#this is because practice and games are things he is always at so time with you is already tight

[militaryapple]

MY BEST FRIEND'S BROTHER IS THE ONE FOR ME .ᐟ

synopsis. mc leaves to go to the store and youre left alone with her wildly hot "brother". so what if you both get tipsy? whats the harm in that? its not like she liked him anyways.

cw. fem!reader, you & mc are bff's, virginity loss, cunillingus, oral ( fem recieving ), p in v creamie, pet names, unprotected (PLEASE BE PROTECTED OMG), praise like a lot of it, fingering, use of term "babygirl", biting, teasing (omg i need this man bad.)

add ons. this came to me in a dream. sum like that.

wc. 2.6k

sundays were the best. why? because you spent the entire day with her. your best friend in the entire world, and you meant that. you couldn't do anything without her, not like she'd let you anyway. you'd both had always been with each other. you guys were practically holding hands in the womb. which could probably explain the same brain wave you both share.. nonetheless it doesn't wipe away that Sundays were the best. hanging out with your best friend, playing games and well..

eyeing her super-hot unrelated related brother. okay, fine, you go over her dorm on Sundays to oogle her so-called "brother". what's the harm in that? it's not like you're acting on your feelings. it was just a small crush you've had.. since forever. it's also not like he noticed you anyways, he's always had his eyes set out for her. you don't loathe them for that. its how things have always been. its fine you don't mind, as long as you get to keep your friendship its fine.

a loud slapping noise snapped you back into reality as you look down at the table, the red uno card with a number 6 on it scattered down. fuck. pick up 3. you groan as you watched how happily she hummed. for a hunter, she knows how to play uno really well. you sigh in defeat as you set down the uno cards.

"whatever" you mumble softly. "you probably cheated anyways! hey, actually lets do a rematch! I can win!" you slammed your soda down on the table as she shook her head in disapproval. "nuh-uh! you said if I won 3 times in a row you'd do it!" she slammed her cup down in resilience. you really need to stop making bets you cant win. you fall back on the bed to resign. "fine! I'm not going to the store with you though. that shits like an hour away for one and two I do NOT want to hear you rub in my face on how you won."

she hummed in approval as she eyed you down. "I can take that over not winning any day. you might miss out on some really good in and out though" she said sweetly, you thought about it before huffing out "a slushy and small fry." was all she needed to hear before getting up, and right on cue, he came in. caleb looked down at her, then at you. his face widens in a grin. "what bet did you win today pip-squeak?" he said patting her head and chuckling. she pointed towards you and embarrassment washed in. next thing you know she had taken caleb's key and waved goodbye to the both of you.

knowing her it would take 2 hours to get from the store and back, she gets side tracked too easily. sometimes you worry for your best friend. caleb slumped down on the couch, turning on the tv as he looked at you before calling out. "hey, get over here. you and I both know it'll be a while until she comes back. plus.. she has my keys and car. can't go anywhere now." he scooted over patting next to him on the side of the couch.

you got up and moved next to him, scooting towards the other end of the couch as you both watched the agonizingly boring movie that played. sometimes you didn't get these one on one moments with him. compared with her, he's more quiet around you. sometimes with the occasional flirty friendly banter, he seemed.. more comfortable. you two have known each other for a long time, so it wouldn't hurt to just make a simple conversation with him right? with that thought you scooted closer to him.. then after a while a little closer.. then just pushing your luck just a tad bit closer.

caleb looked down at you, he let out a small laugh before holding his arm out and shifting his position, he pulled you closer now wrapping his arm around you while you leaned on him. you could smell the faint scent of musk, like a woody pine tree. it wasn't a bad smell. "you thought I wouldn't notice?" he said gently. he looked down at you in amusement. he enjoyed this, and it was good for you to know that thankfully you didn't step over any boundaries you thought you two had established.

you huffed as you looked away. "I was just making this more comfortable for us." you waved your hand in his face. "we're stuck together, right?" you hummed looking up at him. his face shifting from calm to surprised, and then smug.

you swore you could see a glint in his eye.

"okay, take a shot if you don't want to answer, or you can answer. there was more to the game but uh, that's more for parties." he said sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. your face waved over with an emotion of shock, or was it amusement? whichever came into your mind first. "I didn't know mr. gentleman here was the party type. caleb we've been friends since we were kids, I want to play the actual game. not some remake you just made up." you snickered, your arms crossing as you leaned back on the couch, caleb sat across from you on the floor, yet he was still eye level with you.

"hey." he snapped back in a hurt tone, "Im not just a party guy. I only do it if you and her aren't here entertaining me or if you guys are done and I have some spare time. I cant always intrude on both of your adventures. and I still am a gentleman." he prided himself. it makes you think, how many times have you and your best friend left caleb while you both went on your little rendezvous? oh whatever, think later win now.

caleb started out first, he flipped the card over and handed It to you. you looked at it. you gave a quick glance at him before you read the card out loud. "okay, how many times have you got off this week.. and what to?" you said shyly, setting down the card gently. fuck that was a weird question. It's a drinking game but, jesus. caleb turned flushed, he coughed before looking away and pouring himself a shot.

"..."

that's okay, you wouldn't answer either, and skipping it would be more embarrassing, you picked up a card and slid it over to caleb. he almost choked. "are you sure-" he said in-between coughs, "you want to play this? I think I have the wrong deck-" he said quickly scrambling to grab the cards before you could stop him.

"its fine" you said happily "I want to play caleb, seriously." with that, he settled down, looking at the card you picked up once more and reading it out loud. "think of a person, and point out the feature you notice the most when you see them." he said, placing down the card. fuck.

you don't want to point out his obviously big dick that you look at everytime you see him, but you don't wanna get tipsy the first couple of rounds. you looked at your body and the clothes you had on, oh fuck it. lets go out with a bang. you slip off your black shirt, your pink bra flawlessly taking the spotlight. caleb couldn't help but stare at what seemed to be the prettiest bra in the entire world to him before he looked away. "great start." he mumbled.

caleb picked up a card and handed it to you, a grin forming on your face as you held the card, "biggest turn on?" you asked amused. staring at him as his face gave a wash of surprise, he let out a small chuckle. "ah, cliche to say pretty girls with pretty undergarments?" he said softly. your grin stiffening while you placed the card down. whatever, two can play that game.

you grabbed a card, moving in and leaning towards Caleb because all of a sudden he was just oh so far. handing him the card he could see just enough of your boobs, was that a part of your nip- no. Caleb shook it off as he looked at the card in his hand. "wildest sex dream you've had?" he asked, putting the card down and taking another shot. was it him or was the room warm?

you would tease him and say "my best friend's boyfriend and I on a couch fucking nastily" but you couldn't muster up the words. so instead you poured yourself a shot and down the hatch it went. you weren't a heavy drinker, and not much of a tolerance, which is why you chose to skip and strip instead of sink and drink. so much for not getting tipsy, let alone drunk.

he gulped, grabbing another card, before sliding it to you. he was nervous, had he ever been this nervous around you? like really really nervous? fuck fuck fuck. so many things were going through his mind. it was driving him nuts. you picked up the card and read it, snorting. "childhood crush?" oh. that was easy for him.

"you."

you looked up blinking, scanning his face for any sort of joke, any sort of shift to tell you "haha I'm joking" but there wasn't. he was serious. you grabbed the bottle of pink Whitney, downing as much as you could in a cup before setting it down. "you're fucking lying caleb. don't think I don't see how you look at her." you snapped at him, which only made him laugh. god you were cute.

