#old neck commercials

[highfunctioningfleshrule63]

I always wanted to see Face Christian vs Heel Edge. Did it ever happen during his second WWE run outside that backstage segment when Christian won the ECW title?

this never happened cause the fed thought christian was a joke

[sy-on-boy]

future damianya telling their kids their story is gonna be like "yeah your mother got a bolt for me and i offered to wear the bomb around her neck and i promised to invent commercial space travel for her and we finally danced. yes in that order. yes i was six years old,"

[sportyphile]

Victory Sunday

paring: Joe Burrow x reader

words: 1,223

warnings: mention of sex twice but not written out, & fluff

a/n: Wanted to get this out yesterday on actual victory Sunday, but things happened that delayed it. Here is a lazy day with Joe on victory Sunday after the nail biting win against the Broncos!

Your eyes opened slowly, a small groan falling from your lips as you stirred slightly, shifting your position to lie on your back and stretch. The room was dark, the early morning sky just barely turning blue through the curtains in front of the bedroom windows. Your phone said 5:00am which was your normal wake up time. But after all of the emotions that had been experienced at last nights over time win against the Broncos, you had stayed up late and your body craved more sleep. But it wasn't happening.

The victory sex with Joe had been phenomenal, your body ached in all the right ways and your mind was clear with contentment. Joe was facing away from you, having moved from his position with his arm around you at some point in the night. Carefully, you got out of bed. The last thing you wanted to do was wake Joe so early after he had long day.

After getting dressed into some leggings and one of Joe's shirts and sweatshirts, you made your way downstairs, clipping your hair up out of the way. It was time to make some breakfast. You cooked for Joe whenever you got the chance, it made you happy and brought you two closer together. It was also one of your love languages.

You hooked up your phone to the bluetooth speaker and picked out a playlist from the 1940s and 1950s that had old radio commercials mixed in with the songs. It was the perfect playlist for a relaxing morning while you got busy cooking.

You were in the middle of stirring the home fries you had cut and seasoned, gasping softly in surprise when you felt arms wrap around you and lips on your neck. "Mornin'" Joe's voice was heavy with sleep in your ear.

"Good morning." You set your wooden spoon down to be able to turn around, get on your tippy toes and wrap your arms around Joe to give him a big hug. "I was hoping you'd sleep longer." You frowned with concern as you looked up at Joe.

"I know, but you know I'm up early with you. " He caressed your side gently. Thank you for breakfast."

"You're welcome, and I know." You repeated with a small smile, touching his cheek before you turned back around to stir the potato bits more so they wouldn't burn. You also turned off your speaker. "Breakfast is almost ready."

You didn't fail to notice the stiff walk that Joe made on his way over the fridge. He had been sacked 7 times last night, and had been hurting last night. But this morning it seemed on another level. "Are you going to take a bath today?" You asked as you grabbed a couple plates from the cabinet.

"Mmm maybe." Joe poured some water for you two. "I already took one last night. Could use a massage." A grin tugged at the edge of his lips as he put the water pitcher back in the fridge.

You pretended to be upset and roll your eyes but the smile didn't fade from your face as you plated all of the breakfast food you had cooked. "I'll keep that in mind, maybe later." You wanted to tease him and keep him guessing. He knew exactly what you were doing. If he let you be there to help with his recovery, you would always eagerly help. And he knew that too.

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The day had been slow and relaxing with light work outs and catching up on movies. Joe had also gotten his massage to ease his stiffness, and Joe had treated you with sex afterwards as a thank you. Then it was time for football watching in the afternoon with snacks. You and Joe were curled up on the couch with a blanket over both your laps as you watched the days games, his fingers running through your hair as you stayed close to him. Once in a while one, or both of you would sit up suddenly or exclaim after a play or a flag. Football was something that had brought you together when you were friends in the beginning.

The Colts lost their game against the Giants which gave you more hope that the Bengals would make it to the playoffs. But there was still the Steelers game and the Dolphins and Broncos needing to lose. The Steelers game was going to particularly stress you out, but you wanted to enjoy this slow day with Joe before the madness started.

"What do you want for dinner?" You asked after you checked the time.

"What about take out from Jeff's?" His favorite steakhouse, usually reserved for special occasions but you weren't going to turn down the opportunity.

"Sounds good to me." You grabbed your phone off the side table to bring up the online ordering. Once you picked what you wanted, you handed it to Joe and got up to grab your wallet so you pay at the restaurant when you picked the food up. What you didn't know was that he was already paying for dinner with his card and was having it delivered instead.

"Can you grab my ipad please on the way back?" Joe called out to you to stall you. He was able to order in time and get rid of the tab on your phone before he sat back, happy with himself.

"Did you get what you want?" You asked as you handed him is iPad, not even thinking to check your phone. You had nothing to hide and trusted Joe to complete the check out since it wasn't the first time you had done this.

"Yep, I'll set." He watched you as you went to grab your shoes, it would take some time to get to the restaurant downtown. "I'll come with you, let me just change." He called out before he ran upstairs. He wasn't actually going to change but he needed to pretend to, and he took his sweet time too, which annoyed you even more.

"Joe come on, the food is going to be cold by the time we get there!" You yelled up the stairs after he hadn't come back down in a while. Then you spotted lights outside the driveway which made you nervous. "Was Ja'Marr or Tee supposed to come and you didn't tell me?" it wasn't abnormal for them to come over and talk about work.

"Yeah should be them!" He called back before he grinned and made his way out of the bedroom while you answered the door, surprised to see a delivery driver from Jeff Ruby's.

"Oh! I l must have chosen delivary by mistake instead of pick up. Let me pay you." You opened your wallet that you had been holding since you had gotten it while Joe had been ordering.

"All taken care of." The driver smiled as he handed the bag over. "Have a great night, enjoy!" You were baffled as the driver turned to walk back to their van.

"T-thank you!" You called you hurriedly, not wanting to forget your manners before you shut the door, wondering if you had paid but thought you hadn't. Then you saw Joe with his hands in his pockets and a smirk on his face as he made his way over to you to take the bag.

"I paid." He kissed your cheek as he pried the bag gently out of your grip, the shock still on your face. "Felt like treating my girl."

His girl.

The words made your legs feel like jello. No one had treated you like this before. "Now let's get our food and get back to football watching." You were sucked back into reality by Joe's words as you slowly followed him into the kitchen, your brain still spinning. What had you done to deserve all this?

[clandestineloki]

strawberry bliss (nsfw)

the part 2 to strawberry sweet ❤️

summary: miguel loves using his strength on you ;)) and this little snippet of you guys watching a replay of his recent game shows just that, with some sweet lil fluff and playful banter :)) and then miguel fucks u so good he hits your factory reset and you go back to being a lil shy babie around him oh no :3

tw: he also finds out you have a daddy kink, mention of shane dawson (derogatory), mention of physical violence (bros a wrestler what did you expect), overstimulation, a bit of breeding kink, heavy praise kink, a bit of humiliation but on the sweet side

A/N: this takes place about a year or so after strawberry sweet, where miguel and reader are in an established relationship and make quippy cute banter with each other

A/N # 2: pls reblog so we can turn more ppl into whores 💖

💕 hope you enjoy! 

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"BABYY THE COMMERCIALS ARE OVER!"

Miguel runs from the bathroom and meets you in the kitchen, you with the tray of strawberry drinks squealing as he tickles your waist.

"AHH IT'S GONNA SPILL!!!" you scream, and he backs off, smiling as you regain your balance.

You balance the smoothie cups on the tray and move forward, but Miguel blocks your way. 

"M'scuse me, I have a game to watch," you pout up at him, but he doesn't budge.

"Mister, my boyfriend will be very angry if he finds out I'm late to the game >:( "

"Aww, such a shame, pretty girl... can't I just get a little kiss?"

"Let me through!"

"Can't, hermosa, you gotta say the password right up against my lips~ the password is mwah mwah mwah i love you miguel you're so handsome miguel~"

"You're cheesy," you roll your eyes, and he laughs as you set the tray down in front of the bed facing the TV. "I want the old Miguel back, he was cute and he had actual rizz."

He slumps against the couch. "The Miguel that was a total pervert over your old smoothie girl uniform?"

"Oh my gosh, I totally forgot about the uniform!" You giggle. "I hated it. Did you know on my first day they gave me a size too small and they had the audacity to try and gaslight me by saying I got fat?"

"Fucking weirdos," he pulled you into his arms, your back against his chest." Glad I got you out of that mess, mm?"

"It was just one mess into another, Mig, you made me your sugar baby," you tease, and his face scrunches up.

"Bebita, I may be rich but I'm not your sugar daddy. I'm just two years older than you."

"But think about it, I was sixteen when you were eighteen! Like- that's two years but the maturity difference is huge! That's creepy, Miguel. You wanna go to jail?"

"Ay, por dios. We're in our twenties, we met in our twenties. End of discussion. And I've already been to jail. Twice."

"What?!"

"Ay! ay! end of discussion. The match is starting," he pinches your nose then turns to watch the TV just as the host's opening spiel ends. Miguel feels you sit up in his grip when the crowds on the TV cheer as he comes up on screen, flashing a grin to the audience.

"Ew, who's that?" you mumble, cheeks stuffed with popcorn and Miguel snorts, rolling his eyes.

"That's me, your boyfriend, the guy who's gonna absolutely obliterate downgraded Shane Dawson in about..." he snaps his fingers just as his opponent comes out on screen. "Fifty-eight seconds."

"I really don't see the resemblance, Miggy, you're just being a bully."

"Y'know," he pulls you closer, absentmindedly kissing your neck as he feels you squirm in his hold. "I don't get how you let the physical violence slide but I compare some white guy to Shane Dawson and you call me a bully."

Your face heats up a little, and you turn away, mumbling shyly. "C-cause you look really badass when you throw them around like that... "

"Mmm?" he teases, nuzzling his nose in your neck. "I do?"

He feels you freeze up and chuckles, his hands trailing down to your thighs.

"Y-yeah," you whisper... "a bit..."

"Oh, and you like how strong I am, hmm? Is that what it is?"

It's cute how you shake your head and brush his hands away to turn up the volume on the TV, when he just goes right back to kneading your breasts and riling you up.

"Querida, you gotta answer me, y'know I can't understand you when you mumble like that~"

"What was the question?" you mumble, looking up at him with what he knows for sure are the most adorable bunny eyes he's ever fucking seen.

"I said," he nibbles down on your ear with a little growl, "do you get off like a cute little bunny when I show off? Is my baby that kinky~?"

" I-I... maybe..." you twitch as his fingers toy with your nipples. "Miggy, please..."

"Please what baby? Please stop or please give me more?" 

Miguel knows the answer, obviously. It's just that he can't get over the fact that he landed the prettiest girl with the cutest stutter when she's nervous.

"Please..." you whisper.

He chuckles against your ear, leaning in and lowering his voice just the way he knows you like it, especially when he's buried all the way inside you.

"Please what."

The tiniest gasp comes out of your lips. "Please... please f-fuck me... please?" 

Before you can even finish, you're over his shoulder and on the bed as he kisses everywhere on your face, growling at the inconvenience of the fact that he cant hold you still and fondle your chest at the same time.

"M-Miguel..." you whimper, twitching in sensitivity. "You're always teasing me..."

"Oh?" he mocks you, flipping you over on your stomach and gripping your hips, leaning in real slow to drawl darkly in your ear. "I'm the tease here? When you're shaking your little ass all over me? You rile me up like this and expect me not to fuck you the way you deserve? hmm?"

"S-Sorry..." you mumble, and Miguel laughs breathily, having the time of his life making you all shy and embarrassed.

"S'okay, baby, you just gotta make up for it, yeah?"

With a playful swat to your ass, he rips off your shorts and his fingers tease your folds through your panties.

"Miguel..."

"Yes...?" he kisses the arch in your back, smirking when your thighs tremble.

"Please hurry..." you gasp.

"Don't worry baby, you'll be asking me to slow down real soon~" 

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His favorite sight of all time is you underneath him, with that blissed out look on your face and your chest heaving as he fucks every choked breath out of those pretty lips.

"Fuck, bebita," he whispers. "Creaming all over my fingers like the cute little plaything you are?"

You whimper, closing your thighs shakily, but his free hand just forces your legs apart and he curls his two fingers in you, tickling your pussy and making his hand even wetter.

"Hmm? What did you say?" Miguel mumbles close to your ear, and makes sure that at the precise moment you try to speak he speeds up his fingers, making your words melt away in warm red pleasure as more juices coat his fingers.

"S'too much..."

"Bebita, you asked for this," he whispers darkly. "We're not even halfway done."

You mewl out his name and turn your head to the side. He takes it as an opportunity to bite down on your neck and relish in the high-pitched pleasure drunk squeal that forces out of you as your little pussy sucks in his fingers.

"Shit. I can't take it anymore," he grumbles, his fingers moving even faster as he leans closer, forcing you flat against the bedsheets as you moan and cream all over his fingers like a cute little bunny, just too pleasure-drunk to utter even a word.

"Come for me baby," Miguel almost begs. "Come for me so I can fuck you the way I know you want me too, okay?"

You gasp at his dirty talk, and he laughs at the fact that you never stop getting shy when he says these things.

Or when your little pussy makes those wet noises when you're really really close.

"Fuck you're so cute," Miguel grins, licking the tears falling from your hazy eyes. "So sweet, letting me do whatever I want with you~ Come for me, gatita, you know you want to~"

Your moans make him grin and he thumbs at your sensitive little bud. His teasing sends you over the edge and you gasp and whimper, clinging onto him as he helps you through your third orgasm.

When you come down from it, Miguel is smirking down at you, and licking his fingers clean of your juices, humming lowly as his tongue traces his long fingers sensually.

"Wanna taste it right off your pretty pussy baby," he whispers, making you blush. "But I'll save that for later~"

He really means he'll save it for when you're too fucked out to close your pretty legs around his head.

Miguel kisses your hips as he flips you over again, tracing his rough hands over your ass and thighs, making you shiver and mumble something he almost can't hear.

"Daddy..."

His wandering hands freeze.

He grins.

"What was that?" he teases.

Your breath stutters.

"What- I-"

He leans in dangerously close, pinning you down on the bed with your ass right against his throbbing hard cock.

"What did you just call me?" he drawls, and you whimper.

"I-I called you Daddy," you bury your head in the pillows. "S-Sorry... if it makes you uncomfortable-"

Miguel thrusts his hips forward, sinking halfway into your wet, warm little cunt. The squelching of your little hole is nothing compared to the pure, unadulterated, sinful noise of pleasure that leaves your lips.

"Oh," Miguel groans. "That made me reallyfuckin' uncomfortable alright."

Your thighs shake as he sinks in really really slowly, making sure you feel every inch of him stretch you out.

"Say it again."

You gasp, tears forming in your eyes. "It's embarrassing..."

"Fuck, you really have to do all these things that make you so lovable, huh?" He groans, pulling your wrists and holding your arms behind your back. "Got the cutest little face, the cutest little pussy, and you always got these little kinks that make you so cute~"

He starts moving his hips, making you slur out his name and clench around him.

"My cute little milkshake girl, doing all these cute things for me and no one else," he whispers, and you nod helplessly,

Miguel runs his hands up and down your waist, making you sigh and whimper into the pillows.

"Wanna repeat what you said? No one's around, baby, just you and me. No need to be shy~"

"Daddy..."

"Fuck, you really are such the perfect little cutie, aren't you?" Miguel teases, pounding you harder.

It's music to his ears when you finally get to that stage of it, just uncontrollably whimpering and moaning and making all these noises of pleasure as you let him do whatever he wants to you.

"C'mon, say it again, another time won't hurt~"

"Such a t-tease..." you whine, and he chuckles fondly, pressing a kiss to your sensitive neck.

"Sorry, baby, not my fault you're so fucking adorable," he groans, shuddering when you clench down on him. "Daddy's close, baby, wanna come with me? Feel good together, hmm? Can you even understand me you dumb little baby?"

Miguel coos as you take in high-pitched breaths and gasps. Your tiny fists clench the sheets shakily, and your thighs thump helplessly with every thrust of his hips.

"Come back to me, baby," he whispers as his thrusts get sloppier. "Help me out one list time, kay? Wanna be my good girl?"

"Mhm..."

"Ah," he laughs. "Daddy broke his pretty baby so bad? Sorry, gatita, you just feel too good. Let's come together, okay? I'll get us there, baby~"

You whimper loudly one last time, creaming helplessly around his cock. Miguel pins your back down onto the bed, leaning in and growling right against your ear as his orgasm takes over as well, making sure you take every bit of his cum inside you.

The twitching of your thighs finally slows as Miguel pulls out, turning you onto your back and lightly running his hands up your thighs, waist, and breasts, kneading them softly and eliciting a whine from your lips.

"So sensitive," he pinches your nipple, making you gasp. "But I'll keep my hands to myself... for now."

You blush at those words, nuzzling into his neck as he chuckles at your bashfulness.

"Didn't know my good little girl had a Daddy kink. So cute," he whispers. "Got the sweetest little baby all to myself~."

Miguel brushes his lips against yours, smiling when he tastes a hint of strawberry,

His second favorite sweet thing in the goddamn world.

"Oh, baby~" he coos. "You felt so fucking good. Can we go again, gatita?"

You whimper, twitching helplessly, and blushing at the feeling of his fingers toying with the cum trickling down your thighs.

But you don't say no.

[shouyuus]

Softest Haikyuu headcanons?

alright HERE WE GO

"there's nothing so savage as falling in love, nothing so soft as forgiveness."

ft. kenma, tsukki, tobio, hinata

kenma --

that he lets you braid his hair sometimes, when he's idly playing a phone game or something, his laid back in your lap, the phone resting on his chest, his hair splayed out between your fingers as you run them through, tugging one strand over the other, you humming some old commercial jingle as he flicks through the motions of the game

tsukki --

that he reaches out to hold your hand first, almost always, at first only when people aren't watching but it becomes second nature enough that he does it without even realizing it; he'd do it in the middle of a sentence, sassing an old teammate out when you're all out to dinner, his fingers tangling with yours, daichi's eyebrows jerking up as he grins

tobio --

that sometimes, he likes to be little spoon, because doesn't it feel wonderful to let go and be held, and that sometimes, he'll curl into the shape of you, tuck his knees up and drag your arm across his middle; you'd smile and kiss the middle of his back, the nape of his neck, nuzzle into the baby hairs there, close your eyes and let your lashes flutter against his skin, whisper to the night that you'll always be there for him, no matter what

hinata --

that he loves the sound of your laughter, more than he ever has the words to say (and he's never been super good with words) but it makes his stomach go woosh, and his heart to battabatbat and something inside him squeezes so hard he almost goes lightheaded every time you laugh; he wants to sink into the sound, to cup it in his palm and tuck it into his pocket, wants to record it and play it as the background music to the rest of his life and he thinks that if only he can make you laugh like that all the time, he wouldn't need any other happiness in the world

[jymwahuwu]

BARKINGN WOOF WOOWF DOES HE LIKE DOGS?? I CAN BARK!! GOOD HEAVENS MR. RECA. MISTER MISTER!! HELLOOO SAILORRRR!!

cough cough, my apologies for that outburst but here are my thinking thoughts on Mr. Reca..

Thinking of him holding you in a headlock to make sure the camera could capture your face. Maybe press down on your tongue with some of his fingers so the camera can capture those lil mewls and such.

He loves to keep going until he sees that doe-eyed blank stare you get whenever he goes too far. Face tear-stained while you drool mindlessly against his fingers. In fact, he always tries to get that one clip in whenever he wants to record(which is always.)

Bondage but it's him tying you up with old film from your previous commercial/scenes of you in other movies. Just so he can see the before and after his special films. He loves you dearly, look at how footage he kept of you from your previous acts!!

(Also on a more romantic topic, thinking him of making roses out of his favorite film tapes of you on the first date. You don't know because it's pitch black but they're actually from the films that you have acted as a romantic love interest. He's very sweet..when he's not insane me think.)

I passed out…Mr. Reca…his movie-related kink, and the way he expressed his love…😩💖💖💖

cw: yandere, dub-con, obsession, humiliation, oral sex, ooc because the official plot has not been released yet

Headlock may be a little rough, but that's the way to get your face on camera! He enjoys making low-budget movies for his own entertainment, without any regard for commerce but only his art and desires. The camera is right in front of you. Are you a little too shy? His arms were draped across your neck, holding your face in place as you bounced on his cock. Now you can't avoid the camera no matter what. He presses his thumb against your tongue as you swallow those sobs. No reason to hide them!

Mr. Reca doesn't show restraint. He pushes you to your limits to see how far you can go. Disappointing that you only need 5-6 orgasms to be brainless. The dazed look on your face is priceless (eyes melting out of focus, tears all over your face, and trembling legs. No quick reaction, just a subconscious whimper as your lips wrap around the cock). He often fails to part with these precious films and adds plots that have no obvious connection. In a movie about human loneliness in the universe, the scene of your orgasm is played. This is what happens at film festivals and cinemas. Anyway, if the audience complains, he will say it is a montage.

He keeps every movie that includes you. Those are his treasures. Even with the technology here, he still keeps these physical movie discs in his collection box. There are handwritten marks on it, such as: "1:15:32 blowjob part", "A must-see during the holidays", "3 hours without breaks version" and so on.

This stems from Mr. Reca's romantic moment. He created a CD collection of movies about you, decorated with fresh flowers and a cosmic gemstone.

