#wolfwhistle

[skyfullofpods]

228 is Wolfwhistle!

Set in 1934, Wolfwhistle is a radio show broadcasting from WPR 104 Metro in New York. The show gives an opportunity to the most prominent people in the country to talk to the public, in a break from the other programmes being broadcast. The world's largest building is being constructed in the city, a highly ambitious project, especially during the Great Depression.

A completed series of ten episodes.

[alexbkrieger13]

Depends. We also had times where Magda was basically Pernille's designated photographer and seems like it's like that right now. Well more so videographer 😂

oh yea

[sainztander]

you're being silleyyy.mp4

[samuel-de-champagne-problems]

OH MY GOD SPENCER GOING INTO WORK WITHOUT A WORRY IJ THE WORLD JUST AS USUAL AND EVERYONE IS STARING AND SNICKERING AND HES LIKE “what what what happened” and lil baby boy got treated so right he forgot you left hickeys all over his neck.

ahhh YES!! okay this will be very self-serving bc i am season 1 spencer's actual wife (sorry if that sounds conceited lmao) Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (16+ for making out/suggestive themes)

Elle, Penny, and Morgan were always talking about their conquests, much to Hotch's chagrin. They learned to save the more risqué conversations for the bullpen when Hotch is cornered by Strauss and other higher ups.

Naturally, the conversation alway ended with playfully teasing Spencer for never having any stories about his conquests because he's knee deep in a Monday morning crossword puzzle while they talk about their late Friday nights.

Till one night, Spencer has a late night of his own. It was months in the making, Spencer still spent a lot of the time researching old cases and solving cold cases on his own in the archives department. It took him nearly three weeks to stop blushing every time he walked by your desk because you're either smiling up at him, eager to talk to him about the latest book you've both read or writing notes to slip into the stacks and stacks of paperwork from old cases he asks you to xerox.

Finally....finally. He builds up the courage to ask you out on a date. And of course it goes spectacularly. He's so charming, so perfectly handsome and sweet. It takes a couple dates for the physical aspect to meet up to the emotional aspect. But Spencer would go feral the first time you made out. You would sit yourself in his lap, loving the soft pressure of his hands on your waist.

He would be so whiny when you place your hands on his jaw, guiding him up for a kiss. Spencer would have the softest, most kissable lips that would turn so red and swollen from the slightest bit of kissing. He would be so eager, whimpering at every little touch you give him. It would boost your confidence to the max hearing him, seeing him get so flustered and eager.

Since Spencer needs some more time to adjust to the physical aspects of your relationship he would be thrilled just to mess around on the couch and then fall asleep in soft pjs wrapped up in blankets together.

Unfortunately for Spencer, he failed to realize that he didn't wear a shirt that covered the plethora of marks on his neck and collarbone. He shed his scarf, giving Derek and Elle a quizzical look when the wolfwhistle at him. He would roll his eyes, prepared for their sibling-like teasing.

"Well, well, well. Looks like the boy genius finally swiped that v-card." Elle teased, nodding Spencer's way and throwing Derek a teasing look.

"Finally, dude." Derek would say, walking over to clap Spencer on the back. "I hope you tipped her well."

Spencer would be fuming, unable to stop himself from turning red with embarrassment at Elle and Derek’s teasing. If he had a sliver of confidence he would describe in great detail exactly what happened last night, including how his girlfriend has the same marks under her turtleneck.

But Spencer isn’t a very confident man. Instead, he would have to let fate play out in his favor. Before Elle could get another quip out or Derek would snicker again, you came rushing in baked goods and coffee in tow.

“Spence! Ah,” you said, rushing towards Spencer’s desk ignoring his coworkers curious glances, “you rushed out before I made coffee. And breakfast” you placed the muffin, blueberry and lemon and the travel mug of steaming black coffee on his desk with a smile.

“Thanks,” Spencer said, bashfully looking around at Derek and Elle’s surprised faces. You kissed his cheek, the red sting of embarrassment burning into his cheeks.

“You’re going to need that coffee. We were going at it all night.”