"yeah," he nodded "but how do you think she'd feel if i was messing around with her best friend hm? how i think about you in ways I shouldn't, how I crave you." oh shit. he had a point. though you looked at your phone, you two still had some alone time. "caleb.." you whimpered softly.

"don't do that to me baby. please." he almost begged you. he got up moving to the couch and leaning over you. his eyes scanning over your body, then his gaze unwavering from your face. "I've always wanted you. ha, sometimes I go crazy thinking about how many guys have even attempted to touch you." his voice barely above a whisper. his breath tickling your face.

"caleb, please. I fucking need you."

the sounds of sloppy kisses and clothes unraveling filled the air, you both moving from the living room to your room. you knew this was bad, but all the guilt you felt seemed to be swept to the side. you could deal with the emotional luggage later, you didn't want it to ruin the perfectly good scenario playing out, the one you thought about ever since you were in high school.

caleb was gentle with you, his hands placed behind your back as he attempted to undo your bra, clearly lost, you took it off and held on to him. he was sweet but eager yet tender with you and patient.

"this is my first time," you say sheepishly. caleb's eyes lit up, a smile on his face while he planted a kiss on the crown of your forehead. "It's alright baby. It's my first time too, I'm especially happy because it's with you." his hands circled around your stomach before making its way down to your clit. he pressed softly against the fabric of your panties while you let out a small mewl.

you sounded better than he imagined. his fingers circling around your clit, and in response he got to hear your beautiful sounds. he was practically drunk off them. his fingers pushed over your panties, exposing your cunt. caleb got down. his hands spreading your legs wider as his lips pressed small kisses against your lower ones.

he was like a pro, his tongue hitting all of your spots as you grab his hair. the way the vibrations of his groans overstimulated you more and more. "you taste absolutely delicious. where has this pretty cunt been all my life?" he groaned, breaking away from your swollen cunt. he got up and leaned into you, bringing your head up.

"wanna know how you taste?"

he kissed you while undoing his pants. sweats dropping while he pushed you down the bed, bringing his cock out. and jesus was he huge. you pulled him down on the bed with you, pushing him against the wall as you sat up towards him. "'m gonna ride you, okay?" you dropped your head down, positioning yourself before selling down on his cock. he was huge, fuck did it hurt so good. caleb couldn't help but dip his head in the crook of your neck, grabbing your hips as he whined in approval.

"thaaats it babygirl. you got it, you're so sweet, just for me, yeah?" he praised you, planting soft kisses all over, his hands guiding your hips rocking you back and forth and around. you held on him as he held you still, his hips thrusting in and out of you at a steady pace. you were cock drunk.

his tip hit every spot, every curve, every corner and inner spot of yours. you were made for his dick. you couldn't help but praise him on how good he was hitting your sweet spots, "you flatter me baby" caleb moaned, biting down on his lower lip.

caleb collected your head pulling it back as he bit down on you, sucking you and licking you. leaving marks showing people that you were his. you were taken, and that would never change. in exchange, you dug your nails in him, and only you would know that they were there, that you were there to place them on him.

caleb flipped you over, pounding into you. one blow after the other. there was no stopping him as he rolled his head back in pure bliss. from this angle he could see all your pretty curves, how your back naturally arches for him. he had fucked you stupid.

caleb growled, "finish with me, please baby" he pleaded, "I wanna feel you cum over my cock again 'n again. you can do that right baby?" he coos. you could feel him reaching deeper in you, stretching you out as his balls slap against your abused cunt.

your body felt like it was on fire. electricity flowing through every vein as you shook your walls gummy and clamping down on him. you're shaking violently as Caleb can't help but get a last few thrusts in. you were squirting.

everywhere.

caleb pulls out and moves back, admiring you, like a piece of artwork. "messy girl" he clicked his tongue before scooping you up and fixing the pillows on your bed, lying you down on one side while he moved to other to lie right next to you. he was sweet. Caleb cuddled and coo'd you, telling you how much of a perfect girl you were, how good you took him and how beautiful you were.

he just stared at you, you looked at him before getting out a small laugh, "yes, I love you too caleb." you say sweetly and he was sure his heart skipped a beat. all he could give back was a smile, kissing the crown of your head.

it was a tender moment before you both were rudely awakened by the door slamming open and loud voice in the back. "what the fuck do you think you're doing?"

oh shit.

[seumyo]

people thinking that sakusa’s being maltreated because of the bruises on his forearm, but the truth is . .

Sakusa is known to always wear his compression sleeves on and off the court for post-game press conferences. It completed his signature look. His overall flair.

Everything seemed normal at first, but it wasn’t long before murmurs surfaced through the room. Reporters exchanged glances, some scrolling through their phones, others whispering among themselves.

The reason? For the first time in a long while, Sakusa wasn’t wearing his compression sleeves.

His toned forearms were exposed for everyone to see, and to the media’s surprise, they weren’t completely unblemished. Faint bruises and clusters of reddish dots speckled his skin—nothing severe, but noticeable enough to raise eyebrows. Some looked older, fading into his skin, while others were more recent.

The questions were bound to come.

“Sakusa-san, many fans have noticed that you’re not wearing your usual sleeves today. And, well…” she hesitated, gesturing vaguely at his arms.

“There’s been a lot of speculation about the marks on your skin. Is everything alright?”

Sakusa blinked once, his expression unreadable. He glanced down at his arms, clearly catching onto what she meant. A moment of silence passed before he let out a slow exhale through his nose.

He knew this would happen eventually.

“Seriously?” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head. Then, into the mic, he deadpanned, “I’m fine.”

The room remained unconvinced.

Sakusa could already imagine what the internet was saying. Rumors were probably spreading like wildfire—was he getting into fights? Had he been injured in training? Worse, was something happening at home?

“If I may, are those from mosquitos? With the recent outbreak of mosquitos due to the warm weather, could it be from those?”

“No.”

“Allergies, perhaps?”

“None.”

A few more reporters shuffled in their seats, hesitant but clearly eager to dig deeper.

Then, another one asked, “Just to clarify, you’re saying these marks aren’t from… any sort of external conflict?”

Sakusa’s brow twitched. He leaned forward slightly, pinching the bridge of his nose through his mask as he adjusted the mic, and let out another small sigh. “I’m not being abused, if that’s what people are implying.”

The room went silent. His fellow players exchanged approving nods, letting their teammate handle the situation.

“My wife is in medical school,” Sakusa continued, his voice even, matter-of-fact. “She’s refreshing her phlebotomy skills, and I often volunteer to be her patient whenever she needs someone for a demo or assignment.”

The silence stretched for a moment before a few quiet chuckles broke through, some from relief, others from sheer amusement at the unexpected explanation. Well, it wasn’t often Sakusa talked about you.

“So… you’re saying these marks are from blood extractions?”

“Yes,” he answered, tilting his head slightly as if this was the most obvious thing in the world. “She wants to practice, and I’d rather help her than have her struggle to find volunteers.”

Hinata whispered something to Bokuto, but even with the low volume of the mic, Sakusa still caught it.

“That’s kinda romantic.”

He turned his head slightly to glare at them, but Bokuto was already grinning. “No, but really! That’s, like, peak husband material. You’re not even fond of monthly checkups.”

Sakusa rolled his eyes. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Not a big deal?” Meian chuckled. “You’re literally letting someone practice on you repeatedly. That’s dedication.”

Reporters were already typing away, some clearly rewriting their headlines. What had started as a potentially scandalous story had turned into something else entirely.

