make it up to you the way you like." He said, scooping her up to take her to the bedroom for another night of wild sex.

Pete woke up around noon, light streaming through the curtains he’d left carelessly semi closed in the bedroom, finally forcing him out of bed. He stretched, glancing to the side like he expected someone to be there. He attributed that weird thought to still being groggy. 

After chillin' in bed for a few more minutes, he finally decided to get up. He grabbed his last model iPhone from the bedside table, and irritably walked to the big windows, finally shutting the curtains properly. In the dark, he considered catching a few more hours of sleep, but decided to snap a selfie and send it to a bunch of his contacts, making sure to slide a private message to Julia.

"Thanks for last night, babe. I was hoping you’d wake me up with a blow job before you left, but you’ll have the chance to make it up tonight."

Without waiting for the flood of replies he knew would come, he headed to the bathroom. After a quick shower, he admired himself in front of the huge mirror on one wall of his bedroom. Damn you’re a hot piece, Wexham!”

With little interest, he finally checked his missed messages while slipping on gym shorts and a tank top, then headed down the long staircase to the kitchen where breakfast was still laid out for him. He poured himself some black coffee while waiting for the cook to bring him a hearty plate of scrambled eggs. After eating, he hit the entertainment room, where a projector with killer sound and his PlayStation awaited him. After a few hours of gaming, joking around and throwing light-hearted insults with his on-line friends, he took a pre-workout, hopped into his Porsche Cayenne, and headed to Dan’s gym.

Dan’s place spanned two spacious floors filled with the latest equipment, with rooms for different workouts—dance classes, martial arts, and a whole section dedicated to free weights. When Pete walked into the reception, he was greeted enthusiastically by the two stunning receptionists who had seen his selfie and were practically drooling over him. He flirted back, knowing that would be all they’d get from him. Flirting was cool, cheating was a whole different ballgame. After chatting for a few minutes, he found Dan, who was ready to supervise his workout—one of the few sessions the busy owner of the city’s hottest gym still personally conducted.

"Pete, ma man! Ready to pay for last night?"

“Bring it On!” He replied with a grin.

The workout was tough but smooth. Pete and Dan had been training together for years, to the point that Pete himself helped Dan with his exercises. Their conversation flowed easily, covering everything from football season to cars, parties, and of course, the endless supply of gorgeous women surrounding them.

"Emily and Rachel are dying for a piece of you, bro."

"You know I’m with Julia, man. We might not be super serious yet, but she’s still my girl, and I gotta respect that."

"Do you respect her while sending selfies to half the women at the gym?"

"As far as I know, that’s not cheating. Plus, a little advertising doesn’t hurt if things with Julia go south."

"Wow, do you two have any problems?"

"Ah, bro, she’s been pushing for us to move in together, to leave my parents’ place. But why would I do that? With my folks in Washington, I’ve got a sweet mansion with staff at my disposal. The only thing I can’t do is bring a woman to live with me until I marry. My dad and his rules—you know how he is. But between living in a cramped apartment or having all this space and comfort? No contest. Plus, I’m not ready for that kind of commitment."

"I’d never put you and commitment in the same sentence, bro."

"Asshole, don’t forget where the cash came from to finance all this."

"I’ll never forget, brother, but I already paid your dad for everything, and he’s thinking about expanding the academy into a network. If you join as my partner..."

"I don’t know, man. That’s not really my scene."

"Dude, you practically live here."

"Yeah, but this managing stuff isn’t my thing."

"I can handle that part, bro. Think about it. A way for your dad to ease up on you."

"I’ll think about it, I promise. But for now, let’s focus on helping me with these squats and clearing my view of that hot blonde on the treadmill," Pete said, a mischievous grin on his face.

"That’s my bro! So why don’t you strip that shirt off and show off those gains?"

"What?"

"Just a little advertising!" Dan joked, ripping Pete’s shirt and exposing his chiseled abs to the whole gym.

"Bro, what the hell?"

"No modesty here, man! Flex for me!"

With an expression somewhere between annoyed and flattered, Pete did what his best friend asked, grabbing a ton of attention—including from the girl on the treadmill.

"Hell yeah, my man! Now enough of this, let’s wrap up your workout before a pack of women swarms you."

"So far, you’re the only one who’s attacked me." Pete replied, still somewhat miffed.

"But it was for a good cause. I bet the blonde’s already plotting her approach."

"Too bad she’ll only be able to watch..."

"That’s for you to decide!"

"Dan, I told you, I’m committed to Julia and..."

"Okay, okay, I’ll drop it. Let’s finish your workout already!"

