#biggest biceps contest

[malegains]

Grandpa asked me to help him sort through his old stuff and I found this newspaper clipping from the old country. I can’t read what it says. I think it’s from the 90s? Grandpa’s pretty jacked, ripped as fuck for an old dude, but that can’t be him, he’s too old. I’ll ask him when he gets back.

[opt1mistic]

TORMENT ME 𓋜 ft. mean bbf!ellie williams

cw. nsfw, kind of exhibitionism, slight dubcon, ellie isn’t really mean she’s just a tease, loser ellie implied bc i can’t help myself lol, reader has a brother bc duh, and is afab but gn. wc. 1.6k. based on this request

it was about 11 in the morning, you are in your kitchen getting breakfast, ‘the most important meal of the day’ they say. but you could care less about getting breakfast with this leech constantly hovering over you at a distance that should be considered too close.

ellie. where do i even start? she’s just like a stray cat, you feed her once, one time and she’s here again begging for more. but instead of feeding her once, you may have slept with her... it was one time and you were both drunk. you barely remember it. so why is she always here reminding you that she was knuckles deep inside of you?

your eyes drilling holes into the fridge, so many options, but none that fill your needs. you’re not even hungry, if you were to be honest. you just came down here to see her. as much as you hate to admit it you like ellie. you’ve always liked her. she’s been your brother's best friend since, like, forever, you can’t quite recall a moment where she wasn’t here. on the couch in your living room, your brother's room, or the kitchen, the fridge specifically.

you knew ellie liked you as well, she’s made that fact very obvious. she is constantly reminding you of it, but not in a desperate way, no, ellie isn’t desperate at all, well maybe a little, she’s just really persistent. she knows you like her so what is the problem with the two of you finally having something, at least?

your brother doesn’t even seem to care if the two of you date. because you how it’s always when you fall for your brother's best friend. the same: ‘uhhh no you can’t date my friends.’(pretend that was said with a very forced imitating voice). or something like ‘fuck no, my friends are off limits.’

but no, not with your brother. he could give less of a fuck about whatever it was going on between you and ellie.

you were the real problem here. so stubborn about admitting your feelings and so, so bratty every time ellie makes a pass at you that clearly has an effect on you.

and here she was again. you, still trying to find something to eat, mind coming up blank of mostly anything only being occupied by the toned biceps that you got a glimpse of when you walked into the kitchen. she was already there making breakfast for herself as your brother sat at the dining table with his back towards the kitchen and a pair of headphones plugged into his ears, eating what seemed to be the biggest breakfast you’ve ever seen.

you walked past her trying not to stare too hard at her arms as you made your way towards the fridge.

it’s been a good minute and a half of looking at some jar(that’s filled with something of a very strange colour…)in the fridge trying to think of what you should eat, so you decide on the same thing you have almost every morning; toast. everything you needed was already on the kitchen counter.

you whip around, fridge door slamming shut behind you. she’s still in the kitchen, you were hoping she would’ve left by the time you finished your staring contest with the insides of the fridge. and she’s got that damn lopsided smirk like she just won something. with her elbow perched up on the counter right next to the bread and butter.

“found what you were looking for in there?” ellie asks.

you roll your eyes “i wasn't looking for anything.”

it was a stupid question because she knows you weren’t pay attention to anything that laid upon the shelves of the fridge. she did, however, catch your attention on her arms. and ellie was really hoping that was what had you so distracted.

she laughs at your obviously annoyed answer. you walk over to grab a plate from the cabinet, setting it down on the counter right next to her. you reach for the bread, ellies eyes following your every movement, they have been since you entered the kitchen.

she shrugs. “could’ve fooled me. you were in there like it owed you money or something.” again with her dumb jokes, does she seriously think she’s funny?

you shoot her a sharp glance, but it only makes her grin widen.

“or maybe you were just buying time. needed a minute to cool off,” she adds, voice lower, more pointed. “you always get like that when i’m around?”

you continue trying to make your toast, putting the bread in the toaster pulling the small lever of it down watching the two pieces of bread disappear.

“bet it’s exhausting,” ellie continues. “pretending you’re not obsessed with me.”

“you’re delusional.”

“mm, probably.” you didn’t dare to look at her, to look at that grin of hers that makes you weak in the knees. “still doesn’t change the fact you’re thinking about that night every time you look at me.”

is she crazy? you slam your palms onto the counter very lightly though, afraid your brother might hear.

“what do you want, ellie?”

she leans in just a little moving behind you now, enough for you to feel her breath on your cheek and you could still see her from the corner of your eye, but still keeping your gaze on the toaster before you.

“you.”

you almost choke out a gasp, it wouldnt really sound like one anyway, more of a silent gag. you push it all down, can’t be feeding into her ego too much. and before you could respond you feel ellie’s hands grip your hips.

as soon as her palms make contact with you, your eyes fly up to look at your brother. what if he sees? is she serious right now?

her face peaking from the side of you shoulder, right next to your face. your butt is right in her crotch pressed firmly against her.

ellie leans in, her voice dropping to that stupid low whisper she knows gets under your skin.

“y’know, if you keep pressing back like that, i’m gonna start thinking you want something.”

how did i get here??????

you exhale sharply through your nose, refusing to flinch. “get your hands off me.”

“say please.”

you whip your head toward her, eyes narrowed, and for a second, she just watches you with that insufferable half-lidded gaze—like she’s already won, like she always wins.

“ellie. i’m serious.”

her grip tightens just a bit, thumbs rubbing slow circles against your hips. “so am i.”

the toaster pops.

“you’re lucky he’s got those headphones on,” you mutter, trying to pretend your hands aren’t shaking as you reach for your freshly toasted bread when you feel ellie’s hands move upward from your hips to your waist.

she snorts behind you.

“yeah?” she echoes, voice laced with something smug and hushed. “i’d be luckier if he wasn’t here at all.”

you bite the inside of your cheek, grab the toast with a little too much force to put it down on your plate. “and what? you’re still doing the same shit with him right if front is us.”

she hums, dragging her fingers just beneath the hem of your shirt, brushing the skin there. “you’re right.”

you stiffen. your breath catches.

“but i’d just be less discrete about it.”

her voice is low and honey-slick, curling against your ear like smoke. palm by palm creeping upward under your shirt more, brushing warm fingers over bare skin.

“ellie…” you warn, but it comes out breathless.

“mm,” she hums, all mock innocence, fingers dragging lightly over your ribs, “what? just warming you up. kitchen’s cold this mornin’.”

you hate how you don’t push her away. hate even more how your stomach flutters when her thumbs graze the curve of your under boobs.

you roll your eyes, lips curling in something like a smirk. “you’re so full of shit.” you almost whimper as you speak.

“maybe,” she murmurs, ducking in closer, lips brushing your jaw now, “but you’re letting me touch you.”

you scoff, but it’s weak. you’re trying not to arch into her palms when her fingertips press into your hardened nipples. and you also can’t bark anything back at her when her fingers start to play around with the buds of your nipples, pinching them, twisting them, trying to get a noise out of you.

and it works.

you moan in shame as your head looks the opposite way from ellie, who's now kissing down your neck. her palms go to grip your breasts, messaging them, needing them like dough.