Tucked inside is a card:

"To my favorite actor, legend, and sun. (Beautiful cursive writing, but at the last word, the person who wrote it seemed a little emotional, and the ink melted) Only when the sun shines on him, the moon will glow.”

[bengals-barnesbabe]

There’s Something You Should Know

Pair: Dad!Joe Burrow x OC , Dad!Joe Burrow x ExFianćee!Reader

Desc: Joe’s new girlfriend is in for a big surprise when she drops by unexpectedly.

TW: Jealousy, Toxic Gf, talks of divorce, childhood trauma

a/n: just a little idea I had and worked on for 2 weeks :)

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WC: 4.9k

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August weekends are some of Joe’s favorites, not because he goes out with friends or showers his girlfriend with the attention she desires. No, he loves days like this. Days where his living room doesn’t stay clean for more than a few hours, mornings filled with cute giggles and sticky-syrupy little fingers, and nights controlled by a little girl with beautiful hazel brown eyes and a head full of dark tight curls, who picks the same bedtime story every night. These are his favorite moments.

Like now as he picks up the pink and purple lego sets off his living room floor while his little girl is off playing with some other toys in her playroom. From down the hall, he can hear all the make-believe scenarios the stuffies are going through. Currently, Who Dey the tiger and Joey the kangaroo were shopping for skirts but there was only one pink sparkly one left, it was a heavy debacle that Joe couldn't help but chuckle at while putting away the rest of the legos. 

Elliana, or Ellie for short, is the no doubt most important person (albeit little person) in his life. From the day she was born, there was nothing he wouldn’t do for his little girl. Now at 4 years old, the bubbly and charismatic girl is taking in some of his interests, hence the immense collection of Lego sets that decorate his home. Sure this hobby came back to bite him in the rear when he would fall to victim of said legos by stepping on them, but the time they spent together just playing around was worth all the lego injuries in the world. But they also have house slippers now, to protect both of their feet.

Joe moved to tidy up the kitchen after double checking that all legos were in their rightful spots, not that he was actually going to count every single lego. To prepare for his 4 day weekend with Ellie, he made sure to restock on all her favorite meals and snacks but also ingredients to make the Bengals-themed cookies that she hadn’t stop talking about since she saw them on a commercial for a grocery store they don’t even have in Ohio. Joe wasn’t much of a baker, he only began cooking real meals when Ellie started staying over for multiple nights. Give him a box of Kraft Mac N Cheese and some dino nuggets and he’d turn it gourmet for his daughter, but for now that’s as far as he could go. So he called in reinforcements for this mission.

*ding dong*

His saving grace, Ja’Marr Chase. Joe was forever grateful to have a best friend that loved and cared for his daughter like she was his own. Ja’Marr was a great uncle and Ellie thought so too.

“Daddy, daddy! It’s Uncle Marr, he’s here to make cookies!” He smiles as the squeaky voiced girl comes running down the hall. Before she passes the kitchen, he sneakily pulls her into his arms before she could notice him. “Daddy!”

“What did I say about running in the house? I know you’re excited but you might fall and hurt yourself and that would make daddy really sad.” He lightly scolds bending down to her height.

“I’m sorry daddy. No more running.” Ellie cutely nods and places her small hands on his cheeks to lift his faux frown.  A grin quickly returns to his face and he kisses her forehead. 

“That’s my good girl, how about you go wash your hands so you and Uncle Marr can get started?” Her face beams as she wraps her arms around his neck. He returns the hug almost as tightly to take in the warm sense of comfort that having her in his arms brings. His arms could probably wrap around the young girl twice, but the contentment of having her little ones squeezing onto him so tightly is a feelings he never wants to forget. When she finally lets go, she kisses his cheek then skips down the hall in her fluffy pink slippers.

The door bell ringing again brings Joe back to his full height, but his brows furrow when he doesn’t hear his friend do his usual call out. ‘He’s probably on the phone.’ He thinks walking over to front door. He opens the door wide with a smile to greet one of his best friends, but gets replaced with his eyes widening and mouth dropping in shock.

“Hi babe!” 

Joe blinks then narrows the door’s opening to only fit half his body. “What are you doing here?” He asks the woman he’s been seeing for 6 months.

“I thought we could spend some time together. I know you said you’d be busy this weekend, but you’re busy every weekend. But since you’re actually home, we could watch a movie or something.” She smiles trying to peak inside. “Are you going to invite me in?”

Joe can hear the faucet in the first floor bathroom turn off and another car pull into his driveway. He looks behind him and zeroes in on every detail in his house that screams ‘this is my little princess’ castle’ then turns back to his curious girlfriend. “Um, now’s not a great time Kate.”

The short brunette’s jaw clenches and just as she’s about to respond, Ja’Marr walks up behind her. “Wow- so what, Saturdays are for the boys?” She barks. Actually they’re for the girls, little girls.

“Kate-

Loud giggles erupt from behind him. “UNCLE MARR! Daddy he’s right there I see him!” 

His teammate breaks out in a smile and waves to Ellie. “Hey babygirl.” Ja’Marr excuses himself from behind the woman and Joe lets him in the house.

Kate stands in front of him now dumbfounded. “You have a daughter?”

When Joe met Katelyn, he hadn’t had a long term girlfriend in a while, not since you. So he didn’t have to introduce anyone to his daughter. His team already knew her, his friends were great with her and she had a mom and dad who would do anything for her. Joe didn’t even feel like dating after your engagement ended two years ago. He had some hookups here and there, but getting into a relationship was not on his mind. Funnily that’s how this ‘relationship’ started, she was just someone he could call and was cool about it. Then he took her out to dinner to test the waters and half a year later he’s here.

When you broke up, you and Joe agreed not introduce your daughter to anybody without the other’s consent. You both wanted to make sure that she was your priority and her safety always came first. Then Joe implemented the rule to not introduce Elliana to romantic interests until at least 9 months into the relationship, he said it was him being protective but it was also so he didn’t have to see you without anyone else until it was serious. You also didn’t broadcast your daughter to the world like other parents, so not many knew that he did have a daughter unless they watched his every move. 

So long story short, Katelyn did not know.

“We should talk.” He said as she shoved his body to the side and stomped into his home. “I guess I deserve that.” He shook his head and shut the door.

Thankfully, the kitchen and the living room were a decent distance from each other so when she plopped down on the farthest end of the sofa, he could relax knowing Ellie wouldn’t hear any distinct words the woman might start throwing his way. Kate sat facing the blank tv screen, he took the spot in front of her so he could still see some of the movements in the kitchen through a wall cut out.

“Listen Kate.”

“No me first.” She cuts him off with a hand in front of his face. He just nods and allows her to speak. “Why didn’t you tell me? Is she actually yours? Where’s her mother? How come no one knows about her? Why didn’t you fucking tell me? I thought I was your girlfriend, do I mean nothing to you? Who keeps this kind of giant fucking secret? Fucking talk!” She huffs.

“I was letting you go off- whatever. Yes, Elliana is mine. She just looks exactly like her mother” He mumbles the last part, combing his fingers through his hair, a nervous tick he’s had since he was little.

“She’s 4 and I have dual custody over her, so I mostly get her during the weekends. I didn’t tell you because her mother and I have an arrangement and I would have to talk to her about it first. Her mom lives here- well not here here, she lives in the city. You know I don’t like the attention the spotlight gives so it was easy for us to decide to leave her out of it as much as possible. I guess was going to tell you at some point.”

“What do you mean, you guess? I’m your girlfriend! Don’t you think I have the right to know that the guy I’m seeing has a kid?” She crosses her arms red faced.

“Calm down, we haven’t been seeing each other that long. We were never that serious.” 

“Of course not, every time I want to spend time with you there’s a new excuse. Oh you have a game, or practice that evidently takes all fucking day. Maybe you’re hiding me because there’s someone else.”

“I promise the only other girl in my life right now is my daughter. And everything you just said is a valid excuse, I have a job and child that require all my attention.”

“Why can’t she just stay with her mother? Do you have this stupid arrangement so she can come by and give you what you’ve been missing? I bet you’ve been fucking her this whole time.”

Joe scoffs, her words starting to make his blood boil. “Katelyn, what do you not understand about us co-parenting our daughter? I barely have time to spend with you, so what makes you think I have time to cheat? If you have a problem with me being a father, then you should leave.”

“I don’t have a problem with you being a dad, I have a problem with you not talking about your ex. What, was she so special that it hurts to talk about her? Was she the one, Joe? What exactly is your relationship like with her now?”

“I told you, we co parent. There’s nothing going on with me and her mother, that’s all in the past. Can we stop talking about her now, she’s not going to just pop up out of nowhere?” He rolls his eyes. 

“I’m not convinced, you’d only hide her if there was still something between you.” 

“Yea her name is Elliana, the four year old making cookies in my kitchen right now.”

Before Katelyn can come back with another complaint, the doorbell rings, again. Joe sighs and looks out the window to see another very familiar car. Spoke too soon Joe.

He opens the door to see another one of his close teammates and the very woman he was just talking about. 

“Tee, Y/n what are you doing here?” His eyes lazily flicker between the pair and you send him a sheepish smile.

“Oh you know, we were just in the neighborhood.” Tee nods very nonchalantly. You nudge his side with a chuckle.

“I got a 911 call from Ellie, she said there was an emergency.” 

“Really?” He starts to pat down his pockets and realizes his phone is missing. He turns around and spots a smiling little girl with two long braids neatly done with purple bows in her hair. “Ellie…”

“Yes daddy.”

“Did you call mommy with my phone without telling me?” 

“Yep!”

You stop the laugh from bursting out your mouth when he sends you a pointed look. Taking that as a sign to go ‘confront’ your daughter. “Elliana why did you call me saying there was an emergency?

“There is an emergency momma! Uncle Jay is eating all the cookies!” Ja’Marr turns around shocked at his little partner. 

“Ellie, what did I tell you about snitches?”

“Snitches get stitches.” She relays matter factly. Joe shakes his head in confusion because clearly he wasn’t aware she knew about snitches yet. While you chuckle and run in to snatch up your girl.

“Ellie what did I tell you about taking advice from Uncle J?” You ask placing her on the counter.

“You said to tell you when he teaches me something new. He just did momma, see I told you!”

“Wow, Joe see what your friends have done to my sweet little girl.” She giggles wrapping her arms around your neck.

“They’re your friends too. How is it my fault, I had no idea?”

“There’s your answer.” You smirk. “Now Ms. Ellie Dae Burrow, is there any other emergency I need to know about?”

Freeing herself from your grasp she nods her head. “We don’t know how to ice cookies mommy.” Then takes your face in her hands and turns you towards the powdered sugar mess next to her baking buddy.

“Ellie, did you touch the cookies before touching mommy’s face?”

“Um yes?”

“Did you wash your hands after touching the cookies?” The young girl looks at her flour caked hands curiously. 

“No mommy.”

“Remember what I said about touching your toys with dirty hands?” Ellie nods her head. “Well that goes for people too, cause now I’m covered in flour.”

“Oh, sorry mommy. I’ll go wash my hands now.”

You go off to get washed up then Ellie returns to the kitchen to continue helping with the cookies while you join Joe in the living room.

“I hope you guys didn’t have anything planned, Ellie clearly has a mind of her own.” Joe jokes with the couple.

“Not much, we were just going to pick up some lunch and maybe catch a movie.” Tee shrugs.

“That’s what we were going to do, how funny.” Kate perks up with hidden mischief in her eyes. This is when you realize you have no clue where this woman came from nor who she is. 

“Joe?”

“Oh how rude of me. I’m Katelyn, Joe’s girlfriend and I assume you’re his baby mama.” She fake smiles holding her hand out.

The eyes of the men in the room widen at her bold choice of words. You smirk and shake the woman’s hand. “Yep, that’s me. The mother of his only child, you must know how great of a dad he is right? Whenever he has any time off, he’s always picking her up or coming over to see her. Truly father of the decade and she isn’t even 5 yet.”

Tee sits next the father hiding his face in his hands and chuckles. “I bet this isn’t how you wanted this to go.” He whispers to him. Joe just groans in his hands.

“Well, you should have a seat.” Kate invites.

“Oh I will, thank you for the hospitality in the house that my ex fiance asked me my opinion on over a year ago.” You grin and sit on the other side of Tee.

Katelyn’s kind demeanor shifts with a fake smile wide on her cheeks as she sits next to Joe. “So why’d you break up?”

“We are not starting here!” Joe’s eyes go wide and he straightens up. “Ask anything else please.”

“Joseph, your girlfriend wants to know why we’re not married right now. Why don’t you tell her?” You say forgetting how the whole thing happened for a bit. Thankfully those cherished memories come floating back to your mind and you hoped he decided to change the subject to cover your mishap.

“You just met, aren’t you supposed to be doing the making sure she’s safe for Ellie to be around thing?” You let out a muted sigh before replying.

“Oh please, and you haven’t?”

“No.” He mutters.

Your face hardens as you kiss your teth. “You let this woman around my daughter without screening her first? Joseph what the hell?”

He throws his hands up in surrender. “I didn’t think it was going to last this long, I wasn’t thinking about it.”

“Then why is she here?” You question turning your body completely towards him.

“Your guess is as good as mine!”

Katelyn scoffs, “excuse me, I’m sitting right here!”

“Unfortunately we see that too. How long have you been together anyway?” You hope that their explanation has to do with the restrictions you came up with to keep your daughter safe.

“7 mont-

“6 months- They say at the same time.

“Damn, this is awkward. I’m gonna go.” Tee announces. “I’ll text you.” Then he leaves.

“Looks like that didn’t last, maybe that’s why Joe left you. You attract drama everywhere you go.” Joe grimaces at her just wanting her to stop talking.

“Oh no hun, I left him. Not like it’s any of your damn business cause you don’t know me or him that well either. But let me guess, he told you he was busy but you showed up anyway hoping he’d let you in and give you whatever you want. I wouldn’t stress about him not making enough time for you, there’s a lot of worst ways he could be treating you. Just remember that at the end of the day, I’m that little girl’s mom and he’s her dad. I’ll always have a key in the door, when you won’t even get to see the open house.” Then you got up and went to the kitchen. Joe watched in amusement as Katelyn seethed. Then peaked behind him to catch a glimpse of you and your daughter baking together.

“You need to talk to her, she needs to know that I’m your future and she needs to make room.” Joe rolls his eyes.

“She’s right. They’re my past, present and my future. You were just a distraction and now I don’t need you anymore. I’m going to have to ask you need to leave my daughter’s house.” 

She shakes her head. “Joe, we can have our own family. You don’t need them. I can do that for you.”

“Katelyn I want them, not you. It’s time for you to go.” He stands and walks over to the door.

“You’re going to miss me and regret this, but I wont open the door for you. When you want me back I’ll have someone way better than you. Please don’t do this, don’t break up with me.” Rolling his eyes at the quick change in behavior he unlocks the door for her.

“Joey, I thought we were having fun. You don’t want to throw that away do you?” She asks as a final strand of hope glistens in her eyes.

Joe sighs, “it was fun, but I’d rather play with flower shop legos and bake cookies.”

“Fuck you Joe!” She stomps out with expletives shooting from her mouth. 

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“Daddy was your friend crying because you hurt her feelings?” Ellie asks with frosting covering her mouth when he arrives in the kitchen. He picks her up and kisses her sugary cheeks.

“No bub, she hurt her own feelings.” 

“Joey hurt my feelings when left to join the circus.” She pouts talking about her stuffie and licking her sticky fingers.

“Are you eating the icing before we can put it on the cookies?” He asks the orange dye covered girl.

“Nyooo.” She chuckles.

“What are we going to do with you?”

“Mommy said we’re all going to the park to feed the ducks.” She smiles. You turn around with wide eyes and an amused smirk, halting your current task of making more orange frosting.

“I did not say that. Ellie Dae why are you telling your father stories?”

“I think she wants to go feed the ducks.” Ja’Marr snorts while eating some of the cookie dough.

“Uncle Marrrr, you can’t eat more cookies! It’s for the ducks.”

“Ellie ducks don’t eat cookies.” Joe chuckles putting her on a part of the counter that’s not covered in sugar.

“Kaia said they do.” Your daughter yawns mentioning your next door neighbor’s teenage daughter that likes to babysit her.

“Well you’re going to have to ask Kaia where she found the cookies made for ducks.” Glancing over at the oven clock you hum realizing its 2pm. Naptime. Looking back over at your ex, you watch him wrap his arms around your daughter as her eyelids struggle to stay open. “Joe.” You whisper. He looks up at you then the time and nods.

“Come on babygirl, let’s go upstairs.” She whines as he lifts her, but still wraps her arms around his neck.

“But daddy, I’m not tired. Cookies.” She yawns laying her head on his chest. He smiles and kisses her head.

“I promise the cookies will be there when you wake up, and maybe we’ll even take some to the ducks.” You can’t help but smile as the pair climb the staircase up to her room. You always knew Joe would be a great father, especially when the you were surprised by the idea of having a baby so young and so early in your relationship. But he only stepped up in ways you couldn't have imagined, watching him become a father felt like one of life’s greatest privileges. It’s one of the things you love loved about him. Joe’s caring nature was unlike any other, in those 4 years together you’d never felt so loved and cherished by anyone like him.

Turning around to go back to your icing duties, you’re faced with a smirking Ja’Marr Chase. “What?”

“You’re ridiculous.” He chuckles setting a timer for the cookies that you now notice are in the oven. 

“I don’t understand.”

“You look at him the same way he looks at you, which is the exact same way when you were engaged. You just need to put the ring back on and plan the damn wedding at this point. I mean he broke up with his fling for you.”

You just shake your head at his nonsense, there was no way you and Joe would ever get back together after how it ended- after how you ended it. “No, I’m with Tee. They just had a mild disagreement, the second Ellie comes home with me he’ll be calling her back over.”

“You’re fucking with me right?” He scoffs. “You and Tee are not together.”

“How would you know?”

“He texted me the minute you got here. The only reason you two were out together was because we’re all still friends. Don’t try and bullshit me. You’ve been trying to make Joe jealous for weeks.”

“I have not, lower your voice. If you think he would ever take me back after the shit I said that night, then you’re delusional. I already fucked up with Joe.”

“But you want him to though.” He tilts his head with a soft smile. “I bet you still have the ring on you.” Your eyes go straight to the floor.

“You didn’t give it back because he wouldn’t take it. You can’t put it away because of who it reminds you of and you won’t sell it because you still care. In fact Ellie said you put it on a necklace and kept it in the smallest pocket of your purse.” When you look up, he’s somehow produced the same ring Joe proposed to you with on that beach date when Ellie was 8 months old.

“She really is a little blabber mouth.” You sniffle taking the chain.

“She’s smart and a thief. She showed it to me after you went to go clean your face. She knows how much it means to you and whether she understands it or not, she wants her mom and dad back together.”

“Oh please, this is the same little girl that wants to feed ducks sugar cookies.”

“All I’m saying is you should think about why you’re still carrying that nice ass ring around and talk to him. Alright I’m gonna head out, you got this right?” You nod and share a friendly hug.

“Remember what I said.” He says as the front door opens then shuts.

You lean over the counter with your hands on your face and let out a groan. There’s no possible way for Joe to ever take you back. You don’t even know why you still carry the ring around, but somehow leaving the house without it makes you feel untethered to reality.

“I doubt the cookies are that bad.” You gasp startled by the man leaning on the entryway to the kitchen.

“Goodness, Joe.” Your right hand covers your eyes while still clutching the gold chain. 

“Wow,” you drop your hand remembering what you were holding. “That’s something I haven’t seen in a while.”

“Yea- um. I was having it cleaned.” You bite the inside of your lip, then replace it with a pout when his face tells you he knows the full story. “Joe-

“Put it on.”

“Listen- wait what?”

You want to believe he’s joking, but the look in his eyes is all seriousness. “I want you to put the ring back on.”

“I can’t, not after the way I ended things. It wouldn’t be right.”

“You can, because I want you to. I need you to put the ring on.”

“Joe there’s something you should know.”

He sighs and takes the chain from you. “I know you and Tee hooked up once, I’m still debating on if I need to sucker punch him for it.” Then unclasps the chain and releases the 7 karat diamond into his hand. “I know that we spent the last 2 years trying to forget everything that went down between us only to remind each other every weekend when Ellie is dropped off.” He begins to fiddle with the ring between his fingers. “I also know that nothing you said that night was true.”

You gulp locking eyes with the man you’ve always wanted to call your husband. “Joe.”

“On April 10th, your mom called you and said ‘never get married’ because she had finalized her divorce with your father after spending 25 years in an unhappy marriage, that without a doubt gave you enough trauma in itself. April 11th, I came home from a night out where I drank way too much and reminded you of a part of your childhood you tried to run away from, which is something I’m extremely sorry for. April 12th, we spent the entire day arguing about the dumbest shit because I couldn’t see the pain you were harboring. Then you said ‘I can’t spend the rest of my life with a man that doesn’t care how he comes home to his family. I won’t let you run me into the mud like he did to her, I want to be happy. I can’t marry you.’ And took your ring off.” You couldn’t stop the tears from falling down your face as he recalls the last night you spent together as a couple. A night you’ve regretted since it happened.

“Joey, don’t let me do this to you. You don’t deserve this, you could do so much better better than a damaged bitch with trust issues.” With one hand he wipes your tears and with the other he takes your left hand. “Joe think about this.”

“I think there’s something you should know.” He repeats your words with a more lighthearted tone, then gets down on one knee. 

