#after you workout sooooo

[possibly-in-wonderland]

*evily giving jo my lactose intolerance, jackie my ibs, and discord my problem with hearing shit*

right her

[seiwas]

IRIS I AM LITERALLYABSJXNID XOMF 😭😭😭😭 i love him . thank u . i love him . i loooooooooove him . i ran out of tags iris but him asking for ur socials if numbery is uncomfy? the cherry on top he is literally the dream . the respectful boy to ever . and i need him . want him . NEOOOOOOOOOOOWWW

in a world of boys, he's a gentleman

summary: a creep walks up to the shake stand window. your favorite customer scares him off. (college au!iwaizumi x you)

wc: 1.9k

cw/tags: college!au iwaizumi, creepy dude but he gets scared off don't worry, buff iwa gets nervous around you

note: so there's a protein shake stand like right outside my school's gym and that's where the inspiration for this little brain fart came from. also this is wholeheartedly dedicated to @shotorus my favorite iwa simp. i really hope you like this, it's my first time writing for your man but it most definitely will not be the last :D

likes, replies, and reblogs are appreciated <3

You didn’t anticipate finding a gym crush outside of the student rec center. Yet, there he was, every day at 5:00 passing the stand and every day at 6:30 ordering his usual, strawberries and bananas with chocolate protein powder. It’s a wonder how strictly he stuck to his schedule and you made it a point to have his order queued up in the system by the time he got to the window. To your detriment, it seemed that your infatuation had become obvious enough to your usually-oblivious coworkers. 

“At this point, I think you took this job just to ogle him,” one of your friends points out as she runs a colander of fruit under the faucet. You give her a lighthearted glare and she flicks a few water droplets at you. “I’d guess you like seeing him more than the tips that other guys put in the jar. You really do so much for this company,” she says patronizingly and you roll your eyes. She had a point; you tended not to notice the phone numbers written on dirty napkins or social media handles hastily drawn on dollar bills. None of them interested you. None of them, except for the dude with a body like a Greek hero that made you want to get kidnapped by some mythological being. 

“I just think he has a nice physique; is that such a bad thing?” She shoots you a skeptical look and you turn away sheepishly to check the clock. Thirty seconds to 6:30. “He should be here in a little bit,” you say quietly to yourself, hoping she doesn’t hear. It’s a nice sentiment, but ultimately futile. 

“You’re counting down the seconds? Man, you’re worse than I thought.” She pats your shoulder sympathetically as she passes behind you and you lean your hands on the register counter. 

“As if you’ve never had a gym crush before,” you fire back. 

“You’re supposed to actually be inside the gym to have a gym crush,” she reminds you and you groan. “Why don’t you just switch your shift so you can see him while you workout?”

“I tutor before this, remember? Plus, I need to be able to charm the evening regulars so I can keep paying rent,” you admit. She nods in understanding and a glance at the clock shows ten seconds until 6:30. Your other usuals had come and gone for the day: the guy in the blue tank top that only seemed to work his forearms and biceps, the girl with the silly socks that had the most muscular calves you’d ever seen, the two frat bros with their backwards caps and arrogant voices. It hits 6:30, however, and your favorite regular isn’t behind the glass. He isn’t anywhere around, you realize. You can’t help the frown that draws the corner of your mouth down and, when you look to your coworker for support, she merely shrugs before grabbing a tub of powder from the top shelf. “It’s odd that he isn’t here yet.”

“Only you would think that,” she teases and you refocus on pulling up his usual order on the payment screen. “Maybe he got sick. There’s that frat flu going around right now.”

“Why would he be in a frat, though? And also, he’s definitely the type to wipe the hell out of every machine he uses.”

“If he uses machines; personally, he strikes me as a free weights-only kind of guy.” Before you can reply, a knock on the glass startles you back into customer-service mode. The man in front of you looked relatively normal, but the way his eyes looked you up and down several times made your stomach queasy. It wasn’t the first time creeps had checked you out through the window, but maybe you were feeling a little extra vulnerable waiting around for a regular who didn’t even know your name. Avoiding the man’s intrusive gaze, you shakily pull up his order, swipe his card for payment, and let him know that his shake would be ready soon. 

“I have a question,” he says slowly before you can run and hide in the back. “What time are you out of here?”

“I’m not done for a while,” you state vaguely, praying that he wouldn’t ask about the remaining two and a half hours of your shift. “I work until closing.”

“I can come back and get you when you close.” His voice makes your skin crawl and his eyes feel like knives on your body.

“Excuse me?”

“Let me take you out to dinner. A nice looking person like you shouldn’t be alone at night.” Your heart drops into your stomach and your feet remain rooted to the floor, terrified in place. Was he gonna try to do something after you were off?

“Look, I’m not interested in any–”

“Hey, man. Are you done ordering yet? You’re holding up the line,” intrudes a voice that feels like a warm blanket wrapping around your shoulders. Somewhere between his usual order time and the creep asking you out, your favorite little crush came to stand in line to pay. His shoulders seemed extra broad today and the muscle of his biceps flexed under his compression shirt as he crossed his arms over his chest, staring daggers down at the guy who was freaking you out. He’d never looked so handsome, all sharp jawline and flexed muscles and piercing eyes. The creep recoils and scurries away, allowing you to take a deep breath that helps relieve some of the tension in your forehead. By pure muscle memory and running on adrenaline, your fingers swipe over the tablet and pull up his usual order before he can even say hello. 

“Strawberry and banana with chocolate protein powder, right?”

“Yeah, that…that’s mine,” he says, slightly taken aback by the lingering expression of panic on your face. While he eyes you warily, you swipe his card and hand him his receipt, suddenly desperate to just disappear into the back for the rest of your shift. “Hey, are you okay?”

“What? No, yeah. I’m fine, totally fine,” you lie and give him a weak smile. His eyebrows furrow slightly and you can feel him try to analyze you, but not in the dehumanizing way as your previous customer. His eyes searched your expression worriedly and you caught him biting skin from his lip in concern. “It’s just that the guy before you was being a little weird.” Calling him “weird” was an understatement, but you didn’t want to inconvenience him more than you already have. “I’m fine, really.” He watches you for a moment more and then nods, murmuring a thank you under his breath and finding a spot to wait for his shake. 

“This fell on the floor by the trash can,” he says plainly when he walks up to the pickup window after you call out his drink. The creepy guy hadn’t left the area yet, so your fight or flight instincts were still going haywire. Your gym crush, however, momentarily takes your attention by subtly sliding a dirty piece of paper across the counter to you as he picks up his cup with the other hand. “Thanks; I’ll see you tomorrow.” Before you can blink, he’s gone, leaving you with a cryptic folded message that makes your head spin. You sputter out an awkward farewell and hastily unfold the piece of paper. 

I’ll be studying in the computer lab until the stand closes. If he’s still bothering you, come find me and I’ll walk you to your car or your dorm or wherever. -Iwaizumi Hajime 

A sturdy rectangle of plastic falls from the paper and you stare at it in disbelief. It was an ID card for the university’s after-hours patrol division with his picture, full name, and student number printed on it. Iwaizumi, you echo mentally, you’re too good to be true. And, true to his promise, he’s a respectful distance away and stands with his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants at 9:00 when you lock up the shake stand. You’d lost sight of the creep an hour after Iwaizumi picked up his drink, but the paranoia didn’t leave your body and you’re only able to relax when he approaches you. 

“This is yours,” you say, handing him his ID card with a small smile. “Thank you for looking out for me.”

“Of course. I’m sorry you had to deal with him,” he replies regretfully, uncomfortably adjusting his water bottle tucked into the crook of his elbow. “None of the guys at the gym like him. He’s always hitting on girls and giving them weird looks.” 

“Looks like he was forced to look outside the gym, then,” you laugh lightly, feeling the tension release from your shoulders as you walk next to Iwaizumi in the direction of the parking lot. “Did your drink still taste okay? Or did my nervousness make it taste funny?” When he chuckles, it sounds like sunshine. 

“It was just as tasty as it always is, thank you. You’ve really figured out how to make me the perfect drink every time.”

“Anything for my favorite customer,” you say without hesitation and your face feels like it’s been lit on fire. To your surprise, however, it seemed that Iwaizumi was just as flustered by your words. His eyes widen and his pretty mouth gapes a little bit, blinking rapidly to fix the short circuit in his brain. “I just hope he doesn’t come around here again. He makes my stomach churn.”

“Yeah, I get that,” he forces out and he’s silent for a while until your car is in sight. “Hey, sorry if this is super off-base, but do you wanna workout with me sometime? I can change the time I go but, if it means you don’t feel scared by that guy anymore, I’ll gladly rearrange my schedule.” 

“You want me to workout with you?”

“I’d like to meet you for lunch sometime, too, but I figured I’d start with baby steps,” he admits, running a hand nervously through his hair while you fish your keys from your bag. “If you don’t want to, that’s totally fine–”

“No, no, I’d love to,” you reassure him and he looks visibly relieved. “I’ll change up my shift so you can still go around the same time you usually do, and I can just meet you outside. I’ve been needing a new spotter since mine picked up extra shifts in the library.” 

“Great, yeah, awesome,” he says, a little dumbfounded by how eagerly you would give him a chance. If he was being honest, he’d wanted to ask you your name for months since you memorized his order, but he didn’t want to come off as pushy and ruin his chance with you. “Do you, uh, mind if I give you my number? Or I can give you a social media handle too if you’re not comfortable sharing your number.” God, he’s so good. He is so, so good. “Can you let me know you get home safe?”

“I will,” you promise. “Thank you for everything, Iwaizumi.”

“You can call me Hajime, if you want,” he offers softly and the fondness in his voice makes your heart flip. “Iwaizumi is fine too. Anything is fine.” 

“Right,” you smile. “Well, goodnight, Hajime. Get home safe.”

“You too. Talk soon, okay?”

“I can’t wait.”

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[ennabear]

abby x gymrat!reader 🤗

MDNI

*ੈ you guys are the scariest bitches in the room. imagine two of the most muscular people you’ve ever seen. and they’re dating. double rbf’s, double strength, double trouble!!!!

*ੈ abby and you always have to go to the gym at different times. if you do go at the same time, one of two things will happen. 1) you guys end up totally distracted and turned on, leaving early to go home and fuck it out. or 2) it turns into a competition of who can lift more, ending in you both getting kicked out and sore the next day.

*ੈ being strong enough to pick her up. :((( abby falling asleep on the couch so you pick her up bridal style and carry her to bed!!! brb gonna sob!!

*ੈ innocent pillow fights that turn into full on wrestling. you guys are on top of each other on the most uncomfortable and awkward positions fighting to pin the other to the ground for more than 5 seconds.

*ੈ adding to the last one,,,, arm wresting that lasts for like 10 minutes because neither of you are weak enough to lose. both of your muscles are bulging out of your arms but your hands stay right in the middle of the two of you.

*ੈ you don’t buy clothes for yourself anymore, you buy them for the two of you. once you moved in and the laundry got mixed together for the first time, it was game over. although, she prefers wearing the clothes that you just wore because they still smell like you. what a sweetie!!

*ੈ nobody dares to flirt with her in public because they get scared off once they see her equally intimidating girlfriend a few feet behind her. you guys are two big scary guard dogs who protect each other.

*ੈ doing hip thrusts with her on your lap and vice versa. she’s blushing because she’s so charmed by you. and her eyes are locked onto your arm muscles that are still glistening with sweat.

*ੈ BATTLING for dominance. like physically pushing her down onto the bed because now it’s your turn to top. and this happens every time!!! neither of you are willing to give up your position as dom so instead you have to fight for it.

*ੈ you two probably both walk around pretty much naked when you’re home alone. what’s the point in wearing outside clothes when you and your hot gf both have perfectly sculpted muscles??

*ੈ massages are frequent for the two of you. it’s not rare that you end up sore after upping your lifts just a little. but abby’s hands are so gentle and soft and they make whatever pain go away.

*ੈ don’t even get me started on YOU massaging her. she falls asleep almost instantly. being in her nice warm bed with the love of her life soothing her sore muscles. she just feels so safe and in love with you, can you blame her?

*ੈ you guys buy so much protein powder and so many protein bars. she’d try all of those energy shots with you, even the ones with raw egg. no matter how bad it tasted, she’s glad that you had to suffer with her. <33

*ੈ sooooo much gym equipment in your house/apartment. weights everywhere, and those little pull up bars that go in the door way!!!

*ੈ the post workout pics go crazy!!!!! abby single-handedly ruining your life by sending you a picture of her, completely shirtless, muscles bulging, and with her hair down, slightly wavy from her braid. crazy!!!!!! you best believe she’s getting pinned to the bed the second she gets home.

*ੈ you sending her a post workout pic, your muscles are sweaty and you’re genuinely exhausted, but the bulge of your strap underneath your sweatpants is enough to get abby to beg and give up topping for just one night.

*ੈ and being able to fuck her four hourssss!!!!! absolutely destroying her with your strap and not even getting tired because you have the most insane stamina. and you’ll make her take it, overstimulating her until she’s crying and begging!!!!

[thefirstforgottenpages]

I Learn From The Best

Authors note: hhhhhh was on a flight and that’s enough time to write a long fic sooooo buckle up buttercups

Also MAJOR disclaimer, I may have “beef” with liv for injuring Rhea, but under no circumstance condone the threats and harassment she’s getting. At the end of the day it should never be that deep… 

Warnings: Rhea Ripley x fem reader smut, wrestler! Reader, mommy/mami kink, oral, fingering, praise, squirting, swearing, liv morgan (she’s an opp rn lmao), 

“Baby I’m gonna be just fine.” You offhandedly shrug your response to Rhea and continue to punch at your training dummy. Rhea shakes her head at your cockiness, smirking as she steps in front of you, forcing you to stop your aggressive jabs. You were scheduled to fight Liv Morgan later today, and wanting nothing more than to avenge Rhea, you were putting in your all. A small grin graces your features as Rhea reaches out, grabbing your waist and pulling you in, careful to be gentle with her sprained shoulder. “You’re so hot when you’re feral.” Rhea jokes with a low chuckle. You roll your eyes, but nonetheless lean into the strong arms of your girlfriend.

“I’ll riptide her to get the message across.” You snort fiddling with Rhea’s layered necklaces—something you know she secretly loves, “she’ll think it’s you reincarnated.” You continue. Rhea shakes her head amused by your antics. “C’mon I got you food.” She says gesturing to the exit to the gym. You lick your lips, happy to have a distraction from the strenuous workout. Huffing, you agree, grabbing her hand and letting her drag you towards the door.