Spencer’s eyebrow raised with worry as he saw Elle and Derek swap curious glances. Fear flooded your face, eyes full of embarrassment and regret as Spencer’s eyes melt into an unfamiliar confidence.

He placed his hand against your hip, pulling you in close for a quick, chaste kiss. He smiled too much, the kind of smile that threatens to make his muscles ache.

“Morgan, Elle, I want you to meet, Y/N. She’s the department librarian. And my girlfriend,”

[jeypawlik]

June 2024 Lupin Weekly Art Prompts

June's Lupin prompts that I've been hosting over on LupinIII.club! The theme for the month was Pride so the prompts were: Pride Flags, Pride outfits, Found Family, and Pride Parade [Image ID: Image 1: Black and white illustration with spot colour of Lupin, Zenigata, Jigen, Fujiko and Goemon posing for a selfie all holding different pride flags. Image 2: Black and white illustration with spot colour of Jigen posing with one leg up in a jean suit and jean cowboy hat and cowboy boots. Lupin in the background is wolfwhistling at him, while Lupin wears a big pink fluffy coat. Image 3: Black and white illustration of Lupin, Jigen, and Zenigata excitedly hugging a surprised Goemon. Fujiko gives a thumbs up in the background. Image 4: Black and white illustration of Zenigata being denied entry into a Pride parade by Dynamite Joe, who says "Hey Man! No cops at Pride, get outta here!" Zenigata replies with "But that's Lupin!! and I'm gay too..." while Lupin, Jigen, Fujiko and Goemon go by a crowd in a Lupin-styled float all holding Pride flags. /end ID]

[devil-in-hiding]

man of your choice sitting on the edge of the bed, miming taking photos, while you do a little fashion show of the sundresses and milkmaid dresses he bought you. having you do little spins so he can whoop and wolfwhistle at you.

"look at my missus! prettiest girl I've ever seen!"

before you step back into the ensuite to change, he beckons you forward so he can hold your hips and look up at you, placing a soft kiss on your sternum with a hum.

"gonna have to take you on so many dates out so you can show off. let the world see how much of a lucky bastard I am, a bloody angel on my arm." because why would he be jealous of everyone seeing you all dressed up and beautiful? he's the one who gets to help you take off the dresses at the end of the day, after all

- vgilantee (kissing your forehead to will away the headache)

what a dream )): i literally buy such cute outfits and this is all i want, someone to watch me dress up and feel pretty

i need them

[ghost-town-dwellers]

watchin back everyones intros to the new qsmp members and foolish’s intro (which included a picture of his irl face) was followed IMMEDIATELY by

- a wolfwhistle

- a moan

- and vegetta sucking his dick

hope this helps

[razmerry]

remembering the time I was walking by myself and saw a frat-looking guy in a car across the street roll down his window and braced myself for a wolfwhistle, before he produced the most melodic, pitch-perfect birdcall I've ever heard and simply continued on his way

[ask-sister-solaris]

Could you write a thing were reader is rays assistant either in the book shop or in the lab. They call him doctor and he gets flustered. Ect.

Also I am watching baby boom tonight so get ready for a stream of comments and requests.

Oosnshsbhwbsjendhsh

*coughs* anyway

“What’s up Doc?”

Warnings; none

You’d been working with Ray since university. You’d always helped him by reading stuff from books when he was doing experiments or writing things down so he wouldn’t forget. You’d grown really close, and it wasn’t until he and his fellow ghostbusters defeated Gozer that both of you realized that you’d fallen hard.

You confessed how you felt to him as he stepped out of the now destroyed apartment building you ran up to him and kissed him. Yes he was shocked but he smiled and kissed back nonetheless. After that you and Ray ran Rays Occult together as a couple. And you even grew closer with his daughter Sal. She always called you ma and it made you so proud.

Eventually the ghostbusters were back in business and this time, you were joining them. You had your own suit and proton pack (made specifically for your measurements because this is Ray we are on about) and you decided to try your suit in before you went on a bust. You stepped from behind the changing room door and put your hands on your hips grinning. You’d specifically requested that all four ghostbusters were actually there to see you with it on, you wanted everyone’s opinion.

