#football jersey for men
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
Welcome to UAESSS, a definitive internet based store for every one of your games and wellness needs. We are energetic about aiding our clients look and feel their best while performing at their pinnacle. We offer a wide assortment of shoes, exercise center preparation stuff, and shirts for different games groups, including the exceptionally expected FIFA World Cup. Our items are cautiously arranged to guarantee the greatest and style, so you can constantly do your absolute best. At UAESSS, we have faith in giving our clients the best incentive for their cash. That is the reason we're offering a 10% rebate on buys over 225AED with code UAE10. So, whether you're an expert competitor or a wellness fan, we take care of you. Shop now and experience the UAE'S contrast!
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/09340f1e568fc64c5b5e01af900cc880/9807591070cbd277-ac/s540x810/cbfd9b5c732fab7316de0377f279d7f1142762f1.jpg)
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/dab3cd0f95a39d782cb6cee4f80bc4b3/9807591070cbd277-c9/s540x810/0e79b37aeb55b043c765b9140e11fdd404afbd80.jpg)
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/b699bec303d399c9df1bbd065caf2f74/9807591070cbd277-86/s540x810/14cf81a1ad13f075b7d7d3848f5d8234e1240e5a.jpg)
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/37c4e31490f2b635dee2730bd952b355/9807591070cbd277-ee/s540x810/e90c3a076bc920301d7fb03a3572baf9dcdd2627.jpg)
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/fd1b2029c3af9ffe8e9996504dcde4a4/9807591070cbd277-93/s540x810/46140ac73db5fa62d6efe968637b0cad469c0e75.jpg)
#football jersey online uae#football jersey set#football jersey for men#football club jersey#uae jersey football#soccer jerseys#football team jersey#sportswear shops#uae sports store#sports shops online
0 notes
Text
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/52f66c5c5af28535f8cc8c2ca9ba97ba/cceb0bb11ac52890-21/s540x810/3f47ca1987126a63998cbc824f4c98ba1782bf97.jpg)
#kim jiwoong#zb1#zerobaseone#guys in jeans#blue jeans#crop top#guys in crop tops#black belt#football jersey#male idols#kpop idols#bl actors#blonde asian#asian men#waterbomb 2024#waterbomb#midriff#menswear#beautiful men
14 notes
·
View notes
Text
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/344850d8c21f09cc0f97c335e8d88d5a/3044ad549fd69985-d2/s540x810/f771a083b64a22b885e3913a5e21e8c34be5eaf4.jpg)
#Football#men’s football#Under Armour#Under Armour shorts#Men in Under Armour#Men in Under Armour shorts#Lululemon#Lululemon tights#Women in Lululemon#Women in Lululemon tights#Lycra#Lycra shorts#Lycra tights#Women in Lycra#Men in Lycra#men in Lycra shorts#women in Lycra tights#Black Lycra#grey Lycra#Shirt#Women in shirts#Jersey#Men in jerseys#Couple#Male#Female
9 notes
·
View notes
Text
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/599c6787c246cce5e76db5fc5cac69fd/f20252e471cd5b3f-43/s540x810/93b4da8ca100deff14ebee22f4e8bfc3aa954894.jpg)
#Football#Men’s football#Cheerleader#Nike#Nike jersey#Men in Nike#Men in Nike jerseys#Shorts#Men in shorts#Jersey#Men in jerseys#Dress#Women in dresses#Shirt#Men in shirts#Couple#Male#Female
4 notes
·
View notes
Text
(・–・) \(・◡・)/ jude ?! ♡
#jude bellingham#real madrid#football#sports#win#bet#live#jerseys#highlights#sport#sportswear#stadium#soccer#footballer#premier league#men#IS#IT#JUST#ME#OR#HE#SO#FINE#AND#BEAUTIFUK#AHHHH#my love is mine all mine#HES SO CUTE#JUDE JUDE JUDE
14 notes
·
View notes
Text
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/438f1f23eec494ed6d133525380c8e5b/138e336b4187214c-da/s540x810/0584a678efbe889f1e69f232b983be954bd38ba3.jpg)
#ateez hongjoong#kim hongjoong#kpop idols#tennis#tennis outfit#martine rose#soccer jersey#football jersey#men's fashion#orange hair#kpop hair#kpop boys#ball boy#white pants#sporty#chain necklace#headband#hongjoong#ateez
10 notes
·
View notes
Text
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/aac674a4b4ed0df949c3eb80aec08e82/416d4ef667e04cdc-c1/s540x810/a0467fec3f74aba094326edde41106ec5fdab0db.jpg)
#Football#Men’s football#Under Armour#Under Amour shorts#Men in Under Armour#Men in Under Armour shorts#Lululemon#Lululemon tights#Women in Lululemon#Women in Lululemon tights#Lycra#Lycra shorts#Lycra tights#Men in Lycra#Women in Lycra#Men in Lycra shorts#Women in Lycra tights#Black Lycra#Grey Lycra#Shirt#Women in shirts#Jersey#Men in jerseys#Couple#Male#Female
6 notes
·
View notes
Text
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/760f1a07fa0e2be78d28067e64ccb3ff/b5d96d2ab729b969-18/s640x960/787a4d5434d6a2b859858e7a135a05bf09b8e962.jpg)
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/73e131c3b072b51a5ff1bc5b765de547/b5d96d2ab729b969-78/s640x960/61702b28e305f781475d920a16736c9ba0656b7c.jpg)
dec. 22.23 | all love, all day, every day. always 🇲🇦♥️
#me#my face#LISTEN#i grew up in football jerseys and i feel so nostalgic 2day#t’was a comfort thing#a comfort ✨fit✨ if u will#also#don’t trust people who don’t unconditionally love morocco and its people#thems the terms#POV u’r a feral li’l Kabyle/Italian bastard who can’t get along with ur men cuz of ur temper#love my algerian brothers tho#we just social distance for everyone’s safety ♥️#and i ain’t allowed italian men cuz mamma said no
13 notes
·
View notes
Text
The outfits at Moroccan weddings be like
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/c5d7bb795e8fa8fd2c5ce1ee432270c3/52b7723187c19f9a-0f/s540x810/d52939893e76b4995397fd66ce27ec526756ef77.jpg)
#the women be wearing the most shiny intricate beautiful gorgeous dresses with the most extravagant accessories and makeup#the men just. throw on a tracksuit or a football jersey. maybe a hoodie if its cold#laughing s og post#morocco i love you