You felt little nerves about the match as it approached. Training with Dominik, Damian and Finn had helped up your pain tolerance and get into the mindset of a smaller opponent, now knowing how Liv’s thought process would be. So as you got ready, you allowed your mind to wander to what you were going to do after the match. Or, rather, more accurately, who was going to do you after the match. Your cheeks warmed at the thought of the lewd promises that were whispered to you. “Just a little motivation.” Rhea had purred to you earlier. “Motivation indeed.” You grin you yourself as you make your way backstage. 

Bouncing on the balls of your feet you wait for your music to play, when it does, you make the your way to the ring, a sinister smile gracing your lips as you eye Liv up. Your smile turns more genuine however, when you see Rhea sitting first row. With the coolness of her persona, she nods back in acknowledgement, but the arousing glint in Rhea’s blue eyes told more. They reminded you to the hopefully eventful night you had ahead of you. Winking at her, you slip into the ring waiting for the bell to start the match.

Being the favorite, the crowd was screaming itself hoarse for you, but an awed hush fell as you displayed your strength yet again in the match by throwing Liv like a rag doll. You found yourself laughing darkly as you sauntered to her crumpled form. You hoisted her up, making sure your next words were loud enough for the mics to pick up 

“Oh and this one’s from Rhea.” You spit before slamming her into Rhea’s signature pin. The crowd’s responding roar was even more deafening than before. You stuck your tongue out suggestively, eyes once more scanning the crowd before they found Rhea’s prideful gaze. As the ref called the three count, you beamed, throwing Liv’s legs to the side before walking with authority out of the ring. 

“Fucked that girl right up!” Dominik laughed as you got backstage, “couldn’t have done it better myself!” He grins childishly as you laugh. Damien voiced similar regards to your skill, but with less vulgarity laced in his words. “Did good kid,” he chuckled musing your hair as you received a happy punch to the arm from Finn. You then gasped as you felt a hand smooth over the curve of your hip. You know who it is before a different, knowing smile spreads on your face. Your name is cooed softly in your ear before a soft kiss is placed on your cheek. Your face blooms red as you tuck your chin into your chest. “The riptide was a nice touch.” Rhea says wrapping her arms around you. Her fingers dance nimbly up your sides, being sure to brush against any exposed skin your wrestling outfit flaunted.

“I learn from the best you know.” Your cheeky reply has her snorting, nudging her face into your neck.  The soft swirl of arousal in your belly that you get from the simple affection has you mentally face palming, but, with Rhea looking like she wants to eat you alive, it seems that your sentiment is returned. “Fucking hell get a room!” Finn’s disgusted groan has you and Rhea pulling sharply away from each other. Damian said nothing, but the knowing look he gave Rhea had her shrugging, a little bit red, and shaking her longer hair to cover her face. 

“Maybe we will.” You mumble softly, eyes immediately widening at the boldness of your self-inflicted embarrassment. Much to your relief however, the group of guys only laugh, unaware to the sincerity that lies behind your jest. 

Rhea was well aware of your slip up, you watch in badly suppressed lust as her jaw clenched and she shifts her legs tighter together. Her hand on your hip travels lower and you nearly arch at the warm sensation. When you let out a shaky breath, Rhea coughs, speaking up to address the group. “We’ll catch up with you guys later… we’re going back to the hotel.”  Her quick excuse has them nodding offhandedly, not understanding the underlying implications. 

Rhea smiles at you coyly as you nudge your side into hers and she hails a taxi your way quirking her brow as you hurriedly get inside. “What’s got you in a rush doll?” Rhea pretends to fix her black lipstick, swiping two fingers over her plump lips, she holds your gaze as she does so, smirking as you shift in your seat. Her teasing has you pouting prettily, blinking up at her as you pray for the trip back to be shorter than physically possible.

As soon as you were in the hotel room, no time was wasted. All it took was one look of hunger from Rhea and you were hurriedly ridding yourself of the complicated strappy garment you had on. Her rushed hands brushed over your body. You moaned at her eagerness, already too enraptured to care if you sounded needy. You knew she wanted this just as much as you did. “Does—oh-does your shoulder hurt?” Even in this state your concern shines through the pleasure. Rhea silences your worries with a biting kiss before she shakes her head.

“Always worried about me, yeah?” Rhea’s tone sounds cocky, but the affectionate kisses she then places on your cheeks tell a different story. “Always.” You confirm breathless, carefully helping her remove her own shirt. The pathway to the bed was strewn with various articles of clothing, and Rhea chuckles in satisfaction as you push her onto the bed. 

You giggle as she flips the both of you over, caging your body beneath hers as she presses her lips to your now bare chest.  “You look good like this.” Rhea’s voice has dropped to a deep rasp as she eyes the black lipstick marks she’s left on your smooth skin.

“Just good?” You bait, a dizzy smile on your blushed face. Rhea only looks smug before her hand trails up to your throat. The whimper you let out as she does so is loud and drawn out. “Beautiful actually.” Rhea clarifies grinning wider at your state, her other hand slowly trails down below your stomach. 

“I— holy fuck!” Your plea is cut short when Rhea’s skilled fingers shut you up. You arch into her hand as she finds your clit, “What was that darling?” It’s cruel because Rhea knows you can’t answer in this state. And as her middle and ring finger circle your soaked hole, you shake your head vigorously not being able to form a response. “Good girl,” she praises you simply, but your body reacts to her words blatantly. “Rhea…” you trail off unintelligibly and the whine in your voice has her groaning softly and rutting against the mattress as she pleasures you. “You’re so fucking tight sweetheart.” Rhea sighs as she curls her fingers.

Your eyes roll back as she rubs against your g-spot. “F-fuck mommy!” You choke out hand coming up to grip Rhea’s that was still delicately wrapped around your throat. “Feels good hmm?” Rhea questions, leaning closer to bite into your neck. No doubt leaving hickeys that you would have trouble covering up tomorrow. Your breath hitches once more as she adds another finger to your pussy. Your brain is moving slower than honey, the only thing that’s registering is how fucking good Rhea is finger fucking you. The lewd sounds that she was milking out of you would be embarrassing if you weren’t already so close to coming undone. You were quick to cover your face with your hands as Rhea noticed your change in demeanor. “Your gonna cum for me?” Even though Rhea voices it as a question, it’s more of a statement because she knows you will. “Yes—please Rhea-mommy please!” Your mewls are pornographically loud and Rhea moans at your neediness. “Since you asked so nicely.” She purrs to you before her thumb circles your clit with a precision that sends you over the edge moaning her name.

You were still drunk on the pleasure as you pulled Rhea in, your fingers gliding through her silky hair as you kissed her. She allows you to push her gently back once more as you grab at her plush thighs. As you inch further down, you’re keenly aware of the needy gasps that slip past Rhea’s parted lips. “Baby… please?” Her soft question is barely audible causing you giggle at her insistence. But you can’t deny her. How could you? Rhea chokes as you place several open mouthed kisses into her dripping cunt. “You’re a—a fucking tease.” She manages, grabbing a fistful of your hair. You press your lips to her inner thigh before you respond, voice as coy as ever.

“I learn from the best.”

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I usually write thinking from a prey perspective, but was feeling hungry after eating salads for a month and switched to pred for this story.

DIET BACKFIRED

I love my weight. I think my belly looks great on me. When I see those old statues of historical figures with dad bods I see myself and love it. But after gaining 25 pounds in a few months from stress, I decided to try out a diet for a bit, just to be cautious of my health. Man, it was hard. And this morning my hunger took control.

I was preparing a salad, heated up some chicken to mix in, sprinkled in some shredded cheese, spinach, lettuce, cucumber, tomato and such. All I could think about was how wonderful it would feel to have a full belly again. Not just feeling satisfied, but pigging out and shoving as much down my maw as possible. Feeling the gainer bug while also trying to diet was not going to work for me. I tore through my cabinet to find an old box of cookies. I opened the box, came to my senses and closed it, then decided I didn’t care and ate the remainder in one sitting. To try to slow myself down and tire out my palette, I tried to eat a bunch of lettuce, but then added a bunch of croutons and snacks without thinking. I still felt hungry, but just left the kitchen to stop myself.

Later, I hung out with my work-out buddy, Max, and vented about my hunger, “I’m still eating a lot! Just replacing chips with a lot of low fat snacks. So if the quantity of food I’m eating is the same, why am I always feeling sooooo hungry? Ugh.”

“Bro, sounds like you need a cheat day. But, hey, if you’re stressed about having too much high fat food, I can help you eat big while still holding back on the chips.”

“Well it can be helpful to sit with the feeling for a while. So if you start feeling hungry, write down exactly what you are craving and what that feels like. By the time you are done writing it out, if you’re still hungry for it… go for it. If the feeling passes, then move on,” Max continued.

“I’m sure we could try it, but I don’t see how much of a difference it’ll make.” I replied. I knew Max worked as some sort of private personal trainer or something on the side, so I felt inclined to believe him, but my stomach was doubtful.

After our workout, we visited a smoothie place and got large chocolate banana protein smoothies (after writing out what I was craving and waiting a moment before deciding to go through with it). I sucked mine down so fast I got a mild brain freeze.

“So how are you feeling? Hungry for another one?” Max asked, playfully placing a hand on my gut and giving it a quick rub.

“Ugh, I would totally go for a burger and fries right now… no, onion rings… actually both,” I replied, as Max handed me a notepad and pen. I wrote down the menu in my mind and thought about how it can be nice to feel so full without another care in the world.

“It’s been a few minutes… still hungry?” Max said with a sly smile.

“What do you think?” I asked him, lifting my gym shirt up to reveal my hairy belly, which gave a perfectly timed gurgle.

Max drove to my favorite burger joint and ordered a few meals and insisted on paying “This is my idea, don’t worry about it… for science!”

After downing two large burgers, a full bag of onion rings and a couple sides of fries, plus an apple that came with Max’s meal that he was too full to finish, I sat with my gut extended out in front of me.

Max leaned over to me, pulled my shirt up over my belly and patted it with his closed fist as if knocking at a door, “So how are you doing, hungry guy?” He put his ear to my side and listened intently to the stomach gurgles, occasionally making sounds of “Mmm,” “Yes, I see,” “Interesting.” I couldn’t help but burst out laughing at the absurdity of Max speaking to my belly.

“What’s so funny about listening to your gut? Intuitive eating is no joke,” Max said with a joking smile, “What is your stomach telling you?”

I thought for a moment, grabbed the notepad and wrote down ‘Though I should be full and done eating… Ice cream would hit the spot right now… Surely that would fill me up, and fill the void the low fat snacks have opened.’ I handed Max the written note.

Max looked from my belly to my eyes with a poker face, “I know just the place.”

In a few minutes we rolled up to Max’s apartment. Inside he pulled out some pints of cookies and cream ice cream and some mint chocolate chip. He handed me a spoon and opened the containers and sat across from me.

“Do you want me to get a bowl?” I asked.

“Nah. Try to intuitively eat. Just eat until your body feels done.”

“So… eat until there’s a nationwide ice cream shortage?”

Max threw his head back laughing, “If we get to that point, maybe we’ll pivot to a new tactic, but for now, feel free to eat as much as you want.” He looked endearingly into my eyes, and I felt my gut rumble, whether by digestion or hunger, or both, I couldn’t discern.

As I scooped down ice cream, we chatted about hunger, about scarcity mindset when it comes to food, and he told me some interesting facts about digestion and how to make room in one's stomach faster than normal by laying on the left side.

“Is this the stuff people need to know for your personal training work and such?” I asked.

“Personal training stuff?” Max gave a look of puzzlement then laughed, “I think I said that sarcastically a while back. A few guys pay me to help them gain weight and eat big. So sort of a personal trainer, but kind of the opposite effect that most would expect.”

“Ohhh, this tactic makes a bit more sense now,” I replied, continuing to eat the ice cream.

“Well, I thought if I encouraged you to experience the ability to eat as much as you want without restriction, you’ll realize that you don’t have to eat everything. It sounds like you are always hungry, because you are always denying that you want food.”

“Hmm, I suppose that’s true,” I went to scoop up more ice cream then realized I’d eaten all of it.

“How are you feeling?” Max asked, rubbing the top of my belly.

I felt a grumble deep in my stomach.”I can definitely feel my belly full of food, but I also could definitely do the whole thing all over again.”

Max considered me for a moment, then started listing off some random digestion facts again. He put his head on my stomach again, lifted my shirt off my body, listened again, took his hands and gently opened my mouth wide and peered down my throat, until I started laughing and he couldn't hold my mouth open.

“What are you doing? You think my stomach is gonna speak back to you in English?” I joked.

“No… but I wonder if I could better understand your hunger if I could better see inside your gut. Hmmm, maybe even just peering down your esophagus…”

“Don’t you need a fancy scope for that or something?”

“Not if you’re willing to relax your throat for a moment…” Max said. I shrugged, and he straddled my lap and shoved his head into my mouth. I could feel his energetic breathing against my tongue and wondered how on earth he could see anything down my throat with his head blocking light from the outside.

I heard a muffled “I’d like to see a bit further…” and felt him push his whole body forward into me. His shoulders shoved their way into my maw and stretched my jaw wide like an opera singer. I choked a little bit feeling his scratchy hair make contact with my uvula and the bottom of my tongue. I reflexively closed my lips over his skin and swallowed as the hair and breath tickled my maw. I realized that my peristalsis must have taken a bit of control, because I was surprised to see that I was looking down at his lower back with his arms pinned to his sides. I felt his nipples and pectoral muscles sliding against my tongue and felt his head squeezed tightly through my lower esophagus. What was going on? Though the sensation was filling me with dopamine and adrenaline, I realized that somehow my body was getting ready to eat a whole human, so I mentally prepared myself to try and regurgitate him. But instead I felt him force himself deeper into my throat, as his feet pushed off against the floor, and his upper torso wriggled and squirmed to slide deeper into me. I felt a sloshing in my gut, and heard a muffled intake of air and the continuation of more digestion facts being spewed out of Max’s ever curious mind obsessed with digestion.

Since Max seemed so intent on getting inside my stomach, and I knew I would need to breathe soon, I decided to help him out. I lifted his legs up over my head and felt gravity pulling him down my throat. I pulled his gym shorts and such off him and felt the interesting texture of his little belly over his abs, mixed with gym sweat and belly hair, felt past his hard on and groin, and his thick thighs as they all passed over my tongue and against my soft palate. My stomach finally began to feel full, as it sloshed with its soupy contents of dinner encasing Max’s squirming upper body. I knew Max’s hands had been freed from the tight grip of my esophagus as my inner stomach felt a peculiar tickling sensation with Max rubbing it from the inside. I felt him poke around and heard his muffled casual observations about my stomach.

