#men's floor exercise

[dinosaurwithablog]

Carlos Edriel Yulo just won the gold in men's floor exercise!!! This is the first time that the Phillipines has ever won this honor.🏅 what a fantastic routine Carlos did to win the gold!!!! Congratulations, Carlos!! Brilliant performance!! He knew he had it at the end of his routine. His smile says it all!! I'm very happy for Carlos and the Philippines!! But my heart is making me say.... let's go USA!!!

[olympianhotties]

Carlos Yulo - Philippines - Gymnastics

[seaofolives]

FUCK ISRAEL MABUHAY ANG PILIPINAS!!!!!!! 🥇🇵🇭🥇🇵🇭🥇🇵🇭🥇🇵🇭🥇🇵🇭🥇🇵🇭🥇

[capetowncapers]

There is no chill and cool way to say “if you prescribe me a low dose of something for anxiety, a pap smear will be vastly less uncomfortable for everyone involved” without providers thinking you’re seeking drugs (and honestly? Yes I’m seeking a safe amount of a prescription drug to use once in the proper setting and then be done with?) but me almost passing out during my first pap scared the nurse practitioner pretty badly too so….

[jellylimbs]

holy hell 1:24

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[dinosaurwithablog]

Now, that's the way to stick the landing!!! Way to go, Carlos Edriel Yulo!! This was part of the routine that won him and the Phillipines their first gold medal in men's floor exercise at the Olympics!! He did sooooooo well. Congratulations 🎊

[glennethph]

Congratulations Carlos Yulo! First Gold Medal in the 2024 Paris Olympics, 2nd ever after Hidilyn Diaz won in Tokyo!

[angelbby555]

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Summary: The admiral's daughter is teasing Bradley about his push-up game. But once he does the push-ups with you sitting on his back, you are left speechless.

Word count: 900

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"Do you call that a push-up?" You mused, staring down at the back of Bradley's head. The plan was to go eat lunch with your father Tom Kazansky but somehow you ended up outside in the tarmac watching pilots do push ups.

Your golden excuse? Wanting to greet Hondo and admire the cool aircraft. The truth? You had a thing for Bradley Bradshaw's massive arms. The curve of his bicep was absolutely gorgeous. It should have been illegal the amount of time you dreamt about sinking your teeth into his arm.

As a little girl it was okay for you to think the base was your personal playground, running around asking officers for piggy back rides. Now you were older and knew better. Your father told you to treat the men with the utmost respect, and not to mess around with any of them like GI Joe's.

You followed the rules but Bradley was the one guy you itched to play with. There was so much to love about him. Bradley was nice, attractive, funny and a shameless flirt. Wasn't afraid to put the moves on the Admirals daughter like the rest.

"I've seen little girls do more push-ups than you."

Bradley let out a breathy laugh. Beads of sweat were falling off his forehead to the concrete, while he pushed through the exercise.

"Really? Because I don't see you doing any."

The only part of you he could see was your low-top converse. He would kill for a glimpse of you in your small sundress, but Bradley would hate to face you when he was ready to collapse.

"I would, except I don't want to." You stretched a leg out behind you. In the corner of your eyes you caught a glimpse of how scrumptious his shoulder blades looked, strained against his black t-shirt. Lord have mercy. "Plus I would hate for you to get embarrassed by someone wearing a dress."

Bradley was pissed you hadn't seen him earlier breeze past his first round of 500 push ups. In his second round, he was slower, sweatier, and sloppy. The only motivation was to last until you left. But you didn't look like you were moving any time soon, enjoying front row of his struggle.

"Down 460"

"I didn't know we were doing yoga today. Nice plank bro."

It was certain that you wouldn't be saying this around your father.

"Down 470."

"Are you working out or massaging the floor?"

A few chuckles, even Hondo smirked

"Down 480."

"Damn with that form, the floors gonna start pressing you." You had jokes Bradley would give you that. But he had ambitions. And he really wanted to impress a pretty girl and get her to shut her mouth.

"Get on my back, and I'll show you some real push ups."

You blinked "Please your chicken arms would snap."

"Why don't you get on and find out?" His voice was strained but cocky, earning a round of ‘oohs’ from Hangman and Coyote.

That's when Bernie spoke up on Bradley's behalf. "Alright since Rooster wants to show off. Let have him take the final 10 home."