“so soft…” she whispers out against your pulse.

ellie’s hands now start to make their way back down your body, feeling the hem of your bottoms dipping her thumbs under to feel the lining of your panties.

and before things could escalate any further your brother sneezes, causing you to flinch.

your body feels empty all of a sudden as ellie moves her hands off of you. you turn your face to look at her as she’s moving away from you and grabbing her plate of food and leaving you, but not before whispering “you gonna let me finish that later, or are you just gonna keep playing pretend?” into your ear.

all empty and unfulfilled. so hot and bothered, worked up, your face flushed with heat. how could she just do that and walk away like nothing happened?

but truth be told, ellie is freaking the fuck out right now. face red, mind going crazy. all she hopes for is that you let her finish later.

[eloirea]

"___ as your boyfriend" ❤︎ ft. Kuroo Tetsurou

— BYI: set in timeskip, fem reader, very self indulgent

You fell for your boyfriend, KUROO, first. His charismatic golden eyes drew you in like lightning, persuading your heart into his.

You didn't expect your stereotypically attractive boyfriend to be absolutely adorable, however.

In the mornings, Kuroo will absolutely bombard you with kisses—he'll have to wake up way earlier, so even when your sleeping body tosses and turns underneath the duvet, you'll wake up warm from his lips.

Boyfriend Kuroo is the biggest enjoyer of physical contact, especially, especially with you and he'll make sure to emphasize that; when he's back from his travels, you'll be greeted with the biggest, tightest hugs, rich biceps lovingly kissing your body as he murmurs on about how much he missed you and how you deserve all the love, ever.

Kuroo is someone who vows to never fall ill (and doesn't), so whenever you're hit with whatever's spreading during the winter, he'll drop everything to make sure you're okay. When you were down with a fever, he cancelled his flight mid-airport checkout and drove the nearest taxi just for you—you'll whine on the phone, body flushed with a fever, "It's just a cold, Kuroo," but he'll argue, "Absolutely not, 100.6°F." (He just nicknamed you as your temperature???).

Once you signed the lease on your apartment, Kuroo begged to transform the office room into a library where he'd pick a book from and read to you every night. You thought the practice was a bit childish at first, however you couldn't resist his somehow cute pleadings—and it's genuinely helped you with your imbalanced sleep schedule. "See, I know what's best for you," he'll always say once your soft snores begin.

Kuroo has the weirdest tastes in absolutely everything, from ice cream to shows. Your boyfriend loves to persuade you into watching HGTV reality shows while eating sesame ice cream because "It's the only time I'm free," and "Sesame ice cream is superior, Y/N. You know nothing about that." But everything about him is so, uniquely him, that it slides when he starts complaining about the contestant's choice of a dream home, mid-mouthful of ice cream.

Your boyfriend, Kuroo, is the biggest dork alive. You'll come home from work, doormat soaked in rain just as you were and there he was, glasses on, waiting to surprise you with himself. There was stupidly stereotypical sexy music playing (it was just that one soundtrack from Naruto), rose in his mouth (you later noticed bruising from the thorns) and petals he plucked from the bushes outside your apartment complex laid around him as he twiddled his eyebrows. The moment he greeted your rain soaked body with a hug, staining him in the process, you could only burst in a fit of laughter—this was who you were going to grow old with.

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[emeraldserenade]

What about Sam Wilson x reader and they’re having an arm wrestling contest

Arm Wrestle ~ Sam Wilson

synopsis: you tell your boyfriend Sam you could beat him in an arm wrestling contest

tw: fem!reader, established relationship, barely edited.

fic, ficlet, drabble, request

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You knew your boyfriend was stronger than you, he was Captain America for fucks sake, but you still liked to push your luck. Like now, you were sitting on the couch with him, his arms wrapped around you. He knew you had a thing for his biceps, the way you always held onto them and ran your fingers over them. You tore your eyes from the TV to his arm, your fingers ghosting over his biceps before an idea formed.

"I could totally beat you in an arm wrestling contest," you mused, it was a joke but one that Sam took seriously.

"I don't think you could, baby girl," Sam told you carefully.

"No, I think I could," you argued, it was enough for him to push you off him before sitting up.

"Ok, let's find out," he challenged and you smiled, you knew you were going to lose but you also knew he would let you pretend to be winning for a minute.

You two settled in front of each other, your hands intertwined with elbows resting on pillows. You gave it your all and Sam pretended that you were giving him a run for his money, not to say you weren't strong, you just weren't Captain America strong. You noticed right away when he was starting to put more effort in, your strength not enough. Your hand hit the pillow and you smiled up at Sam, your joy contagious.

"Told you I could beat you," you said with the biggest grin.

"I'm pretty sure I just did," Sam raised an eyebrow at you.

"Nope, I did because I got to watch my boyfriend be silly and display his biceps," you let out a breathy laugh at his face.

"You're a silly girl, baby," he shook his head but pulled you to lean back against him again with a smile on his face and a kiss pressed to your temple.

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[polo-drone-070]

Mack’s Beach Takeover

Sun high. Sand hot. Waves crashing. Sweat dripping.

Spring Break, baby.

Mack was already flexing, already grinning, already dripping sweat by the time the new group of college bros set up their spot on the beach. Didn’t matter who they were. Didn’t matter where they came from. What mattered was they weren’t Gold yet. And that? That just felt wrong.

Didn’t think too much about it. Mack didn’t think too much about anything. He just felt it. Felt how good it was to be here, be big, be golden, be part of something. And when something felt that good? It had to be shared.

Didn’t plan it. Didn’t need to. Mack just did what Mack did. And guys followed.

Step One: The Pull

They noticed him. They always did.

Wasn’t his fault. Just how it worked. When you were shirtless, jacked, golden, confident as hell, people watched.

Mack stretched, arms up, abs tight, chest wide, making sure the sun hit just right.

Caught eyes with the biggest dude in their group—Jake. Dude had that kinda vibe. Kinda jock. Kinda trying too hard. Mack knew his type.

Easy pickings.

Mack cracked open his beer, lifted it in a casual nod. A bro’s invite.

Jake smirked, lifted his drink back. Hooked.

Didn’t need to think about it. Mack just knew.

Step Two: The Flex

Mack wasn’t subtle. Didn’t need to be. He just moved the way he moved, stood the way he stood, flexed the way he flexed.

And guys copied. They always copied.

Jake kept glancing over. Arms looked a little tighter. Posture a little wider.

Mack grinned, stretched out again, letting everything pop.

“Damn, bro,” he said, nodding at Jake. “Lookin’ tight. You hit the gym today?”

Jake grinned back. “Nah, but I should’ve. You?”

Mack lifted his arm, bicep peaking. “Every day, bro.”

Jake tried to flex. Didn’t even realize he was doing it.

Mack grinned bigger. This was too easy.

Step Three: The Heat

The sun was doing half the work for him.

Sweat dripping. Muscles pumped, oiled up naturally. Minds getting loose, slow, lazy.

Mack saw it in their faces. Their posture changing. Their chests standing out more. The way they weren’t slouching anymore.

By the second day, shirts were gone.

By the third, nobody even tried putting them back on.

Why would they?

They saw Mack. Mack didn’t wear a shirt.

Mack was living the best life.

They wanted in. Even if they didn’t know it yet.

Step Four: The Language

Bros started talking different.

“Obey the flex,” Mack had joked after beating Jake in a chugging contest.

Jake laughed. “Yeah, bro. Flex and obey.”