I felt Max’s muscles seize up as he put his legs together tightly and let them slide easily down my throat. I felt his cold feet tickle my tongue, uvula and esophagus until they finally plopped into my stomach and I felt my throat open enough for me to exhale and breathe in more oxygen finally.

I took a few moments to gather my thoughts and catch my breath, feeling Max move around and curl up into a ball inside my tight stomach. I looked down to see the bulge his head made toward the top of my belly, with other odd bumps sticking out that I assumed were his knees and feet pressing up against my stomach walls. I felt his clammy hands push up against my stomach as he surveyed his new situation.

“Max, I forgot to write this craving down first.” I said, jokingly.

“Don’t worry I already did!” I heard him shout back, hearing it almost come up through my own throat. I stared in confusion at the opened notepad next to me and flipped to the last written note that read ‘Ice cream and everything else isn’t satisfying enough. Maybe eating me will do the trick. - Max’

My belly gurgled in surprise, “You planned for me to eat you?”

“I did shove myself down your throat, didn’t I?”

“But why would you -”

“Hey you didn’t try and stop me, bud,” he replied. I felt a pat against my belly, and shivered a little bit.

“Yeah, but I thought you just wanted to glance inside, but you wriggled in deeper!”

“Are you mad that I did?” Max asked. I felt him shifting his weight inside my gut and resting into me.

I considered the events of the night. I had really craved a day to just eat all I wanted, and Max gave all that to me and more. Even though I definitely didn’t expect him to force his way onto the menu, my belly felt much more satiated than it had been. “... I’m not mad at you… just want to make sure you know what you’re getting into… but I do have a confession.”

“What is it?” Max asked, shifting around and pressing his head up against the place where my hand was resting on my belly.

“I could go for some orange sherbert right now… I think your diet tactic failed.” My stomach added a large grumble and groan in agreement.

“Failed for you, maybe. But I’m cozy!” Max tried to stretch out a bit and I watched my stomach bulges shift in a funny manner, and felt my belly tighten and knead Max in response. “Plus, I think I figured out why you’ve been so hungry lately.”

“And what have you discovered?”

“That you should have eaten me ages ago! Once I’m digested into belly fat you’ll have more energy stored in your cells for longer, so you won’t be as hungry all the time! It’s simple science,” Max replied matter of factly.

“I’m not sure that science is sound, but as long as you’re happy, I’m fat and happy.”

“If you don’t think the science is sound, maybe you ought to repeat the experiment. Have a cheat day every once in a while,” Max replied, as he curled into a tight ball again and let my stomach relax and get to work over him. “I know I’ve been seeing that cute guy at the gym drooling over your gut, you know, the one who always wears that green hat? I’m sure he’d love to be a part of your next cheat day once you’ve had enough of your salads and diet again.”

I enjoyed the peace of feeling Max getting comfortable deep in my gut. I took deep breaths and felt my diaphragm move Max around slightly as my chest expanded and contracted. “Maybe I’ll ask him. But I’ll leave it up to him whether he wants to take it as far as you did tonight.” I rubbed my belly and stared, mesmerized at the lumpy spots on my belly indicating Max’s body relaxing against my stomach walls. I felt his heartbeat in polyrhythm against mine, with his breathing patterns tickling my stomach walls. I tasted the lasting flavors of his skin on my tongue, mixed with ice cream and other sustenance I had downed throughout the evening. Good thing we worked out first, to balance out this sharp intake in calories. So I suppose even if I had a cheat day from my diet, eating a whole human balances out to be healthy, right?

[tyunkus]

nerdy jock college roommate tyun who is on the deans list and works out shirtless in the living room 🙏🙏 comes and gets you from every party you go to and get shitfaced 🙏 he’s sooo mean n u think he hates u but he’s really just trying to keep himself from fucking you stupid

lia dont play with me ✋✋ i will literally go batshit crazy ✋✋✋ THIS IS SOOOOO HOOOOOTTTTT i love unassuming hot men who dont actively try to be hot but thats what makes them hot FUCK

like god… you’re a few months into uni and while your roommate was a little aloof and distant at first you like to think hes warmed up to you at least a LITTLE bit 😭 but tbh you’re mostly just impressed and a little intimidated by how well he does in pretty much all aspects of his life .. i imagine you’d probably find out first about how well he does academically and you pin him as the regular nerd type but then… two weeks into school, when you’re walking into the kitchen to make breakfast one morning you see him in the living room SHIRTLESS,, huffing and puffing doing fuckin’ bicep curls or something and you’re like Oh!!!! OH!!!!

anyways you spend the majority of your time in his presence trying to ignore how fucking wet he makes you without even trying LMFAOOO just bc he’s so effortlessly smart, begrudgingly helping you with assignments.. and hes so needlessly hot when he tries talking to you after he’s done with a workout and his toned stomach and strong arms r covered in a light sheen of sweat HBFNFNG

AND THE PARTIES… please. at some point the way he looks at you before you head out with your friends - eyes all dark and heavy, brows furrowed slightly together, jaw clenched - gets a little too intense but youre also certain he doesnt rly like you that much so youre left with mixed signals and the urge to drink it all away. but even when he picks you up hours later when youre shitfaced and giggly and touchy and enjoying the weight of his strong arms hoisting you up a little toooo much.. and hes just murmuring about how ridiculous you are, how he’s never doing this again.. even then you’re sure you’re not imagining the way he takes a good look at you and swallows thickly.. the way his eyes rake over your figure.. the way he hesitates a bit before he turns away from you and tries to focus on getting you both back home instead..

the truth is you’ve caught him - read him like a book, really. but he won’t let you know that. how is taehyun supposed to tell you that the dress you’re wearing is making him a little crazy, the way it clings onto just the right spots, the way it shows off all the nicest parts of your body he wants to keep for himself, within the four walls of your shared dorm? how is he supposed to tell you that the way you look after parties - sleepy eyes, teasing smile, lipstick smudged at the corner of your mouth - gets him so hard so quickly it makes him feel like a stupid schoolboy again? that the past few weeks - months, even, he’s been so attentive to your every move, just watching you talk and laugh and exist makes him want you more and more every second? that the only thing stopping him from taking you by the waist and bending you over his lap, the only thing stopping him from pulling your panties down to your ankles and finally getting his hands on that perfect body and pretty pussy, is the fact that he wants you to beg for it first, beg for him like a good girl?

[svtdarlingbby]

Seventeen with a gym rat s/o

Svt x gym rat s/o. aka with an s/o who loves the gym as much as these buff babes. also low-key an excuse to post seventeen gym selcas 🫣💪

Seungcheol:

I think Cheol said somewhere that he prefers playing sports vs going to the gym

valid

but since he's with you and wants to spend more time with you he finds himself at the gym

he's pretty impressed by all your knowledge of various workout machines

wanted to impress you though so he suggested lifting weights

he's surprisingly able to lift a lot

but not as effortlessly at you

you found yourself gently correcting his form so he won't get hurt

tbh it was so endearing for Cheol

you babying him was so sweet

after weights you guys decided to have a friendly competition on the stair master

Cheol thought it would be easy, I mean it's just climbing stairs right?

WRONG

he was huffing and puffing meanwhile you were still climbing the infinite stairs effortlessly

it was at that point he considered you a fitness god and told himself that he'd always go to the gym with you

the next day he was soooo sore lol he couldn't get out of bed rip

you couldn't help but laugh

still tho you were nice and rewarded his efforts with some cuddles

Jeonghan:

Jeonghan finds himself going to the gym occasionally but the gym def isn't a huge priority in his life

however since dating you he noticed how much you love going to the gym

so he figured he might as well try it out too

but omg

he's trying sooooo hard to focus on lifting AND THEN THERES YOU

looking hella hot in your gym clothes lifting weights effortlessly

is totally checking you out

and you def notice

"JEONGHAN! NO SLACKING YOU CAN LOOK AT ME ALL YOU WANT LATER BUT FOCUS ON LIFTING!"

ah right-

but he low-key uses this as an excuse to get your attention

"Y/N? is my form right?" he says as he purposely holds the weights weirdly

"Nope, you've gotta hold it like this" you say as you adjust his grasp and form

lol this menace found the perfect way to get you close to him

of course he still actually listens to you and works out

but occasionally he'll try to purposely mess up his form to get you to help if he's extra needy

doesn't care if he's sore the next day

will use this as an excuse to cuddle with you

until you use your muscles to break free of his grasp and haul his ass out of bed

this reminds him that maybe he should continue going to the gym

one day he'll have enough muscles to cuddle you all day

Joshua:

I feel like Joshua goes to the gym more often then he makes it out to be

have you seen this guy's veiny arms??

he's gotta be lifting

he's super happy about having an s/o who also prioritizes the gym

arm day with you is always his fave

just seeing your strong muscles and physique lift the heavy weights just make his heart go crazy

like ughhh mommy/daddy

so he also wants to return the favor by impressing you

puts a lot of effort into lifting, making sure his form is just right

tbh you really do serve as motivation for him

he's been getting buffer since he started dating you

he has the cutest shyest smile when you compliment him

"Wow Josh, you've got arms of steel" you say as you squeeze his bicep

if he could he would melt right there

it means a lot coming from you since you're an expert with all things fitness

def reciprocates too

like you guys would just be chilling and he'd squeeze your arm

"Damn Y/N, you're armed and dangerous"

oh lord he's such a cheeseball

Jun:

y'all did you see limbo? 👀

it's so obvious Jun has worked hard for that body

and it was so convenient that you came into his life at that point

just as he was incorporating the gym more into his routine is when you and him began to date

tbh it was so convenient and Jun really appreciates having you around

Jun doesn't know if his form is correct? don't worry he's got you to fix it

Jun needs someone to spot him when he's bench pressing? you're already there by his side

Jun is experiencing a plateau? you've already got suggestions of different new exercises to try

basically it's because of you and your support he's even more motivated to go to the gym!

also my man Jun also appreciates the view if you know what I'm saying

having you by his side makes him feel even more stronger and powerful

like "yes my s/o is a fitness buff and is helping ME while looking like a snack"

these are just his thoughts tho

in reality he's just snaking his toned arms around your just as toned form, smiling to himself

Hoshi:

ohhh you know he's gonna make you his gym buddy

I meannnnnn have you seen this mans body???

boi loves to workout

will always spot you during arm day

is your biggest cheerleader when you move up in weights!!

"OMG Y/N YOU LIFTED THAT MUCH???!! I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT!"

will literally hug you all sweaty in the middle of the gym lol its a little embarrassing but sooo endearing

also

the fact that you love to work out? you're prob building quite the muscles

Soonyoung isn't shy when it comes to wanting to feel your toned arms

"Whoaaaa since when did you become so buff?" he says infatuated with your arms lol

of course you feel flustered cuz this man does this even in public!!

but low-key his reactions are your motivation to keep up your progress

also he lovesss to take gym selfies

you think his gym selfies are hot? they get even better with you right next to him flexing your hard work

he feels so luckyy

overall he loves that he gets to work out at the gym with a hottie like you

Wonwoo:

I feel like Wonwoo is a subtle guy when it comes to the gym

like yeah it's so obvious he goes to the gym but the gym isn't a huge facet of his life

when he realizes that its quite the opposite for you, he sees this as an opportunity to make more of an effort to make the gym routine

tbh he's amazed at how locked in you are with a routine at the gym

so for the first few days he kinda just copies you lol

he does the same exercises and kinda lets you be

its comfortable silence really

you guys both have your earbuds in doing your own thing while being near each other

of course he'll steal a few glances at you

but he always says its to match your form lolll sure

in private though he's always teasing you in a good way about your muscles

like he'll just randomly approach you, squeeze your muscular bicep, and say something like "close the gyms" in a really deadpan voice

it's soooo cheesy lmaooo but that line never fails to make you feel flustered hehe

Woozi:

have you seen Jihoon lately?

this mans getting b u f f

and having an s/o who's a gym rat like him?

goals

whenever you're getting ready to go to the gym Jihoon always wants to tag along

"Don't you have to produce a song tonight?"

"Nah I can squeeze in a gym session"

he's mainly going because you're going lol

he's def impressed with how fit you are, knowing all the machines and having effortless form

he's like damn I wanna be like that too

ALWAYS brags about this fact to the boys when he works out with them

"What kinda machine is that?" asked one of the guys

"That's a hip abductor, Y/N is a master of that"

also whenever you two are at the gym together

he feels so much more motivated

will def wanna do exercises that involve the both of you

is always down to hold down your feet during sit ups

cardio day you guys are on treadmills side by side

Jihoon won't admit this but when you guys are taking it easy a walking on the treadmills he treats it as if you guys were on a peaceful stroll together

he also won't admit he turns into a blushing puddle whenever you notice his progress

"Dang Jihoon, you're looking buff today" you say as you squeeze his toned biceps

that's it. brb Jihoon is gonna go to the gym to keep up the progress

DK:

I know this man is gonna be obsessed with the fact that you love the gym

he def will use the gym as an opportunity to spend time with you

while also getting buff himself

Seokmin is a total goofball

I can see him asking you for "motivation" during pushups

aka him asking you to lie under him for a kiss for each successful push up

like just look at him in that pic god damn

I meannnn lets just say you both benefited from that

he's also your biggest cheerleader

like when you're lifting weights omg he got the whole gym staring at you with his cheering

"YEAHHHH YOU GOT THIS Y/N!!! WHO'S THE STRONGEST BABE HERE? YOU!!!"

"ohmygodseokminpls"

after you lift the weights he's still gonna be a goofball about it

"now lift me pls" he says holding out his arms to you

you can only roll your eyes but lift him up nonetheless

he's giggling like an idiot and you can only roll your eyes

low-key motivates you to get stronger and vice versa

he wants to pick you up too hehe

he really does make gym sessions so much more enjoyable aww

Mingyu:

man Mingyu really does work out for that hot bod of his

while he love to play sports he also finds himself working out often too

when you came into his life though he thought having you around would motivate him more to go to the gym

because you were already sporting quite the hot body yourself

while you were typically very focused at the gym, once Mingyu came along that changed

of course you always thought Mingyu was hot, but when he's working out

oh my

you feel your face somehow get even hotter despite being all sweaty from working out when you see Mingyu doing all this

WHY IS HE CAKED UP LMAOOOO

while you're over here flustered over him Mingyu gets kinda cocky lol

like when he's spotting you while you're lifting

"Whoa there Y/N, I know I'm making your heart race but you gotta take it easy" he says as he fixes your form

mannn does he make working out hard

or when you're stretching he'll purposely flaunt stretch his arms while you glare as you're trying to hold your stretch

he'll also flex and try to lift the heaviest weights ever to get your attention

thankfully his antics catch up to him as he's superrr sore the next day

but he'd happily use this as a reason for you to take the lead if you know what I mean ;)

Minghao:

Minghao has become quite the fitness buff within the past few years

I mean look at those guns!!