Instantly Hangman and Coyote dropped all their weight to the tarmac once Hondo had let them off. Bradley tapped your shoes with his hand. Which he instantly regretted since he was about to topple over

"Get on." Bradley voice was firm.

"Okay." You put your hands up in defense and took a step forward. Suddenly you were feeling a bit shy at the proximity. But if Hondo insisted, that's fine by you.

You lowered yourself down and smoothed your skirt out before you sat sideways on his back. You were barely putting any weight on him, hesitant.

"Nu uh pretty girl, properly." His voice left no room for argument. Your stomach flipped as you stood back up, then straddled him properly. Then you sat right down putting all your weight on Bradley. But to your surprised his spine didn't sink down and he kept his firm posture.

"Bradley you dont-"

"Down 490."

Hondo cut you off and Bradley was lowering himself on the ground making your shriek. Bradley wasn't shaking, his form was perfect and stable as he raised back up.

"Down 491."

To say you were impressed was an understatement, your pupils were definitely dilated.

"Down 492."

Being on top of Bradley felt like riding a carousel, his back lifting you in smooth, controlled motions.

"Down 493."

At this point you weren't sure if it was Bradley's soaked shirt that had you wet or your own arousal.

He didn't shudder once doing clean push ups like he wasn't tired. Your hands wandered on his back and when your hand brushed against his shoulder you let out a small gasp from how hard his muscle was.

The two exhausted boys on the floor were rooting for Bradley and you were internally as well.

"And Down 500."

Bradley didn’t stop. Just for good measure, he gave you five more.

You scrambled off him as soon as he was done, pulse racing. That might’ve been the hottest thing you’d ever seen in your entire life. And worst of all? You were pretty sure he could’ve done twenty more.

Hangman, Coyote and Hondo were all whooping and cheering for Bradley.

Bradley pushed himself onto shaky legs, his palms stinging, his body aching. But he still had that award-winning grin on his face.

"Not to bad for chicken arms huh?"

Iceman definitely had Bradley's ass, once he found out about this.

[unintentionalseductress]

I saw this tiktok video a looong time ago with these two women firefighters who have toned bodies and it got me thinking of a scenario with the l&ds boys.

Imagine MC/Reader fighting some wanderes or working out at the Hunters training center and Tara or some civilian noticed just how well tone she is and decide to make a post or video about her. Now MC/Reader is know as the "Hot Hunter"

I would love to see the boys reaction to MC/Reader new found attention and all the horny comments she is getting.

Hot Hunter

Warnings: mild boner descriptions, some grinding and twerking, suggestive dialogue, mostly harmless A/n: Thank you so much for sending this in @deputy-videogamer! It was fun imagining the men's reactions to this scenario. Hope you enjoy this! Just an FYI this was combined with another similar request for Zayne getting hard at the gym for MC. Not really proofread.

You carefully set up your camera and peeked at the screen one last time before picking up a pair of weights off the rack. Although working out was mostly necessary because of your job, it was more bearable now that you had a buddy.

You glance over at Zayne, who's flexing his shoulders, having finished a set on the chin-up bar. He catches your eye, his lips forming a subtle smile before he grabs the bar and lifts himself up again. You allow yourself a brief moment of indulgence, admiring how the fabric scrunches over his broad shoulders before returning to your own workout.

You're live now and already have viewers coming in. Tara insisted that posting hunter workouts was a great way to get audience engagement since many people are focusing on their health nowadays. You demonstrated some basic exercises and how to position the weights, correcting your form as you did so.

Sweat forms on your forehead as you go through the motions, your toned muscles tightening under the skin as you curl and relax. After a few sets, you decide squats are in order. You replace the dumbells and instead, pick up a heavier kettlebell. Turning so that your audience could clearly see your form and how you were adjusting your feet, you bend, feeling your thigh muscles stretch, and your ass tensing as you went down before slowly coming back up. Suddenly there’s a surge in the audience, the numbers rising up and the phone starts to ping continuously as comments flood the live stream. 

Wondering what could have happened, you’re about to get up but are spared as out of nowhere, Zayne suddenly snatches up your phone. His sharp eyes scan the screen, and there’s tension in the set of his mouth as he reads the comments.