The others started saying it too. Didn’t even think about it.

By the end of the night, it was just how they talked.

Mack didn’t even have to try.

Step Five: The Uniform

Didn’t need to force it. They were already halfway there.

Mack ran a hand down his gold-trimmed board shorts, fingers catching on the waistband. The glint of his jockstrap just barely visible.

“Y’all ever wear gold trunks?” he asked, like it was just a thought.

Jake looked. They all looked.

“Nah,” Jake said, staring a little too long.

Mack smirked. “Bet they’d look sick on you, bro.”

Next morning, Jake showed up in a pair.

By the next day, so did the rest.

Step Six: The Surrender

Mack sat back, grinning, flexing, drinking.

Didn’t need to check his work. It was already done.

They weren’t thinking anymore.

They were flexing.

They were copying.

They were grinning just like him.

One of them, Tyler, stretched, rolling his shoulders. “Man, I feel so much better like this.”

Mack smirked. “Like what, bro?”

Tyler grinned, flexing without thinking. “Just… golden, bro.”

Mack cracked another beer.

Mission complete.

The beach was his.

And so were they.

____________ You should embrace da Gold and join us too, bro. Get that sun-kissed gorgeous body and light mind. Contact @polo-drone-001, @goldenherc9, or @brodygold to get proper brocessed.

[mpreggnable]

The duality of mpreg is funny because I think the best of both worlds works best. Imagine a contest of guys who wanna be the best as a breeder and everyone just assumed the feminine twink is going to win when a much more muscular, hairy guy steps up. Towering over him at nearly a foot and a half taller than him, bulging pecs and biceps capped off with what everyone assumes is a beer gut. Suddenly he's in the running for top breeder and the twink is pissed! He was born for this, he was the best at this! He wasn't about to lose at his favorite competition of the year!

Cue a montage this ravenous twink with a bulging baby bump riding as much dick as he can get, literally begging for seed so he can get bigger. All the while the masc fella is laid back and relaxing while all his homies take turns pampering him before blowing their load in his still virgin tight ass. The back and forth is causing making it the biggest breeder event of the season. Judges checking every week for their growth, surprised by their willingness to continue.

By the final week, the twink is wobbling back and forth. Barely able to stand as his frame is overwhelmed by her belly. Panting, he gives a weak smirk as the judges seem to be willing to crown him the winner. When the masc dude waddles in himself, he's... the same size. It was all for fun for him, just a dare his friends made him do. He was more than content with second place.

Afterwards, embarrassed by his own demeanor, the twink holds out his hand for a handshake as a show of sportsmanship. The masc man just give a big grin and pulls the twink in for a hug. Their bellies pressed against one another, their fertile frames in contrast as he towards over his competition. It was all water under the bridge and he was more than willing to spend time getting to know one of the most fertile guys he's ever met. A real man's man if he ever saw one

[gassyandnasty]

The Jock Formula - 1.1

BECOMING A JOCK

This scene is an extended part of Drew waking up an discovering that he became a jock.

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After feeling ill, Drew wake up with everything turned upside down. The formula made a number on him, leaving his stomach aching, and everything got even crazyer when he saw that the clothes he was wearing got completely ripped.

Drew got up fast and chased after the first mirror he could find. Without believing it, he saw his ripped body and rumbling muscles for the first time.

His flail arms and chicken legs started to be a memory, with his first move, he flexed his biceps and they looked huge! He felt he could carry ten 'Andrews' with them.

"Awesome!" Drew admired how strong he looked, and quickly gained control of his body. "Always wanted to try this out..." he said to himself while he tried to bounce his pecs. It worked! He laughed as his pecs bounced in sync, left or right, the order he wanted.

He turned around to see his new toned back, and something big and plump got his attention: his ass looked amazing! His buns of steel ripped the shorts he was wearing. He caught himself thinking on how heavy they would feel on someone's face... must be the formula emptying his thoughts.

But the stomachache didn't pass yet. His belly rumbled like never before.

"I might have to relieve myself... HNNGG" Drew scrunched up his face and grunted, relieving himself in the form of a loud and deep fart, the biggest he ever ripped

PPPPPPPPPPPPBPBPBPBPBPBPBBPBPBPPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTFTFTFTTTTTTTTTT

"Aaaaah...that was WICKED!" Drew laughed as he saw his fart almost ripping the rest of his shorts. "But damn, that smells bad." Very bad, he got some facefulls when he was a nerd, and nothing was like it.

Even after the big release, his stomach was still giving his trouble. "C'mon, is it going to kill me?" Drew says as he pats his belly, and that dislodges a very loud and gurgly belch.

OOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURPPPPPPPPP

"I feel so much better, this is fun!" Drew swallows some air, and brings more gas to be released:

BBUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRPPP

"Wait..."

EEEUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRPPPPPP

"One more..."

OOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUURPPPPPP

"Damn haha I'm a master already! Will win all the burping contests!"

Drew never thought of burping contests before, he only cared about his grades, but now, ace al the exams didn't feel as wild and awesome than ripping beasts like those. He couldn't wait to blast, I mean, show that to his friends.

[borisbubbles]

Eurovision 2024: #13

13. LATVIA Dons - "Hollow" 16th place

Decade Ranking: 43/153 [above Duje, below Tick-Tock]

ALL HAIL KING EGG 👑🥚

Stanning Dons like was not a development I expected, but here I am. He's precious, he's flawless, he's a walking green flag and should be protected at all costs.

How can you not like him now? Dons is THE biggest shock qualifier of all time. "But Boris, what about-" nope, I won't hear your flimsy suggestions - Robertoad, Sergej Cetkovic, Raiven, Valentina, Eugent- None of them were as jaw-dropping to me as Dons was. I immediately got up and grabbed a (non-alcoholic) drink when it happened. I needed one. My brain could not process it without hydration. Bro qualified from LAST PLACE IN THE ODDS, representing Latvia, the ONLY country in all of Eurovision that failed to reach the top 10 in a semi televote every year since 2016. WITH ONLY ESTONIA AS ALLIES.

Like, yeah hindsight makes it clear why made it in, but come on now. If you thought Latvia were making it before the Thursday show, I would dismiss you as a naive wishful thinker. Regardless, it was very earned. "Hollow" was a diet Hozier song, and that's basically the equivalent to gold dust in Eurovision. It was a SONG, and a good one at that. We collectively assumed Belgium would snag his votes away. Pity most failed to consider that Belgium did not have a song.

However, the painpoint always seemed to be Dons's perceived lack of charm and appeal, and that was not a small concern. Despite being a very capable vocalist, Dons lost to Aarzemnieki in 2014 and to AISHA in 2010. He always has the air of a funerary director to him, and his current bald look (which vibed as part Who / part Syltherin) didn't help matters, nor did a plethora of REALLY DEPRESSING LINES ABOUT DEATH and DYING EARLY.

His looks said ET phone Hozier his facts said ET go home.

And even as "Hollow" played during the semi I still thought he was 100% out, as Dons performed it with the lifeless of one reluctantly going through the motions. You might as well be a nondescript businessman with a briefcase commuting to their underpaid 9-to-5 job. This man's a sitting duck and he knows it, and no amount of BesaBreastplates™ is going to protect him.

But then, excelsior! Dons miraculously made it (by being announced FIRST) on the strength of voice and song and biceps and right in that moment, something changed.