The media had long known Sakusa to be a private person, almost aggressively so. He rarely spoke about his personal life, and to this day, many fans still couldn’t believe he was married. Out of all the MSBY Black Jackals players, Sakusa and your marriage are by far the most private.

It wouldn’t even have been known if it weren’t for Hinata’s post with the newly wedded couple a year ago!

And yet, here he was, casually revealing that he lets you practice medical procedures on him just to support your studies.

“Is she any good?” another reporter asked, grinning now. “At phlebotomy?”

His eyes narrowed briefly. “Her undergraduate course is medical laboratory science—so yes, she’s been doing this for years.”

“And you’ve never complained?”

He shrugged. That was the stupidest question he’s heard today.

“Why would I? She supports me in my career. The least I can do is support her in hers.”

The room was quiet for a second before a wave of approving murmurs spread across the lobby area. The tension had completely shifted.

Bokuto grinned. “Man, you’re really down bad for your wife, huh?”

Sakusa sighed, clearly regretting every life decision that led him to sitting next to Bokuto in this moment. “I don’t see how that’s relevant to volleyball.”

Hinata laughed. “It’s not, but it’s fun to watch you get all flustered as you tell them more about [Last Name], Omi!”

“I’m not flustered,” Sakusa muttered, tugging at his jersey sleeve slightly as if contemplating whether he should just start wearing them all the time again to avoid situations like this.

“Like hell ye aren’t,” Atsumu snorted.

By the time the conference ended, social media had already latched onto the revelation.

#SakusaBestHusband started trending almost immediately, with fans gushing over how unexpectedly sweet he was. Some joked that they wanted a “Sakusa-level” of support in their relationships.

-

You had been watching the press conference from your laptop at home, your face buried in your hands as your notifications blew up.

A few minutes later, Sakusa messaged you.

Kiyoomi: I hate the internet.

You: And they love you, actually.

Kiyoomi: They won’t shut up about me letting you stab me with needles.

You: You do let me stab you with needles.

Kiyoomi: It’s more than that. Ugh, people don’t educate themselves enough about your profession

Kiyoomi: And it sounds worse when you say it like that.

You laughed, shaking your head.

You: Well, you are the best husband in the whole world ever. You kind of brought this on yourself.

He didn’t reply right away, and you assumed he was on his way back home. But when your phone buzzed again, your heart warmed at the short but sincere message.

Kiyoomi: You’re worth it. Be home in 20 minutes

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[voguesabnxrmal]

𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄, 𝐉𝐎𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖

Pairing ᯓ LSU! Joe Burrow x Reader

Summary ᯓ After LSU's football practice, your boyfriend comes into your dorm wanting something a little special from you.

Warnings ᯓ Smut, oral sex (m! receiver), kissing

Word Count ᯓ 931 Words

Authors note ᯓ Ik this isn’t what i was planning to write first but i needed something out so here you go haha, pls give feedback

𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐝, the night before a big game for your boyfriend and the team. So, being the girlfriend of the quarterback of the team you know how the routine of the day goes.

You know your boyfriend is going to just want to come to you after an extreme effort practice, and just cuddle.

And that's why you don't know how you ended up here.

When Joe walked into your apartment door. He was his normal sweaty sleepy self.

He sat his football bag on your counter and walked over to the couch where you were watching a movie to lean down and give you a kiss. “Im going to go take a shower, okay?” He mumbles against your lips. You nod into the kiss.

After a little while Joe joins you on the couch. You two just sit there a little while watching your show and giving sly glances to each other, the next thing you know you were on your knees with your hands on your thighs between his legs on the floor in front of the couch waiting for him to put his dick on your tongue.

The sight in front of you is a sight for sore eyes. Joe, manspread leaning back on the couch, mouth dangling open as he strokes his red-veiny cock; getting it ready for your mouth. Pre-cum coating the top making your mouth water.

It all turned sexual so fast that it surprises you. You're used to sleepy Joe after practice, not a horny Joe begging you to suck his dick in the middle of your show.

You sure won't pass up that opportunity though.

“You ready?”, he exhales looking at you with hooded eyes. You nod and hum reassuringly, the need making you to the point you can’t talk or think. The only thing on your mind is that quarterback dick in front of you.

He leans forward grabbing the side of your cheek guiding your mouth to his dick, tapping your cheek with his two fingers, “Open up, baby.”

You blush, face getting hot, not because you're embarrassed you've done this with Joe plenty of times, but you're so turned on at how Joe is acting, and the suspense of it all.

You put your hand that was once before on your thigh on the base of his dick giving it a semi-tight squeeze for pressure.

You open your mouth and stick your tongue out, running the tip of your tongue from the bottom to the tip, giving his tip a fast kitten lick.

“Come on baby hurry up or I'm gonna slam it down your throat.” He says gripping the makeshift ponytail he has wrapped around his large hand tighter and pulled you closer to his dick, rolling your eyes at his impatientness. You take his dick fully in your mouth, starting off by slowly bobbing your head letting your throat form into the shape of his dick.

When you finally get accustomed you start to go faster. Your nose hitting his pubic bone the faster and farther you get.

This causes Joe to smile and tighten his grip on your hair.

He starts to push on your head and take control, doing all the work just bobbing you up and down on his dick causing you to gag on it.

He pulls you fully off for a minute, “spit on it,” you do not once, not twice, but to the point his dick is forming white rings from your saliva.

It’s nasty, but it always is anything you give Joe head. He's a 6’4 quarterback he's freaky, what'd you expect getting with him.

You don't put his dick back in your mouth, instead, you start stroking his wet cock with your hand, pulling Joe farther off the edge of the couch. You lean down close to his balls, giving them a squeeze with your free hand.

You lean in closer giving little kitten licks to them before you start to suck on them, feeling Joe’s cock twitch in your hand of the feeling.

You stroke and suck faster and faster, causing him to start to shiver and whimper.

He starts getting louder, his groans, and just sounds in general.

So, you take his balls out of your mouth and become eye level with his dick once again jerking him off harder than before, with that his balls tighten up, and his dick twitches.

You close your eyes and stick your tongue out.

With that, he shoots his load all over your face and tongue. You swallow the reminiscents on your tongue and wipe his bodily fluids off your eyes.

Finally, catching his breath he looks down at you on the floor. “I wanna taste myself on your lips and tongue,” he says, still somewhat out of breath and chest moving up and down.

You climb up on his bare lap, putting your hands on Joe’s cheeks, leaning in to kiss him. He moans at the taste of his cum on your tongue, and sucks on it for a slight minute.

He pulls away with a slight tug of your lips, “God I love you, you treat me so good”, he says standing up heading towards your bedroom.

You giggle at his neediness kissing his lips one more time as he walks you to your bedroom, “It’s for goodluck on your game tomorrow, better go easy with me big boy save some energy for the big game.”

🏷️ : @hotburreaux

[semi-sketchy]

I was gonna leave this in the tags, but... I have a lot to say.

As a game, it's painfully mid. Can be fun, but it's so automated and the physics are wonky. Judging purely on the actual content itself and considering some say it's worse than 06, yeah I'd say it's over hated.

But, when I remember the lead up and all the hype only to be given that... It's kinda hard to imagine if you weren't around at the time.

After it was announced at the party, the fandom practically erupted like "OH MY GOD IS THAT CITY ESCAPE ON FIRE???" And we got broadcasts from the Eggman Empire, were seeing anthro NPCs for the first time ever in the games, a new anthro VILLAIN, then we found out SHADOW was getting a campaign. Like the last time he had his own story was 06. Lest not forget the prequel comics, either!

There were so many theories and excitement that was built up, like that still has to be the biggest pre-game hype I've ever seen in this series.