After wrapping up one of the toughest sessions of Peter’s life, just as Dan had promised, they stopped for a protein shake in the gym’s café, where once again, Pete was the target of the attendant’s gaze. Which he returned with his charming, cocky Lady Killer smile.

"And you still wanna tell me you’ve never cheated, bro?!"

"Looking doesn’t hurt, and being looked at isn’t bad."

"You’re not fooling me, Pete. But what’s next for you? Any plans on the horizon?"

"You know I’m between jobs."

"To be between jobs, you’d need to have had one first, Pete."

"Asshole, you know I’ve been helping with my dad’s campaigns since I was a kid."

"Ah, my bad. I meant a real job. It must be tough just smiling and showing off."

"Hey, it’s way more tiring than it seems, and if anyone should know that, it’s you, since you need it for your own gig."

"Touché! But again, you’re not fooling me. I know how much you love showing off to others, especially female voters."

"I said it was tiring, brother, not that I didn’t enjoy it." Pete concluded with a smile, earning a laugh from Dan.

"Fair enough. But what’s the plan for later?"

"I’m gaming with Trav as soon as he’s off, which should be in about an hour. Then I thought I’d soak up some sun by the pool at home, and Julia should swing by later so we can do something. And by something, I mean we’re going to bang till dawn."

"No wonder your dad came at me about that partnership, bro. You’re living like a teenager."

"Fuck off man; I’m just living life to the fullest. Anyone in my spot would do the same. In fact, why don’t you let the hired trainers take over and come chill at the pool with me later?"

"I’ll think about it, but I don’t like leaving the business to others."

"Look at you being all responsible. You don’t even seem like the guy who did all the craziest things back in college."

"No, really, because that guy was you!"

Dan shot back, making Pete chuckle.

"That’s you saying it, not me. I’ll catch you later, bro!"

After eating a wonderful meal prepared by the house's cook and playing some online games, Pete found himself on the edge of the mansion's luxurious pool, dozing while sunbathing, enjoying the best that life had to offer. Until he was suddenly woken up when someone knocked him into the pool.

"Motherfucker!" He yelled, surfacing irritated and greeted by Dan’s grinning face.

"You asshole, you nearly scared me to death! I’ll wreck you!"

"You can try, bro, but you gotta be a lot bigger if you wanna hit me."

"Big enough, bro!" Dan shot back, flexing his massive, sculpted body.

"You can't resist a little show, can you? That way you'll make the girls go crazy!" Dan replied in turn, with a malicious expression on his face.

Girls? What girls?"

"Hi Pete!" Said a beautiful young woman while another as beautiful as her giggled next to her.

"Their shift at the gym is over so I invited them to come along. Don't worry about Julia, they'll behave, right girls?"

"Yes Dan, we won't do anything Pete doesn't want." Emily replied with a smile.

"You pay me for this you Asshole" Pete whispered to his friend.

"Hey, aren't you the faithful guy? Just stay that way, brother." Dan replied, his mischievous smile widening.

Somehow Pete managed to hold on, despite the advances from the women. When the situation became too difficult to control, he left the pool and went to the bathroom of a way to send them away before Julia arrived. While he was swinging his long, thick cock, he was surprised by Emily who pushed him, still naked, against the wall and gave him a professional-level blowjob. So professional that he found himself unable to protest. And why would do that? After all, it was just a blowjob; it wasn’t like he was cheating.

He was already searching for excuses for why that blowjob ended with him banging the girl right there in the bathroom when his phone buzzed, and he saw Julia’s message that she was at the front gate. He quickly pushed Emily away and told Dan to hide with the girls in a guest room while he dashed to his suite for a quick shower to wash off the smell of sex. When Julia walked into his room, she found him naked on the bed, waiting with a grin.

"Hey babe, how about that blowjob?" He asked with a smile, acting like nothing was up.

Pete woke up the next day from a bizarre dream where he was a wimp living with the woman he’d hooked up with the night before, too scared to admit he was being used by a gold digger. As if that could ever happen. Yet before he even opened his eyes, he felt his bulging muscles and knew everything was as it should be. It was way too early by his standards, but that was his fault for accepting that partnership with Dan and having to help organize the new Dan's Gym locations around the city. Just thinking about having to find a new name for the franchise almost made him want to stay in bed. But he forced himself to get up.

Passing through the living room on his way to the kitchen, he received a message from the gym’s social manager about the next promo video for Instagram. Dominating the screen were him and Dan, looking more like brothers than just friends, laughing and flexing their muscles after a killer workout that pushed them to their limits.