“Zayne?” You ask from the floor, still squatting. He makes his way over to you. 

“Is there a reason you’re recording your workout?” Zayne asks, his eyes still moving over the screen. 

“Oh Tara suggested it. We get a lot of questions about our work out routine since we’re hunters. Why?”

“Well…it appears you may have gotten some…raunchy comments.” 

“What? No way!” Your eyes widen. “What are they saying?”

Zayne’s eyes flick uncertainly to your face before he clears his throat. “Well. Most of them seem to have a fruit.”

“A fruit?”

“A peach, to be precise.” A snort of laughter forces its way from your body. 

“Are you serious? There’s no way!” Zayne resignedly shows you the comments and indeed, every other one seemed to be the peach emoji.

“That hunter ass.” You’re amused as you read another one. “Hunter got the buns and the bakery. Look at that cake. Hunter workouts: the key to having a juicy peach.” The comments keep pouring in, and Zayne’s eyes darken as they get progressively thirstier. One in particular, coming from an anonymous commenter, said, “you can squat on my face miss hunter.” With a huff, Zayne ends the livestream. 

“Hey!” You protest as he pockets the device. “It was starting to get good.”

“I see. So lewd compliments about your rear are ‘good’.” Zayne’s eyes have a glint in them, and sulking, you stand, all motivation for your workout disappearing like rain. 

“I don’t see why those comments had to be so inappropriate.” Zayne bites out as he crosses his arms disprovingly. 

“It’s the internet.” You grumble as you start to put the weights back on the rack. “Who’s polite on the internet?” You back up and bump into a sturdy wall of muscle. Before you can register what’s happening, Zayne’s deep voice growls in your ear. 

“Have I not complimented you enough? Why are you looking for validation from strangers?” Caged between the rack and his body, you squirm, your ass inadvertently brushing against the junction of his thighs. Instantly, you feel him hardening, the warm, firmness of his cock pushing up invitingly against your bottom. 

“Well Dr. Zayne, it looks like you were saving your best compliment for last,” you tease and innocently reach down to pick up a lighter weight, your bottom rubbing provocatively against his erection as you bend over and straighten. You stifle a giggle as Zayne spins you around, biting your lip and looking at him with mischievous eyes. Zayne's hands tighten on your hips.

“This ‘cake’ belongs exclusively to me. We’ve worked out enough. I need to raise my sugar levels."

Rafayel didn’t like working out. He made this very obvious as he grumbled during your daily jog. It’s been 10 minutes and his cheeks are red, locks of his hair out of place, and plastered to his forehead with sweat. His breath comes in pants as he tries to keep up with you. 

“For being my bodyguard, you seem to always find new ways to kill me!” You look back over your shoulder and see him starting to slow down. Taking pity on him, you run in place and allow him to catch up. When he does, Rafayel moans and leans against a tree. “Are we done yet? This is torture!” 

You check your phone and try not to laugh at his state. “This is hardly anything Raf. We still have 2 miles to go.”

“2 miles?!” Rafayel crosses his arms and shakes his head no. “I refuse to believe it. You’re just saying that to trick me into running more than what was promised!”

Rolling your eyes but still amused, you playfully poke his ribs. “I’m really not. C’mon it’s a beautiful day out! We’re getting all this fresh air and enjoying all the greenery-”

“Fresh and green is for bunnies! I’m exhausted. Just let me rest ok?” He drinks from his water bottle and you wait patiently for him, stretching as he does so. Two men who had been sprinting briskly around the path when you had started now slow down as they near. They glance appreciatively at you, grinning at Rafayel. 

“You can run this round with us if you want. Let your friend rest.” One of them says sportingly, glancing at Rafayel’s disheveled state. Rafayel bristles at the implication. 

“Hey! I was just catching my breath!”

“Of course you were!” The other man interjects quickly, trying to quell Rafayel’s ire. “You just looked like you could use the break. She looks like she has a lot of energy! Could run this whole trail before either of us make it to the halfway mark.”

Noticing the ominous shadow starting to grow on his face, you laugh, trying to dispel the tension. “Thanks. But I’m taking a break too. This was probably going to be my last mile.”

“Really?” The first man looks surprised. “With the way you were going, I thought you were going for at least 2 more. Are you a marathoner?”

You shake your head politely. “Hunter.”