So many questions people just loved exploring, like the theory Infinite and the avatar were previously friends or how Sonic reuniting with Tails was gonna play out. Everyone took the game's setting and ran with it. There was so much art and comics and AUs, everyone was having so much fun.

I was not immune, you can go through the old Sonic Forces tags on my blog, like I was ABOUT that game.

Keep in mind, this was also post Lost World, but more importantly, post Boom. A time where Sonic as a brand was fully self-deprecating and cynicism was so bad, even big companies were saying Sonic was never good and only had fans because they were horny for Big the Cat. You always want the next game to be good, but at that time, more than anything, we needed Forces to deliver.

And hey! This was the team that brought us Generations and Colors! Great games we loved! This was gonna be like Generations 2.0 with the ability to put our OCs in!

Then it released with awkward physics and painfully short, straightforward levels, topped off with a wasted story and a nothing new villain.

It was made by Sonic Team, the studio that created Colors and Gens, but virtually none of the same staff. It was kinda hard not to feel misled.

It just left a bad taste. Like we were built up so high and were loving it only to get smacked in the face.

In the end, the only thing that game did successfully was marketing. I think that's why it's one of the biggest in the fandom for rewrites, it's hard to let all that go. When the meal you were expecting turns out to be slop, you just wanna say "fuck it" and go in the kitchen yourself.

And in that sense, no, Sonic Forces is not over hated. It's hated just the right amount.

Is Sonic Forces overhated? Yes/No/Unsure/Never Played (note: overhated doesn't necessarily mean criticism isn't valid, but is it disproportionately hated compared to other games?)

Thanks anon!

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[babybearnation]

i see your dog!lando and bunny!reader and lay on an extra bear!ollie and puppy!reader

bear!ollie & puppy!reader? anon, i love you!

bear hybrid!ollie bearman x puppy hybrid!gn!reader

you two are just a pair of overgrown babies

ollie is a big, tall excitable bear cub, and you're an excited, wiggly puppy

you two have so much energy, it's honestly insane

expect lots of big mid-paddock cuddles and glomps from ollie because he loves you so much and he gets too excited and can't stop himself

not afraid to growl at anyone who upsets you and even though he's essentially just an overgrown cub, he is very scary because, yknow, he's a fucking bear?!

once accidentally growled at you and he cried for a whole day after - was convinced you were gonna leave him because of it until you playfully growled back at him, which cheered him up

you two play fight a lot which leads to plenty more playful growling

always accidentally snags your ears or your tail when playing with you and it always makes him feel terrible

will shower you in kisses and cuddles until you stop sniffling

and then you'll have to return the favour to stop him from crying as he apologises over and over and over

pushes himself to race harder whenever you're in the paddock as he wants to make you proud of him (even though you already are)

you two are very clingy

you can almost always be found curled up together, chatting away amongst yourselves

during the off season, you and ollie create a big blanket fort/nest and sleep for days within it, curled up together

you often have to coax ollie into getting up to eat but nine times out of ten, you two just say fuck it and eat in the fort/nest

loves splashing about in water with you and any visits to the beach will result in you two having more than your fair share of fun

loves when you get excited and lick over his face in lieu of kisses

kisses can quickly become messy because you both get WAY too excited and lose control

ollie is a sleepy bear and will often times seek you out for cuddles - if you're unavailable, he'll huddle against the nearest warm thing he can find and fall asleep

this usually results in you joining up, curled up on the floor beside him as you both peacefully doze

many photos have been taken of you two like this and the fans eat it up every time

always down to play games with you

usually ends up with one or both of you getting hurt from running into something or colliding with one another

once tried to convince haas to let him go around the track with you in his formula one car and they refused until you showed him that, with both of you in the seat, you wouldn't fit and therefore it was very likely you'd get hurt

does try and get a chance to do hot laps with you though

loves it when you lean over the halo to try and kiss him through his helmet - it never works until you get the bright idea to puppy kiss him instead

that's how ollie ends up with drying spit on the bridge of his nose before every free practice/quali/race session - he loves it

always ruffles your hair/puppy ears without meaning to

has to have a nap before with you before a race every single time - that's his pre-race routine

loves to bundle you up in his haas gear because he thinks you look so cute, especially if you're smaller than him

© all rights to babybearnation 2025.

[kabr0ztrousers]

Can you do a story with Oreg and the reader :>

You're skipping the line, because I'm behind schedule today and the ones ahead of you need setup.

You're welcome

Kabr0z Writes Episode 47: One year later

This episode picks up from Episode 42!

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: Not many today! Creampie; size difference; interspecies relations; fucking on a table; squirting;

A/N: I got into BattleTech today, which is absolutely one of those "Dear God, is that daylight?" Games, so it's 23:30 now.

Hopefully this doesn't keep me up all night again 🤣

Also, send in your requests already, you know you want to

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A year ago, you were sold to an orc warrior. It just so happened, that orc warrior was a duke who also runs a soup kitchen. You'd probably have wound up with him anyway if your adoptive father had let you get to know each other first. Things didn't really end up that way, and you were sold for thirty gold pieces and railed in childhood living room to seal the deal.

You weren't sure he really understood the idea behind an anniversary, he woke up at the crack of dawn as usual, trained until breakfast with you and your son together, then left to do whatever good works he took it upon himself to do. You like it, sure, he's certainly well-loved in the city but it is a little unbecoming for a marcher lord to be seen rethatching a roof.

You spent the day making preparations, arranging flowers you picked from the garden, setting up your child at a playdate so he wouldn't disturb you, you'd even bought him a gift, though he was a bit of an ascetic so it was only a new tunic and some hobnailed boots. Something he'd actually use.

He came home in the early evening, clomping into the house. You could hear him going towards the chapel where he'd normally stay for a while in quiet reflection before dinner.

Oreg had been a paladin since he was very young, abandoned by his warband and adopted by an elven conclave. He was younger than you when he ventured into the Shadowlands to kill the lich, and always carried his faith with him. You sat with your husband, gazing silently at the icons on the small altar, dedicated to the god of fertility and rebirth. Your hand brushed his, grasping a couple of his huge fingers in your own hand. He looked away from the altar, smiling at you as you rested your head on his shoulder.

"Dinner time?" He put an arm around you, placing his hand on your waist as he held you to him

"I was thinking of something else first, it's been a year since we met, you know?"

His greenish-grey skin went even greyer "Oh, I haven't got you anything!"

You laughed and gave him a peck on the cheek "I noticed, you'll make it up to me later, for now, let's go to the dining room"

You led him by the hand, a five-foot-nothing woman leading an eight-foot orc through your house to the grand dining room that only ever seemed to get use when you had company, or your child wanted to play there. On the table were the presents you'd bought, and the bouquet you'd made.

Your husband's eyes lit up. "For me?"

"Yes, dear, for you. Go ahead and open them"

You'd never seen such childlike glee from this man, normally lodged somewhere between practical and stoic, now filled with anticipation as he turned the first gift over in his hands before tearing off the paper and holding his new clothes to his chest. He was even more impressed with the boots, remarking on the sturdy soles as he tried them on. You couldn't help but beam at him as he stomped up and down the length of the room, clearly loving the clack-clack-clack of the nails on the smooth granite floor

You finally managed to convince to stop stomping, holding this giant man who suddenly has the boundless energy of a teen half his age. You pushed him onto one of the chairs arrayed on either side of the great table, climbing on top of him

You whispered in his ear "Now, you get to give me my gift" before hiking up your skirt, revealing your pussy to him.