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/981b7f21bdb21a0d9cf402db37006aab/74d59c16349a89b9-9a/s540x810/f415ad9d13a81cc75214aef50a48dc3ebfa5192a.jpg)
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/5d0497a8d9782d9dc72ece099b352c40/74d59c16349a89b9-72/s540x810/764ba5ce199df853cfa6f945263f74c14897c7f1.jpg)
#graphic design#design#photoshop#designer#art#graphic designer#branddesign#branding#brand#clothing#clothes#jerseys#jersey#football#fashion clothing#mens clothing#vintage clothing#adobeillustrator#adobe#adobe illustrator#adobe photoshop#artwork
0 notes
Text
#football jersey online uae#football jersey set#football jersey for men#football club jersey#uae jersey football#soccer jerseys#football team jersey#sportswear shops#uae sports store#sports shops online
0 notes
Text
Custom jerseys combine personality and team spirit, perfect for sports teams, corporate events, and community gatherings. With custom design jersey online tools, personalise every detail—from colours and logos to names and numbers. Made with high-quality fabric and vibrant prints, these jerseys offer comfort, durability, and a lasting sense of pride and unity. They’re more than uniforms; they’re symbols of teamwork and belonging.
0 notes
Text
The JJK men want YOU to wear their jersey
Tags: JJK men x fem!Reader, college au, sports au, mostly fluff and/or crack, suggestive only on Toji’s (nasty bitch), itafushi makes an appearance
An: This has been heavy on my brain recently 🙂↕️ Also, I don’t know if this concept is only in like my area, but basically, the concept is that on game days, a common thing for highschool/college players to do is to wear their jersey to class, and their sweetheart wears their home/away jersey. it’s just a cute thing to show support. Another thing, I know Kamo is not Choso’s last name, and I know Sukuna is not Sukuna’s last name. Sukuna might not even be Sukuna’s name at all. idk and idc. this is a no curse au anyways so who cares! let me know if i should do more sports au :)
Incl - Satoru, Suguru, Nanami, Choso, Toji, Sukuna
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/15d5867340186f37cf21ff06d03d3d88/19a941b661b0922e-43/s540x810/3fcb312148156f5d8c0f8bfbffe55a63f3fec693.jpg)
SATORU
Girls will literally hunt Satoru down to get his jersey from him, and if you were the lucky girl who got to wear the jersey of the star quarterback… you either became instantly popular, or every girl in the university wanted to kill you.
“I’m sorry, ladies. I already have someone in mind.” Satoru flashed a grin towards the crowd of girls surrounding his seat. Disappointed sighs and whines emitted from the group as they slowly dissipated from his desk.
Satoru couldn’t care less. They could be mad at him if they wanted to. They were no where near as special as the girl he had his eyes set on.
Class had yet to start, and Satoru was growing tired of just staring at the back of your head. He finally got up, and he slumped down in the chair next to you.
“Is this seat taken?” He asked with a bright smile. He hadn’t interacted with you much, but he always had his eye on you. You were the one of the few girls who didn’t dumb down their intelligence for him to make themselves more appealing.
“It’s not.” You replied shortly. You weren’t rude, just incredibly matter-of-fact.
“Wanna make a bet with me?” Satoru asked as he tried to catch your eyes from your book. He was really pining for your attention, and you wouldn’t pass him a second glance.
“Not really.” You replied, not looking up from your book.
“I bet the professor will be twenty minutes late.” Satoru went on anyways, not taking your rejection to heart.
“Hmm. Doubtful. He’s normally prompt.” You say finally looking up at Satoru, which causes him to flash an easy smile. He’s happy to have your attention — now he wants to keep it.
“If he isn’t here within the next twenty minutes, you have to wear my jersey today and every game day for the rest of the season. If he makes it here before twenty minutes is up, I’ll buy you as many books as you can carry.” Satoru proposes as he taps on your book with a cheeky grin.
You think for a moment… all the books you can carry?? “Deal.” You say with a smile, offering your hand to him to shake on it — thinking you just easily won yourself a free shopping spree. Satoru takes your hand, and he gently shakes it before bringing it to his lips and pressing a kiss to your knuckles.
He’s already won.
Satoru knows that you’ll be wearing his jersey today, and you’ll wear his colors for the rest of the season. He’ll make more bets… win you over slowly with false bets. Oh, he’ll buy you all those books you want too just because he can.
He’s already set Geto in motion to go run into your professor with large cups of coffees in his hand. Your professor ended up cancelling class after being 25 minutes late.
When the group of girls sees you with “GOJO” written on the back of your jersey, their faces contort in utter disdain, but Satoru looks at it with a shit-eating grin on his face. He won.
SUGURU
Suguru really didn’t get the thing about giving a girl his jersey on game days. Basketball season is pretty ruthless. While football teams only have 12 games in a season, basketball teams play over 30. That’s 30 days in one season that he’d have to find a girl that he gave enough of a shit about to give his jersey to? No thanks.
Of course, if he had a girlfriend it wouldn’t be too big of a deal, but the whole attitude around giving a girl your jersey was just something Suguru didn’t subscribe to.