“Oh! No wonder!” Both men smile dazzlingly. “Obviously hunters have to stay in good shape!”

“We do,” you say lightly, pretending to ignore Rafayel glowering behind you. “It’s a very physically demanding job.”

“Yeah,” Rafayel pipes up suddenly. “And she has very little time to herself. So we have to get going if it’s not too much trouble.”

Understanding the hint, the men nod at Rafayel. “Well enjoy your weekend then! Feel free to join us if you change your mind.” They run off and Rafayel glares at them. 

“Feel free to join us,” he says in a mocking tone as he watches them sprint away. “We’re never coming back to this park again.��

“Oh Rafayel, they were just being friendly.” You start to power walk and Rafayel follows suit. 

“No they weren’t! Didn’t you hear them? Let your friend rest. You look like you have a lot of energy! They were totally hitting on you!” You snort at his tone because he sounded so adorable right now.

“There’s nothing funny about strange men trying to hit on my girl. You’re already thinking of leaving me aren’t you?” Rafayel pouts, and you stop in your tracks before you fall over laughing. Cupping his sulky face between your hands, you quickly peck him on the lips, catching him off guard, because he’s blushing when you move away.

“I’d never leave you Raf. My breathless little fishball.”

“You can’t just insult me to my face and think it’s all ok!”

“Oh, so many people stitched my workout videos!” You’re lazing on Sylus’s lap as he works out the knots in your shoulders from your most recent sparring session. You wince as he squeezes a tender spot. 

“Ouch.”

“Ouch? What happened to no pain no gain?” Sylus teases you. 

“It doesn’t always have to hurt.” You absently open a random stitch notification and watch as a burly, muscled, man talks into the camera while holding a plank. 

“Ok Miss Hunter! You said you can plank for 10 minutes no sweat! I’m gonna beat that record!” The man on the screen balances himself and the timer on the video starts. The sound of his heavy breathing fills the room and Sylus raises an eyebrow. 

“Sweetie, you know you can tell me if you’re watching adult videos right?” You pinch his thigh, satisfied when he twitches.

“No need to get defensive.” His hands wander to your lower back and he continues to massage you. You watch the video intently. The man who had stitched your video was already starting to lose balance; his forearms were quivering from the effort. The timer continues counting, but right at the eight-minute mark the man groans and breaks position. He laughs and winks at the camera. 

“Maybe you should give me a private lesson Miss Hunter!” he says jokingly before the video ends. The comments section is filled with comedic jabs at the man, saying he better last longer than that in other aspects.

“Pathetic,” Sylus murmurs and you startle, unaware that he had been looking at your phone. 

“It’s hard to plank Sylus.” You say discipliningly. “It took me 6 whole months before I could hold for 10 minutes.” 

Sylus doesn’t reply but his hands still as you open another stitch. A man giving off jock vibes fills the screen. “Ok! Miss Hunter said she could complete this whole circuit in 12 minutes! I’ve set up my workspace exactly the same way. If I beat her time, then I’ll ask her out to dinner! Wish me luck guys!” You watch in amusement as the guy starts his workout, puffing and grunting as he does so. 

He was behind 2 phases when the timer rang and he stopped, flopping to the floor. “Whoo! This kicked my ass! Looks like I didn’t beat her time. But hey, maybe Miss Hunter will take pity on me and ask me out herself?”

Your notifications ping suddenly and you check them, surprised to see Sylus’s name popping up several times. “What are you doing?” You open one of your workout videos, then stifle a laugh as you see the replies Sylus has been giving to the commenters.

“You’re too fine to be working out alone.” Sylus: “Oh, don’t worry. She’s got me right there to spot her.”

“Are you a fitness trainer? Because you’ve got me wanting to follow your every move.”Sylus: “She’s not taking clients, but I’m sure a good mirror could help you with that ‘following her every move’ thing.”

“You’re perfect. The body, the confidence, the vibes—everything!”Sylus: “As her boyfriend, I agree!” 

You’re way too beautiful to be single.”Sylus: “Good observation. She’s not.”

Exasperated but also entertained, you straddle Sylus’s lap, nuzzling into him like a cat. “Is the big, bad leader of Onychinus jealous of some strangers on the internet?”

“Not at all kitten. But I think it’s fair to warn them that my gains aren’t always necessarily in the gym.”