I remember Minghao once said that it is super hard for him to gain muscle and look at him now ughhh

and seeing you succeed with your fitness goals makes Minghao even more proud

going to the gym is like breathing for you guys

you two always go to the gym together

and since you're with Minghao, every occasion has to be a fashion statement

you two are always wearing the coolest, trendiest, gym clothes that still manage to be uniquely your styles

it makes Minghao's heart flutter every time he seeing you wearing the gym shoes he bought you

especially when you're wearing one of his old gym shirts omg this man can barely even focus on working out LMAO and he's like the biggest gym rat out of all these dudes

gym selfies are a priority

his fav ones being the ones where both of you are goofily flexing your muscles

he's always so impressed by how much you can lift too

is soooooo flustered when you lift him up in the middle of the gym

but he secretly loves it so much awww like on the inside he's giggling and kicking his feet in the air haha

but as unserious as you guys act

once it comes to working out, you guys are fitness gods

you two are so focused when you're in the zone lifting or running on the treadmill

it's impressive really

and Minghao is so thankful that you're here to make the gym more fun

Seungkwan:

Seungkwan has found himself going to the gym more often since you came into his life

you would think it's because he wants to live a healthy lifestyle

no

it's because you two are so damn competitive

ever since you told him how many minutes it took for you to run a mile on the elliptical Boo was impressed but decided to challenge you

"Oh yeah? That's pretty impressive, but I can easily do that in less time"

"Oh really?"

"Bet"

so you guys go to the gym

and for you the elliptical is nothing

you look over and see Seungkwan starting to break a sweat in the first five minutes

"Getting tired Boo?"

"Stay in your lane"

god he was so sassy lol

but beating each other in a friendly competition was how you two rolled

of course you ended up winning while Seungkwan was a huffing puffing mess, all red

"Ok I admit it Y/N, you are a fitness god"

that compliment fueled your ego lol but you weren't mean about it

"Here's the prize for second place" you said before you kissed him

"Maybe losing isn't so bad after all" he laughed and hugged you, not minding either of you being sweaty

"Haha loser, let's play some badminton?" you ask

"Always! Now we'll see whose the loser" he smirks

Vernon:

okay first of all why is he wearing denim on denim TO THE GYM??

ANYWAYS kinda like Jeonghan I don't see Vernon prioritizing the gym all that much

but once he starts dating you, he notices that the gym ends up taking a lot of your time

so he's like "heck why not go with Y/N to the gym?"

is ill prepared as you can see in the pic

"Hansol. WHY are you not in your gym clothes?"

"Hm? Oh. Right. Let me snap a pic of my fit before I change"

*facepalm*

once he's changed he's ready to go!

feels kinda lost tho with all the machines

you're about to start lifting when you see Vernon looking confused as he's trying to distinguish a dumbbell from a kettlebell

you think its kinda cute watching his eyes go back and forth between the different types of weights

but you also don't wanna patronize him or anything

"Hansol, why don't you start with a dumbbell?" you say handing an appropriately weighted dumbbell to him

at this point you kind of become like his personal trainer

at first he was just watching you to see what you did with your dumbbell and tried to do the same

once you began to guide him you could tell he was a lot more secure

and he really did look like he was enjoying the workout!

tbh the gym really strengthens your bond this way

Dino:

our boy Lee Chan is obsessed with the gym

I mean look at that body ughhhh 😮‍💨

so when he starts dating you the gym becomes practically your second homes

he's hella impressed with your strength for sure

"Whoa Y/N, how are you able to lift that much?"

he's also kinda cheeky when it comes to stealing glances at you working out

it's leg day and you're doing squats? 👀

he's super subtle about it tho cause he actually takes the gym seriously *ahem Jeonghan*

he also def tries to show off for you

when he's doing arm curls he'll def put extra effort in flexing his biceps when he sees you watching

will also act like the heaviest weights are nothing for him

pays for his cockiness the next day in the form of soreness

this becomes the perfect opportunity for you to cuddle with his muscular self

maybe the gym can wait a few more minutes hehe

[hearts4youz]

"The Captains Daughter" Chapter Two

comment if u want to be added to my tag list <3 @abbiesxox A/N: Thank you all sooooo much for reading chapter one, it means a lot!! Heres chapter two. From here on out you can expect like 1-2 chapters of this to come out per week!! i'm so excited to share the rest of this story that has been marinating in my braincells for so long lmao.

Word count: 1.5k

Reader pov: You marched into the training facilities for your first session with the masked Lieutenant. You donned a hoodie and leggings, the training rooms were chilly. You walked into the changing rooms to lock up your bag, although it was highly unlikely someone would steal it, this was a military base after all. Fastening the lock around the small cubby, you took off your hoodie and threw it inside as well. Leaving you in a thin cropped t-shirt. You left the locker room and took in the smell of the training area, it was the size of a warehouse and smelled like your high school gymnasium. There were multiple different areas of the facility. A gym, featuring endless sets of weights, squat racks, benches, etc. There was an enclosed area for weapons practice, boasting many different kinds of guns, knives, and any other device used for bodily harm. The base also boasts, an impressive, multi story agility course with different obstacles at each level. Last but not least, there is a recovery room, mostly used for warmups and cooldowns.

After you took it all in, you spotted Ghost doing squats with a great deal of weight on the bar. He sported a skull print balaclava instead of the mask he wore at yesterday's meeting. He also had on tapered black sweatpants, a fitted t-shirt which hugged his muscles in a very flattering way, and tennis shoes. You walked toward him, stopping short and standing by the weight rack so you didn't interrupt his workout.

You watched as he did rep after rep of squats, face contorting more with each one, you could see his face more now with the absence of eye black he wore yesterday. Sweat dripped off his brow, his eyes squeezed shut as he finished the last rep, the bar made a clattering sound as he rested it back on the hooks of the rack. Wiping his face with his sleeve he turned to you.

"Do you sleep with your eyes open," he says abruptly.

"What?"

"Your eyes, are they always like that or am I just that impressive," he says smugly

"No- I," You start.

"Save it, lets get started."

He starts walking at a fast pace to another area of the gym, you jog to catch up. Ghost leads you to three boxing style rings.

"lets start with a spar, consider this a pre-test, I wanna see what you are capable of," Ghost gets straight to business.

You gulped, you're not a bad fighter, but he has an unfair advantage. He's at least 6'2, not to mention you just watched him casually squat 600+ pounds for reps. The two of you stepped into the ring, you tried to not let your nervousness show on your face. You weren't going to be able to overpower him, you were going to have to outsmart him, or be faster than him. Lucky for you, you used to be a competitive runner in high school, placing well in state championships for Cross Country and Track yearly. You also practiced Yoga, agility will be your friend in this matchup.

"Ready?" Ghost said.

"Yes, Simon," you taunted.

hopefully your mention of his name caught him off guard, you ran at him, faking a punch and slipping between his legs, popping up behind him. Your surprise worked, his delayed reaction gave you enough time for you to kick the sensitive area behind his kneecaps. Ghost stumbled forward but caught himself, turning to face you. He threw a punch, you tried to deflect it but he was too strong. Quickly recovering you ran at him again, trying to juke him out by performing another fake move. He must have picked up on your style quick because he stuck his leg out to trip you before you could jet by him. Realizing you lost the upper hand, you tried to stand up before he could pin you. Instead, he grabbed you by the collar of your shirt and hauled you up from the ground.

"Round two," he said gruffly

The second time around was worse than the first. You didn't have the element of surprise. He took you down within seconds

"I've seen enough," dissatisfaction present in his eyes.

"I know I did poorly, but to be fair," you tried to justify yourself.

"Do you think fights are fair?" He chastised.

"Let me tell you that none of the men you face in the field will be as gentle as I. Your little trick? Do you think an enemy soldier would even give you time to talk?" He continued, voice becoming more of a yell.

"How did you even get here?" He questioned.

"I'm not a bad shot, for what I lack in strength I make up for in speed and agility too."

Ghost raised a brow

"You've got a lot to work on in terms of hand to hand combat, but lets test your aim," He said.

Feeling more confident for this next test, you followed him over to the shooting range. The two of you entered the room, paper targets on one end, soldiers practicing their aim on another. Ghost picks out a variety of firearms. He hands you a Pistol first.

"Go ahead," he gestures to the targets.

You nodded, drawing a deep breath in and exhaling as you lined yourself up with the target 50 yards away. Inhaling again and holding it this time, you brought the gun up in front of your face, extending your arms and firing 3 shots rapidly. Two hit the center circle, one skimmed the edge between the center and the ring next to it.

You turned back to face Ghost, he only handed you the second weapon, a rifle. You repeated the same process before, this time letting the gun rest in the crook of your neck and holding it against your cheek as you fired three more shots in quick succession. All three hit the center this time.

Ghost handed you an SMG when you turned around. Holding the new gun in the same way as the rifle, one pull of the trigger fired multiple bullets, these were less accurate but still impressive. Clicking the safety on the gun, you handed it back to Ghost, he put away the weapons without a word.

"That's all for today, you are excused Sergeant," he says bluntly.

"Thank you for training me sir," You said, Mock politeness dripping from your tone.

"By the way, don't call me Simon. It's Ghost, or Lieutenant." Ghost grunted and turned to go, leaving you alone in the range. You stood for a moment, replaying the last 45 minutes in your mind. You had hoped to impress him with your marksman skills, but he seemed unimpressed. You needed to decompress, a run would relax you perhaps? You walked towards the locker rooms to change into warmer attire, the weather was cold in late November.

Ghost's pov:

The first day training the Sergeant, Y/N wasn't a total bust. I recalled the events of our session as I changed. She was a decent rifle shot, a terrible fighter though. Her use of my name was alarming, a clever move though. Soap probably told her, they talked through the meeting yesterday. Can't blame em' though, Price sure does love the sound of his own voice.

As I was about to leave the changing rooms, I spotted Y/N leaving the building, it was awfully cold outside to be going out. She had earbuds in, so it wasn't hard to follow her out the door. She lingered in front of the door for a moment, I stayed inside the vestibule leading to the outdoors. She took a breath and started jogging, turning the corner and leaving my sight.

I didn't know she was a runner, she mentioned she was fast after our spar though. Training after hours is quite admirable actually. Maybe she won't be such a letdown for the team after all.

I shuddered at the thought, Remember what happened last time you overestimated a newbies skills. I told myself. I will never let that happen to someone under my command again. Wincing at the memory, I tried to push the thoughts aside, but it comes flooding back to me

"It wasn't your fault Simon," Price

"There was nothing we could do," A doctor

"I'm sorry," Another doctor

Two lives

Gone because I authorized them for the mission

I thought they were ready

I didn't train them hard enough

I treated the two of them as friends, as brothers. I grew attached too quickly. I wasn't as close with them as I am the rest of the squad, fuck I barely knew them.

One week

One week they were here, their first mission they were so giddy, so eager to prove themselves, two boys about to become men. I remember the feeling when I was in their position.

Next, they were gone.

Never again will I let that happen to someone.

Never will I let that happen to Y/N.

For now, I'll pretend I don't care.

She can hate me all she wants, she can think I don't give a shit about her. Better that than her trusting me and me letting her down. For now, I won't care about her. Until she can prove herself worthy, I won't treat her as a friend.

Because I don't want to see a friend come back in a body bag.

[a-fluffer-nutter]

No, not the fruit!

A/N: This adorable fic was submitted to me by 🧶📝 anon! This is a sequel to my fic: Best Asset, Biggest Weakness, and it is sooooo endearing and I love it so much! Please enjoy this fic with me!

A sudden blast of warmth invaded the galley as the ship turned, allowing the sun through the windows, reminding Sanji how hot the day had been. Taking off his tie and undoing a few top buttons of his dress shirt, the Sunny's cook decided it's probably a good time to pass out some water to the crew. Everyone finished lunch about an hour ago, and he had some time to kill before starting dinner.

As he fills up some glasses, Sanji jumped at crash and Luffy’s playful shouting from outside the galley, quickly followed Chopper's squeals. Sighing fondly, he put a lit cigarette between his lips and expertly balanced eight full glasses of water on a tray. 

Exiting the galley, he saw most of the crew on deck; Luffy chasing Chopper, Zoro reclining against a nearby wall, and the lovely ladies sitting around a table with the ship's musician. Usopp and Franky must be in the workshop working on upgrades or blueprints. Naturally, he visited Nami and Robin first who were sitting at a table playing a game of cards with Brook. 

“Nami! Robin! Please make sure you are drinking enough water! We wouldn't want our beautiful flowers to be dehydrated on this hot day.” It really was a very warm day. There were no clouds to be seen and most of the crew was wearing as little as possible to beat the heat. Sanji could feel the blood rush to his face at the sight of the lovely ladies in crop tops and shorts. Shaking his head to refocus, he put three of the glasses on the table. 

“Ah yes, thank you Sanji! I surely would have sweat through my shirt by now. That is if I had any skin! Yohohoho!” their local skeleton exclaimed.

After chatting for a few minutes, and learning that Robin was winning the game (as one would expect), he went to check on Franky and Usopp. He left two glasses on a nearby table for Luffy and Chopper.

Glancing to the side, he saw Zoro trying to ignore Luffy's ruckus for a post workout nap but was obviously failing. After delivering water to the creative pair in the workshop, Sanji sauntered over to the obnoxious marimo and kicked his leg. Zoro glared up at Sanji from where he was slouched with his arms behind his head.

“Drink some water, dumb ass! Your moss will dry out.” He taunted as he held out the last glass. Zoro rolled his eyes, but noisily chugged all of the water in a matter of seconds. Sanji muttered “brute” towards Zoro and leaned against the wall to finish his cigarette. 

“Do you know who's on watch tonight?” Sanji asked between drags.

“Brook and Nami have the first shifts, and I'm taking the last one. Which is why I'm trying to nap, LUFFY!” Zoro responded, glaring at their captain.