Well, he didn’t think he subscribed to it until he saw one of his teammates offering you their jersey.
Maybe on a more psychological level, this was territory marking, and Suguru would be damned if he sat back and let another man mark you as their territory.
Even though he’s not proud of it, Suguru immediately marched straight up to you and his teammate with his away jersey thrown over his shoulder. He placed his hand firmly on the small of your back, and he gave his teammate a piercing look with his violet eyes. His lips curled into an easy smirk.
“Sorry man, she’s already agreed to wear my jersey today, isn’t that right angel?” He asked in such a condescending tone, and his fingertips dig into your skin with just enough pressure to make your face flush.
Luckily for Suguru, you were into it — and not his teammate. “Yeah, sorry. I almost forgot.” You agree, giving his teammate an empathetic smile.
So no, Suguru doesn’t get the idea of giving his jersey to a girl on game days, but he does get the idea of giving you his jersey. He loves how he towers behind you in the halls, seeing the name “GETO” written on your back with his number. He loves remembering the way you easily went along with his plan. You just fit him.
NANAMI
Nanami doesn’t need antics to get you to wear his baseball jersey.
Plenty of girls pine for Kento. Who wouldn’t? He was the leading star of the baseball team… who’s ass just so happened to look so good in those white tight-fitting pants.
Your college certainly played into it, giving Nanami the big screen when he takes off his helmet and shakes out his messy blonde hair that a bit damp from sweat. His cheeks are smeared with his eye black smeared on his cheeks (the charcoal black lines that athletes sometimes have).
They knew what they were doing when the yearbook crew took professional level pictures of Nanami looking absolutely jaw-dropping while delivering the nastiest pitch.
He was like eye candy that enticed a bunch of girls to buy tickets to the baseball games, and dammit, it worked.
Despite his celebrity status at the school, Kento didn’t act above anyone else. He didn’t flaunt money or act posh and sophisticated like a lot of the wannabes did at your university.
He was down to earth, smart, caring, and humorous to the right group of people (the dry humor enjoyers). Kento was the type of man to be able to reject someone without them even feeling rejected, which he did a lot when girls would ask for his jersey.
You often came to baseball games to watch (to watch nanami lets bffr), but you weren’t bold enough to ask Kento for his jersey on game days. You had witness girls before you, pilgriming the way to Nanami before they turn back empty handed. You couldn’t risk the heartache.
It wasn’t until one day after class you and Kento were the only two still packing up after a lecture, he casually strolled to your desk. “Will you be at the game tonight?” He asked with a genuine air of curiosity to him. This wasn’t awkward forced conversation because you two were the only two people in a room together.
You hadn’t even known that Nanami noticed you, much less noticed your attendance at games. You could feel your heart start to thud obscenely loud in your chest as you came to terms that you’re not invisible in Kento’s life.
“Yeah, I think I’ll show up…” You try your hardest to sound casual, but you just sound terribly nervous.
“I’ll look forward to seeing you.” He said politely before he reached into his bag and pulled out his spare jersey. “Hopefully wearing this..?”
Your eyes widen as you realize he was offering his jersey to you. “That- are you sure? Me?”
“Yes, I’m sure.” He gives an honest laugh. His multimillion dollar smile makes you swoon, and he hands his jersey out again. “You should put it on now. That’s the tradition, right?”
You slowly slip the jersey on over your long-sleeved white top, and it definitely hangs loosely on you, but with a few tucks and adjustments, it finally sits on your body appropriately.
“It looks good on you. I’ll see you tonight.” Kento smiles before leaving the classroom.
You had never gotten more shocked stares than when girls saw you with “NANAMI” printed across your back.
CHOSO
“Hey Yuji, why does Megumi wear your jersey on game days?” Choso asked his teammate as he sat down on the bench in the locker room.
He had seen quite a few people - guys and girls who weren’t on the basketball team wearing the jerseys of his teammates, but he didn’t understand it. He figured he’d ask the one teammate who he considered to be more of a brother to explain.
“Because I make him.” Yuji laughed as he dried his pink hair off from the shower. It was a pretty brutal practice, even Choso’s raven hair was down, messy from sweat.
Choso furrowed his eyebrows. “Why would you do that-? I thought you liked him.”
Yuji laughed even harder as Choso clearly didn’t understand the dynamic he had with Megumi. He also clearly didn’t understand the concept behind giving someone his jersey.
“I do like him, so I like seeing him wearing my jersey on game days. I think he looks good in it too, even if he pretends to hate it. I know he likes showing his support.” Yuji explained, but he went on, “People give their jerseys to someone they like. It’s like a courting gift, and it lets everyone know your intentions with that person.”
Choso nodded as he began to understand. He should give his jersey to someone he liked - to someone he wanted to court, and his intentions would be made known.
That’s how shy, timid Choso ended up at your dorm door late one evening. After much encouragement and convincing from Yuji, he finally gave your door a soft knock, and Yuji ran around the corner to hide.
When you opened the door, looking at Choso with those big pretty eyes, he completely clammed up and forgot the mental script he had prepared about how he really liked you, and it’d mean a lot to him if you wore his jersey.
Instead, “I want my intentions known.” He nearly shouted as he gestured his jersey to you.
Yuji facepalmed around the corner.
You blinked a few times, looking down at the jersey then back up to him. He was lucky that you’re very good at filling in the blanks. “You want me to wear your jersey, Cho?” You asked with a small laugh before taking the jersey from his hands.
His cheeks were flushed, and he gave you an awkward smile before nodding his head vigorously. “And uh.. I want to court you.” He finally added all in one breath.
To Choso’s delight, you agreed, and now, he finally understands the real reasoning behind giving his jersey to someone he likes because seeing “KAMO” on your back makes him feel all dizzy with love and adoration.