‘There’s no way, no way. Nope, he’s not doing this.’ You echo to yourself while shaking your head.

“I spent two years thinking about this. Two years driving back and forth so we could have equal time with our little girl. Two years of wondering if I’d ever have you back in my arms the way I dream of at night. Even spent one in this house thinking about how hollow it feels without you living in it. I bought it for you, so we could raise our family here together. I know this probably won’t top the first one and I don’t have a new ring yet.” He winks causing another wave of tears to fall, this time happy tears. 

“I can’t see myself happier with anyone except this damaged woman in front of me with trust issues. Shit I’m not that happy now, cause every time I look in our little girl’s eyes all I see is her beautiful mother. She’s a constant reminder of the woman I miss more than anything. I thought we could do this co-parenting thing and stay friends so Ellie could have a happy childhood, but I spend more time with you than I do without you. I don’t want to wake up with anyone else in my bed that isn’t the woman right in front of me. And I’m thanking Elliana for bringing you here, because I need you. I want you back more than anything in the world.” 

His voice starts to tremble. “I’d step on a million legos for you, bake and burn a thousand dinners for you, miss hundreds of games for you- fucking anything. Anything you want, it’s yours. Just say yes.” 

You can feel the way your heart breaks for him, just proving how much you don’t deserve him. “I can’t.” 

“Why not?”

You can’t look him in the eye and break him again. You try to suck in the sob but there’s no use.

“I’m pregnant with Tee’s baby.”

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i'm sorry that was childish, don’t hate me lol here’s the real ending

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“I can’t,” You giggle when his pout deepens. “You haven’t asked the question yet.”

A bright smile breaks out on his face as he sighs in relief. “You need to stop scaring me. Y/n Y/l/n, will you marry me?”

“Yes, yes I’ll marry you, Joey. I'll marry you a hundred times if I have to.” You beam as he slips the ring back in its rightful spot then stands and pulls you into the most passionate kiss. 

After two years, you’re back in the arms you love, felt the most comfortable and cherished in. You feel so lucky to have found a man, a fiance so caring, thoughtful, and understanding. Lucky that every time you pushed him away, he just pulled you in harder. And you can’t wait to finally marry him and give him everything he’s ever wanted. Including a bigger family.

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so any critiques, comments, concerns. i'm open to any and everything🫶🏾 oh and don't forget to reblog for more :)

[art-missy]

Sal wasn't complaining but he often wondered why you were so obsessed with his hair. Since you two first met, there were not a time when your fingers weren't in his hair each time to saw each other. You braided them, twisted them, brushed them, put pearls or cute hairpins in them.

He also received so many hair care techniques from you that he now felt like the protagonist of a shampoo commercial every time he exited the shower.

"Is it me or this new shampoo smell like coconut this time ?" he asked as he came back in his bedroom, only dressed of a boxer and an old t-shirt.

"Yep," you nodded, sat on his bed and grabbing a hair dryer. "You have no idea how much this scent suits you."

"I trust ya."

He sat on the floor between your legs and let you dry his hair, his eye closed. He loved the domestic intimacy of these moments. Feeling your fingers combing his hair had a lulling effect on him, and that was the reason why he asked in a very sleepy but strong enough voice :

"Why are you so obsessed with my hair ?"

Chuckling, you kept taking care of his hair.

"Your hair are a piece of the sky and your heart is as warm as the sun. Of course I want to take care of both. I don't need a reason for doing so, blue boy."

Not so blue anymore, your words flushed the pale exposed skin of his ears and his neck. Sal sleepily leaned his scarred cheek against your knee and relaxed even more under your care.

"You're awesome," he murmured, doubting you heard him over the sound of the hair dryer but to his voice but you did.

"And you're fluffy," you stopped the hair dryer but kept combing him with your fingers. "And criminally adorable."

[darlingdaisyfarm]

Could you write about stan or Ford taking care of their sick s/o? I've been suffering from an awful head cold this past week and it sucks i could really use the comfort 😭

sick days with Stan & Ford (x reader)

a/n: starting with smth sfw while i work on… other things hehehhe but I hope you’ll feel better! take your meds and let yourself rest 💌 and thank u for the ask, anon!!

Stanford Pines

the kind of man who fights interdimensional monsters but still worries if your tea is the right temperature.

he tucks you onto the couch, fussing over pillows and blankets until you’re buried like some kind of marshmallow. then he disappears into the kitchen, where you can hear pots clanging and. . . is that the blender?

when he returns, he’s holding a tray with a bowl of soup, a glass of water, and a strange concoction that’s vaguely green.

“head cold or not, you need fluids. hydration is important,” he says, setting a mug of something herbal-smelling on the coffee table. “this tea is from the forests of dimension 52. the locals swear by it for respiratory ailments.”

you squint at the mug. “it’s not gonna. . . mutate me, right?”

Ford pauses, adjusting his glasses. “probably not.”

“Ford!”

he chuckles, sitting beside you with a soft sigh. “it’s perfectly safe, i’ve tested it. besides, you trust me, don’t you?”

and of course you do, even when his idea of “helping” involves interdimensional remedies that could very well grow you a third arm.

you take a tentative sip. the taste is weird, but soothing, warming you from the inside out.

“good?” he asks, watching your face expression.

“yeah,” you admit, sinking deeper into the blanket. “not bad.”

satisfied or at least faking this, he leans back, but that little crinkle in his brow never really goes away.

“you’re overthinking again,” you notice, looking at him.

“i am not,” he says, entirely unconvincing.

“Ford.”

he sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “i just hate seeing you like this, i keep thinking there must be something more i can do.”

you reach out, tangling your fingers with his. “you’re doing enough, really, just stay with me, okay?”

Ford’s expression softens and he brings your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

“always.” and he stays, reading to you from one of his journals while you drift in and out of sleep. his voice is calm, comforting and every so often, he pauses to carefully check your temperature.

Stan Pines

you wake up with your throat feeling like sandpaper and your head pounding. you barely have the energy to groan, let alone drag yourself out of bed, but the world outside your room is loud. voices from the tv, Stan’s yelling at it.

with blanket wrapped around your shoulders, you stumble out and see Stan sprawled on the armchair in his striped boxers and tank top, he’s shoving popcorn into his mouth by the handful, but when he sees you, he nearly chokes on it.

“jeez, you look like somethin’ the cat dragged in. worse than waddles after he found that mud pit last week.”

you sniffle. “thanks for the pep talk, Stan.”

he waves you over as his tone softens. “c’mon, c’mere. what’s wrong? flu? cold? bubonic plague? don’t tell me you’re contagious.”

you plop next to him, dropping your head onto his shoulder. the tv’s too loud, but you can’t even complain about it.

“it’s just a cold,” you murmur. 

“cold, huh? well, that’s nothing to mess with,” you can hear the tease in his voice. “lemme get my doctor bag. got some snake oil in there that cures everything, even bad attitudes.”

he shuffles off to the kitchen, muttering about needing to find some ginger ale. he comes back with a mug of tea that looks. . . questionable. is that a bay leaf? and a handful of mints?

“drink this, kid, don’t ask questions.”

you sip and it’s awful. Stan grins as you make grimace. “told ya it’s magic. now, get cozy.”

he turns the tv down and drapes his old, scratchy afghan over you. you don’t know when it happens, maybe during some ridiculous commercial for glow-in-the-dark socks, but you fall asleep with your head still on his shoulder.

when you wake up, the tea’s gone, replaced by a cup of melted ice cream with a sticky spoon, meanwhile Stan is snoring loudly with his arm protectively thrown over you.

[cmdrfupa]

Former rivals now business partners, Toji and Kento have made it clear that two heads are better than one as they run the top boxing club in the city. But now you've made an appearance in their lives and the static from all those years ago may still feel as fresh as ever.

a/n: IDK. Happy Belated V-Day lol. I was in a silly goofy mood while writing this and now here we are. smut, fluff, toji and nanami. what a time

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The gym smelled like sweat, metal, and old leather—an oddly comforting mix as you stepped inside, taking in the rhythmic sounds of fists hitting heavy bags and the occasional grunt of effort. It wasn’t a commercial fitness center; no polished mirrors or spa-like amenities. This place had character. The kind of gym where people actually worked, where blood and sweat stained the mats, and the air buzzed with raw energy.

You hesitated near the entrance, scanning for a front desk or someone who looked like they were in charge. Two pink haired guys taking turns kicking a punching bag, a tall blonde woman working the ropes. Everyone in earshot range was occupied.

“Maybe this is a sign,” you whispered to yourself as you looked at the dark gray walls that were littered with old school boxing posters. You stopped at a large poster of a large set of shoulders with an almost iridescent snake wrapped around the thick neck. “This is definitely a sign. Heavenly Heavy Hitter Fushiguro?” you read it as if it were the most absurd thing you’d seen today.

A man stood in the center of the gym, taping his wrists with slow, practiced ease. Tall, broad, and built like a wrecking ball, he had the kind of presence that made people step aside without him even asking. His dark hair was a little messy, a few strands falling into his sharp, wolfish eyes. His black tank top clung to his frame, showing off muscle that wasn’t just for show. He watched as you took in the match posters on the wall.

You hadn’t noticed him yet, but he definitely noticed you.

“Lost?” he called out, voice lazy but deep, carrying over the sounds of training.

You straightened, clearing your throat before turning around. “Uh, no. I mean, maybe? I was looking to sign up for some of your beginner training classes.”

He tilted his head slightly, lips twitching into a smirk as he finished wrapping his hands. “Yeah? You train?”

“Not really,” you admitted. “But I wanted to try something new. To keep myself active.”

He walked over, sizing you up in a way that wasn’t judgmental but definitely assessing. Up close, he was even more intimidating—but there was something in his gaze, a flicker of curiosity beneath all that casual confidence.

“New, huh?” His smirk widened. “Guess I could show you a thing or two.”

Before you could respond, he nodded toward the ring. “Come on. Let’s see what you got.”

You blinked. “Wait—now?”

“Best way to learn is by doing,” he shrugged, already pulling on his gloves. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll go easy on you.”

Something told you he was about to have way too much fun with this.

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Stepping into the ring, you walked closely behind him as he grabbed a pair of gloves from the nearby stool and turned to you.

“Hands out.” He took your right hand, fitting your hand snugly inside and velcroing the wrist before doing the same to your left. The feeling of the weight settled against your hands as you brought them together, punching your fist into one another all while Toji stood in front of you, rolling his shoulders as he raised his hands in a loose guard.

“Alright,” he said, voice smooth, “first lesson—stance. Keep your feet planted, one a little ahead of the other. Stable, but light.”

You copied his movements as best you could, adjusting when he took a step forward and nudged your foot into place with his own. His presence was overwhelming up close, but you pushed past it, focusing on his words.

“Good,” he nodded. “Now, basic jab. Pop it out quick, straight from your shoulder.”

You threw a few hesitant jabs, feeling ridiculous at first, but his sharp eyes watched each movement with scrutiny.

“Loosen up. Too stiff, you’ll telegraph your moves if you want anything to have even the slightest impact.”

You exhaled, shaking the tension from your shoulders before trying again. This time, he nodded approvingly.

“Not bad, you’ve got some grit.” he admitted. “Now, let’s see if you can hit me.”

Your eyes widened. “Wait, what?”

His smirk was pure amusement. “Come on, just try. I won’t hit back—this time.”

You hesitated for a moment before throwing a quick jab toward him. He swayed effortlessly out of the way, the motion almost lazy. “Again.”

You tried another. And another. Each time, he dodged with minimal effort, looking downright entertained. “You’ve gotta hit me. This is suppose to be boxing.”

Irritation flared. He was toying with you.

Gritting your teeth, you took a step forward and threw a quick jab—but at the last second, you shifted and aimed a light hook instead.

Your gloved fist actually connected with his ribs.

Toji stilled. Then, to your utter disbelief, he grinned. A real grin, full of something wild and pleased.

“Well, well,” he mused, shaking out his arms. “Guess you’re a fast learner.”

“That.. how did I do that?”

Toji came up to you and lightly tapped your gloves. “You’re finding your power.”

You looked down at your hands like they held some type of magic in them as he chuckled.

“You’ve gotta get out of your head. Don’t think about how hard you might hit me. Just hit me. And ignore all the grunting going on. Its just you and I in the ring, no one else matters.”

“Its just.. a lot. What if I hit you too hard? How can you ignore the sounds? Its like being in a pit of bears or some shit.”

Toji came up closer to you and leaned in, leaving a foot of space between you. “Mind closing your eyes for me?”

Your heart quickened for a millisecond before nodding. “Sure.” you hesitated before letting them flutter shut. “Okay.”

“Thank you.” Toji could sense the nervousness in how you held your shoulders, he took a step back. “Alright. Now visualize me and this ring. I’m still the same distance away, still holding my hands up.”

“Huh?”

“Visualize.” He reiterated.

You shook your head. “I can’t.”

“Listen to how close I am. You could hear me just fine, yes?”

You nodded.

“Perfect. Now, listen for where my voice is going as I sway. Take your stance and let your fist find me.”

Doing as he asked, you planted your feet, placing one foot just slightly ahead of the other before bringing your hands to your chest. “Okay.”

He leaned to the left, “One.” your fist hit his palm within seconds.

“Again. One, two.”

You reached out, quick punches in the direction of his voice until you began to notice the pattern.

“Take notice of how the movement feels for your body. You naturally jab hook when you let your body lead. Keep doing that.” Toji stood directly in front of you, watching the intricate way your torso just casually knew to twist in order to get a proper hit. “I’m going to step forward and adjust your guard.”

“You’re gonna hit me?” a hint of concern coated your words.

“No. Never. I just want you to get use how this feeling is for you. You’ve gotta put it all together.” Toji gently grabbed your elbow and brought them toward your body then raised your hands so the gloves covered your face.

You opened your eyes, peeking really, to see Toji biting his bottom lip while he adjusted your hands.

“Now bring your chin down. I should be able to see you between your gloves.” his thumb lightly grazed your chin as he brought it down for you and smiled.:”Perfection.”

The stomach thing. The stomach thing happened. “Yep.”

“Now one more time. Eyes open.”He tapped your gloves and went back to a loose guard and planted his feet. “Remember. Keep your eyes forward, on me. I’m your target.”

You waited for him to sway then you popped a quick jab, this time going back to guard your face as you watched him weave his head.

He rocked, one two and you shifted effortlessly, landing a quick jab then right hook, causing you to jump back with a smile and Toji to raise his hands above his head. “Atta girl, Look at you!”

“That was correct? That felt a little.. too good.”

Toji nodded coming to help you remove your gloves. “With a little more power, you could’ve rocked my shit. Good job.”

“So does this mean you have a boxing class to put me in?”

Toji grinned and took the gloves from you. “Unfortunately no. But I have some defense kickboxing courses with all fem people that I hold on weekends from 9am til 10:30 then another from 11 to noon- thirty.”

“Is it some fufu bs because it’s women? I want to learn actual technique, not some watered down defense.”

You seemed to take offense to this and for some odd reason, Toji found that hilarious.

“No. What you just learned with me is the part of the first days lesson. And I wouldn’t call that ‘fufu bs’.”

Your cheeks warmed and you went over to grab your belongings. “So… which do you lead?”

“Neither.” He stated matter of factly. “You see those two over there? The pink starburst for hair guys?”

You looked back to the see the leaner of the two recording the bulkier one as he did what you could make out to be as a tutorial of some sort. “Uh huh..”

“Yuji and Ryo K. My best here at the club.”

“You aren’t the best?”

Toji looked down at you, raising an eyebrow as he really took you in since you came in. He watched you jush out your fro and smiled as you sipped your water. “I can be. Wanna find out why I own the place.”

“Heavenly Heavy-hitter.” you spoke lowly as if you couldn’t be heard saying his name.

“In the flesh.” He matched your tone.

You felt the need to straighten your posture, rolling your shoulders so you could erect your back. “Sorry for hitting you.. three times.”

“Part of the job. Don’t worry. But you could make it up to me if you really feel bad.”

“Not exactly feeling bad but I did just smack around the owner soooo… tell me and it’s done.” Your eyes shined as you waited to hear his offer.”

He laughed and ran his hand through his wet hair. “Have dinner with me. This weekend so you can tell me all about your first course here.”

“Deal.” no chance to even think about it. No reason to overthink. “Dinner with the heavy hitter it is.”

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Buzzing about your date later that night, you spent your Saturday afternoon knocking out your to do list, ending with picking up some items for your Sunday dinner.

It was just supposed to be a fairly quick stop. A short errand squeezed between the rest of your day, in and out without much thought. But apparently everyone else in the neighborhood had the same idea.

“Thank goodness there was a buggy left.” you looked down at your list as you slowly made your way down your first aisle, grabbing a small container of sugar cubes and confectioner sugar then maneuvering around 3 people standing in the middle of the aisle.

Tall, blond, dressed a little too sharply for a casual grocery run.

You first noticed him near the produce section. His sleeves were rolled up just enough to hint at the strength beneath, his movements precise as he picked through a selection of oranges, inspecting the navels on a few before he added them into a bag. He barely spared you a glance, offering only the smallest nod of acknowledgment before he walked off from the aisle.

You picked up a bag of pears and two lemons, going back to scratching them off of your list before exhaling and slowly trekking to the bakery.

Amazing enough, you ran into him again. This time, you didn’t let him get away without a word. You were letting the energy of the day make you a little more extroverted.

“You don’t look like the type to buy pastries,” you said, watching as he considered a loaf of sourdough.

He turned, brow slightly raised. “And what type would that be?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. Serious, maybe. Too structured to indulge in fresh bread.”

A pause. Then, to your surprise, he let out a small, almost amused sigh. “I enjoy good bread.”

“Well, I’m more of a sweets person,” you admitted, tapping a package of chocolate croissants. “But I respect your choices.”

“I’m glad.” Another nod—like you’d passed some unspoken test—before he placed the bread in his basket and walked away, looking back at you putting a loaf of potato bread in your basket and striking it off of your list. Internally, he was fighting the urge to bother you.

“Imagine being one of those men being recorded because you cant read the room. Let it go, Kento.” he thought as he turned to the next aisle, thinking of your radiant smile as he added pasta to his basket.

Now the third time felt less like coincidence. Coffee aisle. You stood, contemplating which roast to go for, when you heard his voice behind you.

“You seem indecisive.”

You turned, finding him beside you, his own gaze locked on the shelves. “And you seem like someone who knows exactly what they want.”

“Usually.” He reached for a bag and handed it to you. “Try this. Very robust flavor. Perfect even for those with a sweet tooth.”

You examined it, then smirked. “If I hate it, I’m blaming you.”

“I’ll take that risk.” He gave a small smile and reached for a second bag of same coffee placing it in his own basket.

The rest of your shopping trip went without a hitch. You didn’t find yourself bumping into the blonde haired beauty but you ended up finding everything you needed. “Just need to grab some laundry detergent and we’re done.” you folded your list and threw it in your purse as you approached your final item.

You stared at the large box on the top shelf, sighing internally. Of course. Too high.

Without hesitation, he came up to your side and looked at you. “Need assistance?”

He followed your gaze, then smoothly plucked the fresh linens detergent from the shelf and handed it to you. His fingers brushed yours—just slightly—but enough to make your pulse stutter. You definitely weren’t staring at his forearms.

“Thanks,” you said, grinning. “Guess all that bread keeps you strong.”

He huffed out a quiet laugh. “Something like that.”

Silence stretched, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. If anything, there was a weight to it, like something unsaid hanging between you. Then, shifting his basket to one hand, he spoke.

“You seem... interesting.” He chose the words carefully, like he wasn’t used to making impulsive decisions.

“Strange way of calling me beautiful but I’ll take it.” You teased. ‘You seem quite interesting yourself.”

You saw his ears turn just a faint hint of pink at the tips. “Interesting and beautiful, absolutely. Would you like to continue this conversation over lunch so I can make a more astute observation thats better than just ‘interesting’?”

You blinked. “Are you asking me out?”

“Yes.” A beat passed. “Unless you’d rather keep meeting in random grocery aisles.”

You laughed, warmth creeping up your neck. “Lunch sounds better.”

He nodded once, like a deal had been struck. “Good. My names Nanami Kento but call me Kento. Here’s my card.” he held it out and placed it in your hand.

“I’ll call you tonight.”

He smiled. “Looking forward to it.”

And just like that, a simple errand turned into something much more interesting.

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You didn’t feel the usual first date anxiety like usual with Toji. He kept conversation nice and short during the week with getting basic information like favorite foods and doing the formal ‘how are you today?” check-ins. From that it was clear how he was more of a in person kid of guy, which you could learn to appreciate.

The restaurant was lively, the scent of sizzling meat filling the air as you slid into the booth across from where Toji was sliding in. He looked completely at ease, one arm resting along the back of his seat, eyes scanning the menu with a lazy confidence.

“You’ve been here before,” you noted, watching the faint smirk tug at his lips.

“Course,” he said, glancing up at you. “Gotta know the good spots if you wanna eat right.”

“So, what’s the move, then? Gonna impress me with your order?”

Toji chuckled, setting the menu down. “I could, but where’s the fun in that? Let’s see if you can keep up first.”

Your eyes narrowed playfully. “Is that a challenge?”

“More like a test.” He leaned forward slightly, voice dropping just enough to make your skin warm. “Gotta see if you can handle a little heat.”

“You sound pretty confident in your ability to bring the heat, Fushiguro.”