Tara holds her phone up as she captures you demonstrating how to effectively use a punching. You perform some basic karate moves, the slaps of your hands and feet kicking the bag filling the gym at the Hunter’s Association. 

“Wow! These comments are so nice!” Tara encourages you as you wipe sweat from your brow. 

“Are they?”

“Yeah! This one lady is saying you’re inspiring her to workout again! Another one says your arms look so sleek and toned! AND!” Tara practically squeals with delight. “This one guy is asking if you do personal training sessions!”

Tara giggles and winks at you. “Maybe you should quit your job and become a fitness instructor instead!” As she continues to film you, more comments flood the inbox, some questions, others compliments. 

“This is the hot hunter I was telling you about! And he’s tagging his friend!” Tara can barely control her enthusiasm. You’re trending everywhere are #hothunter!”

“Who’s calling her a hot hunter?” Out of nowhere, Xavier steps in leaning over Tara’s shoulder to watch the screen. His eyes darken at the comments.

“Xavier!” Tara quickly puts the phone away, looking shocked. “I wasn’t expecting you to turn up.”

“Who’s calling her a hot hunter?” Xavier repeats. His tone is light but you can see the beginnings of a threatening spirit starting to take hold of him. 

“No one! Just…some random person on the internet, it’s nothing serious! I mean, as her boyfriend, you have nothing to worry about!” Tara rambles, clearly sensing the ominous cloud hanging over Xavier’s head. Xavier reaches out to angle the phone and reads the influx of new comments. Tara glances over at you awkwardly, unable to break free from Xavier’s grip. 

After a long moment, Xavier releases the phone and then walks over to the punching bag you’d been demonstrating on. More pings resonate from the phone as more comments come on the screen. “Don’t stop now,” Xavier prompts Tara who looks apprehensive. “Please. Tell me what they’re saying.”

You look at Xavier tentatively and reach out to hold his hand. “Xavier. It’s just people on the internet posting comments. Everyone hopes for engagement nowadays right?”

Xavier doesn’t reply and continues to fix Tara with a stern look. Swallowing, she reads a few comments. “Who’s the guy that just walked in? He’s hot.” She glances nervously at Xavier. 

“Continue.”

“Is the new guy a hunter? Is he the hot hunter’s boyfriend? Is Mr. Hunter going to show us some workout moves too?”

“Hmm.” Xavier considers, then looks directly into the camera. “Greetings everyone. To answer your questions, yes, I’m a hunter too. I’m the hot hunter’s mission partner and boyfriend.” Your cheeks heat up and you push Xavier, trying to get him to cool off.

“I do have a move I’d like to show everyone watching.” Xavier continues to speak, unfazed by your subtle gestures for him to stop. He catches your hand and gently leads you away from the punching bag. He withdraws his hunter’s sword from its sheath, and it gleams under the lights as he does so. 

“Hunters are trained to disarm threats as quickly as possible. Advanced weapons like my sword here are very effective.” Swiftly, Xavier raises his arm, and in one neat swipe, cleaves the punching bag into 2. Stuffing falls like cottony blood from the tear. Xavier brandishes his sword at the phone.

“That’s what happens when I try to protect my girlfriend. Pretty cool huh?” There’s a smile on Xavier’s face that’s charming, yet somehow menacing at the same time. For a brief second, the comments section goes silent. Then it starts bursting with fresh words.

“I want him as a boyfriend! So possessive I love it! Can Mr. Hunter possibly make more videos with the hot hunter?” You read them in your head and sigh.

“Well Xavier, you’ll probably be trending this week as #mrhunter.” You let out a startled gasp as Xavier firmly grips your upper arm and leads you away from the gym. 

“Good. The fewer eyes on you the better.”

© unintentionalseductress original work | no copying, plagiarizing or translating

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[tbaluver]

Can I ask for the Space boys swap bodies with MC? 😂

Swapping Bodies With Them- The Love And DeepSpace Men

parings in order: Xavier x fem! Reader, Zayne x fem! Reader, Rafayel x fem! Reader, Sylus x fem! Reader genre/tags: suggestive content below, silly, fem! masturbation a/n: hihi anonnies! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ i lovee the idea of swapping bodies it's such a silly idea like if i swap bodies with any them i would've started swinging it around til i started flying anyways i hope this was alright ! enjoy reading ! (ෆ˙��˙ෆ)♡

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Xavier:

He would have to teach you how to use his evol correctly since you almost flash banged the both of you.