TOJI
It started off as a small prank amongst girls. A prank that really pissed Toji off. A group of girls decided it would be cute to steal Toji’s spare hockey jersey and wear it without his knowledge.
When Toji saw one of the girls wearing his stolen jersey with his appalling last name printed on the back, he was livid.
Needless to say, he got his jersey back, and the girl couldn’t even look him in the eye after that whole experience.
He hated his jersey. He hated how his last name was on the back, and he hated how anyone else would want to wear it.
He couldn’t just get rid of his spare jersey. Then, he’d owe the school even more than what he already owes them. He couldn’t trust to keep it in his dorm because he didn’t put it past those bitches to try to sneak into his dorm to get their filthy hands on it. That was when he had a genius idea.
“Wear my jersey.” His gruff voice demanded as he dropped the fabric on the table in front of you, his too responsible friend.
“No, it probably stinks.” You pushed the jersey aside, trying to focus on the homework in front of you.
“Nah. It smells like the last bitch who stole it.” He remarked as he plopped down in a chair in front of your desk.
“Even worse.” You respond back unamused, still not giving Toji the time of day.
“Do you remember who hunted down the fuck who stole your headphones?”
You sighed, finally looking up at Toji to show that you were paying attention. “Why do you think me wearing your jersey will deter them?”
“Maybe they’ll think you’re my girl and piss off for a while. I don’t know, but if I see another preppy bitch wearing it without my knowledge, I’m going to burn it.” Toji’s voice sounded stressed as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
“And you don’t mind them thinking that?” You inquire, raising your eyebrow.
“Doll, you know I’ve spent the last three years trying to get you to hop on my-“
“Eughhh, give it.” You interrupt Toji before he can go into any further detail, snatching his jersey up and putting it on over your clothes. “There. Happy?”
Toji didn’t expect to have such a reaction to seeing you in his jersey. He knew he was serious about liking you, no matter how much you liked to believe that he didn’t actually like you, but seeing you in his jersey — the way it swallowed you whole. He figured he’d still hate seeing his last name on you, but there was something satiating those deep primal urges when he caught a glimpse of “ZENIN” across your back.
SUKUNA
Sukuna is much comparable to a dragon. He sees something pretty and shiny (you): he wants it all for himself. He wants to hoard treasure (you) to keep, and he definitely does not like the idea of anyone else looking or touching his treasure.
So, how does he keep wandering eyes off his treasure? He cloaks her in his favor, making her brandish his last name on her back along with his number. Yes, Sukuna demanded for you to wear his football jersey.
There was just enough satisfaction of seeing you walk around campus with “SUKUNA” written on your back that kept him from trying to hoard you in his room.
Oh, he’s also like a dragon in the sense that he’s absolutely devastating out on the field.
#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jjk fanfic#fanfic#drabble#jjk suggestive#jjk gojo#gojo satoru#jjk suguru#suguru x reader#satoru x reader#gojo x reader#jjk nanami#nanami x reader#jjk choso#choso x reader#jjk toji#toji x reader#jjk sukuna#sukuna x reader#jjk men#jjk men x reader#jjk drabbles
4K notes
·
View notes
Text
Friday, November 24, 2023 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)
WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: HOLIDAY ROAD (W Network) 8:00pm
WHAT IS NOT PREMIERING IN CANADA TONIGHT? MY CHRISTMAS HERO (Premiering on December 1 on Lifetime Canada at 8:00pm) LETTERS TO SANTA (Premiering on December 2 on W Network at 8:00pm)
NEW TO AMAZON PRIME CANADA/CBC GEM/CRAVE TV/DISNEY + STAR/NETFLIX CANADA:
AMAZON PRIME CANADA ELF ME HYPNOTIC IN YOUR DREAMS LOL: LAST ONE LAUGHING BRAZIL (Season 3) THE VILLAGE
CBC GEM HARLOTS (Season 3) THE WHITE FORTRESS
CRAVE TV BARRY LYNDON CROSS COUNTRY CAKE OFF (Season 1) EASY LAND FOOL’S PARADISE JACK FROST (1998) LOVE AGAIN MARY MAKES IT EASY: GOOD BAKING WENCESLAS NO HARD FEELINGS THE PRICE WE PAY REBELLE SPAWN STEP DOGS
NETFLIX CANADA A NEARLY NORMAL FAMILY (SE) DOI BOY (TH) ELENA KNOWS FRYBREAD FACE AND ME I DON’T EXPECT ANYONE TO BELIEVE ME (MX) ILARY BLASI: THE ONE AND ONLY LAST CALL FOR ISTANBUL (TR) MY DEMON (KR) OLÓLÁDÉ REPLACING CHEF CHICO RESIDENT EVIL: WELCOME TO RACCOON CITY WEDDING GAMES (BR)
2023 FIFA MEN'S U17 WORLD CUP (TSN3) 3:18am: Quarterfinal: Spain vs. Germany (TSN3) 6:48am: Quarterfinal: Brazil vs. Argentina
NHL HOCKEY (SN) 1:00pm: Red Wings vs. Bruins (TSN4) 2:00pm: Leafs vs. Chicago (SNWest) 3:00pm: Oilers vs. Capitals (TSN2) 3:30pm: Habs vs. Sharks (SN) 3:30pm: Kings vs. Ducks (SN) 6:00pm: Penguins vs. Sabres (TSN5) 7:30pm: Islanders vs. Sens (TSN3) 8:00pm: Jets vs. Panthers (SNWest) 8:30pm: Flames vs. Stars (SNPacific) 10:00pm: Canucks vs. Kraken
NFL FOOTBALL (TSN/TSN5) 3:00pm: Dolphins vs. Jets
NBA BASKETBALL (SN Now) 5:00pm: Suns vs. Grizzlies (TSN/TSN4) 7:30pm: Bulls vs. Raptors (SN1) 8:00pm: Nuggets vs. Rockets (TSN/TSN5) 10:00pm: Spurs vs. Warriors (SN1) 10:30pm: Pelicans vs. Clippers
AMPLIFY (APTN) 7:30pm: Haida band Jason Camp and The Posers reveal how their beautiful home of Haida Gwaii inspires their unique brand of punk music. The band's two front men and their manager create music that celebrates the strength and rich culture of their people.