A momentary doubt crossed Peter’s mind: how was it possible for two people to be so physically similar in habits, tastes, and thoughts? But soon, that fleeting doubt faded away as he heard the voice he’d been waiting for, making him look up.

"I personally think the final result of the project is fantastic."

"I agree. And I see you’re pretty comfy as a guest," he replied with a teasing expression.

"Brother, I’ve been coming here for years. Your parents see me as a second son; I’m way more than just a guest." A grinning Dan replied, lounging on the couch in just his underwear. “More than I can say about that chick you brought home last night—seriously scandalous in bed and worse out. Who was the diva?"

"You don’t know her. Some girl I picked up in college. We crossed paths again recently, and I thought I’d give it another shot, but turns out she expected a lot more than I had to offer. She was not happy when I called a car to take her home."

"You know, for someone so rich, you lack class, bro!"

"Look who’s talking; I heard what you did with those girls in the guest room."

"But I’m not the senator’s son."

"It was my bad. I should’ve ignored her advances and stuck to my no-repeat policy. I’m not looking for any commitment."

"A wonderful thing to hear from a business partner.” Dan said with a mocking tone and a cheeky smile."

"Dan, if there’s one relationship I’m fully committed to, it’s ours—both in business and friendship."

"I know that, brother, and I’m grateful for it. My life wouldn’t be the same without you!"

[saekkas]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒

summary: in which someone catcalls you and he's there to defend.

includes: isagi, nagi, reo, yukimiya, rin, sae, kunigami, kaiser, karasu, bachira, aiku.

note: i split it into two this time because i honestly can't see them doing anything else.

𝐉𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 as if he doesn't know you, even with his hands clearly around your waist. does it to out of love above anything else, it's his way of trying to make you comfortable. will try to be playful with his actions and words but if anyone takes a step towards you? it's on. (you know that, "wear whatever you want, babe. i can fight." that's him atp)

reo, aiku, kaiser, bachira, karasu

the sun's bright overhead, not too blinding, with just the right amount of heat to tan. he sighs in content, the sand underneath his bum perfectly warm as you lather sunscreen on his back. a beautiful beach and a gorgeous girl running her hands down his back? this better be the view he sees at the pearly white gates of heaven.

the hand on his back is smooth and he groans when you gently massage the knots out of his neck. "keep doing that and i might just marry you sooner."

he hears you snort before anything else. there's no other reply and he relaxes once more, leaning his head onto your shoulder. he squints at the sun shining directly into his eyes.

"careful there, hotshot. you might get wrinkles. and i don't want to marry a wrinkly, 68-year-old looking guy."

something blocks the sun from his vision, and he has to blink multiple times, letting his eyes adapt to the change of scenery. he sees you grinning down at him, your face upside down, and the sun's halo shinning behind your head.

"hi, gorgeous." the smile on his face is nothing but awestruck, his eyes molding into the shape of hearts. "missed you and your beautiful face."

there's another snort from you and he yelps at the feeling of cold sunscreen hitting his face.

"me and my beautiful face have been behind you this whole time, loser. who knew you were such a simp."

the droplets on his face are cold but the warmth of your hand rubbing them into his skin makes it all better. his eyes gaze up at your face before trailing down your body, drinking in the sight of your bikini. "you should wear that more often. every day around the house often."

he yelps, scrunching his nose when you playfully bite it.

the touch of your hand on his body is soft and warm, a complete contrast from the rugged sand beneath you both and it has him shivering. "what? can't i compliment my favorite girl?"

he smiles when you plop down on his lap, laughing at the roll of your eyes.

"i'm your only girl," you say, body relaxing into his hold. "well, i better be."

he can only laugh in response, wrapping his hands around your waist and playing with the strap of your top. "i'm only yours, angel. i'm hurt that you'd even think otherwise."

there's a strong gust of wind, blowing sand everywhere as the trees sway in their place. he tightens his hold on you, letting you hide your face in the crook of his neck.

when it subsides, he's quick to place his hand on your cheeks, softly looking into your eyes. "is my baby okay? need me to blow away the sand from your eyes?" his tone is sweet, playful. the pads of his fingers rub circles on your cheeks, and he leans in, placing his forehead against yours. "need me to kiss it better?"

the sound of a high-pitched whistle drowns out your sassy reply of just say you want a kiss and go. a rowdy pair of teenagers stand by the ocean's shoreline, grinning madly when his eyes land on them. their shouts of pretty lady you got there, wanna share? and stop being a hog, let us in on some fun, eh? falls on deaf ears as he looks down at you with a wink.