Immediately after qualifying Dons transformed from someone with the same joie de vivre as a palliative care patient into an absolute demigod and icon?

IT STARTED at the press conf when he said "Latvia has the shape of a butterfly, and butterflies symbolize freedom and all countries deserve to be free 🦋🍉" and was the ONLY person from that press conf to shade Israel without any repercussions or harrassment later. (SOCIAL GAME KING ♥)

But then he followed it up with that live performance in the finale and... OMG.😍

That live is why we're this high on the list.

That live... was ALIVE.

For the first time in his life, homeboy SERVED ON A STAGE.

Like yeah sure, Dons being unable to contain his rapture absolutely did NOT fit the song at all, but who the fuck cares. Qualifying rejuvenated him by at least ten years on the inside. Once you realize the emotions stem from the pure joy of finally having made the final, after months of dismissal and mockery, and weeks of being told that he's outclassed by Mustii of all people (imagine that.). it's only human that he cannot contain himself anymore. One HAS to let go, serve, spill, and so he did and it was glory.

"I move with my face and... emotion comes out? and I'm LIKEABLE?!"

I won't pretend this was some AMAZING revelation, but like... who cares? It's rare you witness someone discover the gift Emotions live on stage, which is beyond any price. The positive transformation Dons underwent in a mere two days as the contest collapsed around him is one of the most beautiful and wholesome takeaways from this dark, depressing edition.

Also, finally, Eurovision is not in a good spot right now, and Hollow's lyrics are perfect allegorical representation to the situation going on. The EBU's decision to sell themselves out as something so hollow is killing the contest slowly, and currently show no sign of improvement. (They're professional bureaucrats scared to give up their well-paid jobs. figures.) Which almost makes me bump Hollow up a bit higher given how much resonance the message has with me right now. But at the end of the day, one must remain hopeful. Dons’s journey was a comeback, a triumph from a horrible situation like you rarely see at a competition such as this. It was a sign that the song matters, and that one should never give up. If Latvia can experience such a miraculous turnaround in the face of adversity, I think we must harbour a hope that Eurovision can as well.

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[delopsia]

the haunted house drabble was such a fucking gift to return to 💐 that it got my mind wheels whirring: the trio’s halloween costumes...

are they trying to find a cohesive throuple idea? and if so, is it a funny idea? like, as long as the three of them are entertained it’s fine—or are they shooting for serious, like, “no! we ARE winning the costume contest at payback and fanboy’s halloween party this year!”

or do they wear individual costumes? especially rhett who might not have done a lot as far as dressing up past the age of twelve, but is actually really good at successfully making homemade costumes?

and are they giving out candy? do they wear cozy seasonal loungewear and compliment all the children’s costumes, or do they leave a full mixed candy bowl out on the porch, knowing full well that a number of these kids are NOT going to take just one (!) but it’s halloween so who cares 😌🎃👻

Omg, I have been dying to find the chance to answer this 😭🎃

Bob, again, is the instigator for the Halloween costumes, but this time, it wasn't exactly his idea! He simply got caught up in the crossfire when Maverick was bickering with Reuben and Mickey about how Halloween parties are lame, and the next thing Bob knows, he's been invited to the yearly party against his will.

So what do you do when you've been invited against your will? You drag your two partners along with you! He tries sugarcoating it, says he already has some costume ideas, aaand...well...

"I ain't dressin' up as a goddamn condiment!"

"What, you think you have a better idea?" And maybe Bob's words were a little too snappy because Rhett looks like he's about to eat him alive.

Neither Reader nor Bob expects for Rhett to bark a, "Yeah, I do, actually!" Before vanishing up to the attic, wrapped up in his own little storm cloud, grumbling under his breath about how he hates store-bought costumes.

Come to find out, when Rhett was 19, he and his buddy Archie got together and crafted Ghost Buster's costumes for Wabang's yearly Halloween Costume contest. All because they'd gotten sick and tired of seeing Billy and Luke Tillerson win every damn year. Rhett's still got the cheap blue first-place ribbon, pinned on his old suit.

The costumes are elaborate, with properly sewn patches, purposeful wear and tear, and hand-built gear that genuinely looks useable. It's dusty. The suits need a good wash, and that still leaves one person without a costume, but it's better than store-bought.

Only for it to become glaringly obvious that Rhett is much bigger than his 19-year-old self. Not in height and weight but in muscle. Reader and Bob fit into the suits just fine, but Rhett? His shoulders have gotten broader, and his biceps are so thick that the seam on the sleeve busts open.

"I ain't that big!"

"Yes, you are!"

And maybe that's the reason why Rhett gets turned into a dead cowboy. Because what's a ghostbuster without a ghost?

Rhett's entire outfit is black and gray, complete with a torn cowboy hat, deliberately ripped shirt and jeans, beaten-to-hell chaps, and spurs that chime with every step he takes. He's missing part of his left sleeve (he accidentally busted another seam), flannel only buttoned halfway, and Bob's meticulously painted his skin to create the appearance of a skeleton.

There's a last-minute addition of fangs and a singular, white contact because, in the Reader's words, Rhett's eyes were far too sweet and made him look friendly rather than scary.

The party is massive.

Leave it to Mickey to pull some strings and get a damn venue in San Diego for the party when it very well could have been held in his Aunt's backyard again. There are so many people that Bob can't find his friends for a full half hour, and Rhett's actively about to crawl out of his skin if another person stops him for a picture. Half of these people aren't even dressed up!

Natasha is the biggest competition. She's rebuilt her phoenix costume from two years ago, and this time, she has not held back. Has even gone as far as to make proper wings, feathers, and all.

And she would have won, too, if Reuben, the toughest costume judge in the damn city, didn't dock her points for reusing the same theme. Leaving Bob, Reader and Rhett to switch places with her, snatching first place by a hair.

Rhett doesn't take it as a win and is now actively drawing plans for a quote, "costume that don't need no damn luck to win."

With all of the competitiveness, it's a given that the Floytt household is elaborately decorated for Halloween, but not in the way that you'd think.

Bob and Rhett, to the Reader's amusement, are in a silent war with the dad down the street, in trying to create the spookiest house on the street. Cobwebs on the porch and boarded-up windows, a big ghost on the garage, and a damn spider that jumps out at your feet as you walk by.

Oh, and fog machines galore.

All of that effort, and...nobody ever sits outside to hand out candy. Whoever gets home first fills the candy bowl, sets it outside, and settles down with the other two for a cozy night of scary movies. It's all comfy loungewear, soft blankets, and cuddling on the oversized couch, occasionally checking the doorbell camera to watch kids get spooked by the spider.

They did sit outside for the first Halloween spent in the new house. For less than a half hour before Rhett started shivering, and Bobby fell asleep on the porch swing.

Let it be known that Bob's favorite Halloween candy is candy corn, and Rhett actively throws said candy corn at his head. The Reader sometimes gets caught in the crossfire, and it always ends in candy corn being found months later in places it shouldn't be.

[rom-e-o]

Okay, since we've done Bea, now I'm curious to see how Scroogeverse characters would react to meeting George. Being totally up front, I can so see Theresea and Magda getting a little flirty-flirty with him. Mans is a bearded, curly-haired chunky hunky with big, rough, skilled hands and that gorgeous smile. (You should see the body preset I downloaded for him.🥵)

OHHHH I WANT TO SEE THIS MAN

OHOOOOO I'm excited for this. Let's DO IT!