MARKETPLACE (CBC) 8:00pm: Investigating an elaborate scam that involves door-to-door equipment rental contracts, low-quality renovations and unaffordable high-interest mortgages putting seniors at risk of losing their homes.
THE TAKE BACK (CTV) 8:00pm: The team have one week to create a surprise event for unsuspecting Canadians, who receive a second chance after a cancelled celebration.
THE GREATEST @HOMEVIDEOS (Global) 8:00pm: A sweet assortment of videos featuring holiday cheer, not-to-be-believed creativity and a sled full of hilarious moments from all parts of the globe; actor JB Smoove.
7TH GEN (APTN) 8:00pm: Jon-Ross Merasty-Moose is a Cree educator from O-Pipon-Na-Piwin Cree Nation, Brochet and Thompson, Man. Follow this teacher, athlete, coach, husband, father and live streamer as he lives his best life while giving back to Indigenous youth.
A PARIS CHRISTMAS WALTZ (CTV Life) 8:00pm: A novice dancer pairs with a professional to take on a Christmas pro-am dance competition - destination: Paris.
THE REAL HOUSEWIVES OF JERSEY (Slice) 8:00pm: The Birthday Bumps
DOGNAPPED: HOUND FOR THE HOLIDAYS (Super Channel Heart & Home) 8:00pm: When an egotistical social media influencer's dog is kidnapped, her long-suffering assistant teams up with charming local vet to find the puppy before Christmas. As the two investigate suspects, they form a romantic bond along the way.
PLANET WONDER (CBC) 8:30pm: Johanna shops for solutions to the climate consequences of fast fashion, plus she bites beets.
FRIDAY NIGHT THUNDER (APTN) 8:30pm: After a rough season, 16-year-old driver Ashton Vanevery finds redemption with a legendary run at the inaugural Canadian Crate Sprint Car Nationals. Meanwhile, Glenn Styres reminisces about the creation of the crate class at Ohsweken Speedway.
THE FIFTH ESTATE (CBC) 9:00pm: The CRA is being tricked into issuing tax refunds for bogus business, and the players vanish, along with hundreds of millions of dollars; host Bob McKeown.
TRANSPLANT (CTV) 9:00pm: Bash passes on an opportunity, and works cases where things are not as they appear; Mags returns to York Memorial; June navigates loss professionally and personally; Theo goes out on a limb again for a patient; Claire is confronted by Devi.
FORENSIC FACTOR: A NEW ERA (Discovery Canada) 9:00pm: Incredible innovations in forensic science are combined with the expertise of the dedicated individuals who see what others can't, to solve the crimes investigated on screen.
FOOL’S PARADISE (Crave) 9:00pm: A down-on-his-luck publicist discovers a former mental health patient who looks just like a misbehaving movie star. He soon becomes an unlikely celebrity when he gets thrown into the bright lights and behind-the-scenes bustle of Hollywood.
W5 (CTV) 10:00pm: Searching for Sam; Boom Boom Chuvalo
#cdntv#cancon#canadian tv#Canadian TV listings#amplify#marketplace#the take back#7th gen#the real housewives of jersey#planet wonder#friday night thunder#the fifth estate#transplant#W5#nhl hockey#nfl football#nba basketball#fifa men's world cup
0 notes
Text
𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐭𝐰𝐨, 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 - frat au!lee minho & yang jeongin x fem!reader
wc: 3.4k
cw: some boy x boy action/poly dynamics, watersports, pwp but with the tiniest inkling of plot, minho and jeongin are wearing saltburn-esque costumes, SMUT MDNI
a/n: return to writing possibly with this commission for @leeknow-thoughts that is actually just filth.. probably the filthiest thing i've ever written. THIS CONTAINS PISS !! so please be warned!! if you don't like it, don't read it :)
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
sw: not quite detailed but all 3 characters are tipsy/slightly intoxicated, pain play, nipple play, mommy/daddy kink, bunny reader as in she’s dressed as a bunny, eiffel tower, face fucking, threesome,
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
“they’re staring again.”
seungmin speaks as if it’s fact, truth, sworn by the gods, and maybe it is. his hands come to fix the bunny ears perched on your head, perfectly folding one ear, before they slide down and rest on your shoulders.
“go and talk to them.”
“no,” you say, determined, because you’ll be damned if you’re starting a conversation with them first. minho and jeongin look at you every damn party. the two football players are practically fixated on you, despite the fact that you’ve barely said a few words to eachother, and jisung’s new years bash was obviously not going to be any different. “they’re not staring. maybe they’re just… lost in thought. dissociating.”
except when you look at them, across the living room of the frat’s way too large house, they are looking directly at you. jeongin’s white tank top is tight on his body, and you have to force yourself not to stare. both him and minho are dressed in some saltburn-esque costumes tonight; jeongin’s got two golden wings encasing his body, and minho’s wearing two horns on his head to match, blazer open and displaying an expanse of milky skin across his chest and stomach. jeongin leans over to say something to minho, and you see his tummy quiver as he laughs.
you’re trying not to look at minho altogether, actually. his eyes narrow upon seeing you returning his stare, and he licks his lips, predatory. realistically, you’ve never wanted anything more than you want those two men, and your fantasies actually tend to go a lot further than people would think. perhaps they even delve into the realm of something domestic, your thoughts even revolving around a relationship between the three of you, but you’d never admit that.
