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[kaivenom]

One piece men first reaction to having a wet dream about you

Characters: Zoro, Luffy, Sanji, Kid, Killer, Law

Warnings: NSFW, obviously

A/N: i am starting to think that i will put some of the future preferences with multiple parts, to give the One Piece Dilf a place too.

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Monkey D. Luffy

Is surprised, a lot. He was dreaming about meat and suddently it transformed in your body, naked.

The cream of cakes and the juices from the meat covering all your body in a revealing pose.

When he oppened his eyes, he stared at the ceiling trying to process why you were on his dream.

Then he realized how his stomach felt strange and his pants incredibly tight.

He knew that feeling wasn't from hunger, so he let his hand travel to his crotch and palm it thru the underwear.

It felt really good, he finally slided his hand on his underwear and started to pump slowly his cock.

All he could think about is your body and how good would that image look in front of him.

When he was on the edge of cumming, he realized that maybe it he should go talk to you.

A broken moan escaped his lips while he got up from the bed, with a painfully hard member.

He needed to know if you can help him.

Roronoa Zoro

He feels "horrified", he tents to avoid feelings, talks or being emotional involved with anyone.

So, when he dream about you sucking him off with a smile, he got into a really bad mood.

Everyone noticed but nobody could know why, he got especially tense when you were around.

The end point came on lunch, when he had to saw you eat a hot dog, his mind went crazy of reminiscing all the things from his dream.

He went fast to the crow's net and tried to workout all the feelings away.

He got hard, really hard, to the point he couldn't concentrate on nothing.

After a whole hour of changing exercizes furiously, he sat down, trembling, sweating and whimpering... but not from the workout.

With a dissapointed grunt he started to jerk off, at first crusing your name with irritation and at the end letting out breathless moans.

He cummed a lot, all over his body. His only thought while he was heading to the showers was not to bump into you.

Vinsmoke Sanji

His hand was on his pants even before he wakes up.

He moans, whimpers and sights with every touch he imagine you do to him.

The vision of your breasts bouncing while you ride him, unable to touch you because his hands are tied up, that drives him crazy.

He doesn't know if he is still asleep or he is already awake, but he cums undone with a really loud moan.

He is not very good at pretending or trying to be quiet.

Then he felt bad about dishonoring you, but felt sooo good to him.

His day went crazy from there, having some avoidant attachment we could say.

He changes between being your living servant and licking your feet to locking himself on the kitchen.

You didn't understand that, it was really weird, but in fact, he gets away to hide the boner you make him feel.

He usually controls his impulses but after that dream he can't keep his hands out of himself.

He really wanted to aproach you on the kitchen and eat you out there, but he can't .... and then he feels bad about imagine it again.

He has a huge conflict between his desires and his chivalry.

Trafalgar Law

He feels ... unproffesional, he is your captain and you are his subordinate, he can't dream about that.

He tries to stay away from you, not from guilt but from embarrasment, from seeing you and only picturing your body riding him while he presses his chest against yours.

Then as the day passed by he starts to get closer to you, not conscientiously but his body someone tried to have some contact.

A little brush on the dinning room, setting himself behind you to get something on a "higher" shelf.

He tries to find excuses to see you alone, trying to have the courage to make a move... saying it to you or kissing you but he couldn't do it.

That lead to unnecesary visits to his office, helping him with some "new" projects on the lab, giving him books, etc.

At the end you spent all the day making stupid walks around the submarine and you got so angry you yelled at him.

He won't admit this part, but you made him hard with your yells at him.

Eustass Kidd

He gets up, not surprised at all to dream about you, he knows exactly what you do to him.

But dreaming about taking you from the back, all in four, his hands on your ass pressing firmly, that caught him out off guard.

He went to take a shower and couldn't resist to jack off under the hot water.

And It works, he is not hard anymore... Until he saw you later on the deck.

He is a very direct person but also a very arrogant one.

That results in having him trying to sound like a fuck boy, making you desire him and show it, before he even tells you he wants to fuck you.

Showing of his muscles and attributes, being extra confident and dominant thinking that the kind of stuff you like.

Once he realized he doesn't need to be that extravagant and just sit there and whisper naughty things on your ears, he will win his prize.

Killer

His dream his very connected with feelings becuase you two were in missionary, you looking at him with heart eyes full of love and lust. (without his helmet)

Goes straight forward to tell you.

Very mature from him, and plus having the helmet he can hide his blush.

When you go to take breakfast, he tells you, sounding very relaxed. He is trying to hide the fact that he is still hard.

He went so fast to tell you that his member didn't catch the message yet.

He presses his body to the counter trying to hide it.

He doesn't want to scary you or make you uncomfortable, he just wants to talk things.

After that, he tries to make distance a little bit to give you time to think.

But he can't help but give small glances to your body, he can't help it... and the helmet helps to be discreet.

[hookedonhuge]

Coach's Special Massage

Getting your big, beefy pecs groped by your coach was not how you imagined your Tuesday night. 

You were the star player of your team. You were a natural born athlete and you had the body to match it. Every muscle in your body was huge; balloons of cements that were hard as steel and looked ready to burst. It was all thanks to your dedicated exercise routine that you followed religiously for years on end.

But one day, your coach approached you and insisted that you needed a massage therapy session. Something about trying to alleviate your stress after the scandal that came to light. Something about cheating on your girlfriend with other girls. No clue which ones they were talking about. The number ���three’ kept coming up but your team and coach must have known it was way more than that. 

To be honest, you weren’t stressed one bit, but you weren’t going to turn down a massage, that is, until you found out that it was your coach giving you the massage and not some hot masseuse. Of course, he didn’t tell you that until you were already lying down on the massage table fully naked except for a small towel that barely covered your large package. You protested but your coach was stern, he was, after all, the only person you ever listened to (and that was only some of the time). His deep voice was commanding yet calming, just the right combination to be able to get you to give up the argument. You supposed your muscles needed a good cooldown after your killer workout that day anyway.

You had never met anyone as strong as yourself, and were certain you never would. However, coach was actually quite strong too, and it was perhaps why you showed at least a little bit of respect towards him. However, having your chest fondled by his large, calloused hands was quite the role reversal for you. He pressed deep into your muscle tissue with his thick fingers, uncovering all sorts of knots in your expansive chest. It hurt but it felt amazing. 

After coach had given your pecs a thorough rub down, he moved onto your giant tree-trunk legs. It was when he was massaging your inner thigh that coach pressed down on a particularly sensitive spot in your muscles that made you wince in pain. For the first time during the session you opened your eyes and you met coach’s firm gaze by accident. Sweat dripped from his prominent brow and he was panting from exertion. You never realised how big he was. Those veiny arms, those meaty pecs, those sculpted abs, he was just a coach but he could have passed as an olympian. It shouldn’t have been a surprise that someone as strong as coach was needed to give someone as big as you a proper massage. 

Coach continued to knead your thighs like dough. He was able to make your hard muscles soft, as if he was unlocking some hidden strength inside of them that made them expand. Like a loaf of bread rising in an oven, your muscles were becoming large and fluffy in response to coach’s special massage.

He continued working his magic on your body, as he did his hands made their way further up your inner thigh. Coach’s intensity never waned and his forceful and methodical strokes continued to cause you pain. It was a beautiful, deep, healing pain that exposed a feeling of vulnerableness that was buried within you. It was uncomfortable to feel that vulnerability yet as soon as his fingers released their tight bind a reassuring warmth flooded in to replace it. That cycle of comfort and discomfort, it was overwhelming and at the same time made you completely content. 

By this point, coach was completely in control of you. You anxiously anticipated his every touch, your entire being yearning for his return whenever his hands left your body. Your emotions were connected to his fingers, as if he were a puppet master, and he graciously continued to pull your strings instead of leaving you hanging.

As coach’s hands made their way up even further up your thigh, they reached parts of your muscles that were unbearably tender. Having those spots massaged, it made your skin glisten with sweat and it laboured your breath. You felt like you were burning; you were hot, coach was hot, it was all hot. It wasn’t just hot, it was sensual.

You hadn’t realised, but the towel that was covering your crotch was ever so slowly being lifted up by some great force underneath. It was only when it slid down and landed on your impeccably toned lower abdomen that it dawned on you the effect that coach’s massage was having. 

“It’s only natural.” Coach said to you in a hushed tone. “Nothing to be ashamed of.” It was all the reassurance you needed at that moment. Coach’s hands were so far up your thighs that they were almost brushing against your heavy balls. His massage was reaching a new level of pain, and to accompany it was an equal level of pleasure.

When coach’s knuckle grazed the underside of one of your nuts, it was as if a circuit had been completed. You were electrified. The feeling of pressure on your deep muscle tissue, the feeling of the humid air blowing across your nipples, the feeling of coach’s sweat falling from his face onto your sculpted abs; it was all too much. Your manhood pointed directly to the ceiling, now displaying the full extent of its impressive length and girth.

Coach grabbed it.

His hand, a man’s hand, grasped firmly onto the base of your shaft. It was heaven. Heaven for a sinner. That’s what made it so great. The fact that it was wrong, all wrong, but right, undoubtedly right. Boiling hot skin against boiling hot skin. The fires of hell met the fires of hell, and it was heaven.

He was so slow at first. He wanted you to feel every crease and callus on his hand. Enough time for you to understand the anatomy of his hand; understand the size, power and function of each muscle in it. You learnt how each tiny pore on his palm absorbed sweat and the amazing texture it created. You might have failed biology in the past but at this moment you understood it all.

Then it got faster. It started at the head, the head that was sensitive, swollen, and begging for release. Then down every countless inch, tracking along the thick, serpentine vein that ran its length. Finally, it slammed into the base, pummelling into the spongy balls below and sprang all the way back up. It was one step performed one after the other, and it was also all at once.

Then it got even faster. It was a whole body experience. All the training, all those years in the gym, it led up to that moment. Every muscle working in unison to stop you from exploding. Your breath stopped. Your thoughts stopped. Coach stopped.

The massage resumed. It was his other hand now, and it was your balls. Your balls that were completely filled to the brim, so much so that the skin had no ability to stretch any further. Yet, coach still massaged. He pressed, he squeezed. His thumb glided to one side and the mass displaced into the other side. He was an expert.

“Your past.” His voice. Deep, calming, instructive. His words were all you needed. “Can’t be forgiven, but we can move on from that.” He tightened his grip on your balls. “You are far too good to give up on.” He started stroking the length of your shaft again. “So let’s just put all this girl stuff behind us.” He started slowly. “Instead, focus on your team. Your team of men.” Then he picked up his pace. “Men. Strong men, like me and you.” It became faster. “Men who will support you, fill all your needs.” And faster. “All your desires.” You couldn’t hold it in much longer. “Men.” You were on the very edge of your climax. “Just men.”

For the first time in your life you moaned. You moaned loud and shamelessly. It was completely contrary to the person you were before. Luckily, the person you were before is gone. When you erupted like a volcano, like a burst pipe, like a fire hydrant; nothing was left behind. Your brain had melted into a white, creamy liquid and it was shot out of you. Then it rained back down on you like a tropical shower; hot, humid, and sticky.

You were on a better path now. A path towards becoming a bigger person, both morally and physically. It was all thanks to him. Coach. He showed you the power of men that you foolishly thought you already had. You learnt that night the power of men coming together, and what a wonderful feeling it is.

[bbyjackie]

𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐌, 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘!

relationship headcanons with one piece feat: luffy, zoro, kid, law

warnings: fluff

(header by Loni)

𝙇𝙐𝙁𝙁𝙔 has a constant need to be around you. he follows you around absentmindedly everywhere like a puppy, sometimes it can be a bit of a nuisance.