Your poor pussy. He’d have your pussy throbbing from constantly touching himself in your body. He’d get dizzy from the amount of rounds he’s done. The amount of orgasms he’s reached was like a euphoric electric shock throughout your body and it was so addicting.

Xavier would definitely randomly hold your boobs just because he likes the feeling of them. He hates wearing bras and wants your girls to be free.

Once you swap bodies back, you’re going to have to deal with stomach pains and unexpected trips to the bathroom. During his time in your body, Xavier made and ate some of his questionable food combinations and your system wasn’t used to that.

Zayne:

He’s relieved that the person he’s switched bodies is someone that he can trust and someone that he loves. Almost ends up calling the hospital on your phone to call out of work for a couple days. He doesn’t want you to stress out with the workload he deals with while you’re in his body.

Zayne is most definitely taking advantage of this to take care of your health. He’s making sure you’re getting all the nutritious meals that you have been ignoring from him and that you’re getting the right amount of sleep and the right amount of exercise.

Y'know how we casually just grab out boobs randomly? Zayne would definitely do that with yours when you swap bodies and he loves it. He would casually knead one of your breasts or just casually hold it while he reads his patient report. Also gently squeeze it as if it’s a stress ball.

Rafayel:

He took so many cute photos of him in your body. He even went through your shared closet and tried on so many of your outfits and did a little spin in the mirror. Creates cute outfits for you and adds items to his shopping cart for you to wear when you switch bodies again. He even tries all your makeup and just casually did your eyeshadow and your eyeliner wings so perfectly.

He’s obviously going to get curious and play with your pussy. “cutie why does it take soooo long to finish. no wonder you need me. it only takes a minute when i’m in you.”

He would be so flattered when he sees himself in your body and your body is just immediately soaked. He didn’t know it would just be that easy.

He would get SO flustered when you pin him down or tease him in his body. He wasn’t used to being in your height and the size difference but he’s not complaining.

Sylus:

Big. Every inch of him is just big. So waking up in the morning with you in his body can be a little overwhelming especially knowing you got a third arm that drags to the floor in between your legs.

He doesn’t remember ever being this short in a long time so seeing you in his body, he can understand why he can be overwhelming.

He would get curious. His hands would roll upwards up to your breasts, rolling your nipples and kneading them. Then he would lower your hands to your ass, gently pinching them and he would notice the pool in your panties. “Ah, I see why you react that way when I do this to you sweetie.”

If you two were away when you two swapped bodies, he’d take your body out to a nice spa to have your body relaxed and taken care of. He'll also get your nails or hair taken care of while he's out.

[crisuhaa]

all in the name of a glance . . ! ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚

.・゜゜・ amphoreus men x gn!reader . . !

sypnosis things amphoreus men—(anaxagoras, mydeimos, phainon) do to gain your sweet attention!

warnings;; slight ooc chars(??), them being a little stupid (TT), slightly dense reader :3 semi pre-established relationships <3

౨ৎ— anaxagoras . . !

Anaxagoras had always been a direct person, he thrived on being straightforward and catching his students off guard.

So, why—why? Does that not apply with you? Why does he hesitate on making a move to have you talking again?

“ehem..” he coughed out, holding his papers whilst he sat in his desk—with you sitting on the couch across the room doing who knows what.

“cough.. eurghh.. EHEM..” he gargled out, a concerning noise actually—looking up from his papers to look at you, you must've noticed by now, right? Right..?

“oh for the love of cerces..” he grumbled out in frustration, the Titan of Reasons name leaving his lips, now that got your attention.

“naxa? you okay?” they *finally* looked up at him, letting go of the random object they were fiddling with.

He deadpanned, letting go of the papers he was grading “are you serious? Like actually?”

“what?.” they tilted their head, confused as to what went into his head THIS time. “after all my attempts of..”

“attempts of?.” they blinked, standing up to walk to his desk. “attempts of drifting your.. gaze towards me.. Cerces is what gains your attention?” he grumbled out, earning a soft chuckle from you.

“ah? You wanted my attention didn't you?” they laughed once more, cupping his cheeks. “mhh.. I'm paying attention now, naxa.”