He got the idea. Bundling you up, he lay you on the table, kicking the chair away and kneeling to dive face-first into you.

His hands gently gripped your thighs, squeezing the plump flesh as his tongue gently explored you. He started slow, barely touching as he licked the outer lips up and down. Speeding up, he started to tease the inner lips and your hole, running his tongue vertically, slightly catching your clit every now and then to send electric tingles through you. You could feel how wet this was making you. Hell, you could hear how wet it was making you! He still wasn't stopping, rubbing your hole with a thumb as he moved his attention upward, his tongue rolling around your clit as you whimpered and whined on the table.

When his finger started pushing into you, it was too much. You cried out as the tip slid in, feeling yourself clenching as your hands gripped the back of his head through your skirts. Oreg wasn't done yet, though, that finger pressed on, getting deeper inside before he curled it upwards, pushing hard against your g-spot, making you gasp as your knuckles whitened on your clothes. He moved with a practiced purpose, listening to the crechendo of gasping cries you made as you approached your next peak. At last, you came again, squirting straight into his mouth as waves of pleasure flowed over you. Ever since he figured out how to do it, it's been his favourite thing to do with you, you weren't sure if he enjoyed getting off as much as making you squirt for him.

He definitely enjoyed getting off though, and as he stood up, you felt the imposing thickness of his cock against you. You'd gotten more used to it over the months, but it was still challenging at first. He held the absurdly sized cock against you, rubbing it up and down your slit, slathering it with your juices before angling it into you. A moment passed, you could feel it pushing into you. Your body relented, and the tip stretched its way inside. Your breathing once again turned to gasping and your toes curled as he slid in, being careful not to go too quickly even as you could see he desperately needed your body.

"Do it, give it to me like you want" you breathed your enthusiasm to him. He looked at you a moment. You met his gaze.

He thrusted. You screamed. Wide-eyed, he looked down at you, even as you held him in "Deeper, Oreg, please, deeper"

He pulled out an inch or two, then forced himself deeper into you, letting his bodyweight force his cock inside. You bucked and rolled your hips, fucking him back as he pressed in. He picked up speed, your moans emboldening him

"Cum in me, cum in me, cum in me" you repeated your mantra over and over again as the orc took you. The table rocked and creaked with the force of his thrusts, again and again until at last, he did as you asked.

His hips hit yours and he let out a groaning sigh, cock twitching, filling you up as he dropped his load into you. You stroked his face and pulled him to you. You kissed. Your tongue was in his mouth now, he gently caressed it with his own as his balls pumped more and more of his essence into you, already leaking out and pooling below you.

You held him to you, closing your eyes, not letting him go. This is the only present you wanted from him.

Though a sword would be awesome.

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Hope you enjoyed that, it's super duper late now so I'm just going to remind you all that requests are open and you're welcome to leave one!

[genericpuff]

Life updates!

Got my new driver's license with my updated legal name change which allowed me to change my name on my bank account and Paypal. Had to call Paypal support because my birthday was wrong on my account which caused an automatic rejection of my name change request (as it didn't match with the birthday on my ID), I can only assume it was younger me skirting by the age requirements at the time so I could make that Deviantart commission money LMAO (more shockingly, the Paypal support guy was really nice and we had a good laugh about it). Thankfully the fix was quick and easy :>

Only thing I'm waiting on now is my new provincial health card so that I can FINALLY book a bloodwork appointment. Once we're over that one hurdle, it's (hopefully) HRT time! <3

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Psuwis is doing much better! He was on a round of various medications for a week to treat his jaundice / liver problems, and in between medications we got him eating as much as we could, swapping out foods and trying new things until we figured out what would stick. Unfortunately he has already gone back to being his picky self, but he's put on weight again and his jaundice has finally cleared. I'm incredibly relieved, and thankful to the vets at the urgent care clinic who were so good with him. I'm hoping this means we're still stuck with him for a few more years, as much as he drives me crazy with his antics he's still my boy and the fear of losing him really put into perspective how much of a positive impact he's had on my life and how much I need to appreciate him being here in whatever limited time he has. I love owning pets, but man, it's hard during those times when you're reminded that you're gonna outlive them 😭

Even now as I'm typing this, I can tell he just went to the bathroom because I can smell the stench of his frigging POOP emanating from his butthole five feet away. But dammit, he can stink all he wants, because at least that means he's still here <3

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I've started playing Red Dead Redemption 2. Or rather, I had started playing it a while ago, but stopped shortly after the opening tutorial of the game. Since then, I've switched primarily to PC for most of my gaming outside of Nintendo Switch games. So I recently bought it again while it was on sale for practically dirt cheap, and finally took another crack at it.

I'm not sure why I stopped playing it the first time around, going into the PC versions I had vague memories of dropping it as soon as the opening section was over and I had access to the camp. All I could feel vaguely in hindsight was a sort of confused boredom and reluctance to try and get back into it. But I'm glad I gave it another shot, because honestly... I have no clue why past me struggled to get a sense of it, I love the first RDR (I've beaten it multiple times, easily one of my favorite games from the PS3 era) and RDR2 isn't exactly that much of a departure from it as far as gameplay philosophy goes.

Now that I'm actually progressing through it, I'm having a great time! The writing is as clever and hilarious as its predecessor, and the attention to detail in the worldbuilding is phenomenal. It's so silly but what I really appreciate most are just those little mundane moments of going into a grocery store, picking up a tin of hair gel or a stick of butter, and just... looking at it. Like damn, they really invested a lot of time and care into ensuring that I could interact with just about every item in this game and get some trivia out of it.

The game runs exactly how it should, if not leagues better than it did on the PS4. It still has the usual Rockstar bugginess, but unlike Bethesda's brand of jank, Rockstar bugs are just MSG, they provide that extra lil' kick of indescribable flavor. They're never game-breaking, always hilarious.

Assuming the game's performance won't be affected by it, I'd love to stream it sometime. Maybe get my husband on the mic with me as co-host. After all, as much as these games are primarily sold as single-player story-driven experiences, they really are at their best when you have someone to experience it with. I can't express to you how much I wish we had been streaming during the bar scene with Lenny. Truly an iconic moment I wish I could forget just to re-experience it all over again LMAO

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The other day I got an ask inquiring about Kore's planner. I hadn't really thought much of it at the time, probably because I'm so used to Rekindled being an obviously non-profit project, but someone pointed out to me that I could theoretically make the planner as a digital notebook.

And boy howdy, did my ADHD run with that, because I spent like 3 hours after this making exactly that! Here's a little preview!

Obviously it's been buffed up a bit compared to the original, but I really wanted to build upon its brief original appearance and make it feel like a genuine notebook that someone like Kore would own, with little dedicated tabs and sections for different things. As a baseline, I'll be formatting this for PDF so that it can be imported into most major drawing software - including Clip Studio and Procreate - however I'm also gonna be fiddling around with the Goodnotes app (which I used to use a lot of myself) and seeing if I can make a Goodnotes compatible template with hyperlinks and other clickable parts.

Overall I've had a lot of fun making this, it took a lot of initial work in designing the base look and feel of it, but now it's coming together pretty smoothly! I'm hoping to have it ready in the next few days <3 Once it is, I'll be selling it as a digital download on my new Ko-Fi page! :> So if that's something you're interested in, give that page a bookmark/follow and check back in a bit! It'll be fairly inexpensive, within the $5-$8 range depending on how much gets included (i.e. if I can provide the Goodnotes template or not).