"y/n it was so funny! usopp's hand was just stuck in the pipe and he was screaming for like an hour 'til franky saw him!" luffy cackled, a gummy grin etched onto his features as you felt your finger grow numb by the second. "hm, i bet.." you let out a light hearted scoff, trying to pull your hand back. it felt like with each tug of your hand, instead of loosening the grasp luffy had, it only made his arm stretch further. "but luf, i need you to let go off my finger!" you groaned under your breath as you felt your back grow sore from the odd angle. you were shrimping with your spine feeling like it was bent to a full right angle just trying to pull away from the - sorry, your rubber boy as he made very clear. you couldn't see him but you could already envision his dopey smile turn into a massive pout. "ehh? why do i need to let go?" "because if you don't want me to become an usopp and start screaming you're gonna have to let go sweetie!" "i dont see why i have to.." "luf as much as i love you, i'm not taking a shit with your hand snaked through the door like that."

we all know 𝙕𝙊𝙍𝙊 has the worst sense of direction, but it always becomes comedy, especially when you're mid argument with him.

"stop being so dramatic!" zoro groans as his fist pounds against the wooden door of your bedroom. "come on out y/n!", he waited for a moment only to be met with silence. you had turned away from him mid workout after he told you that he doesn't need someone to smother him like an over obsessive mother. you must be pissed. not that it's your fault, he shouldn't have turned you away, you were just worried for him. letting go of his pride, zoro's hand loosens as he purses his lips and thinks for a moment, "hey, 'em sorry, i shouldn't have said that." again, there is just utter silence. feeling dejected, zoro turns his back just to see you with an amused smirk and hands crossed against your chest and usopp giving him the most massive side eye from around the corner of the hallway. "that's great and all that you apologised marimo," you giggled, usopp jumps in, "dude, that's the utility closet."

𝙆𝙄𝘿 is always in stage one: denial. every time anyone brings up the fact that he is utterly whipped for you, his face blows red and he gets soo mad. but the thing is, he secretly keeps small trinkets of yours just so he can feel closer to you.

kid was busy at work with a screwdriver in one hand and the other keeping this small steel mechanism as still as he could. his crimson red eyes staring down intensely at the work on his bench. every time he gets concentrated like this, you could almost see the vertex of his tongue poking through the corner of his red-stained lips. "kid!" you shouted, scampering around the room, as you finally landed behind him, hands secured on either side of his broad shoulders. "hah?" kid gruffed, head leaning backwards, hitting against your chest as he looked up from his desk, "what?" "have you seen my bracelet?" you pouted, tilting your head slightly to the side as you noticed from your peripheral that the arm that was not mechanical twitch slightly. "i can't find it.." kid immediately scoffs, turning his head back down to his work. "no how would i know where it is!" "hmm okay, just asking.." when kid finally leaves his workbench, killer glances at him from the side of the kitchen. "y/n was looking for their bracelet." "yeah i know." "did you find it?" "why the hell would i know where it is?" "so the silver bracelet with a pink bunny pendant on your wrist is 100% yours?" "shut up - yeah it is mine so what!" "okay sanrio girl calm down."

𝙇𝘼𝙒 has to remind himself that he loves you dearly. you're the first person to make him feel this way. so when you're absolutely eating it up in the middle of his study with ice spice blaring through the den den mushi, he tries his best to live laugh love.

"HE SAYS THAT I'M WHAT?!" you shout, hand gripping the makeshift pen mic up to penguin as law tries his best to concentrate on the med book he has in his hand. he swears to himself that next time he'll never let you in this room again. "GOOD ENOUGH, GRABBIN' MY DUH' DUH' DUH'" penguin answers, nodding along as bepo stands utterly in the corner with the den den mushi in his hands. "THINK 'BOUT SHIT THAT I SHOULDN'T HAVE!" before you can really show your shit, law immediately shambles you guys out of the room. "law, i'm sorry!!" you plead from outside his room as the boys stand awkwardly behind you, ice spice still playing yet way quieter than before from bepo's hands. "c'mon!!" law swears he loves you, but if he hears another t-that boy's a liar! that boy's a liar! he's going to rip his ears off.

[russellsppttemplates]

I'm always over the moon (Lando Norris)

A look into your and Lando's little life moments

Note: english is not my first language. It's fluffy, so you know I pratically melted (and am now feeling single in about seventeen different levels)✨️

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

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Tw: mentions accident drop of a glass and possibility of injury

Tag list: @myloverjk-blog

Today's training session was particularly hard, Jon having Lando run a considerable amount of kilometres more than the usual distance followed by a weights session. By the time he was finished his cryotherapy session, he was more than ready to go home and snuggle up to you in the sofa.

Setting his keys on the little bowl by the door, Lando left his shoes on the coat cabinet by the door before walking to the ensuite bathroom where he heard noise from.

"I'm home, baby", he said, crossing the corner and resting his body on the side of the door, watching you rub product on your face.

"Hey, Lan", you smiled at him through the mirror, putting the lid on the pot you were using and storing it away.

Approaching him, you laced your arms around his neck, fingers playing with the curls ay the nape of his neck, "how was your session?", you wondered before kissing his lips.

"It was a killer, Jon set out to push me to the limit today", he hummed, hands finding your waist and holding your body close to his, "and you?", he checked.

"I worked all day, finally finished the prototypes for the next Quadrant campaign, then I worked out and I was just finishing my shower when you arrived", you added.

"I should've come home earlier, I could have joined you in there", he smirked, lowering his head to your neck and kissing the skin softly, earning your giggles as you squirmed.

"You're tickling me", you smiled, curling yourself closer against him, "but it's alright, baby, we'll do it another time".

When you separated yourself from his slightly, Lando noticed what you were wearing, "ugh, baby, I don't know what would be better, getting home when you were in the shower or this", he complimented.

"What do you mean?", you scrunched your eyebrows, looking down at your outfit. Because you had moisturised your whole body, from head to toe, after your workout, you decided to put on your tiny pyjamas shorts and one of Lando's t-shirts, the bottom piece fitting your thighs loosely while his t-shirt fit snug on your hips and chest, the fabric leaving little to the imagination. Even though he knew everything it kept away, he loved the way your curvilinear body looked in his t-shirt.

"I love it when you wear my clothes, they look so good on you, too god even", he nibbled on your ear lobe, hands tapping your thighs so you knew to jump and wrap your legs around his waist.

"I thought you were too tired, baby", you brushed the curls away from his eyes, "I am, but that doesn't mean I won't spend the evening glued to you", he winked, carrying you to the sofa in the living room, laying you both down and wrapping you both in a blanket.

"Can't have you feeling cold, baby", he mumbled, fixing the blanket before his hand travelled under the t-shirt and settled on your tummy, making you hum in content, "I love you, baby", you cooed.

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"Alright, let's get to work!", Lando clapped after setting the last box on the living room floor.

When you moved all of the things you wanted to Monaco, Lando insisted you should bring your favourite books, reasoning that the apartment should also have some of your things instead of just his helmets for decoration. So, three boxes were shipped with your favourite book collections and stand alones and, you and Lando took the afternoon to organise them.

"I get this can be boring for you, Lan, I can do it myself if you want to go stream or just game", you added, kissing his cheek lovingly.

"Absolutely not, baby, I want to help you! So, how do you want this?", he asked as he looked at what was in the boxes, "do you want to do this by colour? Genre? Date? The ones you've read and the ones you haven't read yet", he suggested.

"We can go a bit with the colour schemes you already have with the helmets", you tried, looking over at the colour palette the books made up.

Wiping the shelves one last time, you sat on the floor and handed the books over to your boyfriend, guiding him through the order and way you wanted to display them.

"Oh, I remember this one - I read it to you the first time I spent the night at your place! You didn't want to seem weird and admit you needed to read a little before going to bed and thought you could go without it for one night!", he smiled at the memory, "Little did you know that it was another one of the things that attracted me to you and I was more than happy to read to you", he winked, leaving you flustered as you handed him the next book, "very smooth, Mr. Norris", you blushed.

"I like to keep you on your toes", he chuckled, "next, there's room for that big collection there", he pointed to the eight books that shared the same design, "might be a tight squeeze, but I think it's fine", he muttered as you handed him the books.

By the time you finished, the living room looked like a good mixture of you and Lando. The books added a pop of colour and softer tone along with the new picture frames you scattered.

"It looks great", Lando said, pulling you closer to him as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, "our home is coming together nicely", he kissed the side of your head.

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"They can spend the day, of course I don't mind", you smiled as you out the cutlery away in the drawer.

"It's your home too, baby, just wanted to make sure you're fine with it", Lando reasoned as he wiped the counter.

It was still weird to refer to the apartment as your home, but you wouldn't have it any other way. Closing the door and moving to the cups drying on the counter, you grabbed a tea towell and started drying them before setting them in the cupboard.

"I'll make sure to not make too much noise, or I can go and work at the café down the street, it's - shoot!", you cursed as the glass slipped from your hold, falling on the floor and shattering into little pieces.

"Careful, darling, you might hurt yourself more", Lando urged, stretching his arms and helping you stand where there were no glass shards.

"I'm sorry, I thought the towell wasn't that slippery", you said as Lando scanned your hands for any cuts or injuries, moving to your feet and ankles.

"It's okay, baby, I don't care about the glass, I care about you", he kissed your fingers, "there's a little graze here", he pointed to the small nick on your skin, "go wash it off while gather these", he kissed your cheek and looked for the broom.

Making sure he had sweeped all of it and then passing the vacuum cleaner just to make sure, Lando finished putting the glasses away as you stood by the door, "it's fine,Y/N, we'll go to IKEA and get a new one", he conforted, "now, are we ready for bed?", he wondered as he held your hand as you walked to the bedroom.

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"My shoulders are killing me, I think I slept funny", you mumbled, trying to find a good position against the office chair, Lando's look questioning your movements.

"Are you in pain? You should've said something", he tutted, hands coming to rub the muscles along your shoulders and neck as Ria went over the latest filming plans.

"Y/N, are you okay, girl?", Ria asked, concerned at the faces you were pulling, "are you sure he's helping you rather than making it worse?", she teased.

"Hey!", Lando yelled, "I'm trying to be a great boyfriend, making sure she's feeling well and taken care of! I think that's jealousy", he smirked, poking his tongue out at her.

"It's feeling good, handsome, especially right there", you groaned, earning a whistle from Max.

"If you guys need a room, I'm sure they can find something relatively kept away!", he laughed, luckily missing the pillow your boyfriend threw at him, "no need to resort to violence, guys!".

"Bring that pillow over here, please, I actually need it", you asked him, taking it from his hands as he quickly walked away, "what, are you afraid I was going to make you trip?", you giggled.

"I don't know, the two of you are never up to any good!", Max raised his hands in defense as Lando kissed your forehead, "He's just jealous because we're a great team and P isn't here with him".

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Weekends with no racing and no plans quickly became your favourite because you were able to spend as much time as you possibly could with Lando, the triple header ahead of you already promising to make spending time just with him on your own a bit difficult.

When Lando woke up like clockwork, he stretched his neck just enough to watch you sleep cuddled up to his side, your hand grabbing a handful of the sheets that were keeping you warm as you peacefully slept, and knowing how much Quadrant had kept you up late that past week, he thought it would be nice to let you sleep for a bit longer.

Carefully getting up to not wake you up, Lando kissed your cheek soflty and made his side of the bed, tucking the sheets around your body as he lightly kissed your head one last time before he went to the ensuite to change into his workout clothes.

Heading to the kitchen, Lando filled his water bottle and grabbed a pre-workout snack to take to the home gym. Looking at the equipment in the room and the cardio indications Jon had sent him, he decided that he was going on the bike, figuring that, even though the sound isolation was pretty good, it would be the least likely to make too much noise to the point of waking you up, following up with some weights and then stretching.

He was all sweaty when he walked back into the bedroom, ready to have a shower when he heard the sheets ruffling, "hey, baby, good morning", he smiled, "you can go back to sleep, I just need to take a shower, I'm sorry I woke you up", he pouted.

"Morning", you yawned, "I'm going to shower with you", you smiled sleepily, getting up and joining him in the ensuite.

Leaving your clothes in a pile on the floor, Lando got the shower started, making sure the water was warm as you both liked before stepping in with you, letting the water wash away before you grabbed your shower gel, lathering it on Lando's hands and then on yours as you both helped the other wash off, stealing kissing and caresses along the way.

When you got back to the bedroom and dressed in lounge wear clothes, you were ready to have breakfast, finding the overnight oats in the kitchen, "I don't mind if you want to eat something else", Lando offered.