Peter wolfwhistled which made you snort with laughter, Egon complimented you, saying it was refreshing to see someone new and prepared to help, Winston also complimented you and Ray just stared with bright red cheeks. You looked at him and tilted your head still smiling “What’s up doc?” If Ray could have gotten redder he would have. He picked you up and took you to the bedroom kicking the door closed. You blushed as he sat down with you in his lap and he hid his face in your neck “damn tease” he whined. You laughed and kissed his forehead “Sorry Doctor Stantz~”

[lavender-romancer]

Deceiver

Part Six

Tommy Shelby x Reader

CW: slow burn, arguing

You've been involved with the Peaky Blinders business for a few years now, undiscovered as a woman posing as a man. Now the Shelby boys have grown suspicious of you and want you found out.

an: set in season one

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previous part

It had been two days since you'd been back to the shop, regardless of what happened with Tommy you weren't at all sure where you stood with him or if he even remembered. You were in some sort of semi-depression state, unwilling or unable to look after yourself and it frustrated you. Letting yourself get to this point after how hard you'd worked your whole life, allowing it to fall apart because of your own feelings? It felt unforgivable on your part.

"Eddie?" You heard with a knock on the door, it was Tommy.

"Evening, Tommy." You said as you opened the door and let him in.

"I want your help," Tommy said as he sat down in your front room.

"My help? That's it, that's what you've come for, right." You scoffed.

"Y/n, please. I-I can't right now I need your help because of how we trust each other." Tommy looked up at you as he sat and you stood above him with crossed arms.

"What is it?" You sighed and sat down.

"It's Grace," Tommy paused. "She's been asking Arthur questions about our business and how we store things."

"You mean how you got angry at me for pointing out she'd done something suspicious and now she is again?" You raised your voice.

"There's no point bringing it all up right now alright. I thought she might just be nosey or trying to fuck me but now I'm not sure." Tommy rubbed his face and you sighed.

"Oh yeah, because everyone wants you. Don't they Thomas? That's just a fact with all women." You looked away from him with a far out look in your eyes.

"That's not what I mean and you fucking know that, don't make this into something that it isn't." He shook his head and you grimaced.

"And why should I help you?" You asked.

"Because you're the only one I trust with this." Tommy looked up at you with pleading eyes.

"But that fucking…that woman is in love with you and it just frustrates me that you practically return it without even meaning it." You crossed your arms and sat down on the sofa with a huff after realising you sounded like a pathetic child.

"Oh really?" Tommy asked with a smirk.

"Can't believe you're loving this," you tried to hide your smile but Tommy saw it.

"Oh I'm loving the fact that you hate whenever I give another woman attention." Tommy was running his tongue along his bottom set of teeth with a grin and you rolled your eyes.

"What do you want me to do?" You finally asked with a sigh.

Tommy wanted you to meet Grace at closing time and take her to the local Catholic church to offer her another job, see how she acted in the church and if she was really a Catholic. You had to admit it was a perceptive plan but you didn't know if Grace would take to it.

You'd decided on a white penny collar shirt with an understated but expensive looking gray blazer and waistcoat with a pocket watch. It made you look more like a blinder with the large overcoat and cap, you became the mentality of a member of the peaky blinders. The outfit had just as much to do with how you acted as your fake identity did- it made you feel like you were playing a part. When you walked downstairs Tommy wolfwhistled and you rolled your eyes.

"Alright, so outside the Garrison right? I should get there when she's locked up if I leave now." You sat down adjacent to Tommy on the sofa and he looked you up and down.

"If I'm honest, you look even better as a man than I do." He stood up and sat next to you, placing his hand over yours, both rough with years of fighting.

"Now you're just flirting with me," you looked at him with a raised eyebrow and took off your cap.

"You look more like you now, I know you hate being a secret but you're the only one I can feel this way with. I think you feel the same." Tommy lifted his hand and stroked your cheek with the back.

"What you said…the other night about wanting me. Is that true?" You asked in a quiet voice and Tommy sighed before pulling his hand back.

"I don't know if it's a good decision to discuss this right now." He rubbed his forehead as if he was tired.