Adonis: First off, he has heard NOTHING but good things about this man. I imagine he takes one look at this man because he meets him and it like 'Oh, that's probably George" because he just LOOKS EXACTLY like the hardy, manly, gentle giant that he's heard about. I can see him going for a handshake and immediately wanting to chat with the man, something that the introverted Ebenezer Scrooge isn't exactly known to do at random. I could see them sharing cigars outside as a party winds down after midnight. I can see them also sampling whiskey too, just enjoying quiet moments of camaraderie amidst the chaos of the others in the house. Speaking of which....

Constance: First thought? "WOW, he's handsome." She is actually a little intimidated at first, but upon hearing it's George? THE George? She gives him the BIGGEST hug. This is a man who doted on and cared for Bess, kept her safe, helped build her up! For that, Constance considers him nothing but upstanding. I can see her chatting his ear off, but also, just....sitting and listening to him as he tells stories in front of a fire. Constance misses her dad, and George has a warm, doting persona and a very fatherly aura. If she closes her eyes, it's like her own papa is back. "You two would have been good friends, I think."

Magda: She is a happily married woman, but George makes her eyes WAAAANDER. She sees this man and is bringing him as much ale as he pleases. Being a red-blooded Eastern European lady, she not only enjoys flirting, but also knows a good craftsman when she sees one. Poor man would have a second or two to run away before she would be asking his advice on the best wood for different furniture projects. She'd show him all the projects around the Scrooge mansion to get George's opinion, much to Scrooge's chagrin. Annnnd, if she happens to give the bicep a squeeze a couple times? Would it hurt? Of course, it's all in good fun only.

Theresea: THERESEA, on the other hand, is single. So...George, watch out (haha). She would immediately introduce herself and dote on him quite flirtatiously. A little shoulder-touch here, an little giggle there. Nothing too scandalous, just enough to give her a little thrill. In all seriousness, after the initial teasing, she'd be challenging him to playful games of pool or darts. She MIGHT even challenge him to a wood-shopping contest. ("Magda, bring us some axes! It's a showdown!")

[thefrogman]

Let's do a quick RFK Jr. themed debunk-a-thon.

First, your appearance is not an indication of health. People with terminal cancer can have six pack abs and overweight lifelong smokers have lived to be 100.

Second, physical fitness does not mean you have the knowledge and expertise of a doctor. A 70 year old with abs is probably on a boatload of steroids and actually increasing health risks. A doctor would probably say you shouldn't take steroids without some actual need beyond biceps you can brag about.

And the analogy of the personal trainer is faulty as well. There are plenty of people who are good at advising people without being able to do the thing they are giving advice for.

Athletic coaches are a great example.

A lot of the winningest NFL coaches were mediocre high school or college athletes. And their physique usually resembles that of Santa Claus.

But they get Super Bowl rings along with everyone else on the team.

Doctors are known for being the "worst patients." Many of them are so overworked that they turn to vices to help relieve their stress. They can overeat or smoke. They might be too tired to have any kind of fitness routine. My good friend Dr. Kevin has to wrangle three daughters while running a pediatric rheumatology department. He's the smartest person I've ever personally known and a fantastic doctor. But he will not be winning any bodybuilding contests.

RKF Jr. has a lot of money and time and access to personal trainers and nutritionists and human growth hormone. But sure, let's let him do some heart surgery and see how it goes.

Let's move on to some of his biggest concerns regarding our societal health...

Current evidence suggests…

Aspartame is bad for rats if you fill them with an obscene amount. And it *might* be bad for humans if you drink 15 cans of soda every day. (More nuance here.) Dosage matters! Remember, dihydrogen monoxide is poisonous if you are very motivated to make it so.

High fructose corn syrup is bad for you. Because sugar is bad for you. And they are functionally the same. Switching to cane sugar will not magically make people healthier. (More nuance here.)

A lot of processed foods are unhealthy. But probably not because they are processed. It just so happens that most processed foods are soft, easy to eat quickly, and they have a lot of fat, salt, or sugar, while being very calorie dense. They are often super tasty to the point of being psychologically addictive. That is a perfect storm of factors making processed foods very easy to overeat. The idea that the act of processing food causes some extraordinary harm outside of the ingredients already being unhealthy is most likely a myth. (More nuance here.)

Similarly, seed oils are not causing harm outside of them often being used to cook calorie dense food with a lot of fat, salt, or sugar.

Food dyes are safe in normal amounts. The concerning studies gave kids two colored drinks along with a shitload of candy every single day for two weeks. The problems went away when the amount was reduced to moderate levels. (More nuance here.)

Supplements are mostly an expensive way to fortify your pee with vitamins. You are literally pissing money away. You really only need to supplement something you are personally deficient in. Though if you can get those vitamins from food or sunshine, you will probably more effectively absorb them. I use supplements because my disability keeps me from being able to consistently cook or go outside. Just because something is "natural" does not mean it can replace actual medicine.

Organic food is not special and has become marketing hype.

GMOs are fine.

And finally…

VACCINES DO NOT CAUSE AUTISM.

Vaccines are safe and effective and they are probably the best thing humans have ever created. They have saved millions of lives. Many of those lives were CHILDREN. (More nuance here.)

The other problem is that RFK speaks definitively and bombastically. Food dyes give you ADHD. Seed oils explode your heart. Corn syrup makes your toes fall off. Processed foods make you a bloated zombie. Vaccines alter your DNA and turn you into a mutant.

It's fear mongering, plain and simple.

He is not interested in making anyone healthy, he just wants to scare you into believing his conspiracy theories. He uses the tiniest nugget of truth or suspicion and elevates it to fact whenever it helps his agenda.

Or he skips the nugget altogether and just blatantly makes shit up.

Because I have, ya know, ethics... I have to say "nuance here" because a lot of this stuff is very complicated and you can't actually say anything with 100% certainty. And that uncertainty is how he weasels his ideas into the public consciousness. When science updates our understanding of something, people say the science was wrong. "First they said this and now they say this!" Having better information is not a failure��it's progress. It is just the process working as it should. But they use that to hurt the reputation of science and scientists.

Scientific consensus is always just the best representation of our knowledge at any given point in time. We would never be able to eat any food or take any medicine if 100% certainty was required. We'd all starve and die because we weren't allowed to take even the most marginal of risks.

This is going to be a long 4 years.

[julia-catilina]

Boot Camp Stories

What counts is not necessarily the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog.