"no but they're right, eh? i've got such a pretty lady on my lap." his eyes are gentle and calm as the sea, they reflect the worry you feel inside. his hands ground you, picking you up easily to switch positions so that you're covered by his back, safe from prying eyes. "should we go back home for some more fun? what do you say, angel?"

he lays your head down against his chest, letting you hear the gentle thud of his heartbeat. "this beach is overrated anyway. it doesn't even have a lifeguard." he nudges your forehead with his nose, smiling cheekily. "honestly? never mind. that's a good thing because if i were a lifeguard, i'd give you mouth-to-mouth all day long."

his smile widens just a fraction when you giggle, happy to see that your eyes are starting to show their shine.

"you're awful at this," you giggle, pushing his shoulder playfully. "what kind of pickup line was that?"

"oh?" he pretends, widening his eyes as he points at the center of your forehead. you know it's all theatrics, but you fall for it either way. "what's this? do you have a sunburn?"

he trails his finger down your arm and onto your belly, stopping at your thigh when you look at him with confusion.

"what do you mean?" you ask, tilting your head with a small smile. "i put on sunscreen earlier."

he's quick to lean in, pressing a kiss on your cheek. "yeah, you're right. it was just your usual self being hot." the smile on his face widens into a grin when he hears you laugh, and it drives him to nuzzle his nose against your neck.

"there's my angel. or should i say sandcastle? because i want to build my dreams around you."

he leans back, trying to dodge your hand only to laugh as you both fall onto the sand. he looks at you, letting his hand trail down your cheek as you hover above him, matching grins on your faces.

"what was that for?" his laughs have trickled down into low chuckles. he lets himself fully immerse in the sand, propping a hand behind his head. "am i that irresistible, angel?"

"you're such-"

"oh? what's this?" the two boys from earlier watch you with crooked smiles and bad intentions clear in their eyes. they move forward, starting to close in. "should we join in-"

"back off." his eyes are dark, and his voice is low. there's a clear line of annoyance in his tone as he stands, pushing you behind him. his stance is intimidating, clearly protective with the glare set on his usually always smiling face. he quirks an eyebrow, a hint of a smirk appearing on his lips. "or i'll make you."

they back off at his threat, bowing their head to you as they leave.

he holds you in his hands, nuzzling his face into your hair as if he wasn't initiating a fight just a few seconds ago. "let's go, angel. i'll buy us some ice cream." he takes your hand, winking as he playfully taps your bottom.

𝐍𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒, 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐘. he's the type of guy who will not realize someone's bothering you, honestly. if anyone asks why, it's because his eyes and entire being is fixated on you, and you only. why should he even care about some random ant on the street? it's just you and him, his baby, his world. nothing else matters in his eyes.

sae, rin, nagi, yukimiya, kunigami, isagi

"it isn't too crowded today." his words are blunt, a matter of fact that you can't help but giggle at. he eyes you, a ghost of a smile appearing on his lips at the sound. "we should go in before it's too busy."

he takes your hand by your side, slipping it into his as you make your way into the cat cafe. he hums, scrunching his nose and withholding the need to sneeze as he lets you take everything in. the cafe is spacy, a big section for the cats to play in that's separate from the food corner.

he takes a seat near one of the scratching poles, leaning his back on the seat. his eyes are locked in on you, watching as you squat down to pet a cat on its head, chuckling when you startle as the cat jumps to one of the higher beams.

"you're so mean for laughing." he watches the syllables form on your lips, takes in the color and shape of your mouth. it's only when they form into a smirk that he moves his gaze back to your face. "you promised to play with the cats, remember?"

he only blinks up at you, similar to a cat himself, before sighing at your puppy eyes. nodding his head, he sets onto his feet to follow you deeper into the room, looking at the trail of cats that have begun to follow you both.

there's an empty bench that you lead him to and he sits dutifully, letting you plop a cat onto his lap. his motions are mechanical at best, he pats the cat's head, scratches under its ears, and stays away from its tail, the way you showed him how. anyone who's watching can clearly tell the cat isn't his main attention, it's you.

he feels the cat purr in hips lap and continues stroking it, but his eyes are never far from you. he sees you buying a packet of treats, watches as you squat down to feed the little white kitten by your feet, admires as every other cat suddenly comes swarming in. he chuckles to himself, so wholly focused he doesn't realize that someone's come to sit beside him.

"that's such a pretty kitty, mind if i take her home?"

he doesn't answer. not at first. he simply observes you, from the gracefulness of your movements to the sweetness of your smile. he only tears his eyes away to look at the stranger when he laughs.

"can i help you?" his tone is dull, clearly not wanting to be disturbed. he looks at the stranger for a few more seconds before turning back to you, the cat still peacefully asleep in his arms.