"These are good, I don't mind it", you said, "but I am going to make my latte because my brain can't go without the caffeine", you scrunched up your nose, earning his giggles as you turned on the coffee machine.

"Can I have a little sip, please?", Lando asked once you frothed up the milk, "of course, here baby", you encouraged, bringing the mug up to his lips and having your hand form a shell under it just in case it spilled.

Lando was left with a little foam moustache, earning a giggle from you as you kissed him, "my little frothy man", you cupped his cheek before kissing him properly, "I love you, Y/N", he whispered, pulling you into his embrace.

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"You pick the movie, I have to go pee", you said to your boyfriend, letting him walk inside the living room as you continued down the hall to the bathroom.

For tonight's plan, you and Lando decided to stay in and cook together, wanting to enjoy the small task without rushing or heating up something from his meal plan, still making something healthy and approved by his team.

When you got back to the living room,

Lando had his Spotify app on the TV, a slow song you recognised from his brother's wedding playlist ready to play, "would you do me the honour of joining me in this dance?", he asked, kissing your knuckles before looking up at you, eyes sparkly as you replied, "yes, I will", you smiled, allowing him to push you flush to his chest, slowdancing in the living room once he started the song, your head in his chest listening to his steady heartbeat.

"Everyday I thank my lucky starts that we met, that I was bold enough to ask you out and that you've stayed with me all of these years", he broke the silence as he unattached his lips from your temple, "and I never want to loose this, little touches, giggles, wins and losses, all of it", he smiled.

"You're the best thing that has happened to me, Lando", you cupped his face in your hands, thumbs brushing his cheeks as he smiled, "I can only hope you feel as happy as I do when I'm with you".

"Darling, with you, I'm always over the moon", he giggled, kissing your lips softly as he stumbled you two into the sofa, roaming hands and tongues battling eachother as a night of love and passion unfolded.

[chronicowboy]

When Connor finally comes over to the loft, Buck can only think thank god.

Its not that he doesn't like Kameron, he actually really enjoys her company. She's funny and bubbly and enjoys learning whatever new facts he'd found on Wikipedia that day and she has killer commentary for shitty reality TV.

Its not even the whole pregnant thing. He laughs when she balances her plate on her belly and he always braves her adventures in craving combinations even if it ends with him gagging and swearing never to eat tuna or jelly ever again - sidenote: chips and whipped cream is a new go-to snack.

He's just fed up of feeling like a perpetual roommate in his own apartment yet again. And his couch fucking sucks.

Also, like, its great that Connor and Kameron are starting to talk things through.

But his couch sucks.

So, when Connor comes over looking sheepish and apologetic, Buck welcomes him in with a smile. Kameron... not so much.

"I'm... gonna head upstairs," Buck mumbles into the awkward silence of the kitchen, "and get into my running gear." He nods once before fleeing up to his bedroom.

Buck dives for his headphones when their hushed voices start hissing at each other, connecting them up to his phone with fast hands and blasting his workout playlist as loud as he can bear. He strips efficiently, pulling on a pair of shorts and a tank top in the bathroom when the voices get louder. Then he's rushing downstairs and grabbing his sneakers, wondering if it would be wise to run all the way to Eddie's house.

His hand is an inch away from the doorknob when Connor stops him. With a silent sigh, Buck pops a headphone out and turns to face the scene in front of him.

Kameron is leaning on the kitchen island, palms flat against the marble, fingers curled under her hands, head hung low. Connor is wide-eyed and pleading, his grip on Buck's wrist tight and unyielding as he keeps him fixed to his spot.

"Buck, tell me you could raise a kid that wasn't yours," he begs, something frantic to his voice. Buck thinks he recognises the fear in Connor's eyes, thinks it looks a lot like Chimney haunting the loft weeks after Hen and Eddie had returned home. Not a fear of covid or DNA, but a fear of fatherhood cloaked in a thousand defences. "Tell me that it wouldn't bug you every single day."

Buck blinks. He opens his mouth, but something thick and cloying crawls up his throat and stops the words from coming out.

He sees flashes. Too-long curls and crutches and glasses. Nights spent huddled on a couch in front of the same shitty kid's film that Buck would happily watch a hundred times over, days spent hunched over worksheets at the dining table, mornings heavy with sleep but light with joy. Trips to the zoo, visits to the aquarium, tours of the observatory. Nightmares and tears and a run away on his doorstep. Sodden clothes and clasped hands and such visceral fear that Buck had thought he was dying. Saying no to one last game, mixing veggies into the sauce, putting his foot down on screen time. A bag full of pharmacy supplies and the tiles of the bathroom floor cold under him and growing pains Buck feels in his old bones.

"It wouldn't," Buck croaks, it feels a lot like a confession. "My captain has been more of a dad to me than my father ever was." Buck shakes his head, shrugs. "Its not about DNA, Connor, its about love."

"But." Connor's chest heaves with panicked breaths. "So, you'd do it? You'd raise another man's kid?"

Buck recognises the fear again, but this time its his own. Connor is feeling the same fear that had Buck staggering through the ravaged streets of Los Angeles. The same fear that had Buck withdrawing, trying to chase Eddie and Christopher out of the door with a list of all his sins. The same fear that had Buck reminding Eddie of Christopher's biological family. The fear Buck feels every time he has to say goodbye to Chris.

Its then that Buck's phone buzzes. He glances down at the new notification. A picture of Eddie scowling down at a cookbook captioned uh oh - backup needed ASAP.

"Oh," Buck breathes down at the screen.

All the flashes suddenly comes together, one beautiful mosaic of parental devotion.

Buck remembers the way Chimney's dad's words had lodged something sharp and painful into his chest, remembers wondering why. He remembers a quiet conversation on opposite sides of a hospital bed, remembers wondering why me. He remembers scribbling hearts together for an assignment, remembers its his turn to save you. He remembers wondering if he could be a donor not dad and Eddie asking if he knew any of Christopher's secrets.

"Buck?" Connor prompts.

"I'd do it," Buck says, only looking up from his phone when it fades to black. When he says it, it sounds a lot like you know I wouldn't. "Because... even though that kid might not be my blood, he'd still be mine," here, his voice cracks right down the middle. "I'm sorry, I have to go."

"What? Buck!"

"Sorry." Buck yanks the door open and looks over his shoulder with an apologetic shrug. "My kid needs me."

[stardewstardropthoughts]

SDV Bachelors guilty pleasures/kinks/fetishes in the bedroom? 🫦🥵💖💫

MDNI these aren’t the longest but I hope you like them! I had fun writing them lol

Harvey:

Listen, I’m not saying explicitly that he wants to play doctor in that light but I’m not denying it either

Obviously he keeps his work very professional but in his downtime for play? Naughty man

Also big on erotic massages both giving and receiving

Has so many different scented oils for any occasion or mood

Also likes to cum inside you, but understands if you don’t want that do to risk of pregnancy or other issues

But like if your afab he’s definitely got a little bit of a lactation fetish I think, mostly just how big and heavy your breasts get

But also very into cock and ball worship, giving and receivin

Sam:

This man is a sub leaning switch, loves to have his partner take control

Will wear a collar if you ask him too, please ask him too he’s to shy to bring it up himself

Likes to be cuffed and overstimulated

Major praise kink, please tell him he’s your good boy

Loves seeing you in lingerie, lace is his favourite texture to feel against his bare thighs well you bounce on his cock

Pull his hair, gently though. Nothing to rough for him

Elliott:

Wax play is an absolute yes for this man

Along with food play, whipped cream and chocolate sauce? Yes please

Big on giving you praise and telling you how well you take him

Loves to leave little hickeys on your neck and chest

Also loves to hold hands while making love

Big into cock warming, tried it once when you were needy while he was writing and has never looked back, one of his favourite intimate activities

Also loves make out sessions, just lazy mornings in bed with you, tangled in each others arms, hands wondering each others body’s while your mouths mould together

Sebastian:

Hear me out here okay?

He’s a soft dom, likes to be in control but doesn’t want to inflict much pain

Has a knife kink but has one of those prop knifes that’s really dull so that he doesn’t actually risk cutting you

Will overstimulate you to the point of tears because he loves to see them running down your pretty face

Loves to praise you on how well your doing and how your being such a good boy/girl/pet for him

Low key has a daddy kink I think

Also has handcuffs and leather restraints for you

Shane:

This man is absolutely a dom and I cannot be convinced otherwise

Big sir kink, loves to be in a position of authority over you

Wants you to wear a collar, it’s more of a subtle necklace with a lock on the back that he holds the key to

Loves marking you up, bites, hickeys, bruises. He absolutely wants to see the aftermath of a session on you

Loves seeing you in lingerie for him, specially anything light blue

Loves to praise and degrade you equally

Has safe words in place and if your mouth is too full to speak you are to tap his thigh three times for stop, twice for slow down and once for all good when he checks in on you

Spanking is his favourite punishment

Overstimulation is a very close second, wants your brain to be mush by the time he’s done with you

Alex:

Look, I know this might disappoint some but I personally think he’s pretty vanilla, which is totally fine!

Will rail you on his gym bench though

Also loves the way you look in workout gear

Loves to praise you and also likes being told how well he’s doing and how good he makes you feel

Will venture into erotic massages because they’re both good for you and killer stimulation

Loves when you swallow after going down on him, almost immediately back at half mast when you show him you’ve swallowed the whole load

[goingmerryfics]

hi hi hello its me again :D another request if that's alright! could you do a chubby s/o with Kid and Killer? thank you for all your beautiful writing I enjoy it a lot!

Chubby S/O w/ Kid & Killer 

Content: Gender neutral reader, very light nsfw elements

Notes* Welcome back :P glad to have you! I was trying to be really careful with the wording on this because for some it can be a sensitive subject. Heed the contents anyway.

Kid

Pinches your cheeks ALL THE TIME

Which ones? You decide

But for real, this guy grabs your ass all the time

He doesn't care that you're bigger, but he speaks so bluntly that he will probably say something insensitive. He doesn't mean it at all though- it would be some offhand comment that was worded wrong and later confuses him as to why you're upset

He won't apologize- it's Kid, him apologizing is unheard of -but he will do something special to try and make it up to you, like make you a small gift

He would let you use his clothes. He's a tall guy who's built bigger too, so if they fit you well enough then he'd like to see you in them

If you wanted to lose weight, he would be the best workout partner. He'll yell at you the whole time, but in a motivational way!

“Don't pussy out! Keep going! One more push-up!”

‘One more’ was 15 minutes ago

He pushes you to your limits in a way that somehow helps you two develop a bond with each other 

Gives you shit if you skip leg day

If that's not your priority, he would probably suggest it once, call you weak for passing, then never bring it up again 

Won't admit that he loves cuddling with you. You're extra soft, so he likes to lie his head on your chest or stomach

Killer

He loves you exactly the way you are.

Never insensitive towards you, and sticks up for you against any comments that people might make in ignorance, whether on his crew or not

He loves to hug you, hold your hands, and touch you in any sort of way so he can feel your warmth

He'll pick you up if you let him

If you wanted to lose weight he would make sure to start with your meals- making sure they're delicious, fresh as possible, and much healthier than the usual garbage that the crew eats for meals. He'd even eat the same thing with you so you don't feel left out

He'd also be a great workout partner, but he's on a completely different level than Kid. He'll encourage you less than scream at you, giving you praise and compliments the whole time

But if you weren't interested then that's ok too. He likes you no  matter what

Personal headcanon is that he prefers chubby partners

He's always trying to be hyper aware of the kinds of words he uses not because he feels the need to tip-toe around you, but because he'd feel awful if he hurt your feelings by accident. He'd throw himself off the ship if he made you frown even a little bit

He'd be so quick to come to your side if you were feeling insecure, happy to give you all sorts of kind words to make you feel better

[lemoncrushh]

Running on Empty

Summary: An unfortunate incident at the gym

Warnings: None, just a PSA - Never workout on an empty stomach.

Word Count: 1185

A/N: Harry x reader AU. Originally an OC but has been edited. From my 2017 collection.