"Then what other time? We have to at some point, you told me you would kill for-"

"I know what I said but…I just don't think it's the time," Tommy quickly stood up and you put your head in your hands.

"So now you're leaving because you're scared of a conversation? Where's the fearless Tommy Shelby who would've done anything for me?" You stood up and looked into his eyes.

"He doesn't live in my rational mind. Just fucking meet Grace alright?" He walked past you and slammed the front door on his way out. You let out a big breath and gave yourself five minutes before also leaving, headed towards the Garrison.

It hadn't been a busy night for Grace, just a few regulars. Tuesdays seemed to be the loneliest days for her behind the bar and she wasn't sure why but either way it was the worst day for business. She'd found another shipment of cigarettes eaten by rats and smelling of rot but Arthur didn't seem too bothered. Working against the Shelby's had started to become harder for her, the feelings she had for Thomas were very confusing. It made her constantly regret her decision to be working against the family.

"Where you headed?" A voice scared Grace out of her thoughts as she locked the door and turned around, seeing you.

"Is that your business?" Grace asked as she went to walk past you but you stopped her, holding her arm.

"Tommy's asked me to offer you something, so if you want to know what, you should follow." You thrust your hands in your pocket and brought out your cigarettes and lighter before walking off. You smiled devilishly as you heard Grace following, you wanted to shoot her right there and then.

As you approached the church you almost wished you could hear the voice of God to guide you in some way. But it was just a building with benches and candles to you. You walked in and stood at the back near the pews as you walked down the middle you made notice of the fact that Grace didn't make the sign of the cross as she walked in. You both sat down together on the second row from the front and looked at the altar before you.

"We know you've been cottoning on to things happening within the business. What we also know is that you haven't been scared away yet and we need people like that." You started and Grace looked at you with distaste.

"So why are you here and not Tommy?" She asked with a scowl and you laughed.

"Why didn't you sign the cross as you came in? Like every good Catholic girl would." You returned as quick as anything and she sighed.

"You're just as perceptive, I see." She faced forward.

"Tommy wants you to have an additional job within the company, more of an occasional occupation. He needs someone to look good, and look official at meetings with him. Not someone who looks like a whore." You took off your cap and pushed back your hair.

"And why am I being trusted with this?" Grace asked, puzzled as to how she was organically infiltrating the business.

"That's not for you to worry about, Tommy needs you to go to the races with him, he can tell you more when the time comes," You leant over your knees and closed your eyes "Keep your nose fucking clean or he'll kill you. You should know that."

"Thank you," Grace said quietly "I appreciate the extra work."

"Happy to be of service, now are you going to tell me where you're really from or do I have to reveal that I know you didn't work in that pub in Belfast?" You asked turning your head to face her, she seemed contempt not even afraid.

"So I've been background checked then." Grace smiled.

"You're a liar Grace, not that we care. You don't belong here but you've given us an opportunity to use something that we can't buy…class." You sat back in your chair and looked at her, as she turned her head you realised you were quite close to her face.

"I like to try to fit in." Grace said quietly.

"For whatever reason, you're here. You know that a lot of what we do is illegal but you'd still want to take the job, that's an asset for people like us." You said softly as you looked at her eyes, they were a beautiful sky blue.

"Is that an offer?" She moved closer to you.

"I've been told it is." You muttered before she kissed you and pulled back almost simultaneously.

"I thought so. You kiss like a woman." Grace said near your ear and you chuckled.

"Will you do it?" You asked with a stony look in your eyes, a rage about to erupt.

"Yes," she answered and you stood up. As you walked away she called after you and you turned around,

"Tell Tommy I asked after him." She had a mischievous smile on her face and you nodded before turning on your heel, lighting a cigarette. You wanted to punch her in the face till she couldn't speak.

Why had she kissed you? Just to mess with your psyche or something? And the fucking woman comment- it was messing with your head. She couldn't know anything, you'd covered your tracks so well and you knew none of the Shelby's would give you up. It was a secret that the whole family knew would destroy you.

"How was it?" Tommy asked you the next day in the shop.

"Effective. She accepted. But..."