"not at all. i just wanted to know whether your cat's for sale."

he doesn't catch the underlying meaning of the stranger's words. you've got a beautiful persian with discolored eyes in your arms now, cooing the name Oscar at the thing. he tilts his head, wondering whether you'll do the same to him for taking you here today.

"i'd like to take her home. play with her until i'm bored, ya know?"

he watches from the corner of his eyes as the stranger leans back against the bench, a sickening smirk on his face. he realizes belatedly that the stranger's looking at you.

anger simmers in his eyes as he looks at the stranger with his coldest eyes, tone uninterested. "you wouldn't be able to take her. she's a feisty one, needs a man to take care of her. not some sleazy bastard."

he watches with boredom as the stranger clenches his fist. there's a hint of a smirk on his face as the stranger starts to stand up, clearly wanting to fight, only to step on cat vomit.

"oh no, oscar!" you gasp from behind the stranger, looking at the cat in your arms worriedly. "are you okay? you sick, baby?"

he watches in amusement as the stranger turns to leave the cafe, his face red. all the while, you remain blissfully unaware, concern swimming in your orbs as you cradle the cat closer to your chest.

"do you think we can adopt?" he sees the confusion on your face, chuckling at the little tilt of your head. he nods to the cat. "oscar's pretty cute. i like him."

he chuckles when you squeal, smiling happily as you place oscar down to pepper kisses on his face.

[qu1cks1lversb1tch]

Day In | Vox x Fem Gen Z!Reader

A/N — f/c = favorite color. It's used like once, but I thought I should clarify for anyone who might get confused <3. Just a little nonsense drabble showing what a classic day off could look like.

Warnings: Valentino existing

Word Count: 440

Summary: Spending a day with the Vees in the tower — only so much could happen

"I hope when you microwave those leftovers later, the container is piping hot but the center of the food is colder than your dead heart." Your cool tone pierced the silence of the room, with your arms crossed over your chest, noting how Vox didn't even look in your direction, instead glancing to Valentino to see his reply.

After what happened in your first month, you weren't all that surprised that he was avoiding you as much as humanly possible.

"I can just mix it up and put it back in for a couple more minutes, I thought you were smarter than that." The moth demon replied.

"That's not the point I'm trying to make, asshole. And you know it."

You had been forced into spending 'quality' time with everyone on the very rare day off.

Avoiding talking to Velvette about the design concepts you drew up for her, and your obvious problems with Vox that stemmed from you being, as he put it: 'a disrespectful little shit'; your only other option was to immerse yourself in spending time with Valentino.

Not your greatest moment.

The bitch wouldn't let you touch the f/c jewels to bedazzle your phone case because he was insistent on using them for his new gun.

It was downright hoe behavior.

"You should calm down, Miel."

You cringed and reached for the glue and the jewels that happened to be your second favorite color. "Don't call me that."

"Why are you taking those ones?" Valentino questioned, glancing at the box of jewels that now laid before you.

"Because I fucking can, Mothman."

"Voxy ~ she's being mean."

The TV demon groaned and looked as if he wanted to slam his screened face into the table until he blacked out from damage to the motherboard.

Velvette snorted and took pictures 'for memories'.

"I wouldn't be mean if you weren't hogging the best color." You huffed, annoyed.

"That's a lie, you and I both know it, babes." Velvette piped up, the sketches before her long abandoned.

"Fine, I'd be less mean. . . What should we eat?" You questioned.

"The flat faced prince picks tonight." Velvette announced.

"Go fuck yourself." Vox said smoothly, although he glitched.

You groaned.

"Pick something good. Or else." You threatened lightly. The boys had a habit of picking stuff only they liked, which left you and Velvette to be the more considerate ones so that you didn't have to hear their bitching.

"Italian?" Vox questioned the table.

"Sounds good." Valentino hummed, placing the last jewel on his gun.

Sounded better than steak for the second night in a row. . . For the second time that week.

[ninibeingdelulu]

Sleepover ✧

Plot: You and Tetsuro were supposed to have a cute moment together…

A/N: More Kuroo content?? Let me know guys

You excitedly smoothed your outfit down one final time, unable to stop grinning in anticipation of your sleepover date with Tetsuro.Clutching your overnight bag, you bounded up the front steps and rapped your knuckles enthusiastically against his front door.

You could scarcely contain the butterflies fluttering in your stomach thinking of cuddling up with your amazing boyfriend all night.

However, the moment Tetsuro pulled open the door wearing an uncharacteristically sheepish expression, your own smile faltered as the raucous noise of rowdy voices assaulted you from inside.