“i’m not watching you play a sexy little game of cat and mouse all night,” seungmin huffs, rolling his eyes, but you know he’s invested. if anything did happen, he’d beg for the details. “frat boys don’t get lost in thought. i don’t think they have the capacity to think.”
the baseball jersey on his back swamps his frame and billows as he walks away to find a drink, before you can protest that seungmin is a frat boy himself. you’re left with your own company and whatever concoction felix handed to you when you walked in.
you turn back to stare. you sip the drink and stare at the emptiness of the room. minho and jeongin are gone. you hear the distant laughter of the other frat boys in a different room, but you can't bring yourself to envy them. you take a deep breath and remind yourself that you can make your own way, without giving into the temptation of those two football players.
it’s all looking good until you turn to find seungmin, and jeongin is suddenly in front of you, eyes fixated upon your figure. it makes you jump, and the presence of another body behind you encroaches into your personal space.
“are you finally going to come to bed with us tonight?” minho’s tone is level, firm. you bristle like a frightened cat, body seizing up, hand tightening on your glass. his hand comes up to grip your jaw, forcing you to turn and look at him. the horns on his head make him look devilish, sinful. his lips stretch into a smile, but it’s fake. “don’t be scared of me, little bunny. i’m not going to hurt you.”
“he will,” jeongin’s at your front all of a sudden, that damned tank top highlighting everything you’re trying hard not to look at. two golden wings encompass you, sheltering you into this little bubble of you, jeongin and minho, unable to see anything beyond two firm bodies. jeongin smirks, tongue licking over his teeth. it’s awfully predatory, and you do feel like a little bunny - except you’re caught between two big bad wolves. he knows you feel cornered. it was his plan, if anything. “i’ll hurt you too, if that’s what you want?”
god, yes. you do. the acts of dominance have your thighs squeezing together, and you lick your lips before gulping nervously.
“it’s. uh- you’re-”
jeongin raises his eyebrows. he looks at you, then to minho, then smiles, scrunching his nose.
“don’t be nervous,” he murmurs, hand smoothing down the side of your skimpy little bodysuit. you’re feeling quite exposed, legs clad in fishnets and stupid bunny tail perched above your ass - minho squeezes it as if to remind you that it’s there. “it’s just us. you do want us, right?”
you’re fumbling the moment. minho’s quiet for now, but you hear him hum, questioning. you have to will yourself to speak, to admit that yeah, you have been staring back for so damn long and yes, you do want them.
“sometimes i want you so bad it hurts.”
“then it’s settled, bunny. you’ll meet us upstairs in five?” jeongin’s thumb swipes over your bottom lip, and you bounce in your sneakers, way too excited. is this real? is this actually happening? you realise he’s waiting for a response, an expectant expression crossing his face, and you nod.
“i’ll meet you upstairs in five.”
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
as soon as the bedroom door shuts minho’s got you pinned against the wall. you assumed he’d be the one taking control, and you hear jeongin walk over to the double bed in the middle of the room. he’s fumbling with the sheets, but you can’t hear anything over the sound of your ears ringing - minho presses his lips to yours, chaste and sweet.
“let me know if i’m going too fast,” another kiss, this time a little longer. you chase his lips with yours when he pulls away, and he giggles softly, eyes scrunching with his smile. one of his hands comes down to squeeze your bunny tail again. “we don’t have to do anything at all. we can just talk, get to know eachother-”
whether it’s the liquid courage in your blood or not, you kiss him again, murmuring against his mouth. “i want you both. i’ve wanted you both for so long, you have to have known.”
jeongin is next to you again, kissing your neck. you’re too involved with minho to notice, finally, finally getting to kiss him properly, tongue darting into his mouth. he lets you, but as soon as it gets overeager, he’s pinning you back to dominate your lips again. his lips are thick, domineering, and the presence of jeongin’s breath on your skin ensures that you don’t forget that you’re inbetween your two dream men.
when minho pulls away with a sharp nip to your bottom lip, you’re gasping. “you- you guys want me too?”
“we made that clear,” jeongin grunts. minho’s horns tickle your neck when he leans down to bite at your collarbone. you’re too exposed, despite being clothed, and you allow jeongin to coax you both over to the bed. you think this is jeongin’s room, judging by the weed paraphernalia on his dresser and the pictures of him and minho on the wall. it almost feels a little invasive to be in here, only knowing what seungmin has told you about the two, but they seem to be along the lines of fuck now, think later.
once you reach the bed, the motions are blurry. jeongin sprawls across his sheets, long limbs splayed and erection way too prominent in his black jeans, and minho pushes you onto the mattress. he’s rougher yet clearly the one in control, and it makes you worry for what jeongin’s got in store. the latter pulls you by the waist on top of him, settling you right over his erection, and minho’s behind you again. you realise he likes to be behind you, and whether or not that’s to keep his view of your ass, you’re unsure - but he leans down and nips at the exposed skin of your asscheek, making you jolt with a squeal, landing fully on top of jeongin this time.
the elder of the two is speaking before you can recollect yourself. “i mean, there’s obviously a connection here, right?” minho murmurs, one digit hooking under the strap of your black bodysuit. he drags it down your shoulder, and jeongin’s eyes follow it, his body shuffling beneath you. “we stare at you. you stare back. we know you talk about us. we want each other.”
“w-we do,” you grind on jeongin’s bulge. his blush spreads to his neck, bright pink, displaying his arousal. his jeans are tight on his crotch and it looks painful - you want to rid him of his confines, but minho’s little fingers finally pull your bodysuit cup down and tweak your nipple. you’re braless underneath the bodysuit - there was no other way - and the cold air has your back arching.
jeongin’s hands are insistent. with still-wet lips, his fingers reach down to unclip your bodysuit, and he’s quickly ripping your fishnets open to get to your core. you’re jostled around on top of him, and minho’s fingertips are rough over both of your nipples.