“What, you doubting me already?” He grinned, motioning for the server. “Let’s get started, sweetheart. Pick your choices and leave the rest to me.”

The waiter got the grill fired up, and soon enough, Toji was handling the meat with an easy skill, flipping each piece with just the right timing. He moved with a casual precision, but there was something undeniably attractive about the way he took control. Every piece of food, he’d give you the first few pieces before he served himself. This time, 2 of the pieces of sirloin he held over the flame.

“Ready? This one should be perfect.”

You held your plate up and shook your head with a laugh. “Toji, you also need to enjoy some of this. You take one of these.”

He winked and placed both slices on your plate. “Next few are for me so you have time to clear your plate.”

“So, you cook often?” you asked, picking up a piece he had just finished grilling and popping it into your mouth.

“Only when I gotta.” He watched you chew, eyes flickering with something unreadable. “Good?”

“Damn good,” you admitted. “I think you’ve earned some points.”

“Only some?” He tisked, shaking his head. “Tough crowd.”

You laughed, nudging his foot under the table. “You’ll live. But tell me something—what exactly do you do, besides being suspiciously good at grilling meat and running your gym?”

Toji chewed thoughtfully, smirking. “Just keep myself out of trouble.”

“You? Trouble?” you teased.

Toji chuckled before grabbing his beer and taking a small swig. “All kinds. Use to be my favorite thing to do when I didn’t have much to do.”

“Mmm. So running the gym is what keeps you in line?”

“Something like that. What about you, Miss lady? I’m sure you do things outside of coming to my gym and making me teach you basic boxing.”

He grinned as you playfully rolled your eyes. “I’m honestly a bit of homebody. Not sure if me being active in online communities counts but I do love going to little pop up events around town.”

“Such as?”

You hesitated for a second. All of a sudden you lost that streak of confidence you’d been filling since meeting him. You took a sip of water and cleared your throat.

“Like anime and pop culture things. Ever heard of Demon Slayer?”

Toji seemed almost confused to you. He chewed for just a moment more then spoke up. “The show with that Michael Jackson looking motherfucker with the eyes?”

It took everything in you to not bust out into the loudest laugh you could. You instead opted to let out a chortle, pushing out a deep breath while he did the same.

“Muzan, yes.” You replied. “There was a Demon Slayer pop up about two weeks ago. Me and a couple of friends went to it. Food, merch, chance to meet other fans.”

“Oh, my son told me about that. He said it was a cool event.”

You blinked. “Your son?”

Toji glanced up, chewing, before realizing your surprise. “Oh. Yeah. Didn’t mention that, huh?”

“Nope.” You shook your head, still processing. “Kind of a big thing to leave out before a first date.”

He exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah. I tend to forget to mention it since he isn’t a small kid anymore. Didn’t mean to spring it on you like that.”

“How old is he?”

“Nineteen.”

That gave you pause. “Wait, really?”

Toji smirked at your reaction. “Yeah. We’ve had a… bumpy few years. Trying to patch things up now. He’s a good kid. Mouthy but great.”

“I’m sure you have no idea where that came from.”

Toji smiled and finished grilling a piece of corn and plated it for you.

There was something softer in his voice when he spoke about mending things with his son. Something that made you see past the easy confidence to the man beneath it.

You nodded, offering a small smile. “I think it’s good you’re working on it.”

Toji held your gaze for a beat before grinning again, the weight of the moment easing. “That so? Well, don’t start thinking I’m some sentimental guy now.”

You smirked, leaning forward. “Oh, don’t worry. You’d have to do a lot more than that to convince me.”

“I’ve gotta stand. Sorry. My backs feeling a little stiff” He slid out the booth.

You shook your head. “No worries. We’ve been here for awhile.”

He stretched, his shirts rising just a bit as he rolled his shoulders back. He reached above his head, and there it was: a dark, dense happy trail that led all the way down to what you were certain was to be a pot of gold--

“You checking me out, sweetheart?”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t fight the grin. “You just happen to be in my line of sight.”

Toji hummed, clearly unconvinced. “Mm. Convenient.” He sat back down. This time, scooting to sit just a little closer to you.

The conversation flowed effortlessly between bites, teasing laced in every exchange. He was smooth, but not in an over-rehearsed way—just natural confidence, the kind that made it easy to get caught up in the moment.

By the time the last of the meat was gone, you were leaning forward, elbows on the table, grinning at him. “I’ll admit it. You make a damn good dinner companion.”

Toji smirked, resting his chin in his hand. “That so?”

“Mhm. Might have to let you take me out on another date just to make sure you’re really this good.”

He reached across, tapping your chin with the end of his chopsticks. “Careful, sweetheart. Say things like that, and I might start thinking you like me.”

You caught the chopsticks, holding his gaze. “And what if I do?”

For the first time that night, Toji didn’t have a quick comeback. Instead, he just smirked—slow, dangerous—and let the silence speak for itself.

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The garden café was a stark contrast to the lively buzz of the KBBQ restaurant with Toji. Soft alternative played in the background, the scent of freshly baked confections filling the air. It seemed like the complete opposite of the type of place Kento would be into.

The warm glow of hanging lights gave the tucked away eatery a cozy ambiance, and for a moment, you thought about how different this felt already.

Toji was the fun catch. Probably the exact opposite of what you usually dated but it felt right. He kept in contact after the first date, checking in, sending great questions to get to know your day to day, making impromptu plans for a night of bowling and dinner midweek that you were really looking forward to.

You tried to feel bad about dating two people at once but it was still the early stages and you could have your fun until it gets serious. No harm, no foul.

Looking around the small room, you found Kento waiting at a small table near the window, a book beside his untouched cup of coffee. He glanced up when you entered, standing politely as you approached.

“You’re early,” you noted, smiling.

He nodded., also smiling “So are you. It’s great to see you.”

You took the seat across from him, amused by his neatly pressed collar under the cable crew neck sweater he dawned and the way he folded his hands over the table, ever the picture of composure. The server came by, taking your orders and after, you leaned in slightly. “So, do you always bring a book on dates?”

Nanami glanced at it briefly. “Only when I’m not sure if my company will arrive on time.”

You laughed. “So I passed the test?”

“Hm. Barely.” His lips quirked, the smallest hint of amusement breaking through his otherwise serious expression.

“Whats the book about?”

He smoothly pushed the book over to you. “Dragonfly in Amber from the Outlander series. I am rather new to the hubbub but I caught an episode of the series and wanted to find the books.”

Well loved, slightly tattered corners and a bookmark that you knew to be a receipt. You softly laughed as you flipped through the pages.

“You’ve got just a little left. Enjoying it?”

“Immensely. Didn’t think I still enjoyed historical fiction and fantasy like I did as a teen, but I’m invested.”

You raised your brow, “Did you read American Gods by He who we won’t be naming as of right now?”

Kento gave you a smile that you almost missed before chuckling. “I went on a 3 hour rant about the series in high school to my best friend and he hasn’t let me forget about that. So yes.”

“Now I guess its my turn to listen in.” you leaned forward.

“Well first,” Kento pushed his sleeves up and grinned, “Fuck Neil Gaiman.”

With that, you knew you were in for a treat.

As the date went on, you found conversation with Kento easy, in a way that was different from Toji. With Toji, there had been an undeniable heat, a teasing energy that felt like a game. But with Kento, there was a depth to the fun, a steadiness that made every exchange feel like a light game of tug of war.

“You have a good sense of humor,” you remarked after a particularly dry comment of his made you snort into your drink.

He sighed, shaking his head. “That’s what people say when they’re surprised.”

You grinned. “Maybe. You just seem like you despise meetings and people who turn meetings into a social hour. Very serious.”

“I’m serious when necessary.” He tilted his head slightly, considering you. “But I do enjoy good company.”

Your stomach did a little flip at the way he said it, voice low and sure. The moment lingered, charged in a subtle way, before he shifted slightly, exhaling as if bracing himself for something.

“I should be honest with you,” Kento said, voice dipping into something quieter. “I don’t really date casually. If I’m pursuing someone, it’s because I see it going somewhere.”

You blinked, momentarily caught off guard by his directness. “Oh.”

“If that’s something you’re unsure about,” he continued, watching you carefully, “I understand. But I’d like to see you again. I find you incredibly charming and such a breath of fresh air.”

There was no pressure in his words, just quiet sincerity. And maybe it was the way he made you feel so at ease, or the warmth that had been steadily growing between you all afternoon into the evening, but your answer came easily.

“I’d like that too.”

Nanami exhaled softly, as if he’d been holding his breath. Then, just like that, he nodded, returning to his usual composed self. “Good.”

You smirked. “And here I thought you weren’t the type to smile.”

“I do,” he mused, picking up his coffee, “when given a reason.”

“So you have one now?” you countered.

“A very beautiful one in front of me right now.”

And from the way he looked at you then, you had a feeling you’d be giving him plenty.

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Toji sat on the edge of his bed, phone in hand, thumb hovering over your contact. It was late—not too late—but late enough that he hesitated.

"Tch." He exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Just call, dumb ass.”

This wasn’t something he usually did. Call someone just because he’d been thinking about them too much. Because he wanted to hear their voice. Because he was starting to crave something steady, something real, and that was the last thing he thought he wanted.

Only a few months and he was whipped.

“Just call. Tell her you miss her.” He hyped himself up and sighed.

Before he could talk himself out of it, he hit the call button.

The phone rang once. Twice.

“Hey, Toji!”

Your voice—smooth, warm yet excited, familiar—sent something tight through his chest.

“Hey.” He cleared his throat, shifting his weight. "You busy?"

"Not really. Just settling in for the evening. What’s up?”

Toji exhaled through his nose. "Nothin’ really. Just figured I’d call."

A pause.

"...Figured you’d call?" You repeated, amusement slipping into your tone. "Well, this is a first."

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled, already regretting this. “Don’t make it weird.”

"I’m not," you teased. "Just appreciating the moment."

Toji huffed, but he could hear the smile in your voice, and somehow, that made it easier.

“Anyway,” he said, shifting the subject.”I have some friends in town and some from my circle here.. We’re going to be heading out for some drinks, catching up and all that this weekend. Thought you might wanna come.”

That got your attention.

"Oh?" There was a playful lilt to your voice. "Are you introducing me to your friends, Fushiguro?"

Toji clicked his tongue, a huff of a laugh leaving his lips. “Don’t say it like that.”

"Like what?" You laughed.

"Like it’s a big deal," he muttered, rubbing his temple. “It’s just drinks. No big deal. Figured you’d enjoy it. Some of them will have their partners with them. Just thought, you know..”

There was another pause—short, but he felt it. Then,

"I’d love to."

He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

"Good. I’ll text you the details."

"Looking forward to it," you said, and he could hear your smile again.

When you hung up, Toji stared at his phone for a second longer than he needed to, lips twitching.

"Tch. Damn brat’s got me wrapped up in this."

And he genuinely didn’t mind being all wrapped up for you.

____

The bar was buzzing, low golden lights and neon signs covered the dark brick walls that kept the crowded space. You were nestled comfortably right next to Toji as his friend surrounded you at each turn. The pink haired brothers were in attendance, some gym colleagues, pals from his prime and a guy named Shiu who kept asking you just what was it that had you willing to be seen in public with ‘ToFu’.

Friends, drink in hand, laughing at a story one of them was telling. It had been surprisingly easy to blend in—their energy was rowdy but good-natured, and Toji, ever the instigator, made sure to keep you engaged.

He leaned in closer, kissing your temple as his breath brushed your ear as he murmured, “Didn’t think you’d fit in this well.”

You smirked, tilting your head toward him. “Oh? Thought I’d be shy?”

“Nah.” He took a slow sip of his drink, eyeing you. “Just figured you’d be a little thrown off. My people can be a lot.”

You glanced around—his people were definitely a lot, but in the best way. One of them had an arm slung over another’s shoulder, laughing too hard at a joke. Someone else was dramatically reenacting a moment from a fight at the gym. And yet, despite all the chaos, it felt easy. Like you’d been here before. He had good people around him and you could tell it meant the world for them to welcome you so easily.

Toji watched you take it all in, his expression unreadable for a second before he said, “There was someone I really wanted you to meet tonight, but he got caught up with something.”

You turned back to him. “Oh? Someone important?”

Toji shrugged. “Old friend and business partner. Known him a long time. Thought you two would get along.” He smirked, taking another sip of his drink. “Guess we’ll see when we get together soon.”

Something about the way he said it made you curious, but before you could ask, someone called his name. “Be right back sweet girl.”

“Take your time. Gonna get another drink.” He kissed the top of your head before making his way off the couch and to the other side of the bar, now pulled into another conversation.

You let it go, enjoying the rest of the night and ordering another blue Hawaiian.

Then your phone buzzed. You glanced down, heart skipping slightly when you saw the name.

Kento Nanami.

You swiped open the message.

>Thinking of you. Glad I got to see you this morning.

A small smile tugged at your lips. Then, another text popped up.

>Would you like to be my plus one for a wedding? I know its last minute but wasn’t sure whats too fast for a wedding invite..

Your stomach flipped. The timing was almost comical—here you were, hanging out with Toji, being immersed in his world and now Nanami was casually asking you to a wedding.

“I really have to figure this shit out soon.” you whispered to yourself. “Can you add an extra shot to that blue Hawaiian? Lets just double it, actually.”

You glanced up at Toji, who was still caught up in conversation, unaware of the coincidence unfolding in your hands.

Biting your lip, you tapped out a response.

<Hmm. Tell me more.

As you stared at Nanami’s message, fingers hovering over the keyboard, a slow grin crept onto your lips. A wedding invite? That was definitely unexpected.

Toji’s voice pulled you back into the present. “You good?”

You quickly locked your phone and looked up to see him watching you with that sharp, unreadable expression of his. You weren’t sure if he’d caught your shift in focus, but there was something in his gaze—mild curiosity, maybe.

“Yeah,” you said easily, swirling the last bit of your drink before taking the fresh one. “Just got an interesting text.”

Toji arched a brow, smirking. “From some poor bastard trying to win you over?”

You snorted. “Something like that.”

Toji chuckled, leaning back against the bar, bringing you with him. “Well, whoever it is, tell ‘em they gotta step their game up if they wanna keep up.”

You hummed, pocketing your phone. “Oh? And what’s the standard, exactly?” you sat your drink down and wrapped your arms around Toji’s neck. He gently rested his fingers at your waist, tracing the curve before running his hand up your side.

His smirk deepened as he studied you. “Guess you’ll have to stick around and find out.”

“Count me in then.”

He leaned in for a quick peck and brushed a coil from your face. ‘Counted.”

The heat in his gaze sent a small thrill down your spine, but before the moment could stretch into something heavier, one of his friends called for another round, and Toji turned to flag down the bartender. “What would they do without me, huh?” he joked before letting you go but not letting you stray. He kept a hand behind him as he leaned over the bar, reaching so you could hold his hand. You grabbed onto a belt loop and grinned.

“Good girl.”

With his attention elsewhere, you pulled your phone back out and finally typed a reply to Nanami.

<A wedding, huh? Sounds like an interesting night.

His response came quicker than expected.

>It will be. More so if you’re there.

You pressed your lips together, amused by his smoothness.

<Then I’d be honored to be your plus one.

<If its okay.. mind if I come by once I wrap up with my friends? Want to see you before your trip.

Just as you sent the message, Toji nudged your arm, drawing you back to the moment. “C’mon,” he said, handing you your drink. “No more distractions. Tonight’s about fun.”

You smiled, raising your glass to his and sitting your phone down. “Agreed.”

But even as you laughed and enjoyed the night with Toji, you couldn’t help but glance at your phone every so often, wondering just who else is trying to get your attention.

_____

Nanami set his phone down on the table, exhaling softly as he ran a hand through his hair. A small part of him hadn’t expected an immediate response to his invitation, but when he saw the reply pop up—

>Then I’d be honored to be your plus one.

>If its okay.. mind if I come by once I wrap up with my friends? Want to see you before your trip.

<Call me when you're on your way. See you soon

—he felt a quiet satisfaction settle in his chest.

He let the message sit for a moment before locking his phone and stretching his shoulders. The day had been long, but not unbearable. He glanced at the time—just past 11 PM. He wanted to make it out to meet the woman who could stand to be around Toji for longer than 5 minutes, but business had to be handled.

Toji was probably still out with his group, which meant he was either three drinks in or already being egged into a round of arm-wrestling.

Shaking his head, Nanami grabbed his phone again and scrolled to Toji’s contact, pressing call.

The line rang twice before a gruff, familiar voice answered. “Yeah?”

Nanami leaned back in his chair. “Still alive, I assume?”

There was a low chuckle on the other end. “Barely. These bastards keep tryin’ to make me drink like I don’t have shit to do in the morning.”

Nanami smirked. “That ‘shit’ wouldn’t happen to be our spar, would it?”

“Depends.” Toji sounded amused. “You gonna actually put up a fight this time, or you still stickin’ to that technical shit?”

Nanami sighed, already used to this brand of provocation. “It’s called strategy, Toji.”

“It’s called boring, Kento.” Toji huffed. “But yeah, we’re still on. What, you thought I’d bail?”

Nanami let a beat pass. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

Toji scoffed. “Tch. That was one time, and I had a good reason.”

“Falling asleep doesn’t count as a good reason.”

Toji outright laughed at that, the sound cutting through the noise in the background.

“Fair enough,” he admitted. “Anyway, what’s got you callin’ this late? You miss me?”

Nanami rolled his eyes, ignoring the warmth of familiarity in the exchange. “Just checking in. wanted to see how the night out with everyone was.”

“Yeah?” Toji paused. “It’s winding down. Had a few drinks but I think I’m ready to call it a night. You got plans tonight?”

Nanami glanced at his phone, at the last message he’d sent. His fingers drummed against the table. “Nothing too pressing. Once I finished with those investors, I just wanted to turn in for the night.”

There was a small beat of silence before Toji spoke again. “Huh. Guess that means I’m not the only one seeing someone interesting lately.”

Nanami’s brows lifted slightly, chuckling as he didn’t take the bait. “Not sure how you got that from me saying I wanted to come straight home.”

“I mean, I couldn’t even tempt you with an old fashioned. Clearly I’ve got competition.”

“See you in the morning, Toji.”

“Yeah, yeah. Try not to dream about me.”

Nanami ended the call before Toji could get another word in, shaking his head at his friend’s usual antics.

Tomorrow, they’d spar like they always did. Just another routine morning between them.

At least, that’s what Nanami told himself.

____

Kento met Toji during his first year in the professional league. Young, no where near impressionable but he was 26 and in the same weight class as the then current reigning heavy weight champ, Toji “Heavenly Heavy-hitter” Fushiguro. Second longest holder of the title until Kento came along and jump started the beginning of the end of Toji’s in ring career:

The seventh round was brutal.

Nanami’s breath was heavy, sweat trailing down his temple as he squared up once more. Across from him, Toji rolled out his shoulders, shaking off the last hit like it was nothing—but Nanami knew better.

He’d felt it. The slight hesitation in Toji’s movement, the way his stance adjusted just a little too late. The man was powerful, aggressive, experienced—but he was also slowing down. He was on the verge of not having enough fight.

Toji grinned through the ache settling in his ribs. “Not bad, kid.”

Nanami didn’t respond. He never did, not in the ring. He just tightened his guard and waited for the next move.

Toji took the bait. He always did.

He lunged, throwing a hook aimed right for Nanami’s side. But Nanami had spent six rounds studying him, learning the way he moved, the way he favored power over precision. And this time, he was ready.

He sidestepped just enough to let the punch skim past before snapping forward, a clean right uppercut landing square under Toji’s chin.

The impact sent a sharp crack through the arena. Toji’s head snapped back, his stance faltering—then, just as quickly, Nanami followed up with a left cross, striking right through Toji’s loose guard to his ribs.

Toji’s body swayed before his legs finally gave out.

The crowd erupted as the referee rushed in, starting the count.

Nanami didn’t move. He stood still, heart pounding, waiting. Toji groaned from the mat, blinking up at the lights above him. He could hear the count, knew his time was running out—but for once, he didn’t push himself to rise.

Every time he was asked when was he going to retire his answer was always “When someone knocks me out and the heavens open. That’ll be my time.”

And it did. That day, in front of millions, Toji happily accepted retirement and handed over the title to Kento “Time Keeper” Nanami

“…Shit.” A breathy chuckle left his lips as he exhaled through his nose, tasting copper. “Guess that’s that.”

The count hit ten.

The fight was over.

Nanami had won.

When the referee raised his hand, he barely registered the cheers. His gaze remained on Toji as the man was helped to keep standing up. Their eyes met, and for a moment, Nanami braced himself for bitterness—resentment, maybe.

Instead, Toji smirked, wiping blood from his lip. “Didn’t think a rookie could drop me like that.” He embraced him, speaking directly into his ear. “You got me.”

Nanami took a slow breath before finally speaking. “You made me really fight for it. But you underestimated me.”

Toji scoffed. “That won’t happen again.”

It didn’t.

In the weeks that followed, Toji reached out—not as a sore loser, but as someone who saw something in Nanami that others hadn’t. They trained together, Toji pushing Nanami beyond what his previous coaches had dared to and they became the duo of there time.

And when Nanami eventually retired early from the ring 7 years later, it wasn’t the end of their dynamic.

It was just the beginning.