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January was an extremely hectic and chaotic month. It brought about a lot of unfortunate circumstances that were difficult to weather through. Despite this, I'm doing what I can to hold onto my hope that it'll all work out, that there are still opportunities for joy and progress, and that even the worst things that have come to pass will still pass. It's hard, but it's worth it.

[ghost-of-morrowbright]

Thank you for the tags, @daughterofthesunlands and @iwanderbecauseimlost! I am late to the game as usual, in large part because I tend to overthink these types of things, and as of this writing I am still undecided on my second song.

The first is a bit of a non-traditional love song: it's sung from the perspective of a blue canary night light. It's whimsical, weird and nerdy, and I have a weakness for lights in dark places when all other lights go out.

I am still torn between the two choices for my second song. So if @askereiniongilgalad does not mind terribly, I am going to build on his choice* of "Come What May" from Moulin Rouge. It is of course beautiful and the main love theme from an absolutely swoonworthy movie, but I have always had a soft spot for the "Elephant Love Medley", beautifully sold by Ewan's and Nicole's performances.

Is it physically possible to not be at least halfway in love with Christian by the time he ascends to "where eagles fly on a mountain high"? But part of the beauty is that, for me at least, I identify with both Christian and Satine here: Christian's completely earnest and over the top lovefoolery, and Satine's more practical protestations as to why she cant fall in love. It's a damn shame that there doesn't appear to be a video clip of the whole song. The following cuts off the "Heroes" part of the medley, the dazzling "I Will Always Love You" crescendo and then the tender and sweetly hot denoument. So I'll include the OST track below that although I prefer the film version.

*That post appears to have altered my brain chemistry, and I am not complaining..

No pressure tags to: @small-carbon-lifeform, @xximmortalkissxx, @galstelperion, @thrillofhope, @partfae @marshmellin, @inkdusth and whoever wishes to play.

Tag Game -Love Songs

I know Valentine's day was yesterday but in this household Valentine's day is an entire month.

Share two love songs you love!

Mine are "It's Always You" by She and Him

and "Dusty Eyes" by Bedouine

No pressure tags (but I'd love to get to know the musical taste of my moots 💖): @ghost-of-morrowbright @small-carbon-lifeform @sailon-ishmael @askereiniongilgalad @partfae @myblacksailstales @sailon-ishmael @fandomsbecausewhynot @erulasse23 @marshmellin @iwanderbecauseimlost @lodessa @gauntletgirlie

[paperbackribs]

[habibisagi]

if isagi was supposed to go out with his friends and you come sit in his lap or get even a little bit clingy he is STAYING home. wrapped around your finger instantly. that look in your eyes and raise in your brow that suggests he doesn’t go works every time it makes him sit. you don’t even have to ask. he has no shame bailing on his friends every time for you. doesn’t even deny when they ask if it’s because of you. like yeah, always you, always for you, and he doesn’t care every time

[urlocalwormtoday]

in cult of the lamb i remember when my favorite follower (white ish beige deer) proposed and it was so cute ((I even drew art of them together THEY MAKE ME ILL)) but then they died of old age a while later.. NOW ANOTHER DEER (((WHO HAS CONSISTENTLY TRIED TO PROVE HIS LOYALTY BY WANTING TO BE BOTH A DISCIPLE AND LOYALTY ENFORCER AND WANTING TO BE PUT IN JAIL))) WANTS TO MARRY ME AND ITS GIVING ME FLASHBACKS 😭🤲

[serinxo]

the door clicked shut behind them, and just like that, the outside world ceased to exist. inside, the air was different — still, quiet, thick with the weight of something neither of them had yet named. serin took her time. she didn’t step further in right away, didn’t immediately fill the silence with words. instead, she let it stretch between them, testing it. seeing how long he’d let it linger before breaking. michael didn’t move. he stood there, watchful, unreadable in a way that might have unnerved someone else. but serin wasn’t just anyone. she let her gaze sweep over the space — harborview residences, luxury by design, but the details of his own making were sparse, calculated. everything felt deliberate, nothing out of place. no excess, no indulgence. just clean lines, muted tones, a quiet kind of control. it suited him. a lesser woman might have found it cold, but she found it interesting. she moved then, unhurried, her heels clicking softly against the floor as she wandered deeper inside. not waiting for permission, not asking for it. her fingertips ghosted over the back of a chair, a silent observation more than a search for familiarity. "michael." she finally broke the silence, his name slipping past her lips like an afterthought. a test. “you always this quiet?” she asked, momentarily glancing at him over her shoulder, before turning fully to him and closing the space between them. it's a slow, deliberate advance. close enough to challenge, not close enough to surrender. yet. "you have this whole thing down to a science, don’t you?" her voice was velvet-draped steel, soft but knowing. "the quiet. the restraint. the way you make someone wait just long enough to wonder if they’re the one who has to break first." she tilted her head, considering him like a puzzle she wasn’t sure she wanted to solve just yet. maybe she wanted to play with the pieces a little longer. her fingers trailed up the row of buttons on his shirt, slow, not quite unbuttoning — just testing the edges, watching for any reaction beneath the surface. she felt the faint rise and fall of his breath, steady but deep. still measured. still controlled. so she made a bolder move. serin turned, smooth as silk, and slid past him — not brushing against him, not yet, but just close enough to let him feel the heat of her presence. she reached for the lapels of his jacket as she passed, sliding it from his shoulders with a deft, practiced ease, like it was hers to remove. like this was something she’d done a hundred times before. she didn’t drop it. instead, she draped it over the back of the chair she’d touched earlier, as if she were making herself at home in his space. as if she knew he wouldn’t stop her. then she turned back to him, standing there in his own home like she belonged. like she was waiting. serin held his gaze, a slow smile curving her lips. "and now?" she mused, voice quieter now, laced with challenge. "what happens when someone pushes?" she didn’t touch him again. didn’t step closer this time. the move had already been made. now, she waited. because restraint was only a game until someone folded. and she wanted to see if it would be him.