Many years ago, before the fall of Garlemald…

On the final day of bootcamp, Julia truly felt like she was ready to take on the world. She stood before the full body mirror in the barracks locker room, admiring her form. Her arms were brought up and the woman flexed her biceps with a toothy grin. Not only did she feel like she could take on the world, she looked it as well. Her hair was styled into a short bob, the bangs tucked away from her eyes. The woman’s body was rife with fresh muscle, drilled into her body by long days and hard work. The door to the locker flew open as the other recruits started to file in. They all drifted over to their lockers and started getting ready for bed. Several of them wandered over to the sinks to wash their faces and brush their teeth while the others changed out of their dirty fatigues and into clean pajamas. Julia dropped her arms down to her side as one of her friends approached her. Sentia was a beautiful woman, aiming to enter the Empire’s research and development division. She had the smarts and the wits to solve almost any problem, something that was very attractive to Julian. She watched as the dark skinned woman thumped her fist against Julia’s back playfully. “Looking at yourself in the mirror again?” Sentia teased. “Someone’s gotta admire me,” Julia replied without looking back at her friend, instead looking at her via the mirror. “If you were half as ugly as you are, your confidence would be wildly unattractive. But you’re a total babe so I guess if no one else is going to check you out, might as well be yourself.” “She ain’t that hot!” shouted a male recruit with a cocky smirk. “My girl back home could beat Jules in a beauty contest any day.” “Oh please,” Julia shouted back, looking at the recruit in the mirror. “We all know I’m the best looking girl here.” “Yeah, you are,” said a gruffy large recruit, easily twice the size of Julia. He sauntered into the locker room with a towel wrapped around his waist, having just come out of the bathing area. His body was still moist from his time in the shower and it glistened in the lighting of the room. Julia had to admit, the guy was pretty handsome and easy on the eyes but his personality was the biggest turn off in the world. Despite his good looks, his hands on approach to flirting was eventually going to cost him his job. The large recruit, simply known as Giant, lived up to his name. Having already been a big man prior to basic training, he only managed to grow bigger as the weeks flew by. When he wasn’t training with the other recruits he was hitting the gym hard, spending all his free time there working out. Julia was jealous of his gains, wishing she was capable of packing on muscle mass like him. She knew he had a reputation of being a jackass, but that didn’t seem to bother her. He hadn’t done or said anything to piss her off quite yet, but his off handed comments on Sentia’s body came close. Upon meeting on the first day, Julia and Sentia were practically drawn to each other. They hit it off almost immediately and were quick to become friends. A few of the other recruits thought they were screwing on the side, but they couldn’t have been more wrong. While Sentia was a beautiful woman, Julia didn’t see her like that. What she saw when she looked at her friend was a strong and smart woman ready to take on the world. Julia shook her heard and cleared away the thoughts that had drawn her focus away from reality. She smiled at her own reflection before turning away and walking over to her locker. The door was cracked open after the lock was disengaged, revealing not only Julia’s dress uniform but also her pajamas. She quickly peeled off her dirty fatigues and stuffed them at the bottom of the locker, knowing she’ll never be wearing that set of filthy clothing ever again.

With graduation tomorrow, Julia had never felt more proud of herself. This was the first time she had actually set out to do something and actually finished. She knew, in the back of her mind, that if her parents were both alive this day they would be proud as well. The thought made Julia frown a little as she slipped on a white tank top and a pair of black shorts. She let out a yawn before closing her locker door and turning away from it, only to see Giant walking past Sentia and slapping her rear as he passed.

Sentia let out a yelp and frowned, rubbing where she had been smacked with one hand, the other balled into a fist. Julia could tell that she wanted to deck Giant, but knew that he was much bigger and stronger than her and doing so would most likely result in a serious injury. But Julia wasn’t scared of him like Sentia was.

“Oi, Giant!” Julia shouted as the grumpy man placed his hand on the door leading out of the lockers. He looked back at her with a scowl.

“What do you want?” he barked.

“You need to stop touching the female recruits,” Julia told him.

“I ain’t stoppin’ shit. Not like you’re gonna stop me,” came the man’s reply.

“Fucking pig.”

“The fuck you call me, little girl? I ought to mess up that pretty face of yours,” snarled Giant as he stormed over to Julia, hands balled into fists.

“I called you a pig,” Julia said as she squared up with Giant.

The two bumped chests together, Giant grunting as he thrust his chest forward and almost knocked the smaller woman over. She planted both her feet down on the ground, planting herself firming in place. Giant smirked and went to chest bump her again, only to get hit in the face with a left hook he hadn’t seen coming.

Giant barely registered the blow as he slowly looked down at Julia with a glare that could melt glass. His fists tightened and Julia could hear his knuckles cracking from the strain. She took in a deep breath and punched twice, once with her right hand and the second with the left before delivering a nasty uppercut. The beast of a man actually stumbled backward a couple feet at the last strike, his rage visible on his face.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you, girl,” Giant bellowed.

Around them the rest of the recruits encircled the pair as they started trading blows. As he was much bigger than her, Giant’s fists were like getting hit with a truck. So Julia did her best to step out of the way of his brutish attacks. The first couple blows stung like a motherfucker, but that wasn’t enough to deter Julia from taking this giant down, even if it meant getting her own ass kicked.

Giant roared with fury and threw a jab right at the center of Julia’s face. She took the blow like a champion, hearing her nose crunch and break from the blow. Stumbling backward, Julia reached up and touched her nose, coming back with blood smeared fingers. At the sight of her own blood Julia doubled down on her own fury.

With his size advantage, Julia had to rely entirely on her quick wits and speed to make it out in one piece. When Giant threw a punch, she ducked under it and triple punched the same spot on his ribs with dull thumps. The man showed no indication of slowing down, so Julia redoubled her efforts. From this point on Julia’s focus was that singular spot she had punched thrice so far.

A giant fist plowed into her gut and Julia felt all of the wind rush out of her body. She doubled over and gripped her stomach with both hands while she struggled to breathe. Taking advantage of her weakened state, Giant reached down and grabbed her by the throat. He hoisted her off the ground and took hold of her with two hands, wrapping them around her neck tightly. It felt as if he was trying to kill her, so Julia responded in kind.

Her arms flailed around until her right hand took hold of a handle used to open and close the lockets. She pulled with all of her might and ended up ripping the handle clean off the door, breaking the screws that had been used to secure it in place. The handle was then used as a makeshift shank, the weapon driven into Giant several times before he eventually released her. The much bigger man looked confused as to why he was bleeding so much, one giant hand reaching down to touch the spot where he had been stabbed. His hand came back smeared in blood, the sight of which only enraged him further.

Knowing this was her one and only chance, Julia threw herself from the floor and onto Giant, tackling him to the ground. The two hit the ground hard and the crowd around them loosened up to make room for the fight. She gripped him by the hair and started to slam his head against the ground as hard as she could, roaring with fury as she did so.

Eventually Giant stopped moving and resisting so Julia climbed off the man, gasping for air. She looked around at the others and Sentia practically threw herself at Julia, wrapping her arms around the woman’s neck. It looked as if she were about to kiss her savior, but it was then that the officer assigned to their unit stepped into the lock room, having heard the commotion.

“LINE UP RECRUITS!” the man bellowed, his voice echoing in the confined space.

Everyone in the room, aside from Giant, shut up and did as they were told. They all formed a single file line and stood at attention, their gazes locked onto the drill sergeant. The group watched as he dipped down to check the vitals of Giant, looking directly at Julia as he did so.

“Explain yourself, recruit,” the man told Julia, keeping his hand on Giant’s neck.

“He was touching another recruit, Sir! I was doing my duty to my comrades by defending her, sir!” Julia replied, going with the truth right away.

“Bullshit,” the man snarled as he rose from his squat and stormed over to Julia. He drew her face closer to hers, so close she could smell his breath. “A little girl like you took down this giant? Who else helped her?”

“No one, sir!” the entire group shouted in perfect unison.

“I was hoping that was the case,” the sergeant muttered as he took a step back from Julia. “Recruit Catilina, you are to come with me and report to my superiors. You have been summoned.”