__

The cadenced sound of gloves smacking against pads filled the air as Toji and Nanami circled each other in the ring, sweat glistening on their skin under the overhead lights. It wasn’t a serious match—just an easy back-and-forth, a way to stay sharp and kill time between training sessions and before a final investors meeting.

“You’ve been looking a little distracted, pretty boy,” Toji smirked, ducking under a jab before landing a playful tap against Nanami’s ribs. “What’s got you all caught up in your head?”

Nanami exhaled sharply, stepping back and rolling his shoulders. “I’ve been seeing someone.”

Toji’s grin widened. “No shit? Me too.” He danced back on the balls of his feet, shaking out his hands. “Met her here at the gym actually. She’s different from the usual crowd—fun, smart. Real easy to talk to.”

“She a boxer? Or just looking to train.” Nanami leaned back against the ropes, rolling his neck before beginning to remove his gloves.

“She came in wanting to sign up for some beginners kickboxing courses. We did some friendly sparring and it turned into a whole thing.”

Kento smirked. “A whole thing he says.” He smoothed his hair back and raised his eyebrows, amazed at how casually Toji was talking about this. “So clearly she isn’t just some fling. Shes meeting friends and even has you going to bed before 2 am on a Friday.”

Toji smacked his lips and laughed. “She’s a great girl. Sweet, really into her books and interest. I really dig her.”

“Well good. Maybe now you’ll stop trying to drag me out of the house since you have someone else to take with you.”

“I’ll never stop trying.” Toji grinned and pulled his shirt over his head. “So how about you? Where’d you meet your girl?”

Kento slid his glasses back on, nodding. “I met mine at the store.”

“The store?” Toji barked a laugh, throwing a lazy hook that Nanami effortlessly deflected. “What, she bump into you in the bakery section and you share a baguette?”

Nanami sighed, but there was a small smirk threatening at the corner of his mouth. “She enjoys sweets, conventions and historical fantasy, We ran into each other in about 5 different aisles and I ended up asking her out for lunch. She’s is really something special. Intelligent, kind. Kinda quirky. Like a breath of fresh air.”

“Look at Time Keeper, Kento. All ready to settle down.”

“Its only been a few months.” He spoke firmly, his thoughts now drifting to you as he visualized how he saw you last. Hair in twist, gold cuffs dawned on every other strand as you sat in his lap. “But I think she’s good for me. Definitely getting me out of my comfort zone with the conventions she wants to take me to.”

Toji hummed, stepping back to wipe the sweat from his forehead. “She’d probably like my girl. She’s into anime and other pop culture events. She had me way across town looking for trinkets. She’s got a weird thing for those little anime snacks—Demon Slayer, I think?” He shook his head, amused.

“She gets these ones with a little prize inside. Has me looking for one of a guy named... Gyomei?”

Nanami froze mid-step. His stance didn’t change, but there was a flicker of realization in his sharp gaze. He blinked once. Then twice.

“…Gyomei.” The name left his lips like a heavy revelation.

Toji raised an eyebrow. “Yeah. What’s up?”

Nanami sighed, unraveling the tape from his hands, thinking, movements deliberate. “Is she also looking for one with white hair?”

“Tengen.” they spoke in unison.

“It’s the same woman.” Kento couldn’t help but huff out a chuckle, head now swimming at the actual thought of dating the same person as Toji.

For a beat, there was silence. Then Toji’s grin stretched wider, a chuckle building in his chest before spilling into full-blown laughter. “Oh, this is rich.” He ran a hand through his damp hair, shaking his head. “So, we’ve been dating the same girl this whole time?”

Nanami pinched the bridge of his nose. “It appears so.”

Toji leaned on the ropes, still chuckling. “Well, well, Ken. We’ve got a problem.”

“I don’t see a problem. I’m not planning on stepping back.”

Toji grinned. “Good. You shouldn’t.”

“You don’t plan on doing so either. I see.”

There was a beat of silence. Then, Toji smirked. “We both think highly of her.”

“We do. And I personally don’t want to give any ultimatums. We’re adults.”

Soooo… you wanna mess with her a little? Just to make her heart race a little.”

Nanami sighed, rubbing his temple. “I have an idea…but what do you have in mind?”

­____________________

Toji has asked you out for an impromptu lunch since he’d been busy in the last week. Kento had also been a bit busy, explaining that his business partner had some final plans that he needed to sign off on before the end of the week.

So you seemingly decided to enjoy the slow down of your dating life while they lived their lives.

You walked into Toji’s gym, looking around until your eyes landed on the two gentlemen.

Toji and Nanami standing there—side by side, arms crossed, staring at you like they were holding onto some ridiculous secret.

“I..” your mouth dried immediately as they looked at you.

“How are you, honey?”

“Why do you look like you just solved a case?” you asked cautiously.

Toji grinned. “Because we did, sweetheart. A case of double dating.”

Your stomach dropped.

Nanami sighed, adjusting his tie. “To be clear, we’re not upset.”

You felt heat rush to your face. “I—okay, I know this looks bad.” You exhaled, rubbing the skin between your thumb and pointer. “I just… I should’ve figured things out sooner. Made a choice.”

Toji’s grin widened. “Oh, babe, we’re not mad at ya for that.”

Nanami, standing beside him with his usual air of composure, nodded. “There’s no need to choose.”

Your breath hitched slightly. “…What?”

Toji slung an arm around Nanami’s shoulder, smirking. “See, me and Kento here? We’re great with sharing.”

Nanami closed his eyes for a brief moment, as if regretting his life choices, but ultimately didn’t deny it.

You blinked at them, trying to process. “So… you’re both okay with this?”

Nanami exhaled. “We discussed it and came to an agreement. Since neither of us intends to walk away, we believe it’s best to set some ground rules.”

Toji leaned in slightly, his voice teasing. “That is… if you’re down to handle both of us.”

Your heart pounded. These men were dangerous. Not in a physical way—no, in the way that made it way too easy to fall for them.

Still, you bit your lip, a little skeptical. “And what exactly are these rules?”

Nanami, ever the rational one, began listing them off. “No favoritism. We split time equally.”

Toji shrugged. “Yeah, no sneaky sleepovers with one of us more than the other. And don’t think you can butter me up with extra kisses. I see through that.”

You snorted. “You literally love when I do that.”

Toji smirked. “…Maybe.”

Nanami continued, “We’ll have a set schedule. Communication is key.”

“Right, so like… a shared calendar?” you teased.

Toji laughed. “Shit, yeah. Google Calendar, color-coded for ‘Toji time’ and ‘Nanami time.’”

Nanami pinched the bridge of his nose. “I refuse to let this relationship be reduced to an appointment system.”

You crossed your arms, pretending to think. “…And what do I get out of this?”

Toji leaned in, voice low and full of promise. “Two boyfriends who’ll spoil the hell outta you with affections and time.”

Nanami sighed but, in the end, nodded. “What we feel for you is undeniable. And we both agree that having you in our lives has been good for us separately. So why not together? If you’re comfortable with that of course.”

A slow smile spread across your lips. “…Alright. Deal.”

Toji grinned. “Good girl.”

Nanami exhaled, already bracing for the chaos ahead. “This is going to be a nightmare.”

Toji clapped him on the back. “You’ll live, big guy.”

_____

The evening had been perfect.

Toji and Kento had gone all out—candles, soft music, and a dinner that could rival any five-star restaurant. Nanami had taken charge of the main course, ensuring it was plated with precision, while Toji handled the dessert with an almost smug confidence. Between the two of them, they had created the perfect night in.

Now, as dinner wound down, you sat between them at the candlelit table, feeling the warmth of good food, wine, and their undivided attention.

Nanami, ever the gentleman, refilled your glass before meeting your gaze. “So, was your first Valentines Day with us up to your standards?”

Toji smirked, leaning back in his chair, fingers lazily tapping against his wine glass. “Yeah, sweetheart, we do good?”

You sighed dramatically, swirling your wine. “I don’t know… I think I expected a bit more.”

Toji raised a brow. “More?”

Nanami’s lips twitched. “We made you a three-course meal. Bought your favorite wine. There are literal rose petals on the floor.”

You hummed, dragging your finger along the rim of your glass. “I mean… it was nice.”

Toji narrowed his eyes, catching onto your teasing. “Nice?”

Nanami exhaled through his nose, shaking his head. “She’s playing with us.”

Toji chuckled, leaning closer. “Oh, I see how it is. You wanna mess with us a little?”

You shrugged, taking a slow sip of wine. “Maybe.”

Nanami tilted his head, studying you before he decided to play along. “Alright. What would have made it better?” His voice was smooth, warm, full of that dangerous charm.

Toji smirked, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. “Yeah, babe, what’s missing? Candles not romantic enough? Food not to your liking?” He rested his chin on his hand. “Or maybe you just wanted something a little more… hands-on?”

Your stomach flipped.

Nanami, not to be outdone, set his wine glass down, his voice calm but laced with mischief. “We could take notes for next time. If there’s something specific you were hoping for… you should tell us.”

Your breath caught slightly. They were good at this.

Toji grinned, seeing you falter for a moment. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? You were real confident a second ago.”

Your eyes flicked between them, their expectant gazes practically daring you to respond. So, you did.

You leaned forward, resting your elbows on the table, your voice dropping into something just as teasing. “You two are awfully competitive for men who are supposedly great with sharing.”

Nanami’s lips parted slightly, and Toji let out a low chuckle.

“Oh, she’s getting cocky now,” Toji mused, tapping his fingers against the table.

You smiled, tilting your head. “I mean, if you two are trying to outdo each other for me… I should probably sit back and let you.”

Toji let out a sharp laugh, pushing back his chair. “Damn, babe.” He glanced at Nanami. “You hear that? She wants us to fight for her.”

Nanami took a slow sip of wine, then placed the glass down carefully. He met your gaze, his voice a deliberate, slow burn. “Who said we weren’t already?”

Your pulse jumped.

Toji whistled. “Shit, he’s good.”

Nanami didn’t break eye contact. “I know.”

You suddenly felt very warm.

Toji leaned in, his grin all sharp edges. “So, babe… since we both aim to please,” he drawled, “why don’t you tell us who’s winning so far?”

Nanami lifted a brow. “Yes. I’d love to hear your answer.”

You exhaled, a slow smirk forming as you met both of their gazes. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Toji grinned. “Oh, we’re in trouble.”

-==========

“Meet me in the bedroom in exactly 4 minutes.” You kissed their cheeks and pranced down the hallway.

“What does your girlfriend have in store for us?” Toji finished drying the wine glasses and placed them in the cabinet. “You think she bought us some assless chaps?”

Kento sighed, wiping the table one last before taking his apron off and leaning against the counter. “Now shes my girlfriend when she’s up to no good.”

“Yet nothing on the assless chaps? I knew you were a freak, Nanami.”

That managed to get a laugh out of Kento. “Just so we’re clear, she is probably prepping for some intense night of passion. So keeping it to the standard?”

“Standard? Toji doesn’t just do standard anything. Our girl may want to wow us. Who am I to say no to the best revue in the city.”

“Then just let her lead us. First time where we are sharing her at once so lets make sure she’s feeling in control.”

Both men swore there was power in the way you pleaded without saying a word.

They thought you’d be just as stubborn in bed. A brat to tame with a mouth to keep occupied. But you gave yourself to them. Willingly. And that in itself was more powerful than anything.

“I’m ready!” you called out in a light-some tone.

Kento and Toji stilled themselves before they walked down the hall, single file style and were met with only a sigh they could only call a heavenly one.

“”Happy Valentines Day, gentlemen.” you sat in the middle of the bed wearing nothing but a t shirt with “I heart my boyfriends” splayed across the chest.

Kento took a step forward first, his eyes going immediately to your hips that had no chance of hiding under your shirt as you sat on your knees. “That is quite the shirt, honey.”

“The gift that keeps on giving.” practically salivating at the way you looked up at them, yearning for them without saying a word. He paced himself making it to the side of the bed. “You look stunning, baby.”

Nanami, ever the charismatic one, sat behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear, as he began to sing a low, sensual melody. "You're exquisite," he whispered between verses, "a work of art, a goddess made flesh. Tonight, we worship you."

Toji, ever the sensualist, began his ministrations by kneeling, slowly helping you untuck your knees as he trailed soft kisses up your inner thigh, his fingertips leaving a path of goosebumps in their wake. He looked up at you through hooded eyes, a wicked grin playing on his lips as he murmured, "Nanami, I think we should have a taste test first. You’ll have to make sure our girl keeps still. I want to taste you, my love. I need to feel her come undone on my tongue."

Nanami chuckled, “I’ll make sure she keeps focused.”

Toji let out a throaty rumble and the vibrations sent sparks of pleasure through you, before he settled between your legs. He started with teasing licks nips at your inner thigh, his thumb running up your glistening slit to your clit. He savored your essence as he brought his thumb to his tongue before delving in with a long, slow lick up your slit. His tongue was skilled, knowing just how to curl and flick to drive you wild.

Nanami kept up his sweet talk, one hand cupping your breast, kneading the soft flesh, while the other slid down to rub slow circles around your clit, amplifying the sensations Toji was creating. "Look at him, honey. You feel him? Feel his tongue tasting you. That's it, my dear," he purred, his lips lingering at your ear as he kneaded your breast. "Isn’t Toji taking good care of you honey?”

Toji increased his pace, humping into the bed as his hardening length couldn’t stop twitching. He practically pistoned into the sheets, edging himself as he sucked your clit into his mouth, tonguing it rapidly as he pushed two fingers deep inside you, curling them just right. The dual stimulation was too much, and with a cry of ecstasy, you came undone, your walls clenching around Toji's fingers as he lapped up your release. “Toji, fuck!”

"Beautiful," Toji said, surfacing with a satisfied grin, your juices glistening on his chin as he worked his fingers until your thighs closed. He sat up and kissed you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

Nanami smirked, his eyes gleaming with challenge.

Breathless from your intense climax, you felt a surge of desire to return the favor, to make your lovers feel as incredible as you did in that moment. Toji and Kento exchanged a knowing look, a silent communication passing between them. They were competitive, yes, but only in their shared goal of giving you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams.

“You know hun,” Toji stood “I think Kento has been a little wound up tight lately.”

Kento released you from his embrace and reclined back on the bed as Toji helped you to your knees.

“And I’d hate to be too wound up and not enjoy our time together.”

One arm tucked behind his head in a show of casual confidence, Kento unzipped his pants and like a spring, his cock jutted out proudly, hard and ready, a bead of pre-cum already glistening at the tip.

Emboldened, you crawled down their bodies, taking a moment to admire the qualities of their physiques. They were both exquisite in their own way, and you felt like you’d won the lottery with getting to have them all at once.

Starting at Kento's thigh, you mirrored Toji's earlier actions, trailing kisses and licks up to his groin. You could feel him shudder beneath your touch, his breath catching in his throat. Encouraged, you took his length in your hand, stroking him slowly as you flicked your tongue out to taste the pearl of pre-cum.

"Fuck," Kento gasped, his hips twitching upwards seeking more of your touch. "Your mouth feels incredible."

You took him into your mouth then, sinking down until you could feel the coarse blonde hair at the base of his cock tickling your nose. You held him there, swallowing around him, relishing the feeling of his thickness stretching your throat. He tensed, eyes closing while failing to keep a guttural grunt from escaping his lips

While you pleasured Kento with your mouth, you felt Toji shifting, getting up to stand behind you. He gripped your hips, kissing your bottom softly and biting before he pulling them up and back until you were on your hands and knees, your ass raised and presented to him. You felt the blunt head of his cock prodding at your entrance, slowly rubbing against your clit. And then, with one smooth thrust, he was inside you.

"Oh god," you moaned around Kento's cock, the dual sensations of being filled and the taste of him overwhelming your senses. Toji set a slow, deep pace, pulling nearly all the way out before sliding back in, his hips pressing against your ass.

The room filled with a symphony of sounds - the slick, obscene noises of flesh meeting flesh as Toji thrust into you, your muffled moans around Kento's cock, their grunts and curses of pleasure. It was a sensual ballet, a dance of passion and desire, with you as the centerpiece.

Kento tangled a hand in your hair, guiding your movements as you bobbed up and down on his length. "That's it, sweetheart," he encouraged. “All the way.”

How your eyes glistened and teared up made him want to lose his mind. He cupped your face as you slowly massaged his balls.

You continued to take Kento deep, your lips stretching around his girth, your tongue swirling around his sensitive tip. The obscene sound of your slurping and sucking filled the room, mingling with the slap of Toji's hips against your ass and your own wanton moans.

Toji gripped your hips tighter, his fingers sinking into the flesh of your ass as he picked up his pace. “Like a fucking glove.” He gritted through his teeth. “So fucking tight, mama.”

He was hitting that spot inside you with every thrust, that perfect angle that made stars explode behind your eyelids. The pleasure was so intense, so overwhelming, you could feel another orgasm building already.

Toji leaned down, his chest pressing against your back, his breath hot against your neck. "You feel incredible," he grunted, punctuating his words with a particularly hard thrust. He smiled up at Kento and with a huff, Kento grinned. “Our angel baby is doing so so good>”

Kento, not wanting to be left out, started to thrust up into your mouth, fucking your face with shallow, quick movements. "Fuck, your mouth is incredible," he grunted, his grip on your hair tightening. "I'm getting close, sweetheart. You want my cum sweetheart? Will you swallow it all like a good girl?"

you begged without a word, nodding eagerly while you kept your pace of taking him whole while he bucked his hips up

“Fuck its coming, fuck fuck,” with a thrust deep one last time, he held your head in place as he exploded in your mouth. You felt his cock pulsing, his cum shooting out in thick ropes down your throat. You swallowed it all greedily, not wanting to waste a single drop.”Fuck, look at my sweet baby.”

His dirty talk, combined with Toji's relentless pounding, pushed you over the edge. You came with a scream around Kento's cock, your pussy clamping down around Toji like a vice. The sensation of your walls fluttering and squeezing around him was too much for Toji.

“God thats it, thats it, take it baby,” With a guttural moan, he buried himself deep inside you, his hot seed spurting out, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself inside of you.

As they both started to come down, you collapsed forward onto Kento's chest, Toji falling atop you, his softening cock still nestled inside your dripping pussy. The three of you lay tangled together, panting and sated, basking in the afterglow of your lovemaking.

"Happy Valentine's Day, my loves," you murmured, nuzzling into Kento's neck, Toji's lips finding your neck, leaving a soft kiss.

“Gonna go start her bath, take care of our girl?” Toji lightly tapped Kento’s leg as he got up slowly.

Kento waited a beat, kissing the top of your head as he lightly ran his fingers down your back. ‘You feeling okay?”

You didn’t respond quickly, a minute passing before he realized you’d fallen asleep.

“Honey?”

“You want the cocoa and vanilla soap or the lavender?” Toji came out of the bathroom, holding two bottles of soap and looked up to see your eyes closed against Kento’s chest. “Oh. She’s out.”

Kento chuckled, “Like a light. Lets give her a bit of time to rest before we get her in the bath.”

Toji nodded in agreement, sitting the bottles on the dresser before gently sitting and joining you both back in bed. He brushed your hair from your face and kissed your temple.

“So when she wakes up, I’m carrying her to the bath.” Toji whispered while looking at you.

Kento grinned and wrapped an arm around your waist“ And why do you get to? I’m sure you’re tired, old man. I’m happy to do the lifting.”

“I can’t even get a nap in without you two having a dick measuring contest.”

Toji smiled and placed his arm around you also. “It’s out of love.”

“Yes. Love and the title I took from him. The title where I retired hi-”

“Okaaay, okay.” Toji reached over to cover Kento’s mouth, “Now is not the time.”

You tried hiding your laugh but Kento had to keep going. “It was a day I recall easily. Toji was tired, looking for a chance to show he still had it.”

“This is my thirteenth reason why.”

[storiesforallfandoms]

just for us ~ johnny depp

word count: 1790

request?: yes!

“Hii can you please write a Johnny Depp imagine where its the 90s, you are both famous, and the press keeps beging you  expose your relationship?”

description: being famous at such a young age makes it hard to keep anything a secret, but you’re determined to make sure your relationship is just for the two of you and not for the media

pairing: young!johnny depp x female!reader

warnings: swearing, use of y/n, rpf

masterlist (one, two, three)

I started acting when I was five years old. It was a commercial, and I had all of 30 seconds of screen time. But that 30 seconds was enough to impress the director apparently, because two years later when he was hired to direct some new sitcom, he called my parents looking to cast me as one of the main kids. The show only lasted one season, but one season was all it took to kickstart my career.

Becoming an actor at such a young age meant losing a “normal” life. I never went to normal school, normal prom or graduation. I never really had normal friends, just co-stars and other child actors. And I never had any privacy. Once I became a household name, privacy went completely out the window as I was followed by paparazzi and fans daily. Not to mention the creeps who came out in droves when I turned 18.

Nothing in my life was private. Nothing except Johnny.

We met on set of a movie we were working on together, and I knew from the moment I laid eyes on him that I was going to fall for him. I tried not to. Dating as a celebrity was basically impossible, even more so when it was with another celebrity. But i couldn’t stop myself, and when he told me he had fallen for me too, I was a goner.

Being a fellow actor, Johnny knew exactly how to keep our relationship a secret. He knew which restaurants had the most hidden away seating, which ones had the most private parking so we could actually show up and leave together. He knew how to sneak in and out of my place without paparazzi noticing, and how to do the same with me at his place.