"What happened?" Tommy raised an eyebrow and you got close to his ear.

"She kissed me and then said I kiss like a woman," you whispered.

"Well that's a lot to unpack," Tommy sat down next to you.

"Yeah, exactly. What the fuck does that mean?" You rubbed your face and let your knees bounce anxiously "What if she knows?"

"There's no way she'd know. None of us would've told her, even when Arthur is drunk he calls you Eddie." Tommy looked over at the chalkboard for a moment.

"She wants to meet you tonight, she told me at the Garrison this morning. So have fun with that barrel of laughs," you rolled your eyes and Tommy scoffed.

"You really are jealous aren't you?" Tommy leant back in his chair.

"Can't believe you're still obsessing over that," you rolled your eyes again.

"And I can't believe your eyes haven't rolled into the back of your head by this point," Tommy pushed your leg with his shoe and you glared at him before smiling.

"You're just a flirt, Thomas." You whispered and he nodded slowly.

"Can you blame me?" He asked.

"All I know is that you love the attention." You stacked some books you'd already checked and stood up with them in your arms.

"You'd miss entertaining me," Tommy added as he tailed behind you.

Later, Tommy had gone to meet Grace and you'd stayed back to organise your desk so it wasn't such a catastrophic bomb site every morning you walked in. Thinking over the last few months you couldn't even begin to understand how you'd got to where you were now.

"You coming for a drink?" John asked as he walked through the shop coat in hand.

"Ooh, I think I can squeeze one in to my busy schedule." You stretched back in your chair and yawned.

"What a tough, tough life you lead," he said sarcastically and you stuck your tongue out.

"Come on then," you stood up and followed John to the Garrison.

Walking in and seeing Grace eyeing up Tommy over the bar made you want to jump over it and tear her hair out but you had to remind yourself that it was pathetic. This ridiculous idea of infighting between the two of you when Tommy had made it clear he wanted you made no sense. You knew the truth of all of it, she could only make assumptions. You followed John into the private room where Arthur and Polly were already sat with a bottle of whisky.

"The tireless workers finally join us!" Arthur announced and you smiled before sitting down opposite him and next to Polly.

"How have you been?" Polly asked with a smile and you nodded.

"Good, ready to have a pint and relax." You sighed.

"Someone's feeling stressed..." John laughed and Arthur joined.

"Can't think of any reason why," Arthur said sarcastically and you raised an eyebrow towards him.

"Oh come on, what is it? What's ap obvious?" You asked looking between both the brothers.

"Oh come on, Y/n," Polly added

"What!" You exclaimed.

"I saw that look on your face when you walked in, it's like you want everyone to know what's in your head." John lit a cigarette.

"Thought you were supposed to be good at keeping secrets?" Arthur smirked.

"Oh fuck off. So you all know?" You asked.

"You and Tommy aren't exactly secretive around us lot." John poured you a whisky and pushed it over.

"Well it doesn't change anything. He's still fucking around with her," you gestured to the door.

"Ooooh, someone's jealous!" Arthur let out a hearty laugh and you narrowed your eyes at him.

"I am not."

"You completely are! I'm a woman, pet. I know that look anywhere." Polly looked at you knowingly and you sat back into your seat with a huff.

"Can I see you tonight?" Grace asked Tommy in hushed tones in the back room of the Garrison.

"Not tonight, I've got plans. Next week I'll come and see you." Tommy looked through his eyelashes at her.

"You're certainly not open with your feelings are you, Tommy Shelby?" Grace smiled sweetly and Tommy couldn't help but return it.

"I can say it's not one of my strong points these days," he paused "But I want to see you again." He touched her arm and could only wish of being intimate with you this way.

"Ditto," Grace whispered before kissing him on the cheek and walking past him back into the bar.

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[my-own-walker]

The Kids Don't Wanna Come Home - Part 1

note: SURPRISE BITCHES LOOK WHO IT IS!!!! this almost didn't happen bc i lost the entire draft and had a meltdown...lmao

summary: summer with jimmy darling (pre-freakshow events)

warnings: none...for this part...