Harry was a new guy at your gym. You hadn't been going as regularly as you should have, but once he started coming a few weeks ago, you made it a point to keep up with your workouts. He was gorgeous, to say the least. Not your typical buff, gym type guy. But really attractive with a killer smile.

So far your exchange had merely been a few hellos and nods of the head. But you were determined to get his attention. You can assure yourself however, what ended up happening was not your intent.

You'd skipped lunch that day, having only a bagel for breakfast and a handful of jellybeans that you'd grabbed from your co-worker's desk when your boss had asked if you could stay to help set up the conference room for an important meeting. You could have (and should have) easily gotten a sandwich at the deli before heading to the gym, but you only had an hour, and you knew Harry would most likely already be there. It was pathetic how you'd memorized his schedule, this man that you barely knew.

He was already at the weight bench when you left the locker room. Walking past him, you could see the beads of sweat forming on his upper lip and arms, his t-shirt nearly soaked through. He groaned low as he lifted the bar, his muscles flexing. Sighing deeply, but low enough you hoped that he didn't hear you, you took your usual place at the treadmill, popping your earbuds in and setting your water bottle in its cubby. Choosing one of your workout playlists, you began warming up at a steady walking pace. As the songs progressed into faster tempos, so did your walking and soon you was at a jogging pace, your heart rate up.

Lost in your music, you didn't notice Harry had gotten up from the bench until he was beside you, wiping his face with a towel, your eyes connecting.

"Hello," he grinned. Good grief, he had a great smile.

"Hi."

You watched as he took a stance on the treadmill next to yours. He said something else then that you couldn't quite make out with your music blaring, so you pulled out an earbud.

"Sorry?"

"I said, I've seen you here before a few times."

"Oh. Yeah." You didn't know what else to say. You'd rehearsed several scenarios in your head, but at the moment you were breathing too hard to make actual conversation.

"I'm Harry," he said.

"Y/N," you replied, though you was sure it sounded more like a breathy mess.

"Good to meet you," he smiled again, making your heart race more than it already was.

Grabbing your water bottle, you took a long drink, emptying almost half of it. The next song that came on was clocked at an even faster bpm, so you sped up the speed of the treadmill. Now at a running pace, you felt the sweat drip down the back of your neck and between your breasts. Your breaths were hard but steady as you made sure you could handle it. There had been days when running was a breeze, and you'd feel exhilarated from pushing yourself to the limit. But because you hadn't been keeping up with your usual routine, and probably because you hadn't eaten, you could already feel your body resisting. You felt like your heart was beating out of your chest. You slowed the speed just slightly as you felt yourself getting light-headed.

"Hey, you okay?" you heard to your left.

You turned your head to Harry to looked concerned. Unable to speak, you nodded.

"You might wanna slow down," he gestured to the treadmill console.

You nodded again and did as he suggested. When you found a slower, jogging pace, you started to feel a little better, your breathing even once again. You held on to the bar this time, something you didn't normally do in order to regain the feeling in your legs which had seemed to go numb. You weren't sure how you'd even managed to run at all. It was as though you had phantom limbs that moved at their own will.

Finally, your playlist came full circle, a U2 song finishing out what you knew was the end of your workout. You walked for the remaining time, guzzling the last of your water.

Stepping off the treadmill, you immediately felt woozy. Blinking hard, careful not to get sweat in your eyes, you reached for your towel and wiped them. That was when two things seemed to happen both simultaneously and in slow motion. You saw Harry step off his treadmill and walk towards you, and everything went black.

"Y/N!"

You could hear a voice calling your name, and it sounded familiar but far away. You were probably dreaming.

"Y/N!" he called again.

Ouch, you thought. That light was too bright.

"C'mon, love, open your eyes."

His honey-like voice soothed you and you blinked, allowing the irritating light to shine in your eyes. That was when you saw his face, hovering over you like a guardian angel. His chest fell as he let out a sigh of relief.

"She's coming to," he relayed to someone behind him.

"Um..." you swallowed hard, your throat suddenly dry. "What happened?"

"You fainted, straight into my arms."

You groaned, lifting your hand to your head which you realized was throbbing.

"You know," he added with a smirk, "if you wanted my attention, you didn't have to go to such extremes."

"Oh God," you mumbled. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. I just wanna make sure you're okay."

You stared at him for a moment before someone else appeared above your head and knelt down beside you.

"Miss, do you need a doctor?" the second man asked.

"No," you replied. "I think I just passed out. I'll be fine."

"Can you sit up?"

You realized then that Harry still had his arms around you. You nodded and allowed him to help you sit as you felt the blood rush to your head.

"Oh," you groaned again.

The other man handed you a bottle of what looked to be a sports drink. You took it from him and drank a large gulp, feeling it immediately run through your veins.

"You sure you don't need a doctor or an ambulance?"

You looked at him and shook your head. "No. It's fine."

The man nodded and patted your back. "Sit for as long as you need." Then he turned to Harry. "Don't let her make any sudden moves until she's ready."

"Yes, sir."

When the man walked away, Harry took your hand.

"You sure you're okay?"

"Not really, but I will be."

"Did you eat anything today?"

You let out a breath. "Very little."

"Are you diabetic?"

"No. Just overworked I suppose."

Harry shut his eyes and shook his head. "When you're ready, I'll help you stand," he offered. "Then I'm taking you to lunch."

You smiled gently. "You are?"

"Well...it wasn't how I was planning to ask you out. But it'll do."

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[joelswritingmistress]

Camp Crystal Lake: Chapter 11

Requested by @yellowjacketsbuzzbuzz

Joel Miller x f!reader (romance/horror)

Setting: Camp Crystal Lake

The reader is taking on the position of a camp counselor at the infamous Camp Crystal Lake. While she begins to enjoy her summer, even crushing on the camp director Joel, a killer lurks in the woods unbeknownst to anyone.

I couldn't remain in the cabin with all the commotion going on outside. I already heard Joel addressing the situation as I got myself together and hurried out the door, reaching for a paint brush as a prop for good measure.

Ralph stood there in the same clothes I'd seen him in the other day, gripping the rusted handles of his bicycle as he glared at Joel.

“I told the others!” The old man said, “They didn't believe me. Don't you care about your people here?” Ralph’s glare doubled down, “You're doomed! You're all doomed!”

“You can't keep doing this,” Joel said to him. “I'm going to have to call the sheriff the next time-”

“There won't be a next time!” He motioned with a crooked, boney finger. “Not if you stay!”

“Alright.” Joel removed the cell phone from his pocket and began to dial, though Ralph quickly hopped on his bike and struggled to take off into the woods - again.

“What's with this guy?” I grumbled, looking at Joel first and then to Sandra who leaned an arm on Jeff’s shoulder.

“He's a real prophet of doom,” Jeff said, smirking as he shook his head.

“And the cops hauled us in.” Sandra rolled her eyes. “But not that creep.”

“I'll call up the local department and let them know he's been hanging around,” Joel assured all of us. He wiggled his iPhone and nodded, “Let's get back to work.”

My eyes met Joel's and we shared a subtle smile before returning to the cabin. When I went to dive back in, his lips met mine but he pulled back and rested his hands on my waist. A lazy grin lingered on his face.

“Why don't we agree to meet back here after dinner tonight?” Joel suggested, “We can have a little privacy. I should probably be keeping a closer eye on things, anyway.”

“That's fair.” I nodded closed my eyes when he pressed his lips against mine again. I giggled when he playfully kissed down my neck and then back to my lips.

“I'm giving people one last night on the town, so maybe we can have a few drinks, I'll come back and make my rounds and then we could agree to ten o'clock?”

“I'll be here at 9:45.”

Joel chuckled and pecked my lips again. “Alright. I'm going to chase down Ralph and call it in, then I'll be back to help you paint.”

When three o'clock rolled around I felt the muscles aching in my sunburned arms. “No wonder Mr. Myagi had the Karate Kid painting all the time,” I said when I met up with Sandra down by the lake. We both stripped off our t-shirts, sporting bathing suits beneath them. “That was an arm workout.”

Sandra tossed her shirt and did some arm circles, shrugging her shoulders each time she did. “You're telling me. I'm wiped out.” She hurried onto the dock ahead of me and began a tiptoed jog down the length of it before diving into the cool water.

I trailed my new friend, following her lead as I, too, didn't waste time jumping into the lake. Mine was more of a pencil dive.

“I'm joining you!” I heard Teri call out when I resurfaced. She ditched her shorts and tank top on the beach sand to reveal her tye-dye bikini and came sprinting down the dock. Her petite body managed a giant cannon ball, causing Sandra and I to laugh when water splashed over us.

“Perfect 10!” Sandra shouted.

The boys joined in soon after, leaving Vicki and Mark at the edge of the lake where she doused his broad shoulders with lake water. He didn't seem to mind as their flirtation continued.

My heart ached for Joel, even though I was having plenty of fun splashing around in the water with everyone. When he finally appeared through the trees, a heat rose in my chest.

“Coming in?” Scott asked when Joel made his way down the dock.

“Not right now.” Joel grinned and put his hands on his hips.

“Forget your Speedo?” Ted asked.

“I have my pink one on under these,” Joel teased back, toying with the fabric on his cargo shorts. I giggled along with the rest of them.

“No, I'm actually here to let you know that if you'd like one more night on the town, tonight's the night; at least until mid summer when we have a week break to prepare for the second session.”

“A night out, I'm in!” Sandra said right away.

Jeff slicked back his hair, “I'm in, too. What kind of nightlife does this town have?”

“A couple dive bars,” I told him with a laugh.

“There is that place on the water on the opposite side of the lake.”

“The Casino Bar?” I asked.

“You have a casino here?” Sandra asked.

“Not quite,” I said with a laugh, “That's just the name of it.”

“It's a semi dive,” Joel said with a laugh. “Good views though.”

“I'm in,” Sandra repeated.

Teri scrunched her nose, “As much as I might regret it, I'm exhausted. I think I'm going to stay back and get to bed early.”

Scott pretended to yawn, “I'm sorta tired myself.” He smiled at the still-uninterested Teri, “Think I'll stick around, too.”

“I'm going,” Ted raised his hand.

“You driving?” Joel joked.

“Ehhhh…” He made a face.

“Mark?” Vicki turned to him and smiled, “Do you want to go?”

He made a face. “Nothing spoils a party faster than a drunk in a wheelchair.”

“That's crap.” She shook her head, “I'll take care of you. We can go together.”

“I think I'd rather stay in.”

She wore a little grin, “Would you mind my company?”

Mark smiled back. “I wouldn't mind at all.”

“(Y/N)?” Joel looked right at me.

“Yeah, sounds like fun.”

“Okay, then it's settled.”

Ted cleared his throat, “I think our wanderers should drive us.” He motioned to Jeff and Sandra, “They caused the uproar over here with the cops, and-”

Jeff swam a few feet over and dunked him under the water. When Ted came back up for air he never opened his eyes but continued trying to make his point about Jeff driving. Jeff dunked him again.

I couldn't help but laugh. This group felt like they were my people. I had only been around them for a short time but we all seemed to click.

“What time, boss?” Jeff asked, finally letting go of Ted.

“You want to leave here around seven?”

“Early bird special,” Ted continued to tease him, “The old man gets tired around nine.”

“Seven is fine!” Sandra shouted over him.

“Don't make me change my mind,” Joel shot back with a lopsided grin, pointing at Ted.

“Teddy!” Sandra shouted and Jeff dunked him again.

I looked up at Joel and he gave a wink, mouthing the words, “Ten o'clock,” and holding up all ten fingers.

I smirked and nodded before he bid everyone a temporary farewell and headed back through the trees towards the main cabin.