It worked for a long time. Like, two years at least. No one had any idea we were together. Until a fan spotted us out together. They didn’t see us acting like a couple, but apparently us hanging out together years after our movie had come out was suspicious enough to get the rumor mill going. Suddenly, every interview we did had us asked at least once about our relationship. But we never broke. We kept insisting we were just friends, and we kept our relationship a secret.

It was early in the morning when my alarm clock started to blare. I groaned as I rolled over to turn it off. The bright red numbers read “7:00am”. I groaned again, sleep fighting to take me again.

I smiled as Johnny wrapped me in his warm embrace and kissed my neck. “Why are we awake so early?”

“I have a morning interview at 9,” I told him. “I gotta get up and get ready.”

He squeezed me a little tighter. “Absolutely not.”

“I have no choice, J. I can’t cancel so close to the interview.”

“Just don’t show up. Problem solved.”

I turned in his arms to face him. His eyes were still drooping with fatigue, but he was trying his best to focus on me. I smiled at him and kissed his nose.

“You can stay here and sleep,” I told him. “I’ll be back by the time you wake up.”

“You better be,” he sleepily muttered.

I chuckled and finally wiggled free from his grasp.

Getting ready for interviews never took long. I didn’t have to do my makeup because the studio makeup artist would do it for me when I got there, and an outfit was chosen for me by my stylist prior to the day. All I had to do was get breakfast, clean myself up, and get dressed in my pre-chosen outfit. I was brushing my teeth when I heard a car horn honking outside, signaling that my ride to the interview had arrived.

I took one last peak into my bedroom. Johnny was sound asleep again. I smiled and quietly moved to my bed. I placed a gentle kiss on his cheek before rushing out the door as the car honked again.

I was rushed through the makeup and placed in an uncomfortable chair within 20 minutes. I tried not to shift too much in an attempt to find a comfortable position. Morning talk shows always had the worst chairs for some reason.

The host walked onto set and greeted me cheerily. I smiled back at her, wishing I had her chipper energy for so early in the morning.

I wonder how many cups of coffee she’s had.

She sat down across from me and we were given the five minute warning. I adjusted myself in my seat one last time, then smiled as the cameraman announced we were live.

“Good morning everyone, and welcome to our special guest, (Y/N),” the host said, gesturing to me. The crowd cheered as I smiled and waved to them. “Thank you for being here.”

“Thank you for having me. I’m so excited to be here!”

The host asked me about my new movie, and I went over the talking points I had been given for every interview. It was going as smoothly as most interviews did, until the host said, “I have to ask, is there anyone special in your life?”

I kept the smile on my face, but I was sure it looked much more strained now. “Nope. I’m absolutely single pringle.”

“Really? There’s not even anything going on with you and Johnny Depp?”

I glanced over at my manager, who looked about ready to shut the whole interview down. Most celebrities have a few off limits questions that interviewers are told they can’t ask about. It’s usually super personal and private stuff that they want to keep private. For me, the one topic that was off limits was Johnny. It wasn’t just because we wanted to keep our relationship a secret, but it was also because my management and I didn’t want all my interviews to suddenly be just about Johnny and not about my work.

It was clear from the look on my manager’s face that this host was told my limitations, and she was choosing to ignore them. This was her attempt at getting a huge scoop before anyone else so that she could boost the ratings of her show.

I knew I couldn’t just stop the interview. It was a live show, stopping would just cause a scene that I knew would do more harm than good. So, I took a very subtle deep breath and said, “Johnny has been my friend since we worked together years ago. There’s nothing more between us besides friendship.”

“Oh, come on. I know you’re aware of the rumors about you two. Everyone is dying for you to finally confirm that you’re together.”

“Well, everyone will just have to keep waiting because I am not confirming what’s not true. Also, I think it’s incredibly disrespectful and invasive to keep pushing this topic when Johnny and I have both said we aren’t dating and like to have our privacy. I don’t get many things that are just for me, but I want my relationship to be one of those things.”

My manager whispered something to the cameraman, who then signaled for the show to go to commercial. Once the cameras were off, my manager demanded for me to be un-miced so we could leave. I ignored the host’s apologies as the crew took off my mic and my manager beckoned for me to come with her.

As we left the studio, she nudged my shoulder and said, “You handled that amazingly, kid.”

I had no other obligations for the day, so my driver took me back home. I was happy to be back in the comfort of my own home after that interview.

The smell of food greeted me at the door. I smiled at myself as I made my way to the kitchen. As I expected, Johnny was stood at the stove, cooking up some breakfast. He was still in his pajama pants with no shirt on. I came up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. He leaned into my touch, allowing me to place a kiss on his bare shoulder.

“You’re back early,” he said.

“The interview was cut short,” I responded.

“So I heard.” I looked up at him in confusion. “I woke up just in time to turn on the interview.”

I groaned. “So you saw the whole thing?” He nodded. I buried my head in his shoulder. “We told her not to ask, I swear.”

He moved in my arms, turning so he could face me. He wrapped his arms around me, too, as I moved mine around his neck instead.

“I think you handled that whole situation very well,” he said. “It was pretty clear you were caught off guard by the question, but you still handled it maturely and with more respect than I think she deserved.”

“I wasn’t going to cause a scene over it, even though I really wanted to just walk out if she had asked.”

“Would’ve made for better television if you had just stormed out.”

“You’re right. It’s probably best that I didn’t then.”

He chuckled and leaned down to kiss me. Any tension I had left from that day immediately melted the moment his lips touched mine.

“We’ll have to tell people eventually,” I said with a sigh, resting my head against his. “We can’t keep this a secret forever.”

“We’ve done so for two years.”

“Yeah, but we’ve already gotten caught once. There’s just no proof of us actually being together for the tabloids to run with. But if we slipped up once, it can happen again. Then we’ll have to tell people about us.” I sighed and added, mainly to myself, “We’ll ever get a moment of peace again.”

“It’ll happen eventually, but until then I’m happy to have our private moments,” Johnny said. He kissed the top of my head and added, “But the day I get to loudly say you’re mine will be a good day for me. I want everyone to know eventually that I have the most amazing woman as my girlfriend.”

“You’re gonna make me blush.”

“Good.”

He kissed me again, but pulled away quicker than I wanted. I tried to pull him back in, but he just shook his head and smiled. “I don’t want the food to burn. The last thing we need is everyone finding out we’re dating because I burned your house down.”

I chuckled. “Okay, you have a point.”

“Are you hungry? I made enough for the two of us.”

I nuzzled close to him as he turned back to the stove. “I’ll never say no to your cooking.”

[baronessvonglitter]

the best part of waking up...

any Pedro character x f!reader

Word count: 1.1K

Summary: sleepy morning sex with your favorite Pedro character (literally, imagine any character you want to, he's a blank slate!)

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Explicit. Dry humping. Morning sex. Light choking. Unprotected piv. Reader has face framing hair but no other descriptions.

Author's note: (I said I'd start adding fun facts about myself in these lil author notes, so here goes! Hi, I'm Adriana and I have automatonophobia 🩷)

Remember that old Folger's commercial? "The best part of waking up.. is Folger's in your cup!" (Yes, I sang that aloud. Be glad you didn't have to hear me.) Except for us the best part of waking up is some morning goodness with Frankie, or Dave, or whoever else you love! Have more than one favorite? Read through multiple times with each guy in mind 😉

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Morning light pours in through the bedroom window, a gentle call to rise from sleep. You're pressed to his chest, his broad, strong frame like a shield, his tree-trunk arms cradling you to him and his hands rubbing your back. 

Not ready to leave the comfort of your sleep you snuggle into him, inhaling the warm and heady scent of his bare chest.

"It's morning, sweetheart," he whispers.

Frowning, you only snuggle harder into him, eliciting a deep chuckle that rumbles through his chest. "Come on," he urges you. "It's going to be a beautiful day. Too beautiful to just stay in bed."

You groan, holding onto him and burying your face in his neck.

He chuckles quietly as you wrap your arms around him, straddling him in your sleep as you roll over onto him. His heart squeezes as he feels your arms around his torso, your body pressed up against him.

"Sweetheart," he whispers. "Time to wake up."

"Mm," you grumble, shifting against him.

He chuckles quietly, one large hand resting on your hip, his thumb rubbing small, soothing circles on your skin. "Come on, baby.. we need to start getting up."

You rise slowly, sitting up, still straddling him.

He admires you, your eyes still half-closed with sleep, your hair mussed and messy, and he's unable to take his eyes off you. "There you go.. finally waking up, huh?"

"Getting there," you grumble while hiding a yawn.

He reaches up and runs his fingers through your hair, undoing your messy hair bun and letting your hair fall around your face, framing your beautiful features. "Feels nice," you murmur, leaning into his touch. You grind down on his lap, his morning wood directly beneath you, your clothed core rubbing down on his tented boxers.

He groans as you slowly ride him and his heart squeezes in response to the beauty of the unscripted moment. He cups your chin with his hand, his fingers running along your jaw. You lean back as his touch travels down your neck as you continue to grind on him. 

His heart is pounding, body tense, chest tight. He can't think straight, not when you're looking down at him with those glassy, lust-darkened eyes. His hand slides from your chin to your throat, gently encircling your neck. Watching intently, he waits for your nod before he adds a little pressure.

He loves the way your eyes widen, lips parted so lusciously. You're grinding down on him slowly yet both your breathing becomes labored with the passion of the moment. When you ask for more he gives it,  adding a little more pressure, thumb pressing down on your windpipe, enough to make you feel something without hurting you. He can't deny you when you ask so sweetly.

You automatically grind down harder, your body responding to the stimulation. Your hand wraps around his wrist and he keeps an eye out for you to tap it, your signal for him to stop. But you don't.

Instead you ride him faster, your moan sending a jolt of heat straight to his cock as you writhe on top of him, chasing your pleasure.

"Jesus," he mutters, wishing he had a multitude of hands so he could touch you everywhere while his dominant hand is around your neck. So he settles for his other hand reaching inside your panties to brush against your clit, pressing it in circles vigorously.

"I'm.. I'm coming," you eke out, speech cut out as he holds your throat.

"That's my girl," he coos, continuing his ministrations on your needy flesh. A loud moan signals your orgasm, your legs tightening around his sides, your body shuddering in sweet surrender, and he holds you through it, caressing you. When you come down from your high you're still trembling. His hand comes off your neck to gently cup your waist. "You all right, sweetheart?"

"Yeah," you gasp. "I think I made a mess on you.."

"You did," he says, cupping your chin so your gazes meet. "I like you making messes on me."

"Come on," you whisper, "it's your turn to make a mess." You pull him through his boxers and move your panties to the side. His hands are eager on your hips, guiding you down as you slide down on his length. Your brows furrow in pleasure until he's completely bottomed out. His hands slide up your body, pushing your shirt up with them, exposing your soft breasts. He palms each one with reverence, thumbs flicking over the tightened nipples as you start to slowly ride, bracing yourself on his torso.

"Keep doing that," you gasp, arching into his touch. He practically salivates at your command, pushing himself up to take a nipple in his mouth while toying with the other, his low growl reverberating through you before he gives the other his attention, your head tipped back as you cradle the back of his head, fingers spreading through his hair as he feasts on your sweet nipples.

"You like that, baby?" he asks, the tip of his tongue wiggling against the pebbled point of your breast while his strong hands gently guide you up and down his shaft. The squishy sounds of your moist, hungry cunt is like a symphony as you leave a creamy ring around the base of his cock. 

"That's right," he murmurs, the pad of his thumb pressing methodically on your clit, switching it up between soft and firmer touches as you squirm above him. "Just like that, ride this dick like you're made for it."

A strangled cry leaves your throat as you ride him harder, thighs spread open to receive his full length. The air is filled with the rhythmic sounds of flesh on flesh, your needy moans and sighs, and his deep grunts as he tries to hold back from coming immediately.

"Look so good like that," he mutters, taking in the look of ecstasy on your face, your skin glowing with pleasure, hair mussed. You look like a goddess in the amber morning light. "Come on this cock, baby," he urges you, still working your throbbing clit. "Give it to me, squeeze me and drain me dry.."

It doesn't take much after that to push you over the edge, your pussy clamping down on him as if to drain every drop of cum from him. He follows after, painting your walls with his sticky spend as he pushes up deep into you, trapping your lips in a possessive kiss.

"Awake now?" he asks teasingly as you're slumped over his chest, both of you still trying to catch your breath. 

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[pandapetals]

One Of Your Girls

worst wolverine/logan x fem!reader - inspired by a troye sivan song, fluff, cute, happy ending, wade being wade, no y/n used, no reader description

Wade ships you and Logan together and tries to help make y'all a couple.

read on Ao3

You sat on the worn-out sofa in Wade’s living room, half-listening as he rambled on about his latest grueling day of being the “sexiest superhero alive.” He and Wolverine—or Wolvie, as Wade annoyingly liked to call him—had teamed up again, taking down some bad guys and saving the world, or at least a very small part of it.

“So there I am,” Wade continued dramatically, gesturing wildly, “surrounded by ninjas, which isn’t really a surprise because let’s be honest, ninjas are kind of my thing at this point—classic Deadpool. But Wolvie’s just there, growling and stabbing his way through, and I’m like, ‘Dude, we get it, you’re the strong, silent type, but maybe use your words once in a while?’”

He kept talking, something about the “grueling emotional labor” of working with Logan, but you weren’t really paying attention anymore. Your gaze drifted to the hallway, where Logan emerged from the bathroom with a grunt, a small towel barely hanging around his waist. His skin glistened with droplets of water from the shower, the muscles in his back rippling as he stalked down the hall.

You tried to tear your eyes away, but it was like gravity itself was keeping you glued to him. Logan moved with that same effortless intensity, his brow furrowed like he was annoyed at the mere existence of the towel. The heat rose to your face, and you quickly looked down, but not before catching a glimpse of Logan’s rough hand wiping the moisture from his chest.

Wade, of course, noticed because when doesn’t he notice?

“Geesh, I knew you were down bad for Wolvie, but—” Wade started, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he leaned in, lowering his voice like he was about to share some scandalous secret.

Without thinking, you slapped his shoulder to shut him up, your face burning as you tried to compose yourself. Wade, ever the drama queen, let out an exaggerated gasp and clutched his shoulder like you’d just thrown him into the sun.

“Ow! That hurt my feelings,” he said, turning toward an imaginary camera because, of course, he was breaking the fourth wall. “She hit me, folks, and not in the fun, sexy way either.”

You shot him a glare, your lips pressed into a tight line, though you couldn’t help the flicker of amusement tugging at the corners of your mouth.

Wade wasn’t done. He never was.

“You know, it’s always the quiet ones,” he added, stage-whispering as if that would somehow make Logan disappear or teleport out of the apartment in embarrassment. “Can’t say I blame you though. Look at him, all angry and dripping wet—he’s like a feral wolf in an Old Spice commercial. Honestly, if this was the kind of quality content the MCU promised me, I wouldn’t have jumped ship for Deadpool 3: The Comeback —coming soon, by the way.”

Logan, ignoring Wade as per usual, had already stalked off toward his room. He muttered something unintelligible, probably about how Wade was going to get his ass kicked later, but the low rumble of his voice still made something in your stomach twist. He hadn’t even looked at you, but you felt the heat creeping up your neck, spreading to your cheeks.

Wade, of course, was not done with his commentary. “Dude, he didn’t even throw you a glance,” he said, wagging a finger. “I mean, if I walked out of the shower looking like a damn Greek god with claws, I’d at least give a wink. Maybe even a smolder. Oh, wait!” He perked up and leaned forward, his voice dropping to a faux-conspiratorial tone. “What if he’s doing that on purpose? You know, like a power play? He’s got the whole brooding, tortured thing down—girls love that, by the way.”

You slapped him again—lighter this time, but Wade still let out an exaggerated groan.

“Oh, c’mon! The sexual tension in here is thick enough to slice with one of Logan’s claws. You’re telling me if he showered in your apartment, half-naked, and you wouldn’t immediately jump his bones? What are we even doing here, people?”

You groaned, running a hand over your face, trying not to die of embarrassment. “Wade, for the love of God—”

“God has abandoned this apartment long ago,” Wade interrupted, standing up dramatically, his arms wide as if making a declaration. “But don’t worry, I’m here now, and I’m more than willing to give you both some fantastic relationship advice.”

You shook your head, biting back a laugh. "Wade, the last time you gave relationship advice, you told someone to ‘just show up shirtless’ and that would fix all their problems.”

Wade grinned, completely unbothered. “Did it work?”

“They were arrested for public indecency.”

“Semantics!” Wade waved it off, flopping back down beside you. “Now, where was I? Oh, right. Wolvie. You know, he's probably sitting in his room right now, thinking about you. Brooding, shirtless, glaring out the window like some tragic anti-hero from a really dark fanfic.”

Before you could respond, Logan reappeared—this time, fully dressed but still clearly annoyed. “Wade, shut the hell up.”

Wade, undeterred, turned toward you and whispered loudly, “See? I told you he was brooding. He’s totally into you.”

You shot Logan an apologetic look, though you could tell from the tightness around his jaw that he was this close to throwing Wade out a window. Logan didn’t say anything, but his gaze lingered on you just a second too long before he stormed off again, muttering something about “goddamn loudmouths.”

Wade leaned back on the sofa, folding his arms behind his head with a smug grin. “Oh, yeah. He’s in deep. ”

The rest of the day was filled with more of Wade’s sarcastic quips and Logan’s signature gruffness, but beneath the surface, something had shifted. By the time the sun set, Wade had finally left leaving you and Logan alone in the apartment promising to bring back pizza.

Logan was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking worn out, his head hung low as he rubbed the back of his neck. You stood in the doorway, watching him quietly for a moment before stepping closer.

“You alright?” you asked softly.

Logan grunted in response, his usual noncommittal way of saying “I’m fine.” Before he glanced up at you, and something in his expression softened. His shoulders relaxed slightly as you sat down beside him, the silence between you comforting.

“Wade get to you?” you asked with a smirk, nudging him playfully.

Logan scoffed, shaking his head. “That guy never knows when to shut up.”

“Yeah, well, you gotta admit, he’s got a point,” you teased, nudging him again. “You do tend to brood.”

Logan gave you a look, his usual scowl softened by the hint of amusement in his eyes. “I don’t brood.”

“Right. Sure you don’t,” you said, smiling as you sat on the bed beside him. The air between you was lighter now, but that familiar, charged tension still lingered, just under the surface. “So… was Wade right? You were totally into me earlier, weren’t you?”

Logan chuckled under his breath, running a hand through his still-damp hair, his muscles still tense from the fight and the usual Deadpool chaos. “You’re ridiculous.”

“ You are,” you countered, your voice taking on a teasing tone. You leaned in closer, bumping your shoulder against his. “I mean, look at you. Everyone loves you. I swear, every time we go out, every woman in the room is practically lining up just to—”

“Would you stop? You sound like Wade,” Logan grumbled, his voice low but without any real annoyance. He shook his head, but there was a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

You laughed, your eyes sparkling as you nudged him again. “I’m serious, Logan. I’ve seen the way they look at you. Like they’re all just waiting for their turn to fawn over the ‘mysterious bad boy.’ The brooding, the claws, the ‘I’ve been through hell’ vibe—it’s working for you.”

Logan shot you a half-amused, half-exasperated look. “I’m not trying to ‘work’ anything.”

You shrugged, your grin widening. “That’s the problem. You don’t even have to try. You just walk into a room, grumble a bit, maybe glare at someone, and they’re hooked.”

He grunted, crossing his arms over his chest. “You’re imagining things.”

“Oh, please. Next time we’re out, I’ll start keeping a tally of all the looks you get,” you teased. “What’s it like being the main character in everyone’s secret fantasy?”

Logan huffed, giving you a side-eye that would’ve scared anyone else, but you just smiled. “Keep it up, and I’ll start sounding like Wade for real.”

You burst into laughter at that, imagining Logan in full Deadpool-style monologue, breaking the fourth wall mid-fight just to complain about your teasing. “I can’t wait for that.”

“Not happening, darlin’,” Logan muttered, but his voice was warm, and the smirk playing on his lips betrayed him.

The playful banter between you felt easy, natural—like this was how it should be. No walls, no tension, just you and Logan, comfortable in the teasing, in the back-and-forth that had become the foundation of your relationship. For someone as tough and guarded as Logan, moments like these were rare, and you cherished them every time. 

As the laughter faded, the mood shifted. You were still sitting close, the air thick with something more. The lightheartedness gave way to a quiet intensity, and suddenly, the space between you felt smaller and more charged.

Your eyes flicked to his, and you found him watching you, his gaze a little softer now, a little more focused. The teasing smile on your lips faltered, but only for a moment. You leaned in slightly, just enough for your shoulder to press against his, your hand brushing against his forearm.

“You know,” you said softly, your voice quieter now, more sincere. “I wasn’t joking earlier. You really do have people falling for you left and right.”

Logan’s jaw tightened slightly, but he didn’t look away. “Doesn’t matter,” he said gruffly, his voice low. “I’m not interested in ‘people.’”

There it was. That honesty, that vulnerability he rarely showed anyone. You’d gotten used to the way Logan opened up in small doses, revealing just enough for you to see through the tough exterior he wore so well. Each time, it made your heart flutter a little more.

You raised an eyebrow, your voice dropping to a whisper. “No?”

Logan shook his head, his eyes never leaving yours. “No.”

For a moment, the room felt completely still, like the world had narrowed down to just the two of you. The weight of what he wasn’t saying hung between you, and you could feel your pulse quicken, the tension between you building by the second.