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‘You’re gonna get yourself killed,’ I laughed, a stitch forming in my side.

Propped up on an elbow, I watched as Jimmy hopped from one smooth rock in the stream to the next, foot slipping a bit as it made contact. A distinctly Chuck-Taylor-sneaker squeak rang out amongst the trees as he caught himself. He looked back at me and smiled bashfully.

'Jimmy!' I cried, 'you're going to get hurt!'

'I'm 'aight doll,' he shouted in reply, setting his sights on the next piece of dry Earth. He skipped over and landed rather ungracefully on the marshy shore of the other side of the water. I laughed and shook my head, laying back down on the yellow checkered blanket. Scratchy woolen fabric itched at my sticky skin.

It was summer in our sleepy Florida town. Summer was longer days, hot and sunny with warm balmy breezes. Jimmy and I ran around the woods with abandon nearly every day. It wasn't uncommon to see us lugging a blanket, some Cokes, and a portable radio across town to get to our spot.

The small radio crackled a song I couldn't quite make out next to me. We spent time together in secret, mainly. My parents were rather unkind to the idea of me hanging around 'circus folk.' It hurt Jimmy to sneak around like this, but it was the only way I could see him without being disowned.

We had plans to run away one day. Not now, but soon. The two of us had been in a constant race to grow up and grow past the teenage purgatory we had found ourselves in. Not quite old enough for freedom, not quite young enough to comply.

The hot sun was firmly centered in the bright blue Floridian sky, kissing my skin with its outstretched rays. I closed my eyes under my white-framed sunglasses and sighed. The air felt thick and wet entering my lungs. Many moments in the light drfited by. So quietly, in fact, that I must have fallen asleep as they tiptoed away, lulled by the tranquil passage.

'Y/N!' I heard a distant voice call out. My eyes fluttered open softly. 'Y/N, look!'

I sat up quickly, afraid something bad had happened to Jimmy. My eyes fell upon his figure, still across the stream, waving an object at me. My eyes hadn't adjusted to consciousness quickly enough, so I strained to see what it was. Slowly, I began to make out a bunch of flowers clutched tightly in his hand.

'I found your favorite!' he exclaimed, grin on his face. He started on his voyage back to the other side of the stream, calculating which rocks to leap onto carefully. When he reached me, I was finally able to clearly see five passion flowers guarded safely in his grasp. I gasped slightly at the sight of them.

'Jimmy! They're lovely,' I gushed, propping myself up on my elbow once again to grab at them. 'I guess it is July, huh?'

'Yeah, I guess they're in season again. They're beautiful, just like you, baby,' he smirked.

'Thank you for finding them, my beloved,' I giggled, giddy with the joy of him thinking of me, with the added bonus of him remembering my favorite type of flower. I laid back down on the blanket, flowers clasped in both of my hands.

I watched as Jimmy fanned himself, took a sip of the Coke he brought, and took his shirt off. It was a decidedly hot day. He looked down at me. His shirtless form reached down and caressed the dainty gold necklace that sat on my chest, just below my collarbones.

'You're a vision, you know that?' he sighed. 'Just a total...' he wolfwhistled, not able to find the word he was looking for. Or maybe the wolfwhistle was the word.

'You're not half-bad yourself, Darling,' I replied, with a wink. He inched closer to me so that his face floated right above mine.

'You have no idea what you do to me,' he whispered.

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hehehehehehehe short bc i wanna make it two parts bc why not right

[willsimpforanyone]

Leo Valdez x fem! Child of nemesis! Reader (some general headcanons and maybe some jealous, don't care who is jealous tbh)

this is the last request in my inbox! i've done it! i've emptied my inbox! i'm very proud