A sudden pang of dismay struck as shouts and laughter echoed through the entryway from what sounded like most of the Nekoma volleyball team.

"Hey babe..."

Tetsuro greeted you, grimacing apologetically as he reached to take your bag.

"I'm so sorry about this. Honestly, I have no clue how the guys even found out I had plans for us tonight."

You couldn't help the small sigh that slipped past your lips, disappointment sinking in even as you tried valiantly to keep the fond smile plastered on your face.

So much for the romantic evening you'd envisioned getting to snuggle up with just the two of you.

Stepping inside, your eyes widened at the chaotic scene spread throughout the living room and kitchen areas.

Nekoma jerseys and half-peeled workout clothes littered every surface while shoving matches and loud debates erupted across various small clusters of Tetsuro's rambunctious teammates.

"I'm so sorry, kitten," Tetsuro murmured again, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face with that adorably sincere furrow creasing his brow.

"I was hoping for a nice quiet night just you and me."

Pushing up onto your tiptoes, you circled your arms around his neck and pulled his lean form close against you, nuzzling into the comforting warmth of his embrace.

"It's okay, Tetsu. We'll still have fun, I'm sure."

You felt him sag gratefully against you, melting into the hug with a low rumbling chuckle that vibrated straight through your chest.

"Have I told you lately you're the absolute best?"

Beaming up at him, you gave a small shrug, heart fluttering at the way those mischievous hazel eyes sparked behind the mess of ebony bedhead framing his handsome face.

"Only every other day or so."

Tetsuro laughed again, ducking his head to steal a quick peck on your lips before straightening and calling over the riotous din.

"Alright, listen up guys!"

You hid a grin as the entire boisterous Nekoma squad froze almost comically at the sound of their captain's authoritative bark. Leering playfully at you, Tetsuro jabbed a thumb towards the living room area.

"Y'all are crashing here tonight? Fine. Then all of you get your bony asses on the floor in there while my girl and I take the bedroom."

A collective groan and wave of protests immediately erupted while you couldn't stifle the giggles bubbling up. "Oh come on, Kuroo! Don't be hogging all the good snuggle spots!" Kenma whined indignantly.

"Not a chance," Tetsuro fired back without missing a beat, snaking an arm around your waist and hauling you tight against his side pointedly.

He smirked wickedly, eyes glinting.

"Keep whining and I'll be sure the two of us make things extra awkward for you all night long."

A fresh chorus of dismayed scoffs and gagging noises filled the room and you couldn't help but laugh brightly as warmth bloomed through your chest.

Sure this evening wasn't exactly going as planned, but just being with Tetsuro and his wild crew meant the world to you.

You truly felt like the luckiest girl alive surrounded by this chaotic makeshift family of dorks.

Leaning into your boyfriend's solid form, you peered up at him adoringly, drinking in the sight of the rare tender expression softening his rakish smirk as Tetsuro met your gaze.

With another soft sigh, you settled in comfortably relishing the night ahead - one definitely destined to be anything but boring with your unbelievably ridiculous partner in chaos.

[kimberly-spirits13]

How Bruce Wayne Is On Your Period

This is really just meant to make me feel better tbh- lol kill me

He won't tell you, but he knows that it's starting 

like come on- the mood swings are terrible, you get more violent on patrol (you put Joker in the hospital for a few days), you're quicker to be snide towards shady business partners, you cried when you dropped a cracker and then went right back to normal, like seriously 

When you start to get bad PMS symptoms, you don't do patrol for the week

It's hard to control feelings, thoughts, and painful cramps while fighting crime

You're basically on probation from patrol

You and Alfred make a lot of food (or Alfred makes it happily and you devour it)

Bruce tries not to stay away during patrol for too long since you start to worry about him and he really, really worries about you when you're not feeling well

He makes sure to bring home lots and lots and lots of chocolate and meds if that's what you need

Goes to your favorite bakery and gets a massive amount of whatever you want 

Makes sure that you get plenty of water

like all the water because it helps so much 

Is totally fine with you raiding his closet for any sweatpants and massive t shirts

doesn't care if there's blood anywhere or if you ruin a set of sheets

he's a billionaire, it's not a loss 

he makes sure you aren't uncomfortable or if you need space, that you have it but you know that he's there when you need 

Sometimes being around guys when you're on your period is gross and idk why it's just like ugh get away from me you trash bag 

speaking of trash bags, if anything grosses you out or starts to make you feel icky (even if it usually doesn't), he totally removes it from your presence 

for me, it's cheese and weird or strong smelling things 

or anything that looks slimy or too rough *bleh*

If you're ever feeling bloated or just really really gross, Bruce is the hype man

"no gorgeous, you're stunning, exquisite, perfect, amazing, I'm in the presence of an angel babe." he'll spin you around and press kisses all over you 

"No, don't say that about yourself, you're so pretty, you're not gross."