“Good,” you murmured, leaning in just a little closer, your breath mingling with his. “Because I’m not interested in sharing.”

A low growl rumbled in Logan’s chest, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. His hand moved to your waist, pulling you closer as his other hand cupped your cheek, his rough thumb brushing softly against your skin. “Who said anything about sharing?”

You couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips as you closed the distance between you, your forehead resting against his. The moment stretched on, your heart racing in your chest as you waited for him to make the next move.

Then, finally, Logan closed the gap.

His lips met yours in a slow, deliberate kiss, the kind that sent heat rushing through your entire body. It wasn’t rushed or frantic—it was steady, intense, like Logan was savoring every second. His grip on your waist tightened, pulling you even closer until there was no space left between you. You kissed him back just as deeply, letting yourself get lost in the feel of him—his warmth, his strength, the way his body seemed to mold perfectly against yours.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, your lips still hovering just inches from his. Logan rested his forehead against yours, his hand still cradling your cheek as his thumb traced lazy circles on your skin.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that?” he muttered, his voice rough but affectionate.

You smiled, running your fingers through his hair, feeling the damp strands still clinging to his head. “Yeah, but you like me anyway.”

Logan chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead before pulling back just enough to look at you. “Yeah,” he said softly. “Yeah, I do.”

A Few Days Later…

The teasing between you and Logan hadn’t gone unnoticed by the others. Especially Wade, who had already managed to weave an elaborate tale of unrequited love between the two of you, complete with bad fanfiction-level plot twists.

“So, you guys finally make out?” Wade asked one evening, leaning against the kitchen counter with a smug grin plastered on his face. “Or are you still in the ‘awkward pining’ stage?”

You sighed, giving him a deadpan look. “What do you think, Wade?”

Wade’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Oh my God, it happened, didn’t it? I mean, of course, it did! I knew it! Everyone, Deadpool called it—Logan and his better half finally—”

Logan shot him a look that could kill, his claws extending just slightly. “Wade.”

Deadpool raised his hands in surrender. “Hey, don’t shoot the messenger! Or, in this case, the super-insightful, super-hot guy who predicted your inevitable romance. I’m just here to celebrate. Maybe I should write a poem about it.”

Logan grunted and shook his head, but you could see the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips. Wade turned his attention to you, winking like the two of you were in on some grand scheme.

“You’re welcome, by the way. All my meddling totally paid off. You owe me one, well I guess you owe the writer of this fic but I’m totally taking credit.” 

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across your face. “Sure, Wade. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

“Sleep? Who needs sleep when you’ve got love to keep you warm?” Wade sighed dramatically, holding a hand to his chest. “Honestly, I should start a matchmaking service. First Logan and you, next the world.”

Logan groaned. “Wade, shut the hell up.”

Wade grinned, unfazed as ever. “Love you too, peanut.”

[notjustjavierpena]

I dont know if its Father’s day where you are but Happy Father’s day to Hubby Javi!!

Father's Day (Drabble)

Series Masterpost | Main Masterpost | Support a disabled creator

A/N: It's not but he sure appreciates you reminding me! In other words, I threw this drabble together just for you. Spot a little reveal in there!

Summary: Join Hubby as father's day comes to an end.

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader (no y/n)

Tags: Domestic, pregnant reader, fluff, allusions to smut, Javier being called Daddy

Word count: 725

Father's Day

As the day is coming to an end and the weather starts cooling down outside, Javier drags his favorite garden chair into the center of the back porch so he has an overlook of the garden. He settles into the chair with a contented sigh, feeling full from the fantastic dinner you served half an hour ago, and in his hand, he twirls and rereads the card he received during his breakfast. 

It’s a handmade card full of glitter and dollops of messy glue, each of his children contributing a drawing but also a joint message telling him that they love him. Lucas has drawn a picture of them all, complete with a depiction of the growing belly on you as you carry his twin girls, while Inés has drawn a heart with a stick-figure family inside it and one of her famous butterflies. Javier’s eyes had practically sparked at the realization that even Sebastian had added his mark with a few colorful lines and squiggles.

He looks up with a smile and observes Sebastian babbling in a kiddie pool that you’ve set up next to him. His one-year-old is splashing happily in a swimming diaper, trying to figure out how things seem to stay afloat despite his efforts to drag them under the water. 

Javier’s two eldest children are playing tag on the lawn. They’re barefoot, speeding across the grass until their pant legs are covered in green stains and dirt but they look so happy as they take turns to chase each other.

Lucas pauses for a moment and decides to hide behind a bush when he sees Inés is distracted by a ladybug on one of the trees and seems to forget that she has to run from him. He pants with excitement and exhaustion at the same time, waiting patiently for her to start her search for him. 

“Got you!” He shouts triumphantly when she runs past his hiding spot, jumping out and capturing his baby sister with a grin. She squeals with laughter as she tumbles to the ground, the sound echoing through the garden and settling in Javier’s chest, warm and comforting. She regains her composure, animatedly dusts herself off like she’s seen in cartoons, and then she’s off again and Lucas adapts his speed to match her. Lucas is so good at making her feel confident and seen, Javier thinks to himself, if only he knew that being an amazing big brother is paying off because you’ve looked at a dog for his birthday in August, a two-year-old beagle from the local shelter. 

You step out onto the porch, immediately bending down to check the temperature of Sebastian’s water, and only when you’ve made sure it’s not too cold make your way to your husband. You lean down to kiss him, a hand on your pregnant belly as you do it, and Javier stretches his neck to meet your lips in a soft peck. 

In your free hand, you carry an already-opened Corona beer. You hold it out for him and he carefully sets the card down on the side table to take it from you. 

“Thanks, baby, you spoil me,” he says gently. He sits back and takes a long sip in the scorching summer heat. Then he rests the bottle on his thigh, “Still don’t think I look like him… the guy in the commercials.”

“Yes, you do. Happy Father's Day," you say fondly and kiss him once more, this time a little longer and enough for him to want to wrap his arm around your waist. 

"Thank you," he replies, placing a gentle hand on your belly instead as his eyes are filled with love for you. "I can't believe how lucky I am."

“Just wait until you realize what I have planned for later,” you tease with a knowing smile, “It’s going to be all about Daddy tonight. I’m showing you how much I appreciate everything you do for me and the kids.”

“Tell me more?” His interest is definitely piqued. 

“Not in front of the baby. It’s not appropriate,” you tease.

“Come on.”

“Use your big brain,” you laugh softly, “I’m giving you a blowjob, you idiot.”

A grin spreads across his face and while still staring into your eyes, he shouts across the garden, “C’mon, mijos (my children), it’s time for bed.”

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Family Portrait ✨

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I really tried hard with this one 😭

Ya know drawing this I realized this could be an old family portrait, probably when the boys were in their late teens! I tried really hard with Papa Mario (Charles I like to call him)

I also have a little headcanon that Luigi didn’t cut his hair until maybe the tv commercial? I like the idea of Luigi having a mullet only to cut it in the hot summers maybe? In the movie you can see or I think his hair might be longer than Mario’s tho that could just be him having a longer head and neck.

Anyways I got a lot of ideas drawing this and it was fun! I kinda figured Charles (papa Mario) is balding hence the receding hairline. I also like to play with the idea that Mia (mama Mario) asked Luigi to cut his hair for the picture but he like a older teen forgot lol

So she just had to make do haha! I tried with Mario but I couldn’t get his head just like it was in the portrait but I kinda like how it all turned out!

Fuller vers:

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♡ Picture Perfect ♡

A/N: COMMISSION FOR MY LOVELY SUNSHINE ANON!!!! Thank you so so so much for your support and patience my love, I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!!!!

Content/warnings: Puppy! hybrid reader x Vendetta era! Leon, 2nd person (you/yours), fem AFAB reader, reader calls Leon daddy, very grump x sunshine, lots and lots of fluff, a moment of angst and realisation but it all gets resolved :3

Word count: 7700 est. (sweet jesus)

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Leon hadn’t gone to a shelter expecting anything. An act of service, he told himself. That’s what this was. Entertaining the idea of adoption. Like people who drop loose change into charity boxes, the ones by the cash register with scuffed edges, to feel better about themselves. Right now he feels like the scuffed one. 

‘Go to the shelter,’ Chris said. ‘Hybrids make good companions,’ Chris said. He was vouching for his fellow soldiers at the BSAA, stick-up-the-butt men with trained military hounds. And judging by the posters hung on the windows outside the pet store, satisfaction was guaranteed. So he expected to enter a building of colourful lights, cheery music, and happy hybrids as far as the eye could see. Fluttering butterflies, sunshine and rainbows. Just like the commercials on tv. 

What a heap of shit. A smelly one, too. Big, steamy, stinky load of it. Those flyers were all smoke and mirrors, and let’s just say this was one hell of a broken mirror. The place reeked of bad luck. At least the stalls were cleaner than his conscience. Should he have actually done his research for this, even if it was just for appearances? It wasn’t the worst place in the world for him to go looking, right? No, right. 

Leon had seen his fair share of hybrids in his time at the DSO. Missions where he took them out of labs, stopped genetic modification. Sick bastards they were, people prodding rabbits with all kinds of needles. Yeah, he enjoyed taking those types of operations down. 

But he’d also seen the ones trotting around the office on occasion. Trained to sniff out B.O.W blood, or health herbs and antibiotics. And yeah, he was intrigued. Had watched the training rounds, memorised the starting commands, noted the stiff tail and hard gaze on every breed there. So he figured he may as well take a look at the less hard-ass offers.

God, what a mistake that was.

How had the mighty fallen so far? He’d planned to walk the dusty concrete floors with pride, to look down at the row upon row of hybrids only to decide no, he did not in fact, need a pet. A companion. A friend, a lover, whatever. No rabbits, no puppies, no kitties. He was too old for this shit. He’d seen it all before, lazing black cats and bouncy bunnies. Nothing stuck out to him, he’d tried. He could at least say he tried. From then on if anyone asked why his face would sink into a frown watching his coworkers bring in their happy-go-lucky hybrids, he had an open opportunity to rub a calloused palm over the salt-sweat skin of his neck and mutter that he tried.

That’s what mattered, right? Sure, that’s what mattered. He tried. He kept that thought in mind as workers tried introducing him to some of their more ‘respectable’ species, the fluffier cat girls and boxier dog boys. None of it was for him. All of this was a lost cause. 

And then there you were. 

Next thing he knew he had the thought of you living at his house stuck in the back of his head. Not just the back, though. No you’d left handprints - pawprints - over every fissure of his brain, burrowing into the ventricles. Now you were doing two little circles before settling into his cerebrum, digging at the surface to bury down nice and deep. Maybe bury a bone there. Extra comfy. 

He’s stuck. 

You’re a cutie. Pretty as a picture. A fine should be plastered across that sweet face for even existing, a paper bag over your head. It’s a crime for anything resembling you to exist, because otherwise Leon would’ve picked up every hybrid on the street. Those puppy-dog eyes pierced right through his soul like a bullet to the chest. And he left his kevlar vest at home, too. What a mistake. 

A floppy eared thing, fluffed to the max, your tail tapping aimlessly behind you. Bored. Lonely. They kept the pup hybrids in separate kennels when the little kids weren’t here to meet them, so you were on your own. Eyes as big as saucers, he was sure they’d have popped out of your head by now like one of those squeeze toys, the ones you squish so they squeak something reedy and awful. 

Glossy. You looked dejected, sad. Hopeful yet hopeless. In his mind he saw you bounding through long green grass in the dark night, nipping at fireflies between golden giggles. Watching you paw at the sky aimlessly, beckoning upon lightning bugs so you might try and ‘accidentally’ catch one in your mouth. You were made to be loved by someone.

It hurt. In a way you reminded him of his younger self. That cop, once bright eyed and bushy tailed, now decaying and withering into the husk of a human he was now. The one that burned down with the rest of whatever was left of Raccoon City.

And yeah, he wasn’t proud of this shelter specifically being his only pick of the bunch, there were hundreds he could’ve picked from. But this was a boot-out shelter, AKA they only hold onto hybrids for so long before kicking them to the curb. Just the thought of you, your fluffy self out on the streets..

He couldn’t let that happen to you.

And then those wet eyes fell on him and your tail swished quicker, your ears perking. Like a heartbeat picking up, a skipping pulse. You’re playing jump rope with the veins to his heart, his BPM’s music to those fuzzy ears. And that tail? Oh it’s swaying to the beat.

Something in your body seemed to click at the sight of him. It was an instinct, a switch flicking in your puppy brain. If he were in a movie this would be the part where time slows down and the camera focuses on his face and your own, panoramic view of the environment you both found yourselves in. Your face behind the bars, slowly shuffling your way towards him in curiosity. 

That’s when he knew he had to take you home. Surely he was a better choice than the other scum that might get a hold of a soft thing like you. And you seemed sweet. So it was settled.

The paperwork was easy enough. Signing on dotted lines, signatures to his left and right. Handing over his credit card for the chance at ‘friendship’ or something like that. The only thing he truly recalled was leaving with you in the backseat, curled up against the car cushions. 

Change. That’s what this would be.

You were well behaved. Quiet, too. At first anyway. Leon’s whole life had been thrown into disarray and all he had to do was give his credentials to some lady with a blurry nametag, confirm he wasn’t a psycho murderer or trying to Cruella DeVille you for your ears and tail. Which he absolutely didn’t have the time for, so no need to worry about that factor.

It only took a few hours for his house to be filled to the brim with new puppy gear. Collars and leashes of different colours (he couldn’t decide on those), squeaky toys and stuffed animals, comfy clothing, food and water bowls, and of course one of those playpens to lock up overnight. Leon wasn’t entirely educated on how to take care of you. Was he supposed to get you a room, a proper bed? How human was he supposed to treat you? 

The overall adjustment period was fast, for you anyway. Sure, at first you’d gone all timid when he brought you home, staring up at this well-built, shaggy man in a leather jacket like he was about to lock you in your cage forever. Might be a poacher, your brain scrambled together, or one of those mill owners. Yeah, he looked the type. But as soon as you heard him whisper a “Well hey there, sweetheart,” in your direction in hopes of coaxing you out of the backseat you were set and smitten. And in case he was still hesitant, you gave him a pretty clear giveaway on how you felt. After he’d set up your cage in the living room, packed full of blankets and pillows atop your pet bed, and watched you practically dolphin dive into the sea of plush, it became clear you were truly just happy to have a home. You were happy to be with him. 

Not like you spent many days in that puppy bed anyway, it only took a few days for you to come whimpering at Leon's feet in the night to climb under the blankets with him. And of course, he caved. How strong could you expect a man to be? Not to mention the stuffed toys you brought with you every time you hopped up, he’d become familiarised with all their names by the third week. 

Sure, it’d been tough for Leon in some areas, but in some ways it was also easy. You brought solace where you went, and you knew better than to overstep boundaries. He found out quick enough that you didn’t entirely know what to address him as, ‘Leon’ felt strange for some gut reasons but ‘sir’ and ‘mister’ were too formal, so you immediately leapt to daddy. Which, of course, caught him horrendously off-guard. Almost sent him into cardiac arrest the first time you yipped it in his direction, a plaque of cholesterol, fat, and an unbelievable amount of cuteness clogging his arteries. 

The worst part? After a few days he found himself enjoying it. Had his heart fluttering when you giggled it out as he ruffled your ears, rolling onto your back as he gave your belly an affectionate rub. Was he sick for liking it? Sure. He needed a doctor, stat. Symptoms included being extra ready to get home from work, planning his meals more thoroughly, and catching himself daydreaming more than usual. The diagnosis was a fluffy tailed sunshine puppy who trotted around behind him 24/7. A sweet shadow, a nosy thing. Prescribed treatment? Lots of cuddles, apparently. Cuddles, and plenty of daily shenanigans.

On one particular day he caught sight of you padding through the hallway slowly, looking up at all the photos he had hung upon the walls. Drinks with Claire and Chris on his birthday where he (begrudgingly) attended the surprise party they’d set up. Standing in the Whitehouse with some old man in a fancy suit. An old picture of just him sat atop the table below it all, his graduation photo from the police academy. He didn’t have the heart to throw it out. That was merely one of many old-news trinkets scattered around the house, objects that told a mixed story of Leon Kennedy. Well, now it was the house of Leon Kennedy and his puppy girl.

With a soft thud you sat your cute butt down on the floorboards to simply.. Stare. Examine, memorise, imagine what it was all like. 

Maybe his hair was softer in this photo, shaggier in that. Darker features and rougher around the edges, as if someone had switched from watercolour to graphite, defining his jaw. More stubbled and strong now, with a broader frame. Like watching a tree trunk even out, sprouting tough branches, leaves coming to fall over his eyes in bangs. He needed a haircut soon. 

However, in that moment of watching you, he knew he’d made the right decision. He saw it in the way the silhouette of your tail swished in interest, how your flopped ears perked up an inch whenever you focused on the finer details. Most of all he loved that signature puppy head-tilt. He got one of those whenever you didn’t understand what he was saying, be that garble about his work or the lulled out words from whatever book he read to you as you laid in his lap.

Yes, you laid in his lap now. And it was starting to feel so normal to him. The wagging tail in his peripheral vision, your eyes peeking up at his desk in his study. It all came so naturally, including the moments of chaos. One of which was the messy dance of getting you bathed, or dressed.

Baths. God, you stood your ground on baths. As soon as you heard the pipes squeal you took off like a rocket. Zoomed past the potted plants, darting through the backdoor if you could make it in time. Leon had to scoop you up mid-sprint as you wriggled and squeaked to get out of his hold, and shit did you run fast when you felt like it. Oh sure, you dragged your feet to snails-pace when you had to leave the park, but suddenly his puppy had the legs of a trackstar when it was bathtime. Once he actually had you in the warm water it was a whole other thing. You just couldn’t sit still for the life of you. Thank god for bath toys, or else you’d spend every second giving your flapping ears and soaked hair the signature wet dog shake. He turned his back? Shake. Reached for the shampoo? Shake. Went to turn the faucet on? Shake. He’d honestly rather you do that than try to jump out, and at least you got extra comfy with him when it came time to towel dry you. The last time he tried the hairdryer method you’d snapped and barked at the hot air like it was a personal affront, as if the loud hum was cursing you out in its own fan-whirring way. Then came the clothes.

On a good day he could wrangle you into a shirt of some kind (usually one of his own) and a pair of fluffy shorts with a hole in the back for your tail. On other days it was a tug-of-war fight over a v-neck because it’s obviously an invitation to play and growl between giggles and not Leon seriously begging a quiet “Baby- honey, no- Please, sweetheart, Chris is coming over and you can’t be butt naked, listen to daddy-”. Sometimes he really thought those floppy ears were just painted on. God, you were a little menace.

Luckily you were also adorable. Sure, a little dull, but so damn sweet. He couldn’t count how many times he’d pretend to throw a ball, watching you go sprinting out across the floorboards, slipping in your socks, in desperate search for it. Then it’s the head tilt, a routine trot around the coffee table, and sitting in the hall with a quiet whine. Vanished, poof, thin air. Gone.  Not to worry, cause soon Leon calls out an ‘Oh look!’ and the ball has magically teleported back into his hand to your shock and awe. Pawing at his hand and begging him to explain how on earth he learned such witchcraft. 

But there were a few things that threw him off guard about you, even after settling into this routine. For starters, your face. He didn’t mean that in a harmful way, he promises. Cross his heart and all that. But you were just so… gentle. Bright. Sometimes he found himself squinting at the sheer shine of you. Made him wonder if you came with batteries that just never got removed, corroded into place after years of chasing your own tail. Stuck on this constant sunshiney state with no way to power down. 

And you were manufactured in some lab, a biological anomaly even he couldn’t wrap his head around. A person who wasn’t whole and yet was so much more than that. You contained multitudes, brought life and colour in ways those others may see a ‘normal’ never could. The pitch of your bark, your hatred - and he meant hatred - of squirrels, how fast you leapt at the opportunity for a ride in the car. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he was proud to be the one to bring you home. That he was the one to trace the curves of your hand, to rub your ears, to hold you in his lap while watching late-night tv. This was good for him. This was good for both of you.

Day after day he found himself adoring you in a new way. A week ago he’d have dropped his head in his hands at the sight of you nosing his morning slippers towards his feet in the wee hours of the morning, now he can’t help but smile sleepily. Lopsided and scratchy from his beard. Because despite the energy threatening to burst from your body, you still took the time to sit and wait for him to get up. 

He was a weak man now. A trained government agent was trailing behind his puppy girl in a pet store as you insisted on getting specifically that bunny with those ears cause it looked like the one that ran outside the living room window every day. And he listened to every ramble about said rabbit as you trotted to the cash register, plushie in mouth.

He’d fallen. Hard. 

Time had passed in the blink of an eye before either of you could process it. Seasons blurred into a kaleidoscope of colours, and soon enough Leon found himself with a cuddle buddy more often than he did an empty bed. The feeling of your nose nuzzled into his shirt, strings of happy whimpers and whines mumbled from your sleepy lips, it all became his white noise. You’d made very quick friends with the sprinklers out in the yard by the time summer had rolled around, jumping back and forth over the swinging water in an attempt to catch it in your mouth. All Leon had to do was sit on the porch and watch in adoration.