Luffy just snickered and stretched out to grab Usopp who had just finished a project in the workshop. His high-pitched yelp echoed across the ship as he was dragged toward Luffy and Chopper, quite literally roped into their shenanigans. When he crashed into them, he shrieked and started begging for mercy as Luffy began to tickle his ribs. 

Shuddering, Sanji placed Zoro's empty glass on a nearby table and put out his cigarette under his shoe. Zoro introduced him to tickling just a few months ago after seeing a very similar fight. Since then, the marimo would take every opportunity to sneak up on the cook to taze his sides or blow into his ears. Being inexperienced, Sanji would yelp everytime and give the stupid mosshead the deadliest glare he could muster. But Zoro would just smirk and continue with whatever a plant does in his daily life. Sanji had tried retaliating, but most times he would only get a small twitch. However, he has discovered that if he can sneak up behind Zoro (a very difficult task) and poke between the back of his ribs, the dreaded “pirate hunter” would squeak. 

Sanji was snatched out of his thoughts as Zoro prodded him in the back of the knee and gave the cook a knowing smirk. Sanji felt his face heat up as he swung a leg up to kick Zoro in his dumb face. Unfortunately, Zoro ducked just in time as Sanji’s kick connected with the wall, and he spun around as they began one of their regular spats.

The sudden ruckus caught the attention of a certain mischievous captain, who had started poking Chopper’s stomach while skittering into Usopp’s ribs.

“Hey Zoro! Come play with us,” Luffy called out as he released Chopper to wrap an arm around Zoro’s waist. 

Zoro’s eyes widened as he felt the familiar rubber arm wrap around him. Knowing there was no escaping his hyper captain, he winked at Sanji.

“Good luck Curly,” he warned and grabbed the cook’s ankle as they went flying towards their rubber captain.

Zoro dropped Sanji on Usopp and Chopper, while the swordsman’s momentum landed him on his back a few feet away. Zoro started uncontrollably chuckling as Luffy immediately started tasing his ribs. Zoro was frantically pushing at Luffy's hands and chest, trying to make an opening to escape. Chopper shot up and ran over shouting, frantically asking if Zoro was ok. 

Sanji sat up with a growl. That stupid directionally challenged seaweed! He warned Sanji he would rope him into the next tickle fight with their captain, but he didn't think he was serious! 

After taking some breaths to recover from Luffy's vicious attack, Usopp sat up and snickered at Zoro laughing under Luffy’s prodding fingers. Glancing at the disheveled cook sitting next to him, the sniper hesitantly poked Sanji in the ribs and grinned as the blonde flinched with a squeak. Admiring Sanji’s flustered gaze, the sniper realized that he doesn't know how Sanji feels in this situation; he didn't even know he was ticklish until a moment ago!

Usopp lowered his wiggling fingers and carefully asked, “Hey man, I don't think I've seen you in one of these fights. If you'd rather play cards,” then after getting up quickly and standing tall, he declared, “I will bravely distract the vicious tickle monster, so you can escape.” 

Instead of answering, Sanji gave Usopp an appreciative smile before reaching up and digging his slender fingers into Usopp’s stomach. The sniper shrieked as he collapsed back to the deck, a new wave of laughter overcoming him.

“Eiiiiiii! Come on, mahahan! That's whahahat get for trying to behehe nice!”

Sanji just smirked in response and moved his hands under Usopp's arms, causing him to start snorting and calling uncle. 

“Thank you, long nose. But I suspected this would happen sooner or later. Might as well get used to it.”

Sanji kept ticking Usopp, using his quick hands to keep the sniper in stitches. He would occasionally glance over to see how the first mate was fairing. No matter how much it tickled, it's obvious that Zoro would never beg. Instead, he kicks and pushes, trying to get the upper hand. Unfortunately, Luffy knows all of his tricks and effectively keeps him pinned despite Chopper climbing up onto Luffy's head. 

Due to the heat and his workout, Zoro made the poor decision to go shirtless, which gave Luffy an evil idea. With some struggling, the straw hat captain dodged the swinging hands and ducked his head down to the swordsman's stomach.

A strange sound and the sudden absence of Zoro's laugh caught Sanji’s attention. As he looked up, he heard a sound he'd never thought he'd hear. Zoro shrieked and broke into hysterical cackles. Even his struggling slowed down as he only had the energy to laugh and weakly push at Luffy’s head which was attached to Zoro's belly for some reason. 

Using this distraction to his advantage, Usopp reached up and started squeezing Sanji's narrow ribs, effectively switching their positions. 

Sanji screeched as he toppled over, trying to pry off Usopp's iron fingers. I guess all the years of handling slingshots gave him a strong grip. 

Sanji could hear overlapping coos coming from the ladies, Brook, and now Franky who came to investigate the sudden ruckus. They even started cheering on their long nosed crewmate. Those traitors!

Unfortunately, Sanji couldn't keep his focus on the sidelines since Usopp followed Franky's suggestion of trying his legs. With a powerful yelp, Sanji began scrambling with loud belly laughs as Usopp began squeezing his thighs. 

“That's a SUPER laugh you got, Sanji-bro,” exclaimed Franky with his arms above his head. 

“I didn't even know he was ticklish,” Nami shouted over the laughter. With an evil smirk, she continued, “I'm gonna have fun using that against him!”

Hearing his crewmates' taunts, Sanji's laughs became louder as he pushed his hands over his warm cheeks, trying to hide his growing blush. In hindsight, this was a mistake, since he didn't notice Luffy bounding over until it was too late.

“Hey no fair! I wanna tickle Sanji! “Luffy demanded as he shoved Usopp and sat on Sanji's thighs. 

Usopp, seeing his chance to escape, bravely ran away and hid behind the others on the sidelines, encouraging Chopper to follow.

Luffy waited a few moments, letting Sanji recover before round two. When Sanji tried to sit up, he felt a warm wall press against his back. Seeing scarred ankles around him, he concluded that he was slouched between Zoro's legs with his head resting against the latter's chest. 

Looking up, Sanji saw a red faced Zoro with messy hair and a dopey grin on his face. It might have been endearing if not for the situation he suddenly found himself in. 

“Shit” was all Sanji got out before falling back into giggles as Luffy started poking wherever he could reach. 

“Shit is right, swirly brows! You're in for it now!” Zoro taunted. 

“Shishishishishi. This is so much fun! How come you didn't tell me you were ticklish Sanji?” Luffy asked as he started pinching at the small hips below him, grinning widely as Sanji bucked with high pitched laughter.

“Ihihihi didn't know until a fehehew months agohoho!” 

“And you still didn't tell me?! How did you find out anyway?”

“Oh, he was being weird after seeing Robin tickle you and Usopp. So I showed him. I can tell you that his armpits are a bad spot, and his knees are even worse,” Zoro answered with a smirk as Sanji made an offended noise through his growing laughter when Luffy started digging into his underarms.

This was new to Sanji. Zoro had only really tickled him that one time, and he definitely wasn't used to being tickled by two people. His laughter was wearing him out; all he could do was push against Luffy, making him slouch more against Zoro. And he'll deny to his grave that he started squeaking through his laughter when Zoro started brushing his ears and neck. 

“Wahahit, this isisin't fahihir!!” Sanji giggled as he shook his head and scrunched his shoulders to defend from Zoro's attacks. He could feel Zoro's soft chuckles at his back, probably laughing at him and the hair brushing against his stomach.

With all of his squirming and shaking, Sanji's now messy bangs flew to the side giving his attackers a rare view of both his eyebrows. Zoro paused his attack to poke once at the center of each eyebrow swirl, earning a not very intimidating glare from the blushing puddle that is Sanji. 

Sanji suddenly yelped with an arch and fell into hysterics when he felt Luffy's long fingers wrap around his knees. 

“Jackpot, Shishishishishi,” Luffy snickered as he wiggled his fingers under the blonde’s knees. 

To say Sanji was losing it was an understatement. His eyes were squeezed shut, tears beginning to gather as he grappled at Luffy's arms. With his squirms, the once unwrinkled dress shirt was now untucked and bunched up around his ribs, prompting Zoro to start pinching at his abs.

“What good are all these muscles if you can't escape a tickle attack?” Zoro teased, smiling as Sanji's blush got darker.

“Shuhuhut up, you seaweeeee!!!,” was all Sanji could cackle before shrieking loudly as Zoro retaliated by vibrating his hands into the sides of Sanji's stomach.

After the knee and belly tickles continued for a few minutes, Zoro caught one of his fingers into Sanji's belly button causing his laughter to go silent for a moment before returning with new, uncontrollable hysterics as he slapped a hand against Zoro's leg. 

“Captain, swordsman, I recommend you let him breathe for a moment. His face is growing concerningly red,” Robin voiced softly, spawning a few hands to grab Luffy's hands.

When his crewmates' hands suddenly stopped, Sanji slumped heavily against Zoro and continued his breathless giggles. Turning to look at his savior, he managed to giggle “Thananank you, Robin” before he fully leaned against Zoro to focus on breathing. Since Luffy was still sitting on his legs with a mischievous grin, it was pretty obvious that they weren't done yet. With a few deep breaths, he had to admit that he felt lighter than he had in a while. He can't remember the last time he laughed so much, and he couldn't wipe the dopey smile off his face. 

After Sanji's adorable giggles slowed, Zoro spoke up, startling the disheveled cook below him. “Hey Captain, I think our cook here could use some raspberries,” he advised with a predatory smirk.

“Um, like the fruit?” Luffy asked as he tilted his head in confusion.

Having recovered enough to speak, Sanji looked up at the speaking plant he was leaning against. “Whahat are you talking about, moss? We didn't buy any raspberries at the last port.”

Zoro's smirk slipped as he started to blush; he's gonna have to spell it out for them isn't he? “Um, you remember when you were tickling me and blew on my stomach?”

“Oh, and you screamed! Shishishishishi,” Luffy giggled at the sight of his flustered first mate. “I didn't know those had a name, I just knew that they tickled a lot! I love that idea!” he blurted as he began unbuttoning the rest of Sanji's shirt.

Eyes widening, Sanji remembered the distraction that got him caught in the first place. And he remembered that Zoro started cackling as he endured these “raspberries.”

“Waiaiait, hang on,” the blonde giggled as he reached out to stop Luffy, but he was stopped by large, tan hands grabbing his wrists.

As Luffy finished, a wolf whistle from Brooke and cheers could be heard from the sidelines. Sanji blushed with a groan as he sent a middle finger in the musician’s direction as the familiar “Yohohoho” echoed across the deck.

The cook was brought back to his ticklish situation as Zoro released his hands and poked once between Sanji's ribs. Sanji stared in horror as he watched Luffy take an inhumanly deep breath, expanding his rubber lungs and leaned down.

“Hohohold on! I have to starart making dinner soon!” Sanji pleaded, hoping to appeal to his captain's endless appetite. “I'm making lots ananand lots of meAAAA…!”

Oh merde. He suddenly understood Zoro's reaction as he felt a tingly shockwave travel through his entire stomach, reaching up to his ribs. He tried pushing at Luffy's head that was planted near his left hip, but the brunette just grabbed Sanji's sides to stay in place, making him jump with a yelp between his cackles. His eyes widened as he noticed Luffy taking another breath…

“Waiaiaiat, wait, waaiaiait, AAAAA!” Sanji arched up again as Luffy planted a new raspberry on his right side right below his ribs. He looked pleadingly at the swordsman behind him as Luffy ran out of air, “Zorororo, help! I can't tahahake IT...!”

The third raspberry was planted in the middle of his stomach, just above his belly button. He let out a wheeze as his laughter went silent and began weakly pushing at Luffy's shoulders.

When Luffy sat up to take another breath, Sanji held up his hands in surrender, “please, no mohohore! I've hahahad enough! Wahahait!!” Sanji jumped with a squeal as Luffy's hands came to his stomach. He squeezed his eyes shut, mentally preparing to lose his sanity to the unending tickles. But Luffy, with unexpected softness, gently rubbed soothing circles into his belly. Uncontrollable giggles took over as Sanji slowly recovered. 

“That was fun Sanji! You should join our tickle fights more often!” Luffy suggested with a bright smile, leaning down to give the cook a hug. 

Sanji slowly wrapped his wobbly arms around his captain. With a small start, he looked up as Zoro clapped a hand on his shoulder with a small smile.

Usopp suddenly appeared, handing Sanji a big glass of water as Luffy ran over to join the rest of his crew on the other side of the deck. 

“I tried to save you,” Usopp reminded the cook, trying to stay on his good side before going to sit next to Nami. Zoro stayed seated behind Sanji, providing support as the cook's gut slowly began to feel solid again.

“That was pretty adorable, swirly,” Zoro said, chuckling lightly at the half-hearted glare he received. 

“I'm gohohing to lohock up the booze, and you're not getting any for a whohole week!” Sanji retorted, not seeming serious at all with his dopey smile and lingering giggles.

“Oi, watch it, eyebrows. Luffy's not the only one who can give raspberries,” Zoro argued with a quick poke to Sanji's ribs.

Sanji scrambled up with a yelp and made his way to the galley, not even bothering to straighten his shirt. He really did need to start making dinner, but he made sure to send a middle finger behind him for good measure.

Zoro just chuckled and looked around for a nice shaded spot. Maybe he could still get a small nap in before dinner.

[cupidsandromeda]

Pheromones

earth 42! Miles Morales x fem!reader

Summary : Your boyfriend smells reaaaaal good after a trip to the gym

Warnings : slightly weird, fluff, probably grammatically incorrect (im writing this from my phone at 4AM)

"You smell so good right now"

Your boyfriend looked down at you with a concerned gaze.

"Ma, I'm musty as fuck right now," he laughed awkwardly.

"Okay, yeah, but you smell really good though," you giggled, taking in his scent.

Miles knew he picked a pretty weird girl, but he'd never thought she would be attracted to the smell of his post-workout funk.

He slid out of your grasp, earning a dissatisfied huff from you.

"Ima go take a shower, then you can hold me all you want, okay?" He started walking towards the bathroom.

"Wait, no!" You pleaded ",Please don't think I'm being weird right now."

"Nah, you're being kinda weird baby," he clarified, turning back to you.

"Okay, but like, what if I told you there was a scientific reason for all this?" You asked.

With a look of intrigue, he plopped down onto his bed.

"Aight, humor me." He said quizzically.

"Okay, so I read this article," you started. He rolled his eyes.

Smacking his chest, you hissed "Nigga, don't roll ya eyes at me."

"Ow, okay okay, I'm listening."