Julia’s face paled as she heard the words come out of the sergeant’s mouth, but did as she was told. She stepped out of formation and nodded once at her commanding officer, blood running down her face from her shattered nose. Without so much as an afterthought she reached up and set her nose back into place, grimacing at the pain that followed.

“Good luck, my guardian angel!” Sentia managed to get out before the two left the locker room, smiling at her friend while the others gathered up Giant to drag him to medical.

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Julia was taken to the main building on the training base and seated in a room with no windows and just a single door leading in and out. A metal table sat between two steel chairs bolted to the floor. Sitting at one end of the table was a man she had never seen before, a man who reeked of cigarettes.

“Have a seat,” the man said without looking up from his paperwork.

Julia did as she was instructed and eased herself into the only free chair. She reached down and took hold of her shirt and used it to dab the blood off her face, despite the fact that her nose was still bleeding from a gash that ran across it. The man eventually looked up and saw her doing this and a smile spread across her lips. His paperwork was abandoned and the folder closed, the man turning his full attention on Julia.

“Typically when a recruit almost kills another they are removed from service. But you… You took out a man twice your size with nothing but your wits and a small shank. You’ve got balls, girl.”

“I was just doing my duty to my comrades, sir,” Julia told him.

“I know what happened,” the man said calmly.

“How, sir? It just happened a few minutes ago?”

“I work with the Frumentarii. We see everything,” the man told Julia.

Her face paled and cold sweat ran down her spine as she stared at the man who could not only end her career but her life if he so chose. She had heard stories of Frumentarii agents and their handiwork. They were a group of people who could make someone disappear with little to no effort. Why were they here for her? Was what she did really that bad?”

“W-why are you talking to me?” Julia asked after a moment of stunned silence. “All I did was kick the ass of a jackass.”

“Oh, you needn’t worry about Giant anymore,” the man said with a wide grin.

“Did I kill him?”

“Hah! As if. No, sexual assault is taken very seriously here. He has been removed from active duty and will be dishonorably discharged after he spends some time in the slammer.”

“Then what about me, sir?”

“You? I want you to work for me,” the man said, that grin never leaving his features.

“Can I at least have your name, sir?” Julia asked, her posture perfect now that she knew she was sitting before someone who could end her career.

“Decimus Eir Panthera,” he told her. “Now, why don’t we have a little talk, hm?”

“What about, sir?”

“You! You’re top of your class and scored great on your tests. You work really well with others and you’re very intuitive. Your fellow recruits speak very highly of you. We could use someone like you in the Frumentarii.”

“I’m in,” Julia said without thinking.

“Wow, that was easy,” Decimus said after a burst of laughter. “Very well then, Julia. I’m going to start by assigning you a call sign.”

“A call sign, sir?”

“A nickname we use over the radio for operational security. You’ll be briefed on everything when we get back to headquarters. Welcome to the Frumentarii, Guardian Angel.”

[hisunshiine]

—cinema | kth

→ posted: jan 1, 2023 → pairing: kim taehyung x reader → genre/au: strangers2lovers, camboy!au, angst, fluff, smut → chapter rating: +18 / M for Mature → wc: 2,672 → warnings: very minor angst is introduced, taehyung is forever hot, misreading a situation, reader is jealous, use of pet names, light sexual punishment and praise, explicit sex, multiple orgasms, begging, if you squint there’s daddy/brattybabygirl vibes, aftercare, recording sex. → credits: biggest thanks to sunkissedwriter, you are the best for the most perfect ‘destroyer of the delulu’ plot issue. @moonleeai @downbad4yoongi​ and whippedbywonho1 for beta reading this for me! → taglist: @bts-ruu @missxmarisa @1-in-abillion @yourtmblrgirlfriend @fairy-jaykay → summary: i guess we’re in time, if you’re getting yourself wet for me. KTH is your favorite camboy, & after winning a contest, the two of you have grown closer and gotten to know each other after a one-on-one session. After realizing you live in the same city, he asks to meet you—IRL.

part 1 | part 2 | series masterlist

“YN…would you be interested in meeting up with me, in real life? I’d love to get to know you more, without a screen in the way.”

You never expected to be gearing up for meeting the camboy of your dreams in person, and it feels silly to you because he’s not a real celebrity, or atleast, not one you can tell your parents about. He’s just a person like you, and yet, he’s been the main star of your fantasies for months now and somehow, he’s also interested in you. 

Or so you think. From the text messages the two of you have been trading back and forth for the past 2 weeks since the one-on-one session you had, not to mention the few times that the two of you used the synced toys while he was camming (not that other subscribers knew he had it paired to you), he’s shown an interest in you that you can’t help but return. 

He promoted the toys at the beginning as a paid advertisement, utilizing them in the storylines, but those sessions were different from the others with the way he behaved during them, with themes of established relationships, with plenty of praise for how tight your pussy was and small slip ups that only you would notice, mentioning things specific to conversations you had with him. 

He would tease the toy he had, knowing you would feel it, and you got him back a few times, clamping down at the end of a session before he removed himself from it, causing him to stutter and almost scold you by name before he caught himself. 

But lately, messages continued to not be solely sexual in nature, with him asking about your career, your likes and dislikes, and it feels like the two of you are actually getting to know each other on a level that can lead to something…more.

Approaching the cafe you planned to meet at, you feel silly to think you’re someone special.

You stare at the messages, unsure of what to say. You agreed to meet up at 5:15, and here it was 5:35 and you can’t bring yourself to walk in. Your feet keep you grounded, eyes focused on the man of your actual dreams sitting at the small table in the cafe. 

You’ve been watching him since you caught sight of him, and as soon as you finished your pep talk, ready to walk in and meet face to face, you see a gorgeous woman approach him as if she knew him, talking and smiling with familiarity as she touched his bicep and he smiled back at her just the same. 

And you wouldn’t have minded, would have walked in there despite this, if he hadn’t motioned to one of the two seats at the table nearest them, asking her to join him. The two of them continued chatting, as if he wasn’t waiting for you for your first date. Maybe it wasn’t a date…after all, neither of you called it one. 

You look down at your new outfit, bought just for today, hating that it wasn’t as cute as the one that girl was wearing. You hate the thoughts that enter your head, you don’t like to think of yourself as someone who dislikes another girl just because the guy you like is interested in them, but it’s hard to stop the green-eyed monster from appearing in your ear, whispering hateful comments that tear both the other girl and your own confidence down.  

Watching the two of them talk, you see the moment he texts you checking in, but a part of you is miffed that it took him 20 minutes to realize you were late. What if you were hurt, attacked, or hit by a car? He would be 19 minutes too late. All because he was distracted by this bitch who can’t keep her hands to herself. 

So instead of walking in and meeting Taehyung for the first time face-to-face, you let the green eyed monster convince you to walk back the way you came, typing out a lame excuse for why you couldn’t make it.

Taehyung stares at his phone, unsure of how to feel. All day he’s been excited, full of restless energy at the thought of meeting you finally, just for you to cancel on him. It doesn’t make any sense to him, because you said you were on your way, and then all of a sudden you couldn’t make it. 

He shakes his black hair out of his eyesight as he looks up from his phone, giving a small smile to the woman who had approached him.