“good, see it that you do all the time.”

౨ৎ — mydeimos . . !

Mydei wasn't one to ask of anything involving you doing something—not when he could do it himself while you just sit there all relaxed for him.

Cleaning? He's doing it for you to the point where the house is sparkling. Running errands? He already got your schedule down to a T just to do your errands. Cooking? He's already ready to wake you up with breakfast.

In summary, he'd never ask anything of you—never, even if he wanted one thing. Your attention, of course. But how does he ask for it? Well.

“one, two.. three, four.” he mumbled, doing push ups on the floor, right in front of you while you read your book.

He slightly grumbled, in the middle aged women he talked to (for advice), they say a way to a loved ones heart was strenght.

What better way to show strenght than to do as many push ups as he could to prove himself to you? Was it a good idea? Probably not!

“twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five..” he continued, pushing his body upward and downward in inhumane speed, pushing his body to its limits.

“three hundred and fifty two, three hundred and fifty three, three hundred and—” he collapsed on the floor, out of exhaustion. Yet it STILL didn't get your attention, what more do you want?!

Instead, he gave up, standing up to sit next to you—hair messy with sweat sticking onto him. “finally done, de?” they smiled, looking at him.

“done with what?.” he blinked, looking a little more than happy to have your attention, finally. “your exercise, I've been wanting to hang out with you.”

They say a way to a loved ones heart is by strength, but his loved one only wanted his attention, much like he did with them.

౨ৎ — phainon . . !

Phainon adored healers, not just any healer—his (self-proclaimed) healer that he met through Hyacine.

The moment Hyacine introduced them since she was too busy to heal him at the moment—he was WHIPPED.

Who knew Amphoreus had someone this adorable? He didn't, and he should've! And now that he does know, what does he do?

Operation make-pretty-nurse-fall-for-phainon plan is on the go! And how does he plan on doing it? Simple! Get hurt as many times as possible!

“(name)..” he whined out, walking to their office like a kicked puppy “phainon? again?” they let out a soft sigh, gesturing to the seat for him.

“being a hero isn't easy, huh? haha..” he smiled, showing his barely scraped arm

“it's not that bad, you could've done this yourself.” they hummed, taking out the needed supplies—oblivious to the betrayal on his face

“and risk getting an Infection? I'm wounded!” he huffed, looking at them with soft eyes. “mhh.. Yeah, yeah. Stay still.”

And so he did, he kept silent, staring at them whilst they work on his wound—they're so close, right where he adored it.

“if I didn't know any better, I would've thought you're doing this on purpose to have my attention.” they laughed softly, meeting his eyes—expecting him to chuckle and look away.

But he didn't, instead he looked at them dead in the eye with a serious tone “and if I was, is it working?” he mumbled out.

“just a little.” they smiled in amusement, finishing up the bandage and pulling away. “are you?”

He smiled softly, standing up to face them once more—“I am.”

Safe to say operation make-pretty-nurse-fall-for-phainon was a huge success.

authors note;; i think ts was OKAY. I think,?? TT BUTTTT it's clear I love amphoreus men but I'll make ones of the women as well!! :33

౨ৎ — crisuhaa works . . !

[midnight-shadow-cafe]

imagining the 141 men letting you practice mock-exams on them while pursuing a medical degree, johnny would not be able to stay serious, simon would just sit there but not answer any of the questions, but i think john and kyle would be the perfect patients just happy to help you

Mock Exams

Pairing: Poly!141 x Reader

Warnings: Academic stress, light teasing, shirtless boys, affectionate banter, domestic intimacy, Soap being unhinged, comforting Price

Author’s Note: For every tired med student who’s ever begged their partner to let them check reflexes or palpate lymph nodes. The 141 are here for you—with varying degrees of helpfulness.

Summary: With OSCEs fast approaching, you need real humans to practice your mock exams on. Luckily, the 141 boys are more than willing to help—with varying degrees of seriousness.

Masterlist

MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+

The living room looked like a crime scene if the victim had died under a pile of flashcards and highlighters. Notes, textbooks, and anatomy diagrams were sprawled across the couch, floor, and coffee table. Your stethoscope dangled from your neck like a noose. You hadn’t seen sunlight in three days.