"Anyways, I was reading this article about how when you sweat, you excrete pheromones- y'know the love hormone?" You explained.

He leaned in to touch your nose with his.

"Ooh, the love hormone? You looove me?" He teased.

"And if I do?" You stuck your tongue at him, feeling your face warm up.

He slid his arm around your waist, pulling you onto his lap.

"Do you love me?" He asked, looking you dead in your eyes.

You were at a loss for words, never having said those words to anyone but your parents. He was making this hard enough as he rubbed circles into your sides.

You forced your eyes away from his face.

"Iloveyou." You rushed the words out as if they were forbidden.

He cupped your face, turning you to look at him.

"You what, baby? I didn't catch that." He pried.

Well, this conversation had taken an turn. You just wanted to revel in your man's scent peacefully but now you were forced to face your true feelings. Love was definitely a word...a strong one at that. However, looking into his eyes like this, you knew the answer.

"I love you, Miles Morales."

"And I love you, mi corazón."

Your could feel yourself almost shaking, that was a lot to admit for you. You decided to bury your emotions in his shoulder. He wrapped his arms tighter around your waist, rocking you back and forth.

sniff.

"Are you sniffing me again?" He exclaimed.

"I'm sorry," You sobbed ", but you smell too good right now."

"Okay, that's enough for you, lil freak," He rolled you off of him, and onto the bed.

With a pat to your stomach, he left the room to hop in the shower.

He really did smell good though...

A/N: Okay y'all this is my first time writing in a bit, also it is 5 AM, im not editing this teehee

This is loosely based off experiences I've personally had with boyfriends, and YES when you love someone enough their sweat smells sooooo good omg

Anyways, you can generally assume in my writing that the reader is black, so take that as you will. I hope this was enjoyable even if it's lowkey crack. Thank you !

[brienneoftarth1989]

“This was sooooo goooood…😛 Can you do a smut for our Captain Phasma? Wiiith Daddy vibes 😏😎” requested by Nicole on A03

Yes Captain NSFW

Captain Phasma x fem reader

Next / Series

Summary: It’s that time of the month where mandatory training is necessary. You and Phasma have your one-on-one training session but things get a bit heated.

Warnings: daddy kink, dom/sun kink, fingering, cunnilingus, begging, overstimulation

Requests open

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It’s that time of the month again, mandatory training. This was never something you enjoyed but in order to be kept in good shape it was necessary. It was a week-long training regime and the last two days were spent doing one on one sessions with your division leader. In your case that was Captain Phasma. For whatever reason you were always the last one called for one to one training which meant you had the whole day to do whatever you wanted.

You decided that you needed to be productive today because you knew if you weren’t then you would most likely get a bollocking from Phasma later tonight. So throughout the day you were in and out of the gym making sure that you were keeping on top of your physical health. If you weren’t in the gym then you were in your quarters brushing up on your studies.

It’s important that as a stormtrooper that we know what is going on and that when technology advances we are learning how to run the new equipment correctly. It’s happened before when people haven't kept up with their work and accidents have happened because of it. Thankfully no one has been seriously injured from these accidents yet but the aircrafts ended up getting the most damaged which is costly to repair.

At about 16:00 you decided to retire to your quarters after coming out of the gym for the last time. You needed to relax to make sure you rested well for the evening. Your time slot always seemed to land between 20:00 till 22:00 at night. It was a bit late for your likings but you weren’t going to tell that to Captain Phasma.

You decided that a nap would most likely be the best idea. You got changed into some more comfortable clothing before jumping into your single bed. It wasn’t the best but it does its job. You set an alarm to wake you up in three hours so it would still give you an hour to sort yourself out. You let sleep overtake your aching body as you snuggled up in bed.

Three hours later your alarm was blaring in your ear. You lazily rolled over, turning the alarm off. You really couldn’t be bothered to move but you knew if you didn’t you would regret it later. You managed to pull yourself out of bed taking yourself over to the small kitchen to make something for dinner.

A cheese omelette was your meal tonight. You needed the protein and it would keep you full for a while. After dinner you made yourself a protein shake that you could drink between now and the end of your training. You also decided to fill another bottle up with ice cold water. You were definitely going to need it because you knew how rough Phasma could get.

Once that was all sorted you got into some clean workout gear. It was now 19:30 so all you had to do now was wait in your quarters until Phasma called you down to the training centre. While you waited you continued to drink your protein shake while watching some intergalactic television. Nothing interesting was ever on but it was better than sitting in silence.

At about 19:55 you finally heard Phasma call you down to the training centre. Finally you thought to yourself. You would much rather be doing something productive rather than sitting in your quarters waiting around. You grabbed your drinks, your training towel and a snack before walking down to the training centre.

As you were about to walk in, one of your friends who had obviously just finished their own one-on-one training quickly grabbed your hand before entering the room. “I would be careful tonight y/n” he said, making you stop in your tracks. “What do you mean?” you asked confused as to what could be happening.

“Captain is on one tonight. Everything is pissing her off. I made the slightest error and she basically exploded” he said with a worried expression plastered on his face. “I’m sure I will be fine. She has probably had a rough day and taking it out on us once again” you laughed slightly.

His facial expressions did not change. He was serious. “Ok thanks for the heads up. I will try my best not to piss off the Captain anymore than she is” you said to him before opening the door and making your way into the training centre. You went into the locker room placing your towel and snack on one of the benches before grabbing your drink and heading to the training room where hopefully you would find Phasma.

Any other time you would put your belongings in a locker but as it was just you and Phasma in the training centre you didn’t think it was necessary. Plus the only thing you would be missing was a towel and your snack so nothing valuable. When you finally made it to the room you would be training in you could see Phasma pacing back and forth waiting for you to arrive. You were early so they couldn’t be angry so you thought.

“You’re late,” Phasma said with a stern look plastered on her face. “Sorry Captain it won’t happen again” you said as you placed your drink on the ground and stood to attention waiting for Captain Phasma’s orders. “First hour you will be doing shooting practice with a variety of weapons. Second hour we will be doing one-on-one sparring practice in the gym” she said walking over to the shooting range as you followed behind her.

You saw a number of different weapons set up in one of the cubicles that you assumed Phasma wanted you at. “Alright, I want you to be working on your aim today with a variety of different weapons. I will be observing you in a number of different ways. If I believe you are not up to standard then you will have to make time for more training in the firing range” she said sitting down grabbing a clipboard.

“You may begin” she said as you walked up to the weapons picking from the range in front of you. The task was relatively simple for you as you trained everyday in the firing range. You could tell Phasma was impressed as you got headshot after headshot with each weapon. When you got to the final weapon you realised that this was one that you had not worked with before.

You aimed the weapon but due to the power of it the shot missed the target completely. You tried again but yet again missed. You sighed out of frustration as this was the one weapon you couldn’t seem to fire correctly. “Don’t worry about it y/n, just keep practising with this one in your training. Other than that you have passed this with flying colours” Phasma said looking at you.

She could tell you were disappointed but just let you get on with things. “You have a 10 minute break and then I want you in the sparring room” she said, putting down her clipboard and walking out of the firing range. You went back to the locker room to have your snack and just waited for the 10 minutes to go by.

Once your break was over you made your way over to the sparring room to see Phasma in a tight tank top and sport leggings. Fuck she was hot. You’ve never seen Phasma like this. Normally Phasma is always in her armour so to see her like this made your core ache. No one knew that you liked women so you really had to keep things together.

“Alright so for our sparring session today we are going to be working on your defence. I will be making a number of moves at you and I want you to defend yourself the best you can with just your hands. This will hopefully help you if you ever get disarmed” she said, getting into her fighting stance.

You readied yourself and waited for her attack on you. She made her first move which you were able to block. You continued to do this dance where she would lunge at you and you defended yourself stopping yourself from landing on your arse. However as the session continued you found yourself getting tired which caused you to lose focus on the task at hand.

Eventually Phasma managed to knock you on your back which resulted in you just lying on the floor. “Fuck sake” you mumbled to yourself out of frustration. “Again” Phasma said, waiting for you to get back on your feet. You got back up and the same thing happened again however the last time you ended up on your back you grabbed Phasma bringing her with you.

So there you both laid with Phasma pinning you to the ground however as she went to get up her knee grinded against your aching core which caused you to let out a moan. “Mmm fuck daddy” you whispered thinking Phasma didn’t hear. However when you looked up your eyes immediately met Phasma’s dark lust filled eyes.

“What did you say?” Phasma whispered in your ear. You didn’t know if you were in trouble or if Phasma felt the same way as you. “Ummm nothing” you whispered trying not to get yourself into more trouble. Phasma then moved her knee again so it came in contact with your covered cunt. “No, I believe you said something. What was it you called me? Daddy was it?” she moaned in your ear.

You let out a deep moan as you instinctively bucked your hip into her knee trying to pleasure yourself further. “What do you want daddy to do?” she moaned, continuing to bring you closer to an orgasm with her knee. “I want daddy to fuck me! Please daddy I need you to make me cum” you moaned into her neck.

You were so close to cumming and Phasma could tell because just when you were about to cum she pulled herself away from you causing you to let out a whimper. “You cum when daddy tells you to, do you understand?” she whispered in your ear. “Yes daddy” you whimpered.

“Good now stand up and strip, daddy is going to worship that perfect body of yours” she said standing up allowing you to stand. While you started removing your clothes Phasma locked the door so no one would disturb you both. When she turned around you were still removing your clothes so she just stood and enjoyed the sight in front of her letting out a moan when you removed your bra and panties.

You looked up to see Phasma eyeing up your body enjoying the sight in front of her. This made you feel a tad self conscious so you instinctively tried to cover your body which was a grave mistake on your end. “Did daddy say you could do that?” she asked, walking over to you starting to lose her own clothing.

“N..No daddy” you whispered as you looked up into Phasma’s eyes. “On the floor with your legs spread and your arms above your head” she said sternly which made you follow her orders instantly. You gasped as your naked body came in contact with the cold floor which made Phasma chuckle.

“Don’t worry baby girl I will have you sweating in no time” she laughed as she crawled on top of you leaving red marks all down your neck, on your breasts before coming down to your dripping wet cunt. She slightly blew on your soaked pussy causing a shiver to shoot through your body. “All this for daddy? You’re dripping wet. How desperate are you for me to touch you?” she moaned, leaving little kissing up your thighs and near your cunt but never on it.

“I need you daddy. I need your tongue, I need your fingers deep inside me. Please daddy fuck me” you moaned. That was all Phasma needed to hear before sliding her tongue up the length of your folds. You let out this ungodly moan at the touch of Phasma which only seemed to spur Phasma on even more.

She continued to use her tongue to taste your wetness before finally devouring your clit. She traced circles on your clit and on the odd occasion started suckling on it which made you buck your hips in pleasure and spread your legs even further to give Phasma better access to your aching cunt. You were getting close and Phasma could tell as your breaths were getting deeper and your moans getting louder.

“You going to cum for daddy?” Phasma said briefly before going back to paying attention to your throbbing clit. “Can I come daddy? Please, I'm so desperate for you. I want you to lick up all my cum daddy” you moaned throwing your head back as Phasma continued to torture your clit. “Cum for daddy baby girl” she moaned.

Upon hearing this you felt yourself cumming within an instance. “Fuck daddy I’m cu..cumming” you pratically screamed. Phasma helped you ride out your high before eventually just leaving little kitten licks on your clit which sent bolts of pleasure throughout your body. She wasn’t done with you and you knew it.

“Hands and knees now” Phasma said sitting up allowing you to get in the desired position she wanted you in. “Pick and number between one and four” Phasma simply stated once you were in the position she wanted you in. “Two” you said randomly. Upon hearing that Phasma sucked on her index and middle finger before slowly entering into your tight pussy.

“Fuck your so wet for daddy” she moaned into your ear as you leaned over your back wrapping her arms around your waist. You waited for her to move inside you but she didn’t. “Please daddy” you moaned out hoping Phasma understood what you wanted. Of course she knew but she wanted to hear you beg. “What do you say?” she asked. “Please daddy fuck me with your fingers” you moaned trying to move your hips slightly.

Thankfully Phasma didn’t notice that action of yours as she thrusted her fingers deep inside your pussy which caused you to scream at the sudden fullness in your pussy. Fuck she felt good you thought to yourself. Phasma eventually found a pace that seemed to get you to the edge quite quickly. “I n.need to c.cum” you moaned as you felt Phasma’s other hand make its way down to your clit and start rubbing small circles on it.

“Cum for daddy baby girl. I want you to cum over and over again for me” she moaned as she thrusted her fingers deeper and played with your clit and that's just what you did. You came not once, not twice but four more times. You were exhausted and overly sensitive. Phasma finally pulled out which resulted in you letting out a small whimper at the loss of contact but instantly moaned as you watched her suck your cum off her fingers.

“Go and get cleaned up. I will see around y/n” she said as she left you to sort yourself out. You couldn’t think straight. She had fucked you dumb. You decided that a cool shower should help your mind sober up from this. You made your way to the showers placing your clothes next to your towel. You turned on the water and immediately stood under the water.

Phasma was about to head back to her quarters but as she passed the shower block she realised you were still here. Maybe she could make you cum just one more time. She snuck into the shower block stripping off her clothes placing them next to yours before walking into your shower cubicle.

You had your back to her which made you jump when you felt a pair of big strong arms wrap their arms around your body. “Daddy is going to make you cum one more time” she moaned into your ear. Phasma rested her back against the wall as she pulled your body so your back was flush against her front.

Her hand travelled down your body and found its way to your sensitive clit once more. There was a little ledge in this shower cubicle so you lifted your leg letting it rest on the ledge which gave Phasma better access to your throbbing cunt. Unlike last time Phasma was much more gentle with her actions. She teased your clit as she rubbed small circles over it.

You were a moaning mess and Phasma loved the fact she could make you weak at the knees for her. Phasma could tell you were getting close once again as she started to feel your body shake slightly from the pleasure. “Cum for me baby girl. Cum for daddy” she moaned in your ear before marking up your neck.

You came instantly and you were weak at the knees. Phasma held you until you had finally gained the strength to stand again. “My quarters tomorrow night at 21:00. Don’t be late because daddy is gonna fuck you with his strap and destroy that pussy of yours” she moaned in your ear before leaving you in the shower, shock clearly plastered on your face.

What the hell happened tonight? You weren’t complaining and you couldn’t wait for Captain to fuck you senselessly again tomorrow night. You tried to walk back to your quarters but Captain Phasma had fucked you so good that you couldn’t walk properly. It looked like you wouldn’t be walking for days because Phasma clearly wasn’t done with you quite yet.