I mean he's like this all the time, but he'd definitely play way way into it if you're feeling down

If you're married and wearing a wedding ring, he gets the ring custom made to be adjustable incase you fingers swell 

I can see you expressing something nasty about yourself like that you hate a scar or you feel like you're stupid or something and he'll start crying when you start crying 

like don't say that dude it's not nice to yourself 

You feel like a sweaty hog because your body is pushing out blood and tissue 

you're going into mini labour, leave yourself alone

When you can't sleep, he pulls you very tightly into him and plays with your hair 

braids it into a hundred tiny braids or brushes it 

anything that relaxes you

you probably have a treasure trove of comfort movies and tv shows and if you can't sleep or just want to watch something, he'll happily stay up with blankets wrapped around the two of you and watch whatever

rubs your back and makes sure that you're taking pain medicine every few hours to stay in your system 

sometimes when he's working in the cave and you're lonely but not feeling good, you'll wrap yourself in a large blanket and sit on his lap, head against his chest while he works

He thinks you're like a cat and finds it adorable 

You basically turn into a cat for a week and maybe some change and he finds it very very funny

makes sure that there are no galas or any meetings that you have to deal with

plans events and meetings around your periods to make sure that when you're on it, you don't have to deal with high society because they make anyone's blood boil (no pun intended)

When you get mad or start crying, he doesn't take it personally at all and just lets you get it out

sometimes laying in the fetal position for a few hours and falling asleep is the best thing that can happen for periods and he will happily cuddle you the entire time, even if it's not the optimal position for cuddling 

he tries to stay as neutral as possible on subjects when you're on your period so that you don't kill someone because he seemed equally as unhappy 

trust me, period mood swings are incapacitating, it's not a snarky thing, it's just so so sosososoososososoooooooo bad

please don't talk to me when I'm in my mood swing phase, I'll accidentally insult you and then cry about it later or decide never to talk to you again 

Local villains will not pull insane shenanigans while you're on you're period because they're terrified 

Terrified. 

if batman has to call in the calvary, its the calvary call out of hell

You're busting skulls and taking names the entire time 

Bruce is scared, the villain is scared, everyone is terrified of this blood thirsty being that wants everyone to be in as much pain as they are

Bruce knows that the world is insufferable and being super hormonal and feeling disgusting and being in pain doesn't help ignoring that fact, or even just living with it

He just wants you to feel better 

Bruce gets sad when you don't feel well 😂

[nightmare-niko]

ATEEZ responses to “What are we?” [Hyung Line]

Warnings: NON IDOL ATEEZ!! NO MENTIONS OF Y/N!! GENDER NEUTRAL READER!! a lot of lying down and doing nothin! Mentions of weed!

A/n: I found this prompt list on Pinterest! I can link my Pinterest page on my master list!! Also you can def tell which members are my favorites😅 sorry not sorry!!

Copying or translating my writing is not allowed. If you see my work on another site it is stolen. Reblogs are appreciated and encouraged.

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Kim Hongjoong:

You would spring the question. on him randomly one night while hanging out in your room. Both of you in baggy pjs, limbs tangled together on your bed.

The room was dimly lit by the purple LED lights lining your nearby desk. You were calm, too calm. That’s why you popped your head up to look at the man next to you.

“Hongjoong, what are we?”

You watched as the corners of his mouth curled up, “You know what we are. You just wanna hear me say it.” He lifted his hand up to play with a lose piece your your hair.

Guilty. You blush, “maybe i do, Maybe I don't…”

He let’s out a content sigh, “you’re mine, l'm yours. Sound good?"

“Sounds perfect.”

Park Seonghwa:

The two of you have been friends for a while. Most of your hangouts consisted of you hogging Seonghwa’s bed while he sat at his desk while he played legos.

Every once in a while you would show him a funny post. After a while, your mind started to wander. You found your eyes falling onto Seonghwa. He wasn’t paying attention to you, all of his focus was on the LEGO set taking up his whole desk. You had bought it for him not too long ago.

The cashier had asked you if the set was for you. Not bothering to lie, you told her they were for your friend. But was Seonghwa just your friend? Buying a boy a set of legos was practically marriage in this day and age!

…Were you and Seonghas a couple— or just friends? You didn't know for sure.

“What are we?" You broke the silence with your intense question.