What you both seemed to adore much less was when Leon left for work. It had you pawing at the windows with screeching nails, teary eyed and howling when he got home extra late. He didn’t have the heart to lock you up when he left, something about it made his chest strain. His poor girl, stuck in her little blanket cave, wondering where her daddy went. Pawing aimlessly at the wired frame, chewing on the gate between whimpers. He couldn’t bear the thought. It ached, in fact. You were hurting his heart without even doing anything.

But the past four days had been a nightmare. His first long term assignment since adopting you. Sure, Claire and Chris had done their best to entertain you since you couldn’t just be left home alone, plenty of toys and games and walks, but it just wasn’t it. You’d pace in little circles, whining and crying and crying and whining. Hours spent drying your tears with cooing and shushing from the Redfield siblings only to burst the pipes and sob some more. It was no use. Until he came back.

And now he had. After so many days (a million, you’d told Claire) without him, he was home. 

The sound of his motorcycle - that he’d retired from everything other than work for obvious reasons, vis-à-vis your sensitive ears - was a dead giveaway, and soon enough you had your cheeks squished up against the front window yapping away till your vocal cords strained. God, wasn’t that a sight. Face lifted into a glowing grin, ear perked up, tail a wagging mess. You looked like a whirlwind had been stuffed down into a body, and you were ready to tear through his home. An oh so dangerous fuzzy tornado on the hunt for endless snuggles and belly rubs to swallow up, up, up into your cyclone of love. 

You were gorgeous. You were adorable. You were everything he didn’t know he needed. He’d hardly stepped foot in the house and you were already jumping up to try and kiss and lick at his face with a thousand puppy kisses, tail wagging so fast you might just take flight. Like one of those cartoon dogs from those 80’s shows, ones Leon still can’t name to this day. That was the other good thing about all of this, you made him laugh. Chuckling hoarsely as he pushed past the door only to be met with your arms wrapped around him excitedly. 

“Daddy, you’re back! You’re home! I missed you!” Yip, yip, bark. You were melting his heart, almost running yourself into the wall at the sheer buzz of excitement thrumming through your body. 

Oh, how he’d missed you, rubbing that tender spot between your ears with a kiss to your hair. 

You’d made him soft. A side of him he never knew existed came out when he got you.

“I missed you too, pup.” He could only shake his head with a tired grin, dropping his bag at the door by the coat rack and shoe cubby. He’d had to buy one since you’d developed the habit of stealing his slippers to use as makeshift mittens. “Be careful where you’re walking there, honey.”

You were too busy babbling away about everything you’d done while he was gone to hear him properly, from playing a gazillion games of fetch to daily trips to the park. How that chipmunk had purposely ticked you off so you pawed at a tree trunk yapping at it for a good 5 minutes. And of course, how you’d almost managed to finally catch your tail. Looking up at him with so much pure puppy love with every step you took backwards through the hallway with a quickly wagging tail. You couldn’t keep your eyes off him, you’d just missed him too much. 

That tail of yours though, it was out of control. Swish, swish, wag, sway. Mind of its own. Too happy to have your daddy home to focus on anything else. Pure puppy love. 

During your ramblings as Leon slowly worked at his shoelaces and zipper, all you could do was emphasise how happy you were that Chris had caved and let you visit the cafe downtown. Whilst mid explanation about what a ‘puppuccino’ was and how spectacular it tasted, the sudden smack of your fur against glass had you jumping in surprise. It seemed you’d collided with something in the midst of your excitement. The impact was followed by a loud crack, one that had Leon’s head pulling up to a swift stillness, no longer worried about getting his boots off. 

“What was that?”

There’s a concoction of emotions in his voice. A cocktail of worry, concern, and an off sternness. He’s hardly ever been stern with you. The last time he had been, the sad look on your face had him faltering. Usually he was so comfortable with being stern, it flowed freely through his body like the familiar warmth of whiskey. It was something he was so used to. But he wasn’t used to those glossy eyes tearing up at him. He was just a man, after all. And you were his puppy. 

That thought seemed to elude you both right now though, jolting to step away from the broken picture frame, looking down at the damage you’d done.

“Pup, are you-”

His academy graduation photo. You’d smacked it with your tail, and the frame had snapped.

All the colour drained from Leon’s face in one fell swoop. His calm, tired gaze ripped wide into one of shock, kicking his shoes into the shelves with a harsh thud.

“No- no no, no- shit!” His voice was a boom, it was loud and uncontrollable. Shaking the plaster of the walls with rolling thunder, his eyes zeroed in on the shattered glass, lightning crackling behind stormy blue eyes. Usually they looked so clear. Usually he was clear, his intentions and his love, how he was trying to and learning to get used to this life. And for a while he really was. “Goddamnit!”

And then this happened. 

And it was scary. You wouldn’t admit it out loud, but it frightened you. A dead giveaway was how your ears flattened against your hair, once wagging tail now dead still and tucked between your legs. You’re cowering. 

You were afraid. 

But Leon didn’t notice. No, this was the end of a short fuse after a long week of work. A flame to the stick of dynamite Leon Scott Kennedy sometimes found himself to be. This was not what he wanted to come home to. He was too busy pulling at his hair in a nostalgic wave of guilt, of horror clawing up his back, staring at the mess.

The mess you’d made.

Cracked fingers pick at the shattered glass in hopes of salvaging what he could, the sharp edges slicing at the flesh that had grown tender with your touch. 

You’d made him soft.

Had that been a mistake?

It must have been with the way he flinched back, cursing under his breath. Shards of the frame bit at his fingers as if in anger, snapping dogs of his past. Not like his pup, not like his sweet girl curled up in the corner, wondering if this meant he hated her.

That wasn’t the worst part.

Right across the top corner of the photo the paper had been scratched, ripped by a stray piece of glass. Slicing through the date he’d graduated. The day he thought everything was going to start getting better way back when. The sight had his whole body frozen in place. Bracing for something to happen, because something always happened to him. The feeling building from his belly to his chest, from his chest to his eyes. It was sickeningly familiar. It was a bullet to Leon’s shoulder. It was the click of a lighter to a cigarette. The screams from an Eastern European church. His bloodied fists against Arias’ face. The mole in his unit.

It was the gunshot that ripped through his family home. 

That’s what really set him off.

“This was the one thing I had from it all, this was it! The one good thing!” Rambling like a mad man, someone you’d watch talk to himself on the sidewalk late into the night. “And it was in such- such good condition. It was perfect. It was all perfect before you- Damn it, pup, why couldn’t you-”

By the time he’d finally turned to you, his words screeched to a halt. Brakes squealing at the velocity of such a hit, a surprise, he could feel his heart overturn. Rolling haphazardly down the highway. He couldn’t stop it, because he caused it. He caused such an accident. So busy running on empty thanks to work that the dried out tank had crushed beneath his feet, crunching steel caving so easily. Weak. You were weak for him. He was just only seeing it now.

He’d hurt your feelings, whether he meant to or not. Over an accident, no less.

He was the reason your body was quaking in fits similar to that of a leaf atop frozen winds. Why your eyes were shot open, glossy and round, like the first cracks in the icy pond at your favourite park making way for water. And you looked like you’d plunged through the surface. 

Maybe the most awful detail of all was the fact that Leon simply didn’t know what to say to make this better.

Licking over his chapped lips, the air in his lungs seemed to dissipate. He was left breathless, and not in the way he usually liked to be. Not like when he watched you pick at the dandelions in the backyard, or when you chased your tail in circles to the point of dizziness. Someone had trapped him in a vacuum of consequences, leaving him to face them. To face you, you and those big puppy-dog eyes threatening to flood with tears. “Look I didn’t- Oh, c’mon. You know I didn’t mean it like-”

It wasn’t working. His words were getting caught in his throat, pulling a tense cough from his chest. As if the answer was teasingly scratching at his vocal chords and no amount of water could wash it away. He could feel his chest tighten, any trace of anger or frustration being flushed from his system. Now he could think clearly. He could see how heartbroken you were.

The biggest giveaway was how your body leaned in the direction of the living room without thinking, braced on your toes. An instinct dug deep beneath those layers of fuzz and the warmth of your hand in his own. Something to be left untouched, like a toy you’d buried in the backyard, under pile after pile of soil and past traumas. 

Now Leon had dirt on his hands. The clouds in that stormy blue seemed to clear out, the moonlight streaming through the window like a lighthouse reflection. He was seeking you out, trying to let you know it was clear. That you were safe.

It just wasn’t enough.

“Hey.. Hey, no. Honey-

It was no use. He’d blinked and you were gone, left with the echo of your sock-clad footfalls against hardwood floors. Every step beating in unison with his pulse, his ears rang to the rhythm of your rushed breaths. Now you were the one pulling him along on a leash. Tugging at the weak retractable cords of his heartstrings, you’ve wrapped him around a tree once, twice, three times. His head was spinning, a splitting heat sizzling in his frontal lobe frying the edges of his mind until they curled. 

Rubbing a hand over his face, smearing the guilt from cheek to cheek, up to his forehead. He was swimming in that grief. Mourning a time before this one, praying for a reset button. You had such a way of turning him inside out without knowing it, pulling his muscles and bone up from his anatomy to gnaw affectionately on his femur and nip at his biceps. He barely hid anything from you, he never felt the need to. Who were you going to tell? The mosquitos you stalked after with a batting tail in the cooler summer nights? Please. And half the time you didn’t really understand what was going on, anyway. So there was no harm in letting you lay your head in his lap while lounging on the couch, his voice a deep lullaby soothing you to sleep, aimlessly tapping your tail against the cushions. You were so pure. You didn’t mean any harm, you never did. Leon wasn’t sure you had one malicious bone in that cute body of yours. 

How was he supposed to approach this, though? This had been the first major incident in your white-picket-fence-esque lifestyle. Did he go upstairs and change out of clothes dusted in gunpowder and shame? Try with a clean state so you had some time to yourself, some space? Is that what you wanted?

No. No, knowing your usually chipper clingy self that was probably the last thing you wanted. So he manned up, got his shit together. An unusual thing for him to say about himself, but he was in an unusual situation.

After shrugging his leather jacket off and leaving it to hang on the coat rack, he swore to leave his aggression with it. Tucked into the pockets and zipped tight, so he might save it for his next mission. There was no use in bringing shit like that into his home, where his girl was. So he’d let it gather like lint until the next time he washed it, then he’d let his conscience run through a spin cycle; in which he meant watching you do three little spins before settling into bed. You were better than any washing detergent, cleaned his slate better than disinfectant. They should sell your personality in stores, bottle your giggles for junkies to get hits off. You could be the next meth with how happy you made him, had him flying high as a kite.  

And he’d made you so sad. He was your daddy, it was his job to keep you safe, not sad. Now he had to fix that.

Your playpen. It was a puppy’s dream to get the luxuries you did, most likely. Leon couldn’t help but spoil you with everything soft, plush and velvet. It matched you. And watching you lay in front of the window, squeaky toy mid squeal lodged between your jaws lazily, was worth all the money in the world to him. Everything you did drove him nuts, he was starting to realise why so many people suggested getting a hybrid. Leon hadn’t understood what the deal was until you arrived. And now? Oh, he needed a lobotomy at this rate, because all he could think of was you. Work? You. Driving? You. Hell, his breaktime at the office made him miss the way you’d yell ‘Are you doneeeeee?’ at him from down the hall, awaiting your allocated cuddle time. You had him chasing his own tail, and he didn’t even have one.

Draped in a paw-print blanket and stuffed full of toys, the sides of your food and water bowl lovingly chewed on. Always sinking those canines into whatever you could. Well, whatever you could that wasn’t out of the question. Shoes were a big no no, the sprinkler system too, Leon was sure to make that clear. Not like the water tasted any good from it, anyway. 

With a quiet grunt (he really wasn’t getting any younger) he slowly kneeled down, denim brushing over varnished wood, peeking through the open gate of your pen. Despite having both feet on the ground - well, rather two knees - this still felt risky to him. Not like disarming a bomb, more like negotiating a hostage situation. Taking your hand in his own to lead you away from himself.

He kept his voice soft, quiet, as gentle as someone of Leon’s stature and nature could be. Like asking a wolf to hide its fangs, but he did his best.

“Hi there, darlin’.” 

He always did his best with you.

Well, almost always.

No answer. Just the sound of your meek panting, sniffling between breaths. Tears making every inhale salty in your nose and on your tongue. You always preferred it sweeter. He hated being the reason your mouth felt off, watching you run your pink tongue along your cheeks as if trying to get the taste out. At least you were still awake. Amidst the darkness of your cage he could see you buried under a mountain of blankets, digging yourself in like a tick. Head burrowed in tight, he felt like even if he tried to gently coax you out by the body you’d keep shuffling along into the plush. He’d have to stop this from the root, twist and pop you out gently. So he tried that with words. 

“You wanna come out of your little cave there?”

The brief whimper that passed your lips was enough of an answer for him, no words had to be spoken for him to catch on. He sighed.

“Yeah, I guess that’s fair enough. Daddy was a bit of a dick, huh?”

The slight movement under piles of pink and yellow told him your tail was wagging, and that made his heart hurt even more. It was bleeding through his shirt at this point, darlin’. Don’t do that to him, he’s too old to deal with this kind of pain. Might just kill him one of these days. Because even after he’d snapped at you, broken down the walls of trust you’d both spent months building, you were still reaching out to place a new brick down. To keep it all from crumbling. Leon rested his palms on the scuffed denim of his jeans. Sure, he’d done his schooling, graduated and all that, but now he found himself searching the corners of his mind for the right words. Like he was putting a puzzle together, trying to piece syllable to noun to verb until they clicked. But they didn’t exactly click. Then again, nothing ever did with Leon. 

Except you.

“I didn’t.. Mean what I said. I just cut myself off at the worst time possible. I wasn’t thinking. Da-” he paused himself for a moment. Fuck, it’d become a bad habit. Was it still okay to call himself something like that in this kind of situation? “I’m not very good with words. M’ better with actions, y’know. Making things, helping people. I’m not exactly a wordsmith here, darlin’.” 

There was a rustle. In the darkness of your pillows and blankets you found room to move. And he could tell it was closer to him from how the pile slouched in his direction, indicating the shifting of your body. You looked a bit like a molerat to be honest, an adorable one, or one of those prairie dogs, with the way your head makes an evident dent in the covers. He wouldn’t tell you that, though. Might take it the wrong way. 

Out pops your fluffy ears, the silhouette of your tearful face. His stoic demeanour over the years shatters like that same photo frame, how the hallway’s dim lighting catches in your glossy eyes. It’s like looking at the moon in all her solemn sadness, amongst the stars, alone.

He can’t leave you like that. 

“Hi, baby.” It’s a whisper. He’s too scared if he talks any louder you’ll huddle back up. He never wants to make you worried, or frightened, or anything really. He loves you just the way you are.

“Hi..”

Leon had no idea how much he’d missed that voice until he heard it for the first time after a long lonesome 20 minutes of silence. It’s an icepick to his frozen mind, chipping away those worries he had of you maybe never talking to him again. You were a sweet thing, but also sensitive. It was part of the reason he cared for you so deeply. You’d dug down under his skin, doggy-paddled through his blood stream and settled comfortably right on his heart. 

“..Are you gonna, y’know,” Through the dark haze of shadows and soft rain against the windows, he could see you fiddling with your fingers. You’re nervous. Voice small and isolated, muffled through your soundproofing of comfy blankets and soft stuffies. It only made his head ache more. “Take me back?”

That one threw him off guard. He wasn’t expecting that kind of question, if anything he thought you’d ask if you were still in trouble. “Back? Back where?”

“..The shelter.”

He couldn’t see his own face, but he could just imagine how it twisted in confusion. “What? No, darlin’.” 

“Oh..”

Yeah. Oh. So that’s what all of this had been about. It wasn’t just him yelling, it was the thought that you might get boxed up and shipped back. Kicked to the curb. Leon pictured it again, your shivering frame on the street, or back in that damp kennel surrounded by yelling dogs and strict meal times. “Why the hell would you think that?”

“Cause I broke something, and I was too rowdy.. I can’t sit still..”

The very reason he’d adopted you in the first place was to save you from that life, one of struggle and pain and sadness, yet you still feared it. Solely for, what, acting like a puppy? The very thing you were a hybrid of? If he weren’t so worried about you he’d be pissed at the world in all honesty.

“Baby, is that how you ended up there? Did someone..” He had no time to finish that question before you were nodding. You looked so ashamed, it ripped him in two. Someone had shoved his heart through a paper shredder and used the strips to line a hybrid play-pen floor. 

Returned, handed off, a hand-me-down. That’s what you saw yourself as. Damaged goods. His voice cracked as he muttered softly, his face painted in nothing but sympathy. “Oh, puppy..”

Almost instantly a ball of fluff came barrelling out of the playpen right into Leon’s chest, a winded ‘oof!’ puffed from the man’s ribs. Could’ve cracked them with the force of your love. Softer than any cannon ball, fuzzier than any bullet. Yet you still managed to have him coughing out a chuckle, his nose nuzzling up into your hair. He couldn’t help but breathe out a sigh of relief. Because it was a sure sign that you didn’t hate him.

“There’s my girl.”

A meek whine bubbled up from your throat at the sheer joy of being back in your owner’s embrace, enveloped in his comforting smell. And Leon couldn’t resist resting his chin on your head as you sat crumpled in his lap. A scarred-over hand brushing through your hair, rubbing bruised thumbs over the soft velvet of your ears. Every touch, every loving gesture had your tail whipping against the floorboards. You truly were his good girl. Still sniffling, you tilted your head in that sweet puppy way to look at him properly, taking in the face of the man who you loved more than anything; yes, that included treats, walks, and toys. It was quite the accomplishment, an honour really. Leon should be proud of himself for that one. 

“M’ sorry..”

There it was again, always saying sorry for things you didn’t mean to cause. Sometimes things you didn't even do. He shook his head at even the thought of that. Not scolding, but shushing. Like he didn’t want to hear you apologise for something that was hardly your fault. “Sweetheart, hey. It’s alright. I can always get a new picture frame, it’s no problem. What I can’t get is a new puppy. Wanna know why?”

Of course you did, that was a silly question. But he loved watching your ears flop as you nodded, made his pulse flutter like he had a butterfly in his veins, or a hummingbird. Humming away to the steady thrum picking up in pace. “Cause there’s only one you. And frankly, I’ve already called dibs, so I’m not givin’ you up for anything.”

That seemed to settle something in you, the pace of your tail picking up to its regular happy thump. Large hands encased either side of your head to brush over your fluffy ears, the velvety texture smooth under years of scarred tissue. And that fresh cut he had yet to bandage up. That could be done later, though. Right now he was more focused on plastering a hello-kitty bandaid over your heart. Leon was bad at this stuff, real bad. If there was a class for hybrid owner’s he’d have been expelled in seconds, set a new world record. Because even after having you with him for months he had to admit, he still had no idea what he was doing. He wanted to make that clear, no point in lying to you.

Gravelly voice turned smooth and soft, someone had put his whiskey rocks through a blender. He was a slushy now because of you. A messy, overpriced, alcoholic slushy. 

 “But I wanna try my hardest to make you feel loved here. Because believe me, you are. You and all your.. Energy, let’s say. You’re my fluff ball, aren’t ya?”

He doesn’t need words, words aren’t a strong suit for either of you. So he settled for the affectionate lick to the cheek you gave him, followed by your high pitched whine when you snuggled down into his lap with wiggling hips. Makes a huff of laughter rumble from his chest, not like the thunderous yelling you once heard. This was that of a car’s slow movement, of white noise to sleep.

Because at the end of the day you were each other’s peace. 

Lips press to your hair in a gentle manner, and Leon found himself nuzzling his nose down against your own.

 “Yeah you are. You’re daddy’s best girl.”

It’s a balm for the wounds on your soul, settling into his arms like you were made for them. Manufactured with his name printed across your heart where no-one could see it, you’d just had to find him. And now you had, and he had no intention of letting you go. If he could, he’d velcro you to his body.  

Yeah, Leon swore he’d never let you go.

And he might be a bastard at times, but he made good on his promises.

The next week you were walking past the hall of photos, the one Leon commissioned of you and him out in the backyard was already hung. The outtakes of you sprinting off to chase a squirrel mid-shutter are his to keep tucked in his wallet, though. For the longer work days or boring lines at the DMV, all that shit. 

 But the formal one, the proper one, is right above the new frame you insisted on decorating for his graduation photo. Complete with smiley stickers and paint and hearts he’d carefully exacto-knifed around to give a clear view of his picture. You’d jumped around like a bouncy ball when he was cutting the excess sticky paper away, little yaps of ‘Is it done?! Is it finished?! Can I see it?!’ like you hadn’t been the one to seal it in glitter glue in the first place. 

And honestly, he loved it. Like you were leaving your pawprints on his past, making a new path of swaying tails and giggling fits to lead him with a tugging leash into his brighter future. Like you were meeting an older version of him. One before he became a little more bruised, a little more cold. But you’d helped chip that down with your tugging paws and cute canines.

He was softer now. And he’d decided yes, that was a good thing. Meant he was more suited for you, more tender with you. 

“C’mon, babygirl. Wanna go for a walk?” He already knows the answer. But watching you skitter on your feet to sprint towards him never gets old. Wagging tail and voice chirping.

“Can we get a pup cup on the way back? Please?”

Because if that freshly appointed rookie cop version of Leon could meet you, he’d be just as in love with you as he is right now. 

“Aw I’m not made of stone now, am I sweetheart?”

And he’d agree, that new frame looks much better.

Consider buying me boba!