michael  knew  he  was  teetering  on  the  edge  of  something  he  couldn't  come  back  from  and  that  knowledge  alone  was  the  sole  cause  of  him  stalling  as  much  as  he  could  —  testing  how  much  longer  he  could  hold  on  before  he  completely  unravelled;  before  serin  could  undo  him  entirely.  the  tension  between  them  had  awakened  him,  the  constant  push  and  pull  igniting  a  fire  within  him  that  he  was  struggling  to  keep  at  bay.  he  knew  she  could  tell  too.  after  all,  she  had  read  him  within  a  single  encounter  and  as  much  as  he  tried  to  hide  it,  she  was  starting  to  know  his  subtle  tells.  it  was  much  harder  to  hide  how  much  he  wanted  this  now  that  he'd  gotten  a  little  taste  of  it,  the  same  moment  inside  the  gallery  replaying  in  his  mind.  he  had  briefly  thought  of  what  it  would  be  like  the  first  time  she  walked  away  from  him  and  yet  he  hadn't  imagined  it  would  feel  this  intoxicating.  his  restraint  was  partly  to  give  himself  room  to  back  out,  feel  like  he  wasn't  crossing  that  point  of  no  return  just  yet,  and  it  was  partly  because  he  selfishly  wanted  to  savor  the  moment.  he  couldn't  risk  being  interrupted.  her  words  cut  through  the  silence.  you  really  think  this  is  about  control,  michael?  it  used  to  be.  it  started  out  that  way,  at  least,  but  he  felt  the  shift  long  ago,  right  when  he  was  trying  to  keep  up  with  the  new  rules  of  their  game.  it  wasn't  about  control  anymore,  it  was  about  driving  the  other  to  their  breaking  point  first.  yet,  wasn't  their end  goal  the  same?  "i  know  what  you're  trying  to  do,  serin.  i  told  you  i  can  keep  up  with  you  and  i  meant  that  in  more  ways  than  one,"  he  spoke,  his  tone  quieter  and  softer  than  he'd  ever  been,  a hint of honesty peeking through.  "if  all  you  wanted  was  control,  i'm  sure  you  would've  gotten  it  a  long  time  ago."  despite  her  remaining  silent,  michael  could  feel  her  presence  like  his  own  pulse  drumming  in  his  veins,  even  when  she  wasn't  looking  at  him.  she  had  pushed  him  to  the  edge  and  he  was  merely  waiting  for  her  to  push  him  right  over  it.  it  wasn't  going  to  take  much,  he  was  sure,  just  as  he  was  sure  the  minute  they  were  behind  closed  doors  she  would  be  able  to  tell  just  how  badly  he  wanted  her  —  just  how  badly  he'd  been  looking  forward  to  it.  he  pulled  into  the  parking  lot,  the  engine  coming  to  a  halt  as  he  cut  the  ignition  and  waited.  he  didn't  move  for a beat,  his  grip  on  the  wheel  only  loosening  slightly  and  the  silence  between  them  stretching.  "we  both  know  i'm  not  the  only  one  who's  halfway  there,  serin,"  he  turned  to  face  her  then,  unclipping  his  seatbelt.  "but  i'm  going  to  let  you  pretend  because  it's  only  a  matter  of  time  now."  without  waiting  for  her  response,  he  pushed  his  door  open,  the  sound  cutting  through  the  silence,  as  the  cool  air  hit  him  suddenly  —  a  welcome  change  from  the  fire  he  felt  all  over.

[quick-drawn]

we're all laughing at the cowboy + his childish antics and having a good time until we remember he's like this because he didn't get to actually have a childhood —

[unabletonotlovesatoru]

i know nanami’s only 27, but i can’t help but think that he’s probably got a lot of “old man” traits that he’s acquired one way or another. maybe life made him that way, maybe he chose to act like he is in his 40s and not late 20s, but either way, having him around would be a very interesting experience to say the least because i’m pretty sure he…

he complains like a seasoned retiree. he’s got that heavy sigh, rubs his temple routine down to an art. the kind of man who mutters, “i’m too old for this,” when he’s only been awake for ten minutes. if you suggest staying out late, he just looks at you like you suggested committing a crime.

he has a very specific way of doing things. nanami doesn’t just go grocery shopping—he has a route. he knows which brands he likes, which cashier is the fastest, and he refuses to go on weekends because “that’s when the amateurs show up.” he folds his laundry a certain way, and god help you if you disrupt his system.

his idea of “treating himself” is so dad-coded. nanami doesn’t do impulse buys—when he does spend money on himself, it’s always something practical. “i finally got those orthopedic insoles” or “this is a quality briefcase; it’ll last a lifetime.” and he probably has one (1) expensive pen that he never lets anyone borrow.

he dresses like he’s ready to scold someone for stepping on his lawn. pressed slacks, polished shoes, dress shirts with the sleeves neatly rolled up. casual wear? good luck catching him in it. even his loungewear is suspiciously put-together—like, who wears an actual button-up pajama set in 2025? nanami kento, that’s who.

he drives like a dad. he never speeds, always uses his turn signal, and complains about “reckless drivers” while driving exactly the speed limit. the kind of man who refuses to start the car until everyone has their seatbelt on.

oh, and dating nanami as someone younger than him would be an experience. he already acts like he’s in his 40s, so the age gap (however small) feels so much bigger because he refuses to let loose. but deep down, he wants to—he just doesn’t know how. so to be in a relationship with him is to get used to stuff like this;

he sighs like he’s raising a teenager. if you stay up too late? heavy sigh. if you forget to bring a jacket? exasperated sigh while taking off his coat to drape over your shoulders. if you tell him about a reckless decision you made? pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs like you just told him you totaled his car. but beneath all that dramatic suffering, there’s genuine care. you might get an “honestly, do you have no sense of self-preservation?” but it’s followed by him adjusting your scarf, making sure your shoelaces are tied, and keeping a steady hand on your back when crossing the street.

he pretends to be annoyed by your energy, but secretly loves it. he acts like your enthusiasm exhausts him, but if you ever stopped being excited around him? he’d miss it desperately. when you drag him to try something new, he’ll complain the whole time (“this is a waste of money”), but afterward, he’ll admit—very quietly—that it wasn’t that bad. he likes how you remind him to enjoy life in ways he never lets himself. he’ll never jump in recklessly, but if you say, “just trust me,” he’ll hesitate… then sigh… then go along with whatever nonsense you’re up to, even if he acts like he’s suffering the entire time.

he acts like a responsible adult, but enables your habits in secret. “you shouldn’t be drinking so much caffeine.” and yet, the next morning, there’s an extra coffee waiting for you. “wasting money on little things adds up.” but somehow, that limited-edition item you wanted just magically appears on your desk. he talks a big game about being responsible, but when it comes to you? he has no self-control.

he takes care of you like an old-fashioned gentleman. he opens doors, walks on the outer side of the sidewalk, and insists on carrying heavy things for you. not because he thinks you can’t—just because he wants to. he likes taking care of you, even if he pretends it’s just out of obligation. if you try to carry something heavy, he just looks at you. doesn’t even say anything. just crosses his arms and waits for you to give up and hand it to him. if you call him a gentleman, he’ll scoff, “that’s just basic decency.” but if you really gush about it, you might catch the tips of his ears turning pink.

he thinks trendy slang is ridiculous. you use modern slang just to see his reaction, and it never fails to make him sigh like he just aged ten years on the spot.

“nanami, be so for real.”

“…so for real what?”

“you should just trust the process.”

“i’d rather not.”

if you ever jokingly call him “king” or “bestie” he’ll give you the look. he pretends he doesn’t care, but if you say something really out of pocket, you might actually get him to break character and let out a very exhausted, “what does that even mean?” (you’re keeping track of all the slang that makes him react the most so you can use it strategically. it’s your favorite game.)

he secretly likes when you cling to him. nanami acts like he’s too mature for overly affectionate behavior, but the first time you loop your arm through his or rest your head against his shoulder in public, he freezes. clears his throat. tries to pretend he doesn’t care—but his hand naturally comes to rest over yours, holding you there like it’s second nature. if you ever hug him from behind or whine “but i missed you,” he won’t admit how fast his heart is beating, but he will sigh and say, “i was gone for twenty minutes.” doesn’t matter. he still lets you cling to him as long as you want.

he plans the most responsible dates, but lets you drag him into chaos. nanami’s idea of a date? a nice dinner, a quiet café, maybe a bookstore. nothing loud, nothing unpredictable. your idea of a date? “let’s go to an arcade.” “let’s take a random train and see where we end up.” “let’s sneak into a rooftop at night.” he knows he should say no. but when you look at him like that? sigh. fine. but if you get into trouble, “i had no part in this.” (he’s definitely bailing you out of trouble five minutes later.)

he absolutely dads you when you get hurt. if you get a tiny scrape? nanami reacts like an overprotective father. “what happened?” “let me see.” “you need to be more careful.” and you’re like, “it’s a paper cut.” but he’s already pulling out a bandaid (which he definitely carries with him, because of course he does). if you ever get seriously hurt? he’s scolding you while carefully patching you up. “you’re too reckless.” “next time, call me.” but his hands are so gentle, and he won’t leave your side until he’s sure you’re okay.

he adores when you fall asleep on him. you knock out on his shoulder? he won’t move. his arm is numb, but he doesn’t dare wake you. if you fall asleep on his lap? his hand naturally comes up to run through your hair. if you curl up in bed and mumble “stay with me,” he’ll sigh, say something about how he has work in the morning… and then stay anyway. and if you ever catch him staring when you wake up? he’ll immediately look away. “you were drooling,” he lies. (he was watching you like you hung the stars.)

he acts like he’s too old for all this, but deep down? nanami loves you more than anything. and if loving you takes years off his life? so be it.

nsfw part <33

[kisssukuna33]

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who always have you over at his house the night before an important match. It helps with the stress he says.