[merrellholland]

Not So Bad After All → P.Parker AU

HEYYYY YALL; its been a minute and I am sooooo sorry LMAO. I promise to get back into my writing era <3

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Person: Peter Parker (Tom Holland)

AU: college hockey player, frat boy, still spider-man in secret

Words: 2.4k

Warning: swearing, slight bullying (but nothing too deep)

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Never in my life would I expect to have been dressed up in the most stinky and bulky fury suit… yet, here I am dressed as Sparky the Eagle. I was currently a junior at Empire State University located in beautiful New York, and throughout the years I may have found myself in a bit of a dilemma. 

Money was never an easy task for my family and I, in fact I got into this school with a huge scholarship to help support my financial needs. Despite that, I still needed to pay some tuition fees and that meant that I needed a job. This isn’t my first rodeo though, back home I had many jobs all at the same time during high school in order to help my mom with paying bills. The only hard part was trying to find a job in New York, a place that I’ve never been to until I started my first semester at Empire State. 

As I’ve completed the first two years and am now currently in my third, I’ve noticed the major stereotypical things for a college on T.V were coming to real life. The sorority girls were straight-up obnoxious and cruel to other girls who weren’t part of their sorority house, the frat boys were shirtless 24/7 while playing beer pong and having girls in bikinis all over their front yards of their gigantic frat house every Friday, and lastly the sport-frat boys. These guys were a whole different level of frat boys, and I’ve learned that very early on. These guys? Not only were they known for their handsome looks but most of these guys were going to real professional sports leagues after college, and we all know how that goes for them… in terms of love life. 

All the girls (and some guys) would be over, flirting constantly with them and not really taking interest in their sport but rather their six-pack abs and looks.  

As much as it pains me to say the cliche phrase “not like other girls” it's true. I really wasn't like the other girls swooning over these guys 24/7 and attending their friday night parties after classes were done. I was more the type of person who would prefer to finish homework and then cozy up with some blankets and a classic 2010’s rom-com. 

But now I can’t even do that since my new job requires me to be at the ice rink every week on Fridays from 6-9pm. Six to nine! That’s three hours of prime time that I could be doing homework! And that’s not even the worst part,my job was that I had to be the mascot for the ice-hockey team during their games and interacting with the fans. The Empire State hockey team was one of the best in the college leagues throughout the nation and most players got into the NHL as soon as they graduated. 

And now I’m their mascot, well I dress up as their mascot and that means getting a big sweaty and gross costume every Friday for 3-4 hours… great. Not that I could complain though, since surprisingly the pay wasn’t that bad due to the fact that you’re a student. Today was my first day on the job. The Empire Eagles were playing against the Cornell Big Red’s today and it was a home game so many students were going to attend. 

After I arrived at the rink, the manager handed me the keys to the supply storage room to change into the eagle costume. Getting into that costume was a full ass workout, the smell is something I’ve never smelt before and the amount I was sweating was unbearable. Nevertheless, I got into that God awful attire and headed outside to the ice-rink. The coolness of the air inside did help a little, but I could still feel the beads of sweat trickling down my face. 

My manager told me to practice walking on the ice with the costume since during the halftime break you had to collect all the tokens of appreciation from the fans as they threw it onto the rink from their seats. I slowly walked onto the ice with my giant eagle feet and waddled back and forth to try to get used to it before the game started, I practiced bending down to pick up the gifts  in character and tried to come up with some signature eagle moves… might as well have some fun with it righ–

“Yo excuse me but the rink is for the players to practice right now.” 

I quickly snapped my head to look behind me and– 

Great. A sport-frat boy. 

Peter Parker was someone that was greatly known throughout the university, top GPA, great looks, apparently great in the bedroom (so I’ve heard), and was the centerman for the Empire Eagles hockey team. Though I’ve never really paid attention to him. And as much as I wanted to dislike him, I’ve never personally met him before or even talked to him… so who am I to judge? 

After all, he did ask somewhat politely and– why the heck am I overthinking this? Just apologize and move on Y/N!

I cleared my throat and attempted to have a deeper voice, “Sorry dude I wasn’t aware, I’ll be on my way now” I said… and cringed internally after saying that. 

Peter nodded his head and smiled, “No worries, just a little jittery for the game so I wanted some extra practice” He replied. 

I nodded my head and then exited the rink, going back to the storage room so nobody would see me yet. 

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The game started and was currently ending the second quarter with the score being 2-1, the Empire Eagles winning and the Cornell Big Red’s tailing behind. I could tell that all of the players from Empire State were filled with happiness… and might I add overconfident and cocky. But that was something that I couldn’t pay attention to since I had to focus on giving it my all while I walked towards the ice rink at halftime and collected all the gifts that were thrown onto the ice from the fans in the stadium. 

I walked in character as the fun spunky eagle while walking on the ice and picking up the teddy bears with a girl's number in sharpie written on it and a bunch of red roses. As I picked them up and headed back, I took a quick glance and the audience. There were some students who seemed genuinely happy to be there and there were those… What do people call them? Oh yeah puck bunnies? Yeah there were a whole lot of girls wearing those boob jackets from lululemon and attempting to look cold but also cute and petite. I mean again, I’m not one to judge so you do you I guess. 

After I collected all of the gifts from the fans, I took some pictures with a couple of kids and I enjoyed that part. I liked seeing the smiles on their faces as they stood proud with me as their parents took photos. It definitely seemed like a core memory for them and I’m glad that I somewhat got to be a part of that. 

As the third and fourth quarter went on, it was brutal for us. Cornell absolutely demolished Empire State and beat us 4-2. I guess that’s what our players get for being cocky and overconfident throughout the whole game, thinking that they’ve got this. 

After the game ended and the fans left the stadium, my manager said to stay behind and clean the place up and pick up any extra gifts that were left. As I bent down (still in my eagle costume) to pick up some flowers that were left on the ice, something extremely heavy bumped into me from behind causing me to fling forward and make an umph sound. 

“What the fuck?” I cursed in a whisper. 

“DUDE what the fuck are you still doing here?! You need to get out, it's closed practice now looser” the voice said. 

I turned around and looked at the man who was clearly a player on the Empire State Eagles, he had blonde hair and green eyes and was definitely 6’1”. Shit, what was I supposed to do? My manager literally told me to clean the place up and then help security to lock up the stadium! 

“Bro be nice, you don’t gotta be mean” Another boy said. 

As I looked up, I saw that that other boy was no other than Peter Parker. But before I could register that, he offered me a hand and I immediately accepted it. 

I attempted to not sound like a scared wimp so I deepened my voice a little, “Uh thanks dude, I wasn’t aware that it was a closed practice… I’ll uh keep that in mind next time” I said to him. 

He smiled, “Don’t worry, Charlie’s just a snob” He replied. 

“Yeah I can tell” I responded while walking out of the rink. 

He laughed again while combing through his sweaty brown curls, giving me butterflies–

Wait what. 

Nope. Nope. Never. Never in a million years. I refuse. 

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The next couple of weeks went by normally, except I’ve started to notice Peter Parker more often. I never realized he was in three of my classes. In my morning class he would wear his hockey sweatshirt with gray sweatpants and in the afternoon he would take off his sweatshirt, revealing a tight-fitted white shirt that showed off his biceps. 

Damn, now I understand why girls swoon over guys like him… bro’s majestic. 

But my mama always told me to focus on my studies, boys come after. And that's what I planned to do, stay focused. He probably doesn’t even know me since at school I’m practically a nobody. I mean I join clubs, I’m in choir, and I’m part of many study groups so most people would know who I am but they probably have other friends to talk to besides me. The same goes for my roommates, they know me but they have other friend groups. 

Once again, it was Friday and that meant that we had another home game. The Eagles were playing against the NYU Bobcats. I went into the stadium and got into my disgusting and sweaty eagle costume. Throughout the weeks, I think I slowly got into character and found new dances to help entertain the little kids during timeouts and in between quarters. 

As the game started, I did my little dances whenever I could and the score at the end of the second quarter was 1-1. The stakes were going to be high but I have a feeling that we were gonna win this one. 

During the third quarter, I sat on the bench that was reserved for me and watched Peter, jersey number 4, skate all over the ice with his hockey stick. He had the puck, all of his attention was on it. The whole audience had a feeling that he was gonna score a goal but then all of a sudden one of the NYU players stole the puck from him and skated furiously across the other side of the rink. 

You could see Peter cursing and quickly going to the other side along with his other teammates. Ever since that moment, it seemed that something triggered Peter… he was starting to get more aggressive and ruthless. It made me anxious to see his behavior on the ice, but nevertheless I kept watching. 

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Despite the tight game, the Eagles won 3-2 and the whole crowd celebrated which meant that many gifts were thrown down onto the rink. Teddy bears and roses were everywhere and it was all me that had to clean it up. I walked on the ice with my feet stuck in the puffy eagle claws of my costume, gathered all of the gifts, and put them in a big container that I dragged with me across the ice. After I got all the stuffed animals and flowers in the container I headed towards my manager to give it to. As I handed it to him, he thanked me and said I was free as soon as I checked the whole stadium again to see if there was anyone else. I nodded and went back to the arena. 

I checked to see if there were any other fans that were trying to stay behind, but didn’t find any… but gosh my feet hurt so much and I just need a little break before heading back to my dorm. 

I took out the headpiece of the eagle costume and sighed as the cool breeze from the arena chilled my flushed cheeks. I then took out the rest of my costume which left me with my sweaty ponytail and loose hair strands framing my face along with my black leggings and shirt. Though I didn’t take it into consideration that there would be anyone else entering the stadium again after the game was over. But I guess I was wrong, because all of a sudden I heard a voice from behind me: 

“I didn’t realize you were a girl,” I turned my head around to see who it was. 

Peter Parker? I thought in my head. 

“Or pretty.” he finished his statement with his mouth parting slightly. 

I could feel my cheeks warm up despite the cool air as I laughed awkwardly, “W-What? Oh t-thanks… you look pretty too” I replied, not thinking about what I just said. 

Peter just nodded and he looked like he was seconds away from drooling as he continued to stare at me… he really does make a girl feel special. 

“Uhm, are you doing some extra practice? Or–” I say trying to break the silence. 

Peter slightly shook his head and cleared his throat, “Uh yeah, it’s just I don’t feel like I gave it my all today even though we won so I wanted to get some practice in… if that’s okay?” he says. 

I smiled and nodded my head, “Yeah sure, I’ll just go tell my manager and put this costume away.” I told him as I stood up.

He smiled back at me with his teeth as I walked towards the manager’s office, feeling intense butterflies cause Peter fucking Parker just called me pretty… WHAT IS MY LIFE?!

You know, I said in the beginning that I wasn’t like other girls but now I definitely think I am (well at least internally). 

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AN: PART TWO?? 😏

[henryclaremontdiaz]

alex's favorite workout

Henry Fox (he/him) ✓ @HenryFox @ god how to become weights so he’s bouncing me on his lap 15K Retweets 30.7K Quotes 500K Likes -- After watching Alex's Men's Health workout video, Henry accidentally thirst tweets on his main account. Alex notices.

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Henry Fox hated the internet. It was like his own personal hell. 

In theory he liked the internet well enough, he used it for work as an actor and a model. He had his official account everyone knew about, but what no one knew was that he had a private account as well. He was only human.

And he couldn’t be horny on his official account. No one had to know the kinds of things he liked and bookmarked there, that was between him, God, and Elon. 

Henry woke up and opened up Twitter, and he was instantly reminded of why he hates the internet. 

Men’s Health. Fucking Men’s Health. 

It was tough enough on him when Oliver Stark did his workout video with them, but Alex Claremont-Diaz? Were they trying to kill him?

Alexander Claremont-Diaz: actor, model, cause of death of Henry Fox.

He scrolled through the tweets, the videos and screenshots were all too much. His hair, his eyelashes. 

His thighs.

Fuck, his thighs. They were perfect for biting, Henry wanted nothing more than to rake his nails over them as he sucked Alex off. He just knew  his dick was big, there was no way he had all that confidence without something huge to back it up. 

And that turned him on. He loved a cocky man, and Alex was so cocky and gorgeous.

His hand slid into his underwear as he watched a video of him lifting with his hips, his cock hard and leaking just at the idea. He wanted to walk in on Alex working out, he wanted to pull down his shorts while he was nice and sweaty and such a fucking man. He closed his eyes as he stroked himself, his mind moving to Alex taking him right there on his bench. 

Alex’s legs were so strong, Henry wouldn’t even have to ride him. He could just fuck him from under him.

He moaned loudly as he came, Alex’s video still playing on his phone as he milked himself dry, his stomach and hand covered in his release. He signed contently, wiping his hand on his underwear before looking to his phone again. He couldn’t stop himself, he had to quote retweet that video before heading to the shower.

He was only in the shower for a couple minutes, he didn’t think his phone would blow up so much in that time. As he opened up his app, he gasped and his eyes grew wide at what he saw.

Henry Fox (he/him) ✓ @HenryFox

@ god how to become weights so he’s bouncing me on his lap

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Fuck! Fuck, fuck fuck.

He quickly deleted it, his heart racing and his hands shaking. He couldn’t believe he did that, that he didn’t even check to make sure he was on the right account first before tweeting out something so dirty.

He checked his texts to find ones from Percy, of course he found it hilarious. He answered the incoming FaceTime from his best friend, and he could see how red his face was in camera. “This isn’t funny!”

“Oh love, it’s so funny,” Percy said back, laughing loudly. “Were you just so horny you didn’t see what account you were on?” he asked. 

“No! I had just finished- never mind,” he said, just blushing harder.

“Poor thing. Maaaaybe he didn’t see it.”

“If he did, I’m going to die. I’ll actually drop dead, right here on the floor.”

“Well if you do, I’ll make sure to wear something gorgeous to your funeral and give a speech. ‘He died as he lived: gay and horny’.”

“I’m hanging up on you now,” Henry said back and Percy just laughed again as he ended the call.

Henry Fox (he/him) ✓ @HenryFox

Sooooo... The weather?

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Alexander the Great  ✓ @AlexCD

i think there’s something else we should talk about instead [screenshot.png]

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Henry could’ve died right then and there. Oh God, Alex was right there, with a screenshot of his horny post. 

He instantly opened Alex’s page and opened up a DM, his pulse hard in his throat.

@HenryFox: Oh my God, I’m so sorry @HenryFox: Obviously, you weren’t supposed to see that. @HenryFox: Or anyone, for that matter.