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leo was fucking terrified of you at first

just so scared

the concept of nemesis was scary to him

he felt so guilty about his mother dying in a fire and felt for years that he was waiting for the world to wreck it's revenge on him

it took you to explain to him that that's not how nemesis works

especially not to you

you adored the petty little squabbles between people

the broken pinky promises as kids, the cheating in uno and monopoly, that stuff was your favourite

he was no longer terrified of you now he was just fascinated by you

there aren't many of nemesis' kids so there was a small gang in her cabin

everyone was confused when you started dating but frankly neither of you gave a shit

especially when you chose to announce it by kissing leo senseless in front of the camp

he was dizzy and incredibly happy that he didn't even register the wolfwhistles sent your way

you're quite prone to jealousy and have a bit of a habit of sending instant karma to anyone who flirts with your boyfriend

nothing bad, they'll just stumble or walk into a tree or something

you do get a pointed look from leo every time

you just grin and kiss him, pointing out that what could he really expect, it's not like you did anything awful, they'll just learn not to flirt with what's yours

leo get blushy and smiley whenever you call him yours and he immediately forgives you

leo doesn't really have to worry about people flirting with you

because you will fuck them up all by yourself if you need to

you send out intimidating vibes that tell people to fuck off

leo just loves his badass girlfriend, you're incredibly cool and he adores you

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hope you enjoyed, thank you for requesting!

[validwarriorsnames]

This just hit me. Is Wolfwhistle a valid warriors name?

Wolfwhistle is a valid warriors name!

[kurjakani]

Last day of composition course tomorrow and i am totally over my crush on the teacher. Expect for when he kinda slouches and i see his tummy in which case i feel like a 50 y/o leering man about to wolfwhistle eyes popping out cartoon style

[solomons-poison]

I’m nervous cause I’ve never asked for a prompt, but here it is: Could I request 2 for the soft kisses for Masamune. Embarrassed Masa is my favorite. I understand if you can’t do it :). Thank you!

Hello hello! No need to be nervous, I don't bite~ I'd be happy to write something for you! I haven't written for Masamune before so I hope this turned out okay

(Requests are now closed upon posting this, but feel free to check out and share the kisses prompt for yourself!)

Date Masamune x GN!reader

♡ kissing their rosy cheeks when it’s cold out

Staying warm as the seasons changed in the Sengoku period was difficult, to say the least. It helped a lot to have Masamune's maids and servants assist in managing the fireplace and kotatsu, and adding straw beneath the winter-style futon you had. You'd admittedly grown used to the existence of modern heating methods in the present— central heating and electric heaters, as well as your sweaters and sweatpants— and wished you hadn't taken them for granted. Now, you could only rely on good old charcoal and the warmth of your warlord lover to hold off the chill of winter in the night.

Morning came, but the chill simply seemed to stay. No amount of layering or gathering close to the fireplace seemed to help remove the cold from your bones. While Masamune was working, you spent the day doing small chores that generated movement and drinking down hot tea, hoping something would help warm you up. But nothing seemed to work. All you could do was hope for your lover to come home and spend some quality time cuddling. Unfortunately, he'd left for a short trip by order of Nobunaga, leaving you to cuddle a wiggly and rebellious Shogetsu in his place.

However, unbeknownst to you, even the great Masamune couldn't seem to shake the cold either. Despite the maids advising otherwise, you'd gone to the front gates of his castle to greet him back from his trip, layered up and ignoring your shivering to hear the distant hoofbeats getting closer. Finally, the gates opened and Masamune and his small entourage came through, and the cold was temporarily forgotten as the happiness of seeing him filled you up.

You couldn't help running over right as Masamune dismounted from his horse. As you opened your mouth to greet him, you couldn't help but notice the red tint on his cheeks, giving him an attractive, boyish look. Unfortunately, his good looks were enough to distract you, and you felt your foot lose traction on a patch of ice, sending you forward into his arms much more roughly than intended. Masamune let out a grunt from the impact, but a moment later, both of you were laughing. After welcoming him home, you pressed a kiss to his cold, rosy cheeks, earning a tight squeeze in his arms.

In the midst of your excitement, you'd both forgotten the rest of Masamune's men were still in the courtyard just a few meters away. That is, until a couple wolfwhistles resounded, coupled with excited chatter. You could clearly hear the words "endearing", "romantic", and even an unexpected "couple goals", making your face burn hotly. Even your lover couldn't escape, a rare embarrassment filling his facial features for once. But as you looked back at each other, the embarrassment turned to love, happy to have each other's warmth again in the chilly winter season.