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[hey-cringelord]

last night a friend and i got really deep into the kiritetsu friendship and eventually spiralled into a lengthy conversation about tetsutetsu being not transgender, but the biggest ally in existence

started with "kirishima and tetsutetsu are similar, so theyre both transmen" then decided no, actually, tetsutetsu just had no idea that was a thing

convo highlights:

theyre gym bros. often sending each other post-pump day pics fresh out the shower (there might have been a mention about near- full bush in the pic. cannot confirm or deny)

the first time kiri sent a pic tetsutetsu thought the kt tape he uses to bind was from a very serious injury that kiri didn't tell him about. cue kiri mansplaining chest binding, what it means being a transman, and tetsutetsu's immediate 100% support

"super manly bro" "manly man!" ⬅️ live tetsutetsu reaction

more about being gym bros and the pics they send because theyre so fucking funny:

kiri is an avid leg day fan. tetsutetsu is not. multiple arguments here that is just gym bro mumbo jumbo to any unlucky eavesdropper

tetsu believes core should be given its own dedicated time slot at the gym. kiri has never once done core workouts on purpose and just loops core into his usual routine (and by letting his classmates rock his shit in training). more arguments ensue

their leg day pics to each other are either shorts pulled way too far up or just. butt naked in the gym. they dgaf. (there has been a number of occasions where they open the message and accidentally flash their friends. response is usually "but hes so built, what the hell !?")

😁👍💪🔥🏋️‼️ literally the only emojis seen in their texts

just. the idea they send each other the gayest possible videos. like those twitter dudebros trying to get thirst comments? thats them. except theyre so bro about it theres nothing gay about it

tetsutetsu's transgender learning experience:

kiri introduces the idea to him, explaining only the transmasculine side of things.

(curtains open) transfem monoma, everyone!

tetsutetsu asks people he knows if theyre trans (genuine curiosity. he thinks this trans shit is metal as hell) (literally everyone gets asked btw. no one is safe)

monoma beats him over the head when she says yes and his response is "thats so manly!" and once she (or probably kendou...) explains it to him: "that's so womanly!"

proceeds to say he thought she had a really intense chest routine and thats why her chest was so flat

tetsutetsu asks bakugou and promptly gets threatened in a back alley. tetsu says kiri told him transmasc is a thing, so now kiritetsu are getting threatened in a back alley. its a shared bro experience

after learning monomas transfem and shes not just like that, tetsutetsu fights for his life to not say "hey bro/dude/man!" when greeting her. it takes barely a day for her to get fed up with "hey lady!"

i could keep going, but this is already a wall of text on my laptop screen. i really just wanted to share all these so i can come back to them, cuz i was up until three am with a killer stomach ache from two half daquiris and baconator fries from wendys. i might have cried laughing at one point, not sure

[sugahbunnies]

BUCKET LIST ☆ 08

The cafeteria table is full of chattering, Kaidou and Aren are attempting to create plans for Halloween which is in two days. You listen intently as Aiura says you should all go in costumes.

"Nothing lame! So Hairo, no more blanket ghosts please" She complains, handing Nendou a napkin for the mess he made.

"It's a classic, how could I not?" He spits out, suddenly going on the floor and doing pushups. You laugh at the sight of Hairo randomly doing his workout. Your chopsticks drop loudly on your tray, listening to the rest of the plans being made. Teruhashi and Chiyo agree to do your bloody makeup, as you decided you wanted to go as a killer. No one in particular, but just a killer and Saiki thought that actually suits you. He munches on his cafeteria food, knowing he is going to get tangled into these Halloween plans either way.

"Saiki, you should go as a bloody butler! You'll look so cool" Kaidou suggests, pushing Nendou off the chair next to Saiki and sitting down.

"Yeah you should haha.. you would look nice" Teruhashi agrees sheepishly, scratching the back of her head.

You snort, finding it funny how Teruhashi so obviously likes Saiki but he doesn't seem to care. The most gorgeous girl in the world likes him and he doesn't like her? Yeah, he's weird. You focus your attention to Saiki's tray, eyeing the green grapes displaying. You glance up at him and he nods, pushing his tray towards you.

"Thanks Saiki" You whisper, grabbing the grapes by hand and pushing them into your mouth.

He grabs his school bag and takes out the bunny drawing you had done a while back. He sets it down on the table and points at it. Your eyes brighten up as you excitedly grab it and hold it up to the side of your face.

"How is it not crumbled?! I literally destroyed it with my own hands so how-" You try to catch your breath, stopping your rapid talking. Saiki mouths the word "Powers" to you and with a nod, you give him a thumbs up.

He always found it funny how your habit of throwing a thumbs up has gotten worse. He wonders if your thumb is as tired as you are.

Saiki decides it's finally time to ask you about it.

Once lunch ends, he tries to find you by yourself but you're always surrounded by either Aren or Kaidou. Even the girls seemed to never leave you alone.

So he has one last idea.

To talk to you after school.

This is a difficult concept considering you usually have Kaidou walk you home. So, Saiki has to get to you way before anyone did. He silently watches you put away something in your bag. The drawing, perhaps?

Saiki walks up behind you, poking your shoulder. You turn and wave at him, and before you could loudly speak, he holds a finger to his lips.

"Your eyebags" He flatly points out, cautiously looking at his surroundings and confirming there is no one coming near you both. Your eyes showing multiple emotions, confusion flashing through your irises.

He's really close to you now, and your back is against a wall. His last words catch you off guard and you try to play it cool.

"You're sick aren't you?".

You push him off harshly, your head bumping with his chin.

"Hey! What's with the questions, huh?" You blurt out, jabbing your finger at his chest and pressing your nail against his skin to inflict some kind of pain.

"I know something is wrong, just tell me" Saiki explains, gingerly grabbing your finger and pushing it down to your side.

"Why do you care? It's not like we're best friends" You say in a hushed voice.

Oh yeah, that's right Saiki thinks to himself, and he has to admit that did sting a little considering he was actually starting to think of you as a friend. Not even a friend, but as a best friend.

"You're a pain, forget I even asked" He blurts out, shaking his head and disappearing into the incoming crowd.

You blink, rubbing your eyes and frowning at yourself for saying such a rude thing.

Jeez, this sickness is really getting to me.

You're about to push through the pouring in of people but feel a hand wrap around yours. You look down and see Kaidou's bandaged up hand.

"Home?" He asks with puppy eyes and dammit, he really knows how to use those eyes when it's convenient to him.

All you do is nod and allow him to walk you home, as always.

☆

"Your skin is so soft, Y/n" Nendou comments, rubbing the back of his hand against your cheek. You slap his hand away, Teruhashi looking back at him with a forced smile.

The whole bunch is currently at Saiki's house, who does not appear too thrilled about the idea.

The girls are fixing up your costume by working on the blood makeup on your face. Aiura thought it was a good idea to splatter blood on your clothes. It was a great thought but it soon turned into Aiura and Teruhashi trying to convince Saiki to put on bloody makeup too.

It worked.

You're matching with Saiki in terms of how much fake blood you have thrown at your face and clothes. You grab him by the shoulder and pull him to your side, showing the others you both look similar.

"Look at Saiki's face, he's totally enjoying this!" Nendou points at Saiki, whose facial expression is still blank. You cringe internally, maybe he's hoping you weren't close to him.

He shrugs your hand off. You nudge him playfully and he stumbles to the side, nudging you back harder.

You sigh in relief, you're glad to see that he's atleast acknowledging you.

"Okay let's go!" Chiyo grabs your hand and Hairo links his arm around yours, pulling you towards out the house. The others follow you three out, meanwhile Saiki is having a crisis of his own.

Y/n is way too close to my friends for my liking , what should i do?

Saiki watches you joke around and laugh with the others, walking through neighborhoods and asking for candy.

He's getting nervous now, seeing you actually get along with Teruhashi and cracking more jokes with her.

He bumps into Nendou, who starts interrogating him.

"Woah buddy, why is your face so pale? Ah I see, you're scared of the decorations put up, don't worry I'll keep you safe" He grumbles as he places his jacket over Saiki's shoulders.

You finally look back at Saiki, it's like you've been avoiding him this entire night. You flash him an apologetic look, indicating that you're sorry for not acknowledging him this whole time.

He just gives you a thumbs up, poking fun at your habit of always throwing up a thumbs up. You return the favor, turning your attention back to Kaidou picking out his favorite candies and giving them to you.

"Saiki actually gets cooler once you get to know him longer" Kaidou tells you, his shoulder practically stuck to yours. You instantly agree, adding on about how he's not actually emotionless but really considerate.

Saiki's tense shoulders relax, he takes a deep breath in and gives himself a massage on his wrists. He really was nervous for nothing, you're not a threat to his already formed friendships.

He was actually afraid you might take his friends away, no wonder he's been acting so weird since you got here. He hated to admit it but he saw you potentially ruining his friendships with how outgoing you are.

In reality, you did not affect his relationships at all.

He decides to enjoy the night, he just couldn't stop staring at how you still looked like a genuinely nice person even with fake blood all over you.

Saiki shakes his head, he still disliked how he was getting comfortable with you. You just always seemed to create a welcoming atmosphere wherever you went.

Good grief, Saiki glances at his heavy bag of candy. I guess this could be worse.

☆

After everyone had left, you asked Saiki if you could stay at his for a bit. You hate being home alone and your parents are working super late again.

He agrees, only if you give him his favorite brand of candy in exchange. You groan, hesitantly grabbing the strawberry flavored bars from your bag. You show him your palm, the candies crinkling as he grabs him quickly and slips them into his own bag.

"Thanks" He mutters, dumping his entire candy collection onto the table. He hopes you understand what he is hinting at. He wants to exchange more candies with you as a form of human interaction ..

That sounds really bad, he just wants to interact with you because he feels bad for seeing you in a negative way.

You do get the hint, you follow his lead and you both start hastily trading sweets.

"Hey, give that one back! Don't be greedy" You snap at him, grasping back the king sized chocolate bar he snatched.

"Okay fine, your twin size caramel bar then" Saiki proposes, rubbing his chin as if he has made the most difficult decision ever.

"Hmm" You sit back on the chair, rubbing your temples and thinking hard.

"Only if I get your sour gummies".

"Deal".

You swap candies once again, your hands ripping apart the small packaging. The sour bears scatter in front of you on the table, you shove a gummy to Saiki's face.

"Take it" You insist, waving it in front of his mouth like it's bait. He carefully takes it from your hand, throwing it into his mouth. You let out a soft laugh, you find it funny how he chews.

You try to sneakily take back your caramel bar, but Saiki slams his hand upon yours. Shaking his head, he's still chewing and throws another candy package to you.

"Okay just one more sour bear" He says, picking up another gummy and popping it into his mouth.

"You should totally try this one" You hold up a plastic bag of candy corns, causing Saiki to throw you a disgusted glance.

"Candy corn is the worst, come on" Saiki stands up to get you a glass of water, looking back and seeing you're still shoving your face in candy.

Hours fly by and you're still conversing about how your collection of naked angels is expensive but manageable. Saiki nods intently, focusing on your lit up phone when a notification pops up.

"Doctors appointment at 9am".

He purses his lips, trying to force a calm expression on his face. He's fighting the urge to ask you about it, but he knows you won't say anything.

He throws more mini bags at you filled with sour belts, waiting for you to trade more chocolate bars with him.

"Bet you wish you never traded these" You twirl the multi color strip around your finger.

"Yeah, I really do wish" Saiki mumbles, staring at your eyebags.

He wishes you would tell him whats happening to you, but all he knows is that patience is what he needs.

He gives you a sad look, to which you do not see as you continue blabbering. He smiles slightly.

Maybe you're not annoying anymore.

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AmeriHawk: a Clint Barton/Steve Rogers rec list

A few of my favorite fics from an underappreciated rarepair!

Found Your Husband by sara_holmes (@captn-sara-holmes) (Teen And Up Audiences, 8,824 words, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings)

Summary: Clint was never any good at strategy. He's pretty good at putting his foot in his mouth, though. Never to the extent where he ends up accidentally marrying someone he's not seen in twenty years, though.

Third Wheel or 20 Dates by cakeisnotpie (Explicit, 9,748 words, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings)

Summary: Steve and Clint are the third wheels around the tower. Basketball, classic movies, plays, and late night workouts ensue. Turns out, they may have been dating the whole time.

More below the cut!

Contractually Obligated, at Least Out of Uniform by snack_size (Explicit, 57,833 words, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings)

Summary: A chance encounter in the SHIELD hallway leads Clint and Steve, post-Avengers, to get to know each other better when everyone else is off having adventures. Things develop slowly, and awkwardly, and probably only thanks to one well timed comment by Tony. From there, Clint and Steve try to navigate a new reality, each other, and their various past traumas.