“what will you let us do to you?” jeongin questions. his breath is heavy, and he finally manages to shove your underwear out of the way. it’s messy, too fast, but your pussy is accepting when he slides two long fingers into your hole. you whine at the intrusion, and minho’s thumbnail scrapes over your areola, causing ripples of pain to make you shout. “can we do anything we want to you?”
“a-anything, you can do anything,” moaning, you will yourself to speak, and it doesn’t cross your mind that they might really take you up on it. minho’s teeth sink into your neck, and his hands move to rip your bodysuit off of your head. once you’re naked, save for the ripped fishnets and panties shoved to the side, jeongin finally starts to move his fingers inside of you. the feeling drives you insane, the way he’s so deep it has your thighs trembling around his hips, and minho groans at the sight.
“anything? really?” he begins, and you want to take it back, but his fingers pinch your clit. your thighs clench sharply around jeongin, and you can’t help but keen. “what if mommy and daddy wanted to piss on you, baby, huh? is that still okay?”
mommy and daddy? your head spins.
“f-fuck, minho, oh my god,” you clench your eyes shut, hand gripping jeongin’s wrist. minho’s hands move back to your tits, jiggling the flesh in his hands before pinching down on your nipples to the point you’re wailing, hips bucking into jeongin. his fingers speed up. they want an answer. “yes! yes, you can, iyennie, daddy, you can piss on me. mommy, you too, i’m yours, i’m your bunny.”
“lean forward,” minho instructs, so you do. your tits are level with jeongin’s face and he leans up to suck on a nipple blindly, cheeks crimson. his fingers still pump inside of you, but his wrist is shoved away by minho, who presses the blunt tip of his cock against your hole as soon as it’s empty. it’s all too fast, too intense, but you moan and reach back to spread your asscheeks for him regardless. minho groans. “fuck, i can’t wait. i’m gonna piss inside you, dirty little bunny. are you gonna take it for me?”
“i-i’ll take it, i’ll take it,” you babble, and your eyes settle on jeongin. his hair is mussed, and you use it to pull his head back, facing you. you catch his lips with yours before minho pushes in, and you whine at the stretch. it’s too much, even with jeongin’s fingers inside of you stretching you beforehand, and you wish you’d caught sight of his cock before. you’ll just have to hope this happens again. “iyennie, daddy, will you- will you do it too?”
“i’m not fuckin’ you this time, bunny, minho-hyung said so,” jeongin says quietly, and he sounds almost embarrassed. you realise it was all planned out at the same time minho starts moving, cock thrusting into you steadily, and you can only moan incoherently. jeongin coos, fingers repositioning your bunny ears as they start to jostle out of place. “‘s that nice? it’s big, right?”
“s-so big, so big, mommy-”
“pussy’s so fucking wet,” minho groans, and you just about manage to turn to see him. jeongin helps you, hand positioned on your jaw, and you catch sight of minho fucking his cock inside of you. his pubes are already wet with your essence, and once his eyes see you looking back at him, those bunny teeth bite into his bottom lip sharply. “you want it? i’m gonna piss inside y-you, bun, you want it deep?”
“feels so good inside, bunny, minho-hyung did it to me before,” jeongin’s whispering, but you can hear him clearly, and the realisation that they’ve fucked before is enough to do you in. your pussy clenches down, and you’re cumming before you can think about it, hole creaming over minho’s thick, thick cock. minho chuckles victoriously, and jeongin groans, shoving you down by your shoulders to wrench himself out from underneath you. he unbuttons his jeans and shoves them down to his thighs, tugging his cock out from his boxers to pump his shaft to the sight of you and minho together. minho fucks you harder once jeongin’s pulled his cock out, not unnoticed by you. “i-is that hot? that we’ve fucked before?”
“y-yes! god, i wanna- i wanna watch it, and- and i wanna play, too, all the time, will you let me? will you- fuck, mommy, daddy, mommy, please piss inside my p-pussy!”
“dirty bitch,” minho mumbles, palm smacking your ass. “daddy, fuck her mouth. keep her quiet.”
jeongin’s hand tightens around the base of his shaft, and he forces it past your lips. you open your mouth obediently and let him inside, mouth stretching around his girth. minho thrusts once, twice, and then he’s pressing in deep to let go - you feel the wetness of his piss inside of you, and you groan around jeongin, encouraging him to fuck into your mouth steadily. he only fucks inside a few times before he’s groaning and pulling out with a hiss.
“m-maybe i’ll- hyung, can i? i need to go too, i wanna- on her tits, hyung, can i?”
“yeah, fuck- let me fucking see it, iyennie. show hyung.”
you’re wrenched upwards again by minho’s fist in your hair, forced to take his cock while he pulls your back against his chest. it’s deep, so overwhelming that all you can do is cry out and take, take, take, your pussy squelching with the mess. you pray for jeongin’s sheets, especially when he aims his cockhead at your tits and finally lets go, cock spurting piss over your skin.
you can feel minho’s gaze burning, his hand coming up to rub the liquid into you, pinching your nipples on the way. you’re fully limp, head floaty and still so fucking horny. minho fucks into you, rough and debauched, and then you’re empty, falling forward if not for jeongin holding you up.
“i’m gonna cum- oh fuck, oh fuck, i’m gonna cum, bunny, stay still,” minho’s cock is drenched from your pussy and the liquid he filled you with, and you want to suck it, but you’re wrenched backwards by your hair. minho pumps his cock erratically, thick shaft filling his small hand until he releases all over your tits. you feel like a mess, debauched, and jeongin’s moaning so loud you know that if the music was any quieter everyone would know what you three are up to.
jeongin fucks into his fist again, and minho flops next to him, chest flushed beneath that open blazer. you realise you’re all still relatively clothed, jeongin’s tank top and wings still on his body and jeans only just shoved down. his cock leaks precum on his clothes as he pumps it, still hard despite pissing all over you. minho pulls you down next to him.