You heard him chuckle at your question, “I don’t thing that’s up to just me, now is it?”

You were taken aback at his honesty, "well I don't know? Do you like me?"

"Of course,” His voice was as calm as ever while you felt your heartbeat slowly rise. “Do you like me?”

You hum, "sometimes.” You joke.

“Wha-!" He whips his chair around, fake betrayal painted on his beautiful features.

"I'm Kidding!" You smile at him.

Seonghwa crosses his arms across his chest, pouting cutely. "I take it back I don’t like you anymore."

Jeong Yunho:

[a/n 2.0: I use the terms pen and vape interchangeably but I’m talking abt a normal weed pen🤓]

You and Yunho were best friends.

All best friends have rituals, some may shop, or play videogames. But for you and your best friend, it was smoking weed in your room. Yunho wasn’t allowed to smoke at the dorm due to Seonghwa’s rules, he lucked out that his best friend had their own place.

You balanced all of your stacks on top of eachother. Slowly making your way to your bed where Yunho layed sprawled out. You dumped everything onto him before kicking off your slippers and moving him out of the way.

“You take up so much room, bro." You complain, taking out your pen and clicking it five times to turn it on. Before you could even take your first hit of the night, Yunho was taking the pen out of your hand and taking one long hit.

"Thanks babe," he throws the vape back into your general direction.

You groan and cursed at him under your breath, Flustered at the nickname. You were thankful for the dim lighting. Finally taking your first hit, you take a moment to take in Yunhos apperence.

His face bare, his sort black hair fell perfectiy over his forhead. The hood From his hoodie was pulled on, he looked beautiful, but when did he not?

Too busy staring, you forgot to exhale your puff, the burn becoming too much before you let out a nasty cough. Gasping dramatically you reach out to Yunho who nonchalantly opens a water bottle before putting up to your lips to drink.

"Thanks baby." You blow him a kiss, and he giggles softly. God he was perfect.

As the night went on, the two of you got higher, passing the pen back and forth. Maybe it was just the weed (definitely wasn’t), but your best friend was looking too hot for your own good.

Here the two of you were, shoulder to shoulder on your bed, Sharing snacks and drinks. Almost as if the two of you were a couple. More times than not you felt like a couple, how come the two of you hadn't had the conversation?

“What are we?” Your hand flies to slap over your mouth. It was too late, your didn't mean to say that out loud. “wait no-I didn't."

His laughter rung out in your otherise quiet bedroom. Yunho turns on his side to face you, you mirror him, “whatever we are, I wouldn’t ask for anything difterent.”

The two of you couldn’t keep serious at his cheesy line. Immediately breaking out in loud laughter, “Mr. Cool guy over here!!” You tease him, hiding your face against his chest to conceal your laughter.

Smiling ear to ear, his large hand wraps around your arm gently, pulling you back to look at him. "I just wanted to seem cool, you made me nervous!”

Kang Yeosang:

Yeosang wasn’t the biggest fan of physical affection. But for some reason he can't fathom the thought of sleeping with out you in his arms. The two of you didnt live together, not technically.

That didnt stop the two of you from being in the same bed everynight. When you weren't together, he would text you to tell you he couldn’t sleep. Then the next day one of his roomates would text you about how grumpy your boyfriend was.

Wait- Boyfriend? No - Yeosang wasn't—was Yeosang your boyfriend?!

When you heard your front door open and close, your heart sunk. He had a hey, of course he did. What if he got out of work when you weren't home? Going back home to an empty bed was a big no for him.

You stayed on your bed anxiously, his footsteps grew louder as he approached your room.

“Hey, Yeosang. How was work?” You croak out timidly.

Letting his bag flop of his arm he furrows his eyebrows. "Yeosang?" He questions.

"That's your name last l checked,” you chuckle.

"Not to you? Is something wrong?"

You sigh and smile at him, “no Sangie, nothings wrong,” you try your best to reassure him, "Go shower quickly and come back. You’re all sweaty

“Okay..." He looks at you suspiciousy, not convinced your not mad.

One quick shower later and Yeosang was back in your room, excitedly making his way into his Side of your bed. You cursed yourself mentally for being so freaked out about something stupid it was freaking Yeosang out.

“Are you sure nothings wrong…?”

“What are we?” You blurt out, looking at the boy next to you. He looked stunning, his hair pushed away from his face, under his hair you could still see his birth mark.

"Whatever you’d like us to be, silly." He smiles gently.

You pause for a moment, somewhat surprised at how calmly he answered you. "So…boyfriend girlfriend?"

"That's fine by me, darling. But I’m tired so let’s sleep.”

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