You were good for her by marmolita (@marmolita) (Explicit, 2,364 words, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings)

Author's Note: "This fic is a followup to quigonejinn's Beast of Burden. It may not make much sense if you haven't read that one first, so please do."

Summary: "Clint, I want--" Steve says, pulling back. Clint looks up at him, one hand on Steve's shoulder and one on the side of his ribs. Steve blinks, looks away. "I want you to hurt me."

Ghosts by AvaKelly (@intermittently-ava) (Explicit, 22,931 words, Graphic Depictions Of Violence)

My Note: This fic and the next one are the reason I ship AmeriHawk. Before I read them I hadn't even considered the ship as a possibility.

Summary: "Under the ice, I was awake." When the words settle in his head, Clint feels dizzy with comprehension. And yeah, there it is, the ripping that slices into his ribcage, sharp and painful, as if trying to erase everything that had touched his chest before. He shudders violently. "How are you sane," a whisper slips out unabated, voicing Clint's realization. "I'm not really."

Illusions by AvaKelly (@intermittently-ava) (Explicit, 26,362 words, Graphic Depictions Of Violence)

Summary: Hawkeye looks at him unblinking, unwinds his muscles with an upturn curl of a corner of his mouth that flashes a hint of teeth into the sunlight. He extends a hand, grips Steve's jaw a little too tight. "This is what kills people," he warns, like he refuses to acknowledge it as part of him. It sends a pang of hurt through Steve, because Clint can see a lot, but how can he not realize that it's Clint speaking through Hawkeye's mouth? They are not separate, but of one being, killer and conscience. That is what makes them soldiers instead of murderers.-- Alternate telling of Ghosts from Steve's perspective. Why you should read it: It has about 3 extra chapters from Ghosts of the boys in the tower. Here we dive into what reality looks like for Steve, after the years in ice. The Cat was here.

A Lifetime Of Dreaming by shatteredhourglass (@shatteredhourglass) (Explicit, 15,541 words, Graphic Depictions Of Violence)

Summary: "Clint," someone calls out, and Clint blinks. Alternatively titled 'Clint Barton And The No-Good, Shitty, Very Bad Day.'

If I Don't Wake Up Dead by copperbadge (@copperbadge) (Mature, 30,756 words)

Summary: Clint Barton -- subby, ex-carnie white trash, spy -- isn't the kind of guy Captain America goes for. Nobody informed Captain America of this.

in the day by harcourt (@haforcere) (Not Rated, 2,586 words)

Summary: For this prompt, where Steve is a man out of time, and things really were better way back when. Today, Doms control every aspect of their subs lives, more like ownership than a partnership. And when Steve wakes up, every one expects him to slot neatly into society because he comes from a time when "Doms were Doms and subs were subs," right? Also available as a podfic read by GoLBPodfics (@godoflaundrybaskets)

Chase Away the Winter's Chill by drmcbones (Teen And Up Audiences, 4,461 words)

Summary: Everybody sees Steve as the invincible Captain America, the hero who bounced back from being frozen for 70 years and went straight back to kicking ass and taking names. People forget that he's still a human being who underwent a horrific trauma. So Clint is thrown for a loop when he visits Steve's apartment and finds him in the midst of a panic attack brought on by his first winter since his near death in the arctic. Cue Clint doing whatever it takes to look after his teammate and remind him that he is not alone.

Boundless by AvaKelly (@intermittently-ava) (Teen And Up Audiences, 931 words)

Summary: Steve gets rewarded for his sacrifice with the choice of roaming the world as an invisible spirit while he's frozen and he takes it. One day, he meets a boy and makes a promise.

(my heart is) A Church of Scars by Kangofu_CB (Teen And Up Audiences, 4,384 words)

Summary: "Steve." It was a gentle correction, but implacable all the same. "It's Steve. And you never belonged to Loki because I'm pretty sure you belong to me." He reached for the buttons at his throat and began loosening them, revealing pale collarbones and smooth, hairless skin, but before the stripping could get really risque - and some distant part of Clint was deeply disappointed - Steve stopped unbuttoning the shirt and instead pulled the edges of it aside, so that his right shoulder was showing. A right shoulder that was marred by a very distinctive, starburst-shaped scar. The kind of scar an arrow left. Clint's vision narrowed to pinpricks, and he could feel himself panting in short, choppy bursts. In the aftermath of the Battle of New York, Clint finds something to hold on to.

Another First Kiss by Sineala (@sineala) (Explicit, 22,645 words)

Summary: Clint and the rest of the Avengers are alive and safe, home again after Onslaught. The team is getting back together. Life is great. And, what's more, Clint has woken up to one of his longtime fantasies, come true at last: Steve Rogers is naked in his bed and is very, very happy to see him. Everything would be perfect... if only Clint could remember anything at all about how Steve got there. Uh-oh. Okay, so he has a bit of amnesia. There's only one thing to do: wing it. The memories are bound to come back, any minute now. In the meantime, Clint can absolutely, definitely pretend that he knows what he's doing, who all these new Avengers are, and how the hell he ended up dating Captain America.

[javisjeanjacket]

Miguel O'Hara SFW Headcanons

A/N: just some soft/cute thoughts about our favorite red flag 🥺 !!

Warnings: mentions of miggy's lost family, one hc is about working out, mentions of nightmares but no description of them

-Miguel absolutely hatessss leaving you alone. Whether that's because he has to go fight crime or you have errands to run, he wants to be with you all the time. He lost one family and he never thought he'd find another and now that he has you, he doesn't want to let go 🥺

-He has nightmares where he sees Gabi disappear from his arms again and again. He'll wake up panting and trembling and be unable to go back to sleep for a few hours. When you start sleeping over, the nightmares will wake you too and once you're there to hold him and gently brush a hand over his back and through his hair, he'll never be able to sleep without you.

-He really is a giant teddy bear with you. Like imagine you're brushing your teeth in the morning, and he stumbles in, bleary-eyed and hair mussed, and lays his face in your neck and wraps his arms around you and says in his grumbly morning voice, 'Hey baby.'

-If you're out somewhere and someone messes up your order, Miguel is insisting it be taken back and made correctly 😤 He's not mean about it, just firm. You only deserve the very best.

-He wears one of your hair ties (or extra bra straps 😏) around his wrist at all times.

-He doesn't like change or trying new things, but if you ask him to try it, he will to make you happy.

-He ADORES you!! Every single part of you!! Sometimes he'll brush over your hair and then pick it up to give it a little kiss before he leaves.

-He's very introverted and closed off with his emotions, so even though he likes you it takes a while for him to really open up. But he does, little by little. He'll brush over your hand or tell you about the best meal he's ever had. And then eventually he's telling you things he never thought he could tell anyone and his heart is pounding out of his chest when he sees you.

-When you're sick, the doctor is IN 😤😤 He's got your medication times as alarms in his phone, he's checking if you need tea, water, Gatorade, whatever. You need cuddles? He's there. You need to watch 6 hours of SVU? Done. Miggy don't PLAY when it comes to your health!!

-Hes one of those that if you're together, even at home doing you're own separate things, he wants you to be touching him somehow. He likes to have you physically near him, it makes him feel safe 🥺

-He struggles to plan dates because he puts too much pressure on trying to make it perfect. He gets so in his head about it that he feels like nothing he chooses will be right. You might need to suggest things you'd like to do with him or ask him what he feels like doing and build dates together instead.

-He has shelves and shelves of books and they're all in alphabetical order and sorted by size as well.

-He drinks black coffee and has a specific roast he drinks every day.

-He knows what his 'just out of the shower' body and hair do to you and he definitely uses it to his advantage 😏 imagine him walking out of the bathroom while you're chilling, with only a towel slung around his waist, and "stretching" his arms in front of you with a big smug grin.

-He's actually incredibly romantic once he finds someone he really likes (i.e. YOU). He loves thinking of things you'd like, of turning over your words in his mind, of planning what he's going to say to you next time he sees you, just anything he could do to show you how loved you are. He wants all he is and all he knows to be for you. Loving you calms him.

-You two work out together (read: you workout and Miguel pretends to sweat and exert himself in the same gym as you) and he's always so proud of you no matter what you do or how long you workout!! Getting up and getting there is the most important thing! He'll squeeze your muscles and call you 'killer' after you finish too.

-Sometimes when he gets really frustrated and doesn't know how to solve whatever he's working on (superhero or normal person stuff) you wrapping your arms around him or putting a hand on his cheek and getting him to focus on something else for a second will help him think clearly again. I'm just picturing him having been working and huffing around all day, only to then finally come and find you, pull you to him, and sigh heavily as all the stress melts away. You recenter him and make him feel safe!!

-He LOVES being your baby!! Your Miggy!! 😍😍 Especially when those pet names highlight the softness that he hides so very deep inside of him. Like if you were to call him 'sweetheart' or 'sweet man' ??? WHOOOO he's in a puddle on the floor!! 🥺🥺 Melted into the palm of your hand!! 🥴🥴 He never wants you to call him anything else but those sweet names 💘

MIGGY TAGLIST: @pettyprocrastination @chiliiscereal @wenclairswife @hottoyvodka @vanilla-sweets @707xn @shibble @nebulaegem @realsimpbitchshit @marsthedefender @justsomereaderwholikesanime @me0w-miix @reanie-xoxo @certainhorsegoopcop @mushroomieee @whinsical-ash @ninjawarriorprincess4 @nimyoongi

EVERYTHING TAGLIST: @over300books @autumnleaves1991-blog @phoenixhalliwell @ntlmundy @myheart-pedro @intu-witch-tion @frietiemeloen @greeneyedblondie44 @amneris21 @disasterhann @aana4664 @prostitute-robot-from-the-future @maievdenoir @heyitsjaybird @nerdypinupcrystal @buckybarneshairpullingkink

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Summary: your younger sisters boy best friend had been getting too much attention lately.

kissing booth if the genders were opposite. Pt.1

Warning: smut, mature content, language.

Your sister had a built-in best friend since the day she was born and 1. No, it wasn't you but yes 2. I, was better that way because you could only deal with so much of her for so long so you were glad to share some of the responsibility with somebody. They grew up together and partly with me because I tried to ignore them most of the time anyway but they always found a way to be around me somehow Vincent’s mom had been best friends with your mom since college or something so it made sense

Sports are your specialty which worked in your favor cause guys like girls who play sports especially when they were good at it. You got in a few of fights when you were younger making you gain popularity girls feared you knowing you could beat their asses. You did look out for your sister and her best friend when other girls would try a fast move on you guys. You liked to feel needed and important so you would always help them with bullies when you guys were younger.

You were the popular sister athletic it’s not like it was some big secret, you didn’t need to be nice to get what you wanted you had pretty privilege had it since the you pop out of your mother actually, it was like a super power. P r e t t y p r I v l I d g e something not all people are blessed with. Only time I was ever jealous of my sister was when she had a built in best friend who stuck by her side 24/7 and never got tired of her. So basically since the day she was born maybe? You can’t keep count.

Everyone put up with you tough girl act everyone except vinnie ever since you were kids he had always put you in your place when your out of line you couldn’t lie you didn’t know why you didn’t just ignore him what he tried to but it didn’t think much. People had always liked you but in a I fear her kinda so what you got went through puberty you better believe it wasn’t that way anymore. You tried to know less about Vinnie because 1. He was like a little brother to you and 2. That’s your sisters boy best friend, You didn’t wanna upset her.

School was starting up again soon your about to start senior year. No different from the other schools years but you did have to pick a college soon so that really sucked for you. Leaving home.