“you need to get inside, iyennie.”
“hyung, you said-”
“i don’t care, feels too good. you need to feel it.”
it’s a simple statement and you’re fucked too dumb to consider anything, thighs only spreading apart for jeongin to settle in between them. jeongin’s cock isn’t as thick as minho’s but god is it long, and it presses into your cervix as soon as he sinks inside with a sharp grunt. his hair hangs over his face as he repositions you, bending your limp legs back to your chest, making the angle so much deeper. tears bite at your eyes.
“‘s so much, it’s- fuck, daddy, does it feel good?” you mumble, licking over dry lips, and minho strokes over your cheek fondly. jeongin fucks into you, pace picking up, and you’ve almost forgotten about the cum and piss all over your tits until his tongue starts to lick at your skin.
“fuck, that’s filthy, iyennie,” minho groans, hand pushing jeongin’s hair back from his face. you can see him better like this, and you keen, hands gripping on the sheets beneath you. your pussy feels raw, abused, but his incessant thrusts have you barrelling towards your second orgasm. “c’mere, give me a kiss, baby.”
you think minho’s talking to you, but his lips connect with jeongin’s. you can see their tongues messily sliding over eachother’s, an open mouthed, spit-filled kiss. you’re nearly there, orgasm just in sight, but jeongin fucks inside of you a few more times until you feel him spilling his cum inside of you, moaning against minho’s mouth.
you let out a loud disappointed whine, and minho turns to face you. while there’s a playful look in his eyes, you know that he feels somewhat sorry for you, and he ushers jeongin to pull out and leave you spread in front of them. the younger’s cum drips out of your hole, and jeongin places a sweet kiss on your clit before moving out of the way.
minho’s shoulders are so broad that you have to spread your legs wider to let him in. he settles between your thighs, and then his lips latch around your clit. he’s impatient, suckling loud and wet to make you cry out, and when his tongue dips down to collect the cum from your hole you reach out to grip onto jeongin.
“that’s it, ‘s that nice?” jeongin murmurs, lips brushing against your cheek. he’s spent, but he still holds you close to him, letting you ride out the pleasure minho’s making you feel. “he loves eating cum. he’s a slut for it, honestly.”
minho moans against you, little hands coming to pull your core closer to his mouth. it’s when minho’s teeth brush over your clit that you jolt, hand gripping onto his dark head of hair, and then you’re cumming, shrieking and squealing through the most pleasurable thing you’ve felt in your life. it lasts longer than the last one, pleasure biting at your spine like electricity.
when you come to, you’re resting on jeongin’s chest while minho rolls a joint. despite being preoccupied, the latter isn’t far away, his legs slung over yours on the bed. you’re pretty sure the sheets have been changed, and you’re relatively clean, wearing an oversized t-shirt and joggers that must belong to one of the two, or both.
“so,” you croak, stretching your arms above your head. you try to clear your throat, and jeongin laughs, running the back of his knuckles over your exposed arms. minho perks up at the sound of your voice, and smiles when he sees you’re lucid, wearing nothing but his boxers and a hoodie. his thighs are thick and exposed, and you can’t help your gaze from running over them. “am i the only one who napped?”
“yeah, we got you cleaned up while you passed out,” jeongin informs, and you hum, nodding. when you turn to him he looks shy, cheeks pink, and he scrunches his nose up before speaking again. “you don’t… regret anything, right? we went a little hard for the first time together.”
first time? meaning there’ll be more? you grin, shaking your head. “it was perfect. i like it like that, for future reference.”
“i could tell,” minho quips, and you giggle. “are you wanting to smoke with us now that you’re awake? the party’s over, by the way.”
you blink, sitting up. “minho, i slept through the whole party? where’s seungmin and felix?”
“asleep in their rooms,” he fiddles with the rolling paper, raising an eyebrow. “are you telling me you’re not happy to be here?”
it's a rhetorical question - he knows you are, you're sated and fucked and laying there with a grin on your face.
“oh no, no,” you correct, laying back onto jeongin’s chest. he lets out a purr, something akin to a cat. “this is where i’m meant to be, i’m sure of it.”
#juno's fics ♡#lee know smut#lee minho smut#lee minho x reader#lee minho fanfiction#yang jeongin fanfiction#yang jeongin smut#yang jeongin fanfic#yang jeongin fic#yang jeongin x reader#stray kids smut#stray kids x reader#lee minho fic#lee know x reader#lee know fic#stray kids fanfiction#skz smut
499 notes
·
View notes
Text
Large rhino hybrid bully stuffing you in his locker so he can enjoy you later.
Ugh. One day I will get to the rhino man yandere football jock that lives rent free in my head.
He's cocky. He's arrogant. Into men but in denial.
Has a "good luck fuck" before every game.
Targets nerdy whimpy male reader with the excuse no real girls were available and reader is the closest thing. It's game day and he needs a screw.
For good luck. Of course.
Stalks reader as he studies in the library. Waits for him in the bathroom and stuffs reader into a large smelly gym bag full of his sweaty jerseys and underwear.
Hauls him right to the locker room to plow reader pre-game.
Unlike the usual willing girls he brings he doesn't share reader and gets aggressive when someone else tries to touch him.
Cums in reader 5 times.
Wins BIG in the game giving him the perfect reason why he has to keep reader and fuck them everyday.
So he is always lucky of course.
Star player gets whatever he wants and now nerd male reader has to share a dorm with horny rhino man.
This has been in my brain since, like, December.
1K notes
·
View notes