And somehow, you had four of the most elite military operatives in the world sitting in a semicircle around you, waiting to play pretend.

"You all promised you'd take this seriously," you said, attempting to muster some authority, despite the fact that your hair was frizzing out of your bun and your scrub top was definitely inside-out.

Johnny raised a hand. "Scout’s honor."

"You weren’t a Scout."

"Aye, but I knew a guy who sold their cookies."

You pinched the bridge of your nose. "Johnny, sit."

He leapt onto the armchair like it was a throne, peeling his shirt off with dramatic flair and slouching with his legs wide, covered in tattoos and smugness.

"Right then, Doc. Diagnose me with whatever makes you touch me the most."

You didn’t even look up. "Chief complaint?"

He grinned. "Burnin’ chest pain. Probably heartbreak. Can’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout you."

From the couch, Simon groaned audibly. "This is gonna be a long night."

You continued as if Johnny hadn’t spoken. You took his pulse—elevated, but that was probably because he kept laughing. When you asked him to breathe in and out, he dramatically puffed his cheeks.

When you tapped on his abdomen, he made exaggerated fart noises.

You stood up straight. "You’re impossible."

He shrugged. "But hot."

"Next."

Simon stood without a word, towering in front of you with his mask still on. He sat in the chair like a silent shadow, posture perfect, arms folded.

You cleared your throat. "Can you tell me what brings you in today?"

Silence.

"Simon?"

His eyes blinked once.

"...Are you gonna say anything?"

He slowly turned his head and gave you a look that said, you brought this on yourself.

Fine. You adjusted your stethoscope and started taking vitals. His heart rate was slow and steady. His breathing was controlled. He didn’t even flinch when you palpated lymph nodes or checked his reflexes.

"Can I at least get a fake cough?"

Nothing.

You sighed. "You're healthy, quiet, and emotionally repressed. Go sit down."

Kyle stood up next, hoodie already halfway off as he walked to you with an easy grin.

"Chest pain post-exercise. No radiation, non-pleuritic," he recited like a script.

You blinked. "Have you been reading my study guide?"

"Maybe." He winked and took the chair, posture relaxed. "What can I say? I like helping you out."

He was a perfect patient. He answered every question with textbook clarity, allowed you to guide his movements through the exam, and even asked you mock follow-ups like he was the examiner.

When you palpated his chest, he looked at you like you hung the moon.

"You’re really good at this," he said quietly. "I’d trust you to treat me for real."

Your fingers paused. You looked up, caught in the soft warmth in his eyes, and felt your chest tug.

"Thanks, Kyle."

He grinned. "Now go make Johnny redo his whole exam. That was a disaster."

Last up was John.

He’d been watching you the entire time from the couch, a book in his lap and a steady gaze on your every movement.

"You ready for me, love?"

You nodded. "Always."

He peeled off his Henley with the efficiency of a man who’d been through a hundred medicals before. His chest was broad, scarred, a map of stories he never spoke about. But his eyes never left yours.

"Any complaints?"

"Just a bit of tension. Probably from worrying about you burning yourself out."

You bit your lip, focusing on your stethoscope. As you pressed it to his chest, he inhaled deeply, his body calm beneath your touch.

"You’ve been up late every night this week," he said softly.

"That’s what med school is."

"You’ve got to give yourself a break, sweetheart."

You checked his reflexes. "I will. After this."

When the exam was done, he gently caught your hand. "You’re brilliant. You’re prepared. But even machines overheat. Let us take care of you for once."

The words caught in your throat.

And just like that, the tears came.

You didn’t sob. You just sagged, eyes stinging, lungs tight.

Kyle was already there with a blanket. Johnny set down your anatomy model and walked over, pulling you into a hug that smelled like his cologne and faint sweat. Simon didn’t say anything, but his hand was steady on your shoulder.

John pressed a kiss to your forehead. "We’re proud of you. No matter what."

You sniffled. "Thanks for being my patients."

Johnny smirked. "Anytime, Doc. But if you ask me to bend over for a rectal exam—"

"—you’ll do it and say thank you," Kyle interrupted.

You laughed. Actually laughed.

Four of the toughest men in the world, and here they were—holding your notes, playing sick, making fart jokes just to see you smile.

You’d make a damn good doctor. But you already had the best medicine.

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