As you walked into your house from a workout in your sports bra and gym shorts your a variety soccer player so it was mandatory you keep up your A game. “Leeah, have you seen my soccer ball?” I asked my sister looking at the pair who can never be caught apart. She obviously gave me some snarky remark making Vinnie laugh, I smirked “hey Vincent” I say looking at him. I know he hates being called by his full name, he looks back at me “Yes Noelle?” He knows I hate being called my first name

“When did you get the abs?” I pointed out at them He looked caught off guard as he looked down at them trying to think of something to say. Leeah chimes in “When you were away at soccer camp learning how to be a bigger bitch, it was almost as if he was in human growth hormones or something.” Leeah laughed as you scoffed. Vinnie then covers himself with a towel “Rule number 2? Please.” I tell them I was throwing a party and not to invite any jackasses. Leeah makes another snarky remark as she and Vinnie celebrate it so I throw a ball at her making him fall into the pool and then walking away. Leeah gets out of the pool, “she's such an ass” Lee says looking at Vinnie, “I know.” Vinnie says looking directly at his best friends sisters ass which was quickly shut down by Lee.

The first day of school

as I got there on my motorcycle and started talking to some other girls my sister rolled up with Vinnie. “What the fuck is he wearing” his shirt was way too small for his new muscular body making his buttons left open making his whole chest and stomach exposed. Noelle sat there dumbfounded by his chiseled-like abs then looking away. Noelles sister and vinnie looked confused as to why Vinnie was getting some stares.

“Is he new?” you heard females ask around. You scoffed at their reactions. Then some horny girl grabbed his ass in front of everyone. He made a weird sound then turned to confront the person then saw it was a female. He was helpless he couldn't hit a girl, Leeah knew this and yelled at her attempting to push her then looked like she needed some help of her own so I intervened and punched her to the ground as the principal came out and sent us 3 to the office. “You guys office now.”

Vinnie had ended up asking me why I helped them so obviously I told him “It's like seeing those girls gryi g to get into my little brothers pants, which is super gross.” I continued “ You've also had 0 experience with girls you haven't even had a girlfriend. Opening your shirt like that is asking for it.” I laughed as he took offence. We kinda all git detention after that stunt we pulled this morning

As I watched Vinnie flirt with the girl who had groped him yesterday my eyebrows raised as I look between them. He looks over at me as I mouth the words “what the fuck?” he rolled his eyes and he goes back to passing notes. The teacher doses off then eventually the girl bursts in the room wearing her shirt the same way Vinnie had done that same morning as people laughed and took picture she posed as Vinnie laughed also. I'm definitely have in a chat with her after class.

After detention, I found her “hey.” I said pushing her shoulder “I don't know what you told him but your not going out with Vinnie.” she was confused and scared “if you will I will break your nose, got it?” he nodded and ran off. “Easy.” not as easy as you thought because the next morning Vinnie called you angry “You do realize you're not my mom right?” he stated while on the phone with you. I smiled “You still got a lot to learn kiddo.” he scoffed

Mumbling stuff you ignored “I could just beat you with my shoes right now” be says “she's a player” I tell him “so are you?” he yelled confused.” “and that's why I'm not letting her near you, you'll thank me one day.” Noelle says calmly “stop yelling girls not to talk to me!” Vinnie yells.

Two days later

It was time for my party which was packed with almost everyone even tho I did say invite only. I had occupied myself with the first person to throw themselves at me just to have a make-out session, and that's when Vinnie came up and tapped on Noelle's shoulder. She turns to face whoever tapped her. She stopped kissing the guy for a brief moment. “I haven't seen Lee,” she said as she went back to making out with the guy. Vinnie taps me again as I stop kissing the guy again “What?!” he says something about a kissing booth before the guy I'm missing flicks Vinny's forehead “Lonely nerds are downstairs bro.” I rolled my eyes at the random guy. “ look uh, you should probably leave he's important to my family which kinda means he's important to me.” the guy backed off and left and was sassy about it. Vinnie looks down at me “Sorry I ruined your make-out session.” you smiled “That's fine he tasted like Cheetos anyways.” he ignored the last part. “So kissing booth?” he asked hopeful. “No, go away” and so he did.

Later into the party I saw Vinnie drinking like there was no tomorrow like absolutely downing everything everyone gave him as people cheered him on. As he got up and danced on the pool table. I couldn't like he. Does look better this year and people can tell people he's getting lots of attention. He starts to fan himself “It's hot out here.” he starts to strip as everyone cheers him on. You look at him in disbelief. Then he yells “Let go skinny dipping.” that's when you know he's had too much as everyone jumps into the pool Vinnie stumbles and falls into the grass. Lee looked over at Noelle for help and so she rolled her eyes and helped carry him up the stairs. “I have to go make sure they don't break anything but you git this right?” lee leaves them. “Noelle” Vinnie mumbles as you ignore him as he gets up and walks into your room and crashes on the bed. “Great because I didn't wanna carry him” Noelle whispers as he throws up on his shirt he put back on. Noelle takes his clothes off him and immediately outs it in the washer. “This is so gross”

The next morning

Vinnie woke up groaning from his hangover he opened his eyes and looked around panicked as he checked to see if he slept inside my room. He then checked to see if he was naked which he stuff had his underwear in as he sighed in relief. He watched as Noelle walked in with nothing but a towel as Vinnie stared at her in shock. He looks at him “Oh I didn't mean to wake you just grabbing my clothes.” she said. Vinnie didn't need to ask what happened, he remembered everything. “Noelle I'm so sorry,” he said holding his head. He got out of bed and looked down and realizedtat he was basically naked and tried hiding behind her curtains embarrassed. “Can you pass me those?” he pointed at some baggy shorts on the floor. “Please can I get those” he begged. She just stood there smirking at him ignoring the request.

“Fine,” they both said heading towards the shorts as Vinnie fell into Noelle getting tangled in the fallen-down curtains. She was rolled up on top of him and he was under her complaining about how were stuck. “My arm is stuck” he yelled as they tried to get out of this his arm pushed into her core the he gasped as she moaned “I told you not to stop moving!” she yelled yelled. They untangled themselves from the curtain. Vinnie rushes to put on the shorts and then rushed for the door before he stopped “Do I owe you anything at all” he asked “Just get out dork.” she said panting.

The next day

I was playing carnival games and talking to a few guys when Vinnie came up to me. He spoke “Look I'm desperate, just stop at the booth for a little please? It would mean a lot to me.” he signed. I looked at him crossing my arms“Wow the independent Vincent Cole hacker begging someone else for help?” then he ended up giving me an I care about you so help me kinda talk making me feel bad as he walked away.

The kissing booth starts and it looks like the most successful booth at the carnival after while so I bought a ticket. I stand there thinking I wasted my money on something guys wouldve payed me for. “Wanna cut?” I looked over at some random girl confused as I tilted my head. She then opened her mouth again “like get I front of me and not wait in line?” she said nervously. “Okay.” Noelle cuts in front of her and walked up to the stand. Waiting for the kisser. She sighed and looked towards the curtains to see which guy she would be kissing. Suddenly Vinnie walked out in a blindfold looking confused. He stumbled as I helped him to his stand of the stand. He then nervously tells me his secrets about his lack of relationships and kissing

experiences as everyone else also hears him and laughs at his nervousness. I smirked and rolled my eyes as I looked over at the curtains seeing the guys Laugh at Vinnie until they saw who he was about to kiss and stopped in their tracks. Noelle cut off the geek boy rambling by pulling him down by his collar and kissing him. It went in as people around then gasped and cheered. After a while Vinnie thought, why these people be cheering over just a kiss- he then realized and took off his blindfold and looked at her dumbfounded. She didn't want it to stop so he kissed him again then people had cheered as she looked at Vinnie “okay I'll see you around?” she walked away from the booth and wentnti go flirt with some guys to take her mind off of him.

Later Noelle was on her motorcycle when she spotted Vinnie walking home on the road. The sky was lit by the thunder. “Need a ride?” Vinnie gave her a little look. Noelle rolled her eyes and crossed her arms “Look I care about you and stuff plus my mom would kill me knowing I left you in the cold. He got onto her motorcycle after a while the storm got heavy and they couldn't drive any longer. She led him to a greenhouse-like area where he gave her his jacket. Noelle was looking out through the glass at the rain “We should be fine if we wait.” she said distracted.

Vinnie had walked towards the girl towering over her. He then quickly kissed her and she kissed back. Then he backed up “We can't how would I tell Lee?” he said slowly. “We’ll figure it out” I reassure him pressing my lips into his as he melts into it, he then takes the lead by choking her a little bringing her to moan and catch her breath. She grabbed his shirt and unbuttoned it. As he gasped and pulled away, they stared at each other for a short period of time She looked at him “we don't need to-” she told him he unbuttoned her shirt. As they were both shirtless and making out. Vinnie knew he should've stopped but she felt too good to let go.

"May I?" Vinnie asked, indicating his desire to try something else. Noelle agreed, "We can do whatever you want," she said, grinning at him seductively. He then chokes Noelle gently as his leg nudges between hers, encouraging her to spread her legs for him. She gasped as his knee pressed into her core. Seizing this moment, Vinnie slipped his tongue into her mouth, asserting his dominance.

Noelle knew that her actions with Vinnie were morally questionable. She had no intention of revealing their secret, as it would earn her the label of the worst sister of the year. Yet, Vinnie was so intoxicating that she couldn't resist him. She had known about Vinnie's feelings for her since they were children, but societal rules had always been a barrier. Now, the way Vinnie made her feel had her contemplating a future with him.

She moaned as he tugged on her hair, a side of Vinnie she hadn't expected. "Vincent," she moaned softly. He paused from his activities, "Don't call me that," he replied, looking right at her as lightning illuminated the sky and the rain poured down.

She looked up at him, an innocent challenge in her eyes, "Or what?" As she reached up to touch his face, he grabbed her hand. With a gasp, she found herself turned around to face him, her back pressed against the wall. He was careful not to hurt her. Sweeping her hair aside, he whispered into her ear, "Let's find out."

He used his belt to tie her hands behind her as she was pressed against the wall, he then asked her “Can I remove your clothes?” as she nodded. He scoffed saying “Use your words, princess.” she rolled her eyes “Yes please Vinnie.” as she said this he undressed her and started to rub her heat in a circular motion as she threw her head back and moaned in pleasure as she pushes her ass against him. It wasn't long before Vinnie had also undressed "I want you to pleasure me until I reach my cum."

He teased me with the head of his arousal, causing me to shudder and my breathing to grow unsteady. He lavished attention on me, and then without warning, I felt him enter me. I was pinned and helpless, unable to do anything but accept him. His thickness filled me, causing my back to arch as he held my thigh to steady himself. My cries were quiet, shocked at the intensity of the situation. He paused, savoring my response, his lips peppering gentle kisses on my neck and chin. I tensed when he moved, the sensation overwhelming. As he withdrew slightly, my body reacted instinctively, crying out his name, "Vincent!" "Vinnie," he corrected, but I had no time to process his words as he moved again.

His touch stirred me, his hand moving from my thigh to my rear, adjusting my position. My legs wrapped around him as he quickened his rhythm, each withdrawal and thrust more intense than the last. My cries grew more urgent, the intense pleasure leaving me gasping for air. My body responded to him, my euphoria building. He grunted my name, our bodies slick with sweat. "Vincent!" I called out, but he corrected me once more, "Vinnie."

He repeated, "Say it and I'll let you go." His movements quickened, our bodies collided. My legs shook, but I kept them wrapped around him. I matched his rhythm, eliciting grunts from him. "Vinnie," I whimpered, yearning for him to release my hands so I could draw him closer. He looked into my eyes, the intensity of his gaze holding me captive. He let go of my hands, and the rhythm continued, the intensity only he could create. I clenched my muscles, matching his pace. His hands gripped my waist as he murmured into my lips.

Our bodies moved faster, and our lips parted. His head rested in the crook of my neck while he lifted my lower body and continued to thrust. I cried out, a sensation building that would soon release if he continued. "You like that, baby?" He whispered. I could only respond with a roll of my eyes as he filled me again. He was so deep, I felt him in my stomach. My toes curled, my hands clawed at his back as I tried to steady myself. But neither of us cared. We reached our climax together, and we collapsed on the floor. Breathless, I asked, "Where did you learn that?" He smiled and responded, "Porn." I nodded, understanding his solitary pastime. We sat in silence, trying to comprehend the magnitude of what just happened. I began to giggle, then burst into laughter. Vinnie watched me, chuckling softly. "I'm such a bad sister," I finally said.