@AlexCD: it’s okay hfuewifhud @AlexCD: it was a surprise, for sure. i was wondering why my mentions were going up so fast. @AlexCD: so… i mean. i could show you my home gym. @AlexCD: if you’d like.

Henry blinked hard at his phone, wondering if he had actually died and this was heaven. 

@HenryFox: Are you sure?

@AlexCD: oh yeah, i could show you my favorite workout.

Henry’s heart was racing for a completely different reason now, he couldn’t believe this. Alex sent him his address and they set up a date, and he knew that no matter what that was all he was going to think about until it happened. 

Which, of course, made all the interviews he had to do between then and now very awkward. He was a professional, and he carefully skirted around the questions about the tweet as he promoted his most recent television miniseries. “Alex and I had a great laugh about that,” he said, grinning at the woman behind the camera. 

“Did God ever grant your wish to become a set of weights?” she asked and he laughed carefully.

“No comment.”

The day finally came, and Henry was practically vibrating with excitement. He pulled up to Alex’s house and Alex met him at the door in a tank top and a pair of shorts, and he knew what he was doing. There was no way he didn’t. 

“Henry!” he said, a wide grin on his face as he opened his arms wide. Alex was just as charming in person as he was on the screen, it was dangerous. 

“Alex. I can’t believe we’ve gone this long without meeting,” Henry said back, giving him a smile. 

“Well, no time like the present.” Alex lead him inside, and they went straight to his home gym that was in his video. “Maybe I should start by showing you some of my workouts, in person,” he said, and he went straight to the bench. That fucking bench.

Henry watched him as he started to do the hip thrusts he did, the ones that had drove him wild. And it immediately turned him on.

He could only watch him for a few minutes before he broke, getting up and walking over to him. “I have to see your favorite workout,” he said, looking down at him. Alex looked up at him and his pupils grew, quickly moving to put up the weights. He moved over to Henry again and took his face in his hands, pulling him in for a kiss. 

Alex instantly deepened the kiss, licking into Henry’s mouth. Henry let out a surprised whine, and Alex laughed into his mouth as he pressed his body against his. He pulled away just enough to drop to his knees in front of Alex, his hands trailing over his thighs.

“You have such amazing thighs,” he said, watching as Alex’s cock twitched under his shorts. Henry’s throat was dry just at the thought, and he moved his hand up to palm at him. Alex’s moan was like music to his ears, and he pulled down his shorts to expose Alex’s cock to the air.

And it was even better than he imagined. 

“Fuck,” he said, and he heard Alex’s low chuckle above him.

“See something you like?”

“I see something that I need inside of me. Like, now,” he said, looking up at him before licking a broad stripe up the underside of his cock. “Want you to fuck me,” he started, taking his tip into his mouth and gently sucking. He let go, a string of spit and precum connecting his bottom lip to Alex’s slit. “Want you to fuck me right there on your workout bench. Show me how much those hip thrust workouts help you.”

Alex stepped away and reached into his bag, pulling out a bottle of lube before stripping out of his tank top. He got on the bench again and he patted his legs, motioning for Henry to join him. 

Henry took off his bottoms before walking over to him, straddling his waist. Alex reached behind Henry and he gasped when he felt metal instead of his hole, looking up at him amazed. 

He blushed lightly, not looking at him for a moment. “I knew I wouldn’t want to wait. So I worked myself open before I left and put in a plug so I’d be ready for you,” he admitted. Alex pulled out the plug and tossed it to the side, slicking up his fingers and sliding two into Henry’s hole with a groan. 

“Fuck, you’re so ready for me aren’t you?” he asked and Henry nodded. 

“Need you in me. Now.”

Henry took the lube and poured it into his hand, reaching under him to take Alex’s cock into his hand. He slowly stroked him, slicking up his cock. Alex’s head tipped back, his fingers coming out of Henry as he let him play with his cock. After a moment he lined up his cock with his hole and he sunk down, a deep groan leaving his lips as he did.

Henry moved until he was completely seated on Alex’s lap, his cock stretching him open better than anyone else ever had. He rested his hands on Alex’s broad chest, letting his body get adjusted to the burn.

Alex started to thrust slowly, his pace quickening with his passing moment. He couldn’t hold back, it felt so good. His hips moving up and down, his hands resting on Henry’s own hips so he couldn’t move, so Alex could truly fuck him. 

Henry’s nails lightly scratched at Alex’s pecs as Alex fucked him harder, the only sounds in the room was skin on skin and Henry’s slutty moans, and that just fueled Alex more. 

He wanted to show Henry how strong he really was. 

Alex sat up and bucked into him a couple more times before he grabbed him from under his ass, standing up while still inside of Henry.

Henry gasped, his eyes opening wide. “Fuck, Alex!” he said, and Alex held onto him as he fucked him, showing him that he could fuck him holding him with just his own strength.

And that fact alone surprised Henry so much, he came without warning. He moaned out Alex’s name and his cock twitched, cumming hard over Alex’s stomach and chest untouched. 

Alex moved them back to the bench, pulling out of Henry just long enough to turn him around so he was bent over before he slammed back into him. He held onto Henry’s hips again as he fucked him, chasing his own orgasm. “Fuck, Henry. So desperate for me you cum without me even getting to touch that pretty cock of yours?” he asked, and Henry whined in reply with a nod. 

It was so embarrassing, but so hot. 

The bench moved with their movements as Henry leaned against it limply, letting Alex fuck him however he wanted. It didn’t take much longer before Alex stilled, completely buried inside of him as he came.

He pulled out and sat back, breathless as he looked at the sight before him. “Fuck, Henry. Didn’t know you were so dirty,” he teased, pushing a hand through his curls. 

Henry chuckled weakly at that, unable to move. “Hard not to be when you’re so hot. I don’t think I can move, you arse.”

“That just means I did it right,” Alex teased, standing up and offering Henry his hand. 

“Come on, let’s get a shower.”

[missamyrisa2]

I remember a post from a while ago talking about boymode and how you kinda differ with your lee/ler side in comparison to how you normally write. How often is boymode vs girlmode if you don't mind me asking?

I love how our amazing Amy writes but that boymode does something fuzzy to my lee/ler switchy brain 😵‍💫

- a subby trans guy that would love to see more boy mode posts? 🐶

Sooooo~

I've been sort of slyly slipping my boy mode in a little more lately ~ especially on any of my stories with "alex". That's meeee ~!

But yes, any time there's a lot less "~"s and hearts and the looooong drawn out teases that would be me leaning a little more towards boy mode. I'm much more direct and a bit of a butt with all my matter of fact comments and hustling up the giggles. I also curse a lot more when I lean in that direction.

More like...

Alright look at this right here. You see what I have here? I have one-two-three-four-holy shit I have five! Five wiggly fingers buddy, and guess what? They're coming for you! Not for that guy down the road, not that punk around the corner. There's five tickles and your name is on every single one. Yeah, and now you're wiggling! Because you're ticklish. And I know, I know you're gonna try and wriggle free aren't ya, oh yeah just like that. Problem is, you're ticklish just about everywhere. Oh yes, I know. I know you're ticklish under your arms and I can wiggle these fingers up in there right up in here. Don't try to fight it. Don't run! That's just gonna make it worse.

Ohh but you like it worse my giggly gigglebox boy don't ya? You're a giggleglutton, I know them when I see them and ah yeah those are the squeaks, that's the good stuff now. What else you got? Let's see what we have down here my toyboy, I see some siiiiides. Yep, two sides and look. Look, look, look! I have two hands! That's twice the tickles. Twice the tickles for you when I squeeze up and down your sides. Two for one! Lucky boy with a hot body uh huh that's what we've got here. So ticklish, so hot. Coochie coo!

And you're gonna wrestle me now? Alright, bring it on hot stuff. Let's see how tough you are. Come on tough guy, kick me off. Let's get those legs pumping. We'll call it your workout for today. I'm certified in leg day after all. Oh no. What happened here? What happened huh? Do I have your ankle? Is that what happened? I'm just not sure, can you give me a play by play? An instant replay? Because, and I'm not an expert I just want that known, I do believe I have your wrist and now my wiggly fingers are coming down for them toes. And it looks liiiiike, yep, we've got scrunchers! You can scrunch all ya like tough guy, it's still gonna tickle!

I mean, it's fine. This is all I know how to do anyway, one fist in the air in victory over a ticklish tough guy who is not so tuff. Not so tuff! Maybe you're gruff. Wannabe gruff huh? Yep, ticklish toes. Just like I thought. And I'll bet you have a ticklish boy button too don't ya? Ah yeah, so tough, gonna growl it out for me? Now, if you would juuuust cooperate with me. Yep, let's get this leg here under mine and yeap, goochie goo on your belly. Right on that navel. Let's get a finger up in there and oh yeah, that's a spot. There's a spot. There's a good tough cookie. Giggle it out. And here's a feather. Yep, I've got a feather just for you. Not too tough for a feather now are ya my giggleboy?

And we're just gonna take mr feather here and go up and down that cute boy button and ah we'll just see what sounds tumble out those cute lips. You're so sexy and handsome like this, all wiggly and blushing and gasping. I don't think I can stop tickling. Nope, we're not stoppin the tickling. It's an all nighter tough guy, an all-night giggle cram and extract and I think I'll just keep you forever. Sorry-not-sorry-coochie-coochie!!

[nobody-nexus]

(Slaps my Tumblr) ROXICA HCS AM I RIGHT

Roxanne Wolf (She/Her - Transfem - Lesbian)

Glamrock Chica (She/Her - Cisgender - Bisexual)

CUDDLES. CUDDLES ALL THE TIME. Roxy finds Chica's feathers SUPER SOFT and therefore PDA is a MUST have

Chica is like the best cook and Roxy can like work a microwave

Nicknames galore! Roxy's favorite for Chica is Chickpea and Chica's favorite for Roxy is Puppy

Some may think Roxy is the big spoon but NO CHICA IS

Roxy is super overprotective and loyal for her bird gf it's a lil scary

The two of them used to love covering songs with one another, but Roxy got SOOOOO mad due to Chica's upgrade that now Roxy sings love songs to Chica in order to componsate

If the wolf's having an emotional moment, Chica cuddles her and sways her back and forth. Works like a charm every time too

Chica's favorite food is pizza obviously, but Roxy is more of a burger fan. They have ways to have both of course

Chica makes gifts for Roxy, which she keeps all of them no exception

If anyone called Roxy anything masculine that isn't 'bro' or 'dude', Roxy WILL spiral- but Chica will help her make sure it doesn't get to her head

They workout together!

They're goofy enough to wear matching shirts

Monty finds them both annoying when they're on a date

Roxica Gatorbun double dates anyway!

The first one outside of the two to realize they were both dating was Bonnie. The last was Freddy (he's dumb)

Roxy has a secret love for overally romantic dates. She doesn't want the others except Chica to know

Yes they've adopted Cassie next question

Chica is a wine aunt... Roxy is the rum aunt

They get drunk together a LOT- and Vanessa can swear she heard heavy clanking in Chica's room-

They send cat memes to one another a lot of the time

Roxy rambles about human shows to her ALLL OF THE TIME

Chica's more of a listener then a talker, but she doesn't mind that at all

"Hey Chickpea look at this drawing I made" "Roxy that's a penis" "Eyyyy"

Yeah no it's not surprising that Roxy's humor is a little vulgar, and she even taught Cassie the FUCK word :D

Inside jokes between the both of them. They make them specifically around Monty a lot because he does a similar thing

Roxy has anger issues and Chica has constant stress on her mind

TRAUMA DUMPING GIRLFRIENDS YAAAAASSSSS

When they were shattered, Roxy could tell it was Chica from her touch. She got used to Chica's shattered whirrs and crunches after a little bit

Fazbear Entertainment has no clue they're dating despite them not hiding it. Helpy sees them making out and he's like "Yep just some gal pals :D"

Gregory: PACK IT UP SKITTLE SQUAD

Roxy has indeed gotten jealous before with Chica finding Freddy even the slightest bit attractive (but now she's open with sharing the bird with the himbo bear)

Chica is VERY vocal about how much she loves her doggy gf

Yeah I have a LOT more but my fingers hurt from all this typing so if this gets enough likes I will make a part 2. Hope you like them ^^

[clatoera]

Would you be willing to give us some Cashbaria headcannons?

Okay yes I am sorry this took a few days but I was trynig to focus all creative energies into the most recent chapter of ARWBFB/PFSK so now that that is posted (and these are not containing any spoilers for that chapter now sooooo) here have a couple.

Also I want to acknowledge @cashmereee because I've been in the DMs for DAYS now absolutely saying unhinged cashbaria things so! A lot of these things come from my side of the DMs so...she's seen them before.

Enobaria comes home one day to a bunch of cardboard boxes in the doorway (empty). By the time she gets up stairs there is bright light radiating from the bedroom, where Cashmere has installed a professional level vanity with the bright lights around the mirror. Just because D2 is dull does not mean her makeup has to be.

2. Again, Enobaria comes home and her once very plain space now involves pictures on every wall. Of them, of them with people they love, them on vacation, do you see the recurring theme? Cashmere loves a picture op and she absolutely makes sure to cover both their D1 and their D2 home in the evidence of their lives.

3. They can share any clothes item. They are almost the exact same size. They don't tend to have the same taste, but you know what they do love? a black legging. The number one workout pant option is undoubtedly black leggings. It's to the point they don't even bother keeping them separate. They have one shared drawer in each district full of them.

4. Cashmere absolutely is obsessed with Enobaria's natural hair and the curls. She is hiding any hair bands, straighteners, and ANY tool that Enobaria could use to make her hair a high, tight, straight pony tail (nothing is straight in this house not even their hair). She's replacing everything with a claw clip or a scrunchie. Good luck Enobaria.

5. They're travelers, as much as possible, post war. Besides the back and forth between their homes, they can never be tracked down. They're in four one week, laid out on the beach. The next they're in a cabin in 7 (not Cash's fave). They're back at four the week after. They love a trip, they really really really really love the beach (visiting Finnick is nice too). Long story short it's impossible to locate the two of them at any given moment.

6. They love equally. That being said, Cash fully thinks the twins are cooler while Enobaria says the same about Clove's son. They aren't putting them against each other but theres some..friendly competition over who has a better baby. (though Enobaria is IN on the underground twin racing, that Cashmere most definitely knows nothing about) That being said, Enobaria weirdly enjoys the twins who absolutely call her Aun-ee-baria. She's got a soft spot. It's because they look like Cash to her.

Thank you friend!!