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who always put on a TV show before you two settle into the couch for cuddles. Usually the cuddling session is a mix of him relaxing against you as you ask him questions about the match tomorrow.

"You packed an extra pair of shorts this time right? Remember what happened last time"

"yeah I did"

"Did you iron the clothes?"

"Uraume took care of it"

"That new protein shake your nutritionist recommended, Did you take it?"

"Already did"

"What about snacks during the game tomorrow? did Uraume-

"oh my god baby relax, it's all taken care of"

He says in somewhat of an annoyed tone as he pulls you even closer to his chest, tightening his grip around you. But deep down he loves it when you are concerned about him like this.

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who insists that having a good time before the match tomorrow isn't a problem to him but you reject the offer firmly because you know how Sukuna gets whenever you two started something.

It always ends up dragging for hours so no, your bf needs his beauty sleep for tomorrow.

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who pouts slightly when you say no to him but decides to settle with the short make out session instead, better than nothing he thinks.

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who teasingly steals few touches from your sensitive areas, clearly trying to rile you up but stops after seeing the glare you gave him.

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who never seems to be the type to get much nervous before matches. Because of his Overconfidence? His never ending Ego? maybe. But his ability to stand strong in situations like this always makes your heart flutter.

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who always makes sure you get the best VIP seat to his match, You always need to be in the front lines where he can see you from clearly when he beat up his opponent back to his ancestors.

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who always find a way to bring you up in the Media press. Sukuna is widely known by the audience for being a down bad "simp" for his girlfriend as well as a complete disaster for his opponents.

"Mr Ryomen, Do you know there's a whole talk in the internet about you being a simp for your girlfriend? What do you have to say to people who spread things like that?"

"Keep spreading the truth I guess. The internet definitely needs it more"

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who hurries back to his changing room and jumps straight into your arms. Despite your constant nagging for him to get patched up first.

"Baby did you saw the jab-cross I threw before he hit the ground?"

"Yeah it was Amazing Ryo!"

"I did good than the last match, didn't I?"

"Yeah you always do"

"Then I deserve way more than that cheap kiss you gave me earlier don't I?"

"Get patched up first you freak, Uraume's waiting"

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who lets you both into his house as he holds your waist with one arm. He let go of your waist as he makes his way for the bathroom while murmuring something about showering first.

As he started to shower you turn on the tv with the intention of seeing the live match you saw today in the digital screen. And it immediately cuts to a interview Sukuna did just right after winning.

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who seems enthusiastic as ever talking to the reporters about the match he finished and the opponent he defeated. Not long after he adds a little appreciation from his part.

"My manager Uraume helped me with a lot of stuff so I truly appreciate them. Also my girlfriend stayed up beside me every night when I practiced and supported me in everything, this win is hers as much as it is mine."

"if you're watching this I love you baby"

A warm feeling start to take over your chest as you hear his words. The man who's appreciated and idolized by millions saying these things so casually to you, you still can't get your mind around it.

Then the reporter use his luck to ask a risky question one more time.

"it's look like you two have a great relationship together, what do you think about marriage Mr Ryomen?"

To that question Sukuna doesn't respond but instead returns a well knowing little grin as he waves off the interview.

"Tch why did they ruin the moment by asking that, now it looks like he doesn't want to marry me" you said to yourself.

Just as you were about to leave to the kitchen to grab a snack, something shining inside the closet that Sukuna forgot to shut earlier catches your eyes.

Hidden by the cloth piles it was a little jewelry box that had familiar initials on top of it.

It was none other than yours and Sukuna's.

Wait..

No that can't be, Yeah maybe this is the earrings he wanted to give you before.

But much to your surprise the box opened up to reveal a gorgeous wedding ring. A big diamond you sure costed atleast 5 six figures alone sitting on top of it. Inside the ring you and Sukuna's initials were carved into it making it seem even more special to your eyes.

Your heart is jumping from excitement and happiness, everything about your life is starting to get better and better and you can't help but thank Sukuna for it.

You don't want to ruin the surprise he planned for you of course. So you put the box back to it's place and sit on the bed till he's done showering patiently but the stupid smile you had since earlier didn't left your face for once.

"Alright I'm done showering let's slee- what's with you?"

"What's with me? nothing Ryo"

"You're are smiling very creepily woman"

"Ryo that's mean! My smile is not creepy!"

"Yeah whatever come here, freak"

Sukuna says as he drags you closer to his side of the bed while turning off the bedside lamp at the same time. Your bodies intertwine with each other like it was always meant to be. Sukuna's hands wrapping around you as he buries his face into your neck.

"Ryo?"

"hmm"

"I love you"

You can feel a small smile tugging at his lips.

"I love you too princess, more than anything"

Boxing Kuna is my favorite <33

No grammar checks though sorry :/

[babybearnation]

hockey player!lance + hockey player!reader = uni!au

i know fucking nothing about hockey so this won't be super specific, sorry!!

lance stroll x male!reader (university au)

cw: very briefly suggestive

lance is a business major

you were there on a sports scholarship, specifically because you played hockey

lance also played hockey and, when you two met on the first day of tryouts/practice, you bonded instantly

it didn't take long for your friendship to merge into a relationship

lance was the sweetest ever, always ensuring you ate three meals a day during difficult times like exam season or depressive/homesick episodes

takes you out on a minimum of one date every single week, usually after hockey practice (it's also usually more than one date a week)

will always carry your gear as well as his because he doesn't want you to struggle with the weight or anything, plus he's a gentleman

hates when you get hurt out on the ice but knows that it's to be expected in this sport and he can't exactly prevent it

not afraid to fight the captain if he upsets you

will always take care of any injuries you receive because he doesn't want them to potentially ruin your career before it could properly begin

gets shy when you take care of his injuries though because you're so kind and careful with him and his stomach gets butterflies when you're like that

kisses you before each hockey game and, if your team wins, he won't hold back from kissing you on the ice to celebrate

big wins usually result in you and him celebrating in disgustingly loud ways if you catch my drift

thinks you look so hot wearing his jersey because even though it's the same colour as your own jersey, seeing you rocking his number makes his brain go all fuzzy

wear only his jersey and nothing else and lance will go fucking feral

super proud of you for being so smart and passing your exams but has also offered multiple times to pay for your tuition if you were to ever lose your scholarship

if you share lectures or classes, he'll be so excited and you two will spend literally the whole session talking and chatting together whilst still paying attention to the stuff being explained

madly in love with you and everyone can tell because he has such major heart eyes for you

graduation is a big thing when you're dating lance - he'll get all his friends to whistle and holler with him when you cross the stage

they'll be a big party hosted at the stroll house and literally every single person you know will be there

you and lance end up getting photographed whilst kissing at graduation and it becomes one of the university's go to images for promoting graduation

even if neither of you continue on with hockey, you and lance will watch it together & occasionally continue to play it together

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