"I'm such a bad sister," I admitted, my laughter subsiding into a quiet chuckle. Vinnie, however, continued to chuckle, his eyes filled with truth as he looked at me. "You're not bad, Noelle," he said, his voice soft but firm. His hand found mine, giving it a comforting squeeze. "You're human.

We sat in silence again, the gravity of our actions settling in. But there was no regret, just a strange sense of... peace. Maybe it was wrong. Maybe it was right. But in that moment, we were just Vinnie and Noelle.

And as I looked at Vinnie, his bare chest rising and falling with each breath, I realized that sometimes, it's not about right or wrong. It's about the moments that take your breath away, the moments that make you feel alive. And as I lay there in Vinnie's arms, I felt more alive than I ever had. I closed my eyes, letting the silence of the room envelop us, a serene ending to an unexpected night.

[lifeofpriya]

jannik when sending him memes throughout the day-"this reminded me of you" from small but comforting gestures please <3

i feel like this prompt would be so cute & funny with jannik bc hes so chronically offline 😭

PLSSSSS he's such a goofball 😭

Meme Magic

wc: 2.4k

"You're so predictable," you chuckle, scrolling through your phone as you sit in the crowded café. The screen lights up with the latest meme craze, a playful jab at the overconfident gym-goers that always make you laugh. It's a perfect match for Jannik's dry humor. You hit send without a second thought, knowing it'll brighten up his otherwise mundane training day.

Moments later, your phone buzzes with a response. It's him, Jannik. His simple text reads, "Haha, spot on," followed by a string of laughing emojis. The connection you two share is palpable, even when you're miles apart. His rare moments of downtime are often filled with your digital banter, a silent language that's become your love's secret code.

The café's aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the low murmur of conversations meld into the background as you contemplate your following meme selection. You navigate through your collection, pausing on a video of a cat playing a piano. It's ridiculous, but you know Jannik will get a kick out of it. You hit send and watch the loading icon spin, feeling a strange mix of excitement and fondness. It's these little things that keep the spark alive, even when the flame of your relationship is tested by the relentless demands of his tennis career.

Your phone buzzes again, and you eagerly grab it. "Sorry for the lag," Jannik texts, "just finished a killer workout. This was the perfect pick-me-up." His words warm you like a sip of hot chocolate on a cold day. You imagine him in the training facility, towel draped around his neck, sweat glistening on his forehead as he tries to catch his breath. The mundane scene is a stark contrast to the glamour of the courts, but it's the reality of his life, and you're proud to be a part of it.

The day passes in a blur of shared laughter and inside jokes, each meme a thread in the tapestry of your long-distance relationship. You can almost feel the weight of his exhaustion, his muscles screaming from the constant pushing of his limits. Yet, he makes time for you, for this, because it's the little things that keep you both connected.

As the afternoon sun streams through the café windows, casting a warm glow on your laptop screen, you stumble upon an old photo of you two. It's from one of the rare occasions when he wasn't training, a stolen moment at a local fair, both of you grinning ear to ear as you share a funnel cake. The sugary scent of the fried dough still lingers in your memory, making your stomach rumble. You decide to send it to him, a reminder of simpler times and the promise of more to come.

The reply is almost instant. "Miss you," he says, his words a gentle caress in the digital void. You feel a pang in your chest, a mix of happiness and longing. Despite the miles between you, the bond feels as strong as the strings on his racket. You respond with a heart emoji, knowing that words sometimes aren't enough to convey the depth of your feelings.

The café's ambiance shifts, the chatter around you growing louder as the afternoon rush hits. The barista calls out orders with the finesse of a sports announcer, the clinking of cups a symphony of caffeine-fueled productivity. Yet, your world is small, contained within the glow of your phone screen.

You scroll through the archives of your shared moments, each image more precious than the last. There's one of you two at the beach, the sea breeze playing with your hair as you both laugh at the waves.

You tap the send button and wait. The anticipation builds as the message goes through. It's like sending a message in a bottle, hoping it reaches the one person who understands its significance.

This time, his response is slower. The minutes tick by, and the café's sounds grow louder in the silence. The whir of the espresso machine, the clank of silverware, the occasional laughter of the patrons—it all seems to crescendo around you.

Finally, your phone buzzes. "Can't wait to see you soon," Jannik writes, his words bringing a smile to your lips. The beach photo had hit home, reminding him of the stolen moments of joy you two shared. It's not just the memes that keep you connected; it's the shared experiences, the quiet moments when the world outside the bubble of your relationship fades away.

The café's chatter fades into the background again as you continue to scroll through the digital scrapbook of your relationship. Each meme, each text, each photo is a breadcrumb leading back to the heart of what you have together. You realize that even though you're not physically together, your bond is stronger than ever.

Your thumb hovers over the screen, contemplating what to send next. You decide on a gif of a puppy chasing its tail, knowing it'll make him smile. The send button feels like a tiny bridge, spanning the gap between you two. You watch the message soar through the digital ether, carrying with it a piece of your heart.

The minutes stretch out like a tightly pulled rubber band, and you find yourself lost in thought, recalling the first time you met Jannik. It was at a charity event, and you were both equally uncomfortable in the sea of unfamiliar faces. Your eyes had locked on his, a silent acknowledgment of shared awkwardness. You remember the moment like it was yesterday, his shy smile and the way his eyes lit up when you laughed.

As the café's bustle crescendos, you're snapped back to reality by the vibration of your phone. "Thanks for the laughs," Jannik texts, along with a winking emoji. "They're keeping me sane during these never-ending workouts." You can't help but feel a sense of pride that you're the one bringing a smile to his face, a beacon of light in the grueling world of professional sports.

You look around the café, the faces of strangers a blur as you focus on the digital thread connecting you to your partner. The air is thick with the scent of brewing coffee and the sweetness of pastries, but your mind is with him, in the antiseptic-scented training room where he grinds through his daily routine. You wonder how he finds the strength to keep going, to push beyond his limits day after day.

Suddenly, your phone chimes with an incoming call. It's him, the name on the screen bringing a flush to your cheeks. You answer, and the sound of his voice is like a cool breeze, a sudden relief from the café's stuffiness. "Hey," he says, his tone warm and tired. "I had a break between sessions and I just had to hear your voice."

You can almost feel the weight of his training day lifting as you chat, his voice growing more animated as you recount the mundane details of your own day. The café's background noise fades away as you become lost in his world of serves and volleys, his passion for the sport evident in every word.

"So, how's the book you're reading?" he asks, his curiosity genuine despite the exhaustion seeping through the line. You're surprised he remembers, but then again, he's always had a knack for the little things. You tell him about the plot twist you never saw coming, and he listens intently, his occasional laughter echoing in your ear like music.

The call is a welcome reprieve from the solitary scroll through social media, a chance to hear his voice, to feel his presence. You can almost see his eyes light up with interest as you discuss the book's protagonist, the parallels to his own life on the tennis tour. You share a moment of silent understanding, the kind that comes from knowing someone so well that words aren't always necessary.

"I've got to get back," he says, his voice tinged with regret. "But I'll be thinking of you." Before you can respond, he's gone, leaving you with the echo of his voice and the cold metal of the phone against your cheek. You realize with a start that you've been smiling the entire time, lost in the sound of his voice.

You sigh, slipping the phone back into your pocket. The café's sounds rush back in, the symphony of coffee cups and laughter feeling a little less lonely. You decide to stay a while longer, ordering another drink to savor the lingering warmth of your conversation. The barista nods with a knowing smile, the silent witness to your daily ritual.

As you sip your drink, you can't help but feel a renewed sense of purpose. You're not just sending memes; you're providing a lifeline to a world outside the relentless grind of his training. You're the reminder of why he fights so hard, why he endures the pain and the pressure. You're his escape, his normalcy in a life that's anything but.

With a newfound energy, you resume your meme sending. This time, you choose one that perfectly encapsulates the absurdity of your situation: a cartoon character juggling flaming torches with the caption, "When you're trying to balance love and a professional tennis career." You hit send and watch the message shoot off into the digital void, a silent confession of the juggling act that is your relationship.

A few moments later, your phone lights up with his reply. "Story of my life," he says, accompanied by a crying-laughing emoji. You know he's feeling the weight of his next match, the expectations of his coaches and fans heavy on his shoulders. But in this small interaction, you've managed to alleviate it, if only for a moment.

You lean back in your chair, the cushion sighing beneath you, and consider the gravity of what you do. It's not just about the memes; it's about being there for him in the ways that matter. You're his confidant, his cheerleader, his anchor in the storm of fame and competition.

As you scroll through your feed, you come across a meme that's so Jannik it's almost eerie. It's a picture of a cat in a tuxedo, holding a tennis racket with the caption, "When you're so fancy, even your workout gear has to match." You laugh out loud, the sound echoing in the café. The barista glances over with a smile, and you wonder if they know about the world-class athlete on the other end of your screen.

You hit send, and the message zooms away. The anticipation is like waiting for the perfect serve, the moment of suspense before the point is scored. The phone buzzes again, and this time it's a photo from Jannik. It's a selfie, taken in the locker room mirror. He's wearing his training gear, but he's accessorized it with a pair of sunglasses that are definitely not regulation. The message reads, "I see your fancy cat and raise you one cool Sinner."

You laugh out loud, drawing a few curious glances from the café patrons. The sound feels good, a release of the tension that's been building as you juggle your own life with the demands of his. The meme war has become a part of your daily routine, a silent battle of wit and love that you both cherish.

You decide to up the ante. You scroll through your collection and find a masterpiece: a meme of a dog playing tennis, the ball bouncing off its nose in a perfect parody of Jannik's fierce serves. You add the caption, "When you're so good, you don't even need paws to play," and hit send. The message zips away, a digital declaration of your support and playfulness.

The response is swift. "Now that's the kind of competition I can handle," Jannik texts back with a smiley face. His sense of humor is one of the many things you adore about him. It's what keeps the two of you afloat amidst the chaos of his career and the vast ocean of your long-distance relationship.

The café's ambiance shifts again as the afternoon turns to evening. The scent of freshly baked cookies fills the air, mingling with the lingering aroma of coffee. The light outside fades to a soft orange hue, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. You're lost in your thoughts, smiling at the image of Jannik's face when he reads your latest meme.

Your phone buzzes once more. "Got to go," he says. "Big match tomorrow. Thanks for keeping me sane." His message is followed by a heart emoji, simple yet significant. You know the pressure he's under, the sleepless nights and the endless hours of training. Yet, he makes time for you, for this digital connection that somehow feels more tangible than the distance that separates you.

With a sigh, you look out the café window. The sun is setting, casting long shadows over the bustling street. The world outside seems so far away from the intimate bubble you've created with your phone. You feel a strange mix of pride and anxiety. Proud that you can be there for him, anxious for the match that looms on the horizon.

You text back, "Good luck tomorrow," followed by a string of crossed fingers and tennis ball emojis. It's your silent cheer, a digital good luck charm that you hope will reach him in the solitude of his hotel room. You know he appreciates it, even if he's too tired to respond with more than a thumbs-up.

The café's lights dim slightly, signaling the approach of closing time. You gather your things, the warmth of the laptop and the phone a stark contrast to the cool evening air that greets you outside. As you step onto the sidewalk, you catch the distant sound of a tennis ball bouncing on concrete, a reminder of the world Jannik is immersed in.

The city's pulse beats around you, a symphony of honking cars and chattering pedestrians. You miss the rhythm of his life, the predictable routine of his training days. You miss the smell of freshly cut grass and the thwack of rackets that echoed through the stadiums you'd visited together. But here you are, in this bustling urban jungle, sending him memes and sharing laughs across the vast digital divide.

As you walk home, the streetlights flicker on, casting a warm glow over the sidewalk. Your mind wanders to the upcoming match. You've seen the highlights of his games, the way his forehand slices through the air with the precision of a fighter pilot, the way his backhand sends opponents reeling. But tonight, you won't be in the stands, your voice lost in the sea of cheers. Instead, you'll be watching from your couch, phone in hand, ready to send a flood of supportive emojis and love-filled messages.