“Looks like my friend isn’t going to make it. It was nice meeting you!” He stands up as the woman nods, smiling widely at him.

“No, thank you! My boyfriend just got here, so thank you for keeping me company until then! That man at the counter was being a real creep, so I appreciate you. Plus, it’s not everyday you meet a local celebrity!”

“Don’t let my mother hear you say that!” he jokes, but the smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes as he takes his iced frappacino to exit the bustling cafe. 

Pausing at the bus stop near the cafe, you look at your phone to see if Taehyung read your message. 

You hate that he’s so sweet about it. Now that you’ve walked to the bus stop and calmed down a bit from the scene you saw, the negative thoughts have vanished, instead, leaving you with a feeling of self-disappointment. A second buzz from your phone has your heart clenching once more. 

His offer makes you feel like you’ve misread everything earlier. He still wanted to see you. He left the cafe. You feel even dumber sitting at the bus stop knowing you walked away from Taehyung and you were so close to meeting him. You begin to type out a reply. 

“YN?”

You startle, standing up quickly from the bench seating. You find yourself looking up at deep brown eyes staring at you. Taehyung’s face is full of confusion, lips poking out in thought as his full eyebrows pinch together above his narrow nose bridge. In person, this close to him, you almost swoon at how handsome he actually is, and you want nothing more than to soothe the wrinkles of confusion off his face.

“Hi…”

“I thought—you said—I’m confused.”

You worry the corner of your bottom lip between your teeth unsure of what to say.

“I, um…I guess I just got nervous.” It’s not necessarily a lie, though it definitely isn’t the whole truth. The way that Taehyung is looking down into your soul has you feeling that he is aware of this fact. 

“So you showed up to the cafe?” he asks, walking back through the events that just played out. It’s just the two of you at the bus stop, and you can’t bring yourself to move away from how close the two of you are standing. 

“Yes. I was outside for a bit…I was worried about meeting for the first time.” You look down at your feet, unable to maintain eye contact.

“Mmm,” Taehyung nods as if deep in thought. “And let me guess,” a sly grin grows on his face, “you saw me talking to that girl who was waiting for her boyfriend to show up?”

That bit of information snaps your face back up to his like a cracking whip. “Her boyfriend?”

“Yes, she was being hit on by some creep so she approached me to help save her. I sat with her since I was waiting for you, and she left once her boyfriend showed up. Funnily enough, it was seconds after you texted me that you couldn’t meet. If you had waited just one more minute, you might have been brave enough to go inside.”

Feeling stupid, you can’t help the way heat rushes to your face, burning you up with embarrassment. 

“I feel really dumb right now. I’m so sorry I flaked on you.”

“I’m sorry too, I would’ve loved showing you off…you look amazing.”

Your cheeks stay warm, but this time for a different reason.

“You do too, Tae.”

The two of you stand there looking at each other like a couple of fools infatuated with each other before Taehyung has the smart sense to break the silence.

“So, if you aren’t actually busy, did you want to head over to Yoojung Sikdang and grab an early dinner?” 

He holds his large hand out to you, and unable to think of a reason against the idea, you find yourself nodding your head with a sappy grin on your face as you place your hand in his. It felt nice. Giddy with excitement, the two of you head off in the direction of the restaurant with you feeling more and more relaxed the more time you spend in each other’s company.

“Fuck, Taehyung…I can’t…”

“You can baby, you’ve always been so good for me.”

You keen in response, back arching away from his chest where he has you sat between his legs, his calves wrapped around your shins to hold your legs open for him. He’s in just his boxers, chest warm against your shoulder blades as his arms encase you.

“But…it’s so intense!” you moan out, and he chuckles softly.

“Look down baby, look at how wet you are.”

You try hard to keep your eyes open, gaze trailing down his veiny forearms to where his hands are in the apex of your thighs, two fingers on his right hand spreading you open as his left hand holds your bullet vibrator to your clit. The relentless pressure is dizzying as you buck in his arms from stimulation. It feels too good to be legal.

You get a moment of reprieve when he pulls the toy away from you, your slick dripping down to the end before oozing onto the sheets beneath you, clear arousal connecting your bed to the toy in a lewd display of just how wet Taehyung makes you. 

In an act so debaucherous, your eyes can’t help but to follow the movement of the toy as it continues towards the man behind you. You turn your neck to continue the path, watching with hooded desire as Taehyung’s lengthy tongue curls around the small silver vibrator and laps up the rest of the evidence of this session.

The low moan he lets out as he tastes you makes your toes curl, and you’re almost unaware as he shifts from behind you to hover over you. He noses at your neck so you wrap your arms around his torso as his lips lightly drag along your skin, continuing to tease you as he has been for the last half hour. 

“You take your punishment so well, baby.”

Pouting, you look into his eyes, no longer afraid of the man before you.

“I said I was sorry, Tae…I was just a little insecure.” 

He pecks at your bottom lip still poking out in defiance of his taunting touches. You know what he’s waiting for you to do and at this point you’re not above begging.

“Please Taehyung, I need you. I need all of you.”

He smiles, grin lighting up your heart as his lips drop to yours and begin to devour you in a rushed kiss. His hips thrust forward and you can feel how badly he’s been waiting for you to give in. Your punishment was just as hard for him as it was for you. You didn’t know it, but he was seconds away from giving you what you wanted without pleading for it.

It was torture, having you in his arms, so wet and wanton for him as you let him tease your folds until your pussy was swollen in need for release. He had to sit behind you for your punishment, or else he would have given in after five minutes instead of thirty. But it was worth it.

Now you lay beneath him, body pliant as he hitches your leg up by the knee to wrap around his hips. Moving his hand from your knee to the waistband of his boxers, he’s rough as he pulls his length free, four fingers then running along your spread center before giving himself a couple of strokes with the erotic sounds of you coating his cock with each tug filling the room.

“Breathe in for me, baby girl,” he huffs out as his tip teases your entrance, circling around as he waits for you to follow directions. “Good girl.”

You preen under his praise, and when he instructs you to let out your breath slowly, you feel him surging into you, swollen walls pushing back against the intrusion despite how good it feels to become full of him. 

“Tae, it feels so good,” you coo, and he feels goosebumps travel along his arms and his spine from how salacious you sound, his dick growing impossibly harder as he begins to piston his hips, thighs slapping against the backs of yours as he drops his face to the crook of your neck. Fingers lacing through the curls at the nape of his neck, you use this for leverage to take him deeper, his hand widening your bent leg for a better angle to bury himself into you.

“Fuck baby, tell me it’s all mine.”

“It’s yours, Tae, all yours.”

“What’s all mine, baby?”

“My pussy, me, whatever you want,” you promise him, and it sends him reeling. You feel so right to him, the way you move with him, as if the two of you were practiced dancers wrapped in each other's arms.  

Your moans are pornagraphic, loud and breathy as he brings you to climax, your limbs trembling from the intensity of the orgasm spurring him on. Unable to stop the way your walls quiver, clenching sporadically around his cock with every stroke leads him to fill you up, cum spurting in hot ropes from his sensitive tip. 

You hold him to your chest as he collapses onto you, his hips still gyrating slowly as he releases every last drop inside of you.

“Oh, fuck, that’s my good girl,” his deep voice speaks to your core, and he peppers kisses to your chest as you cockwarm his softening length.

Slowly, he extracts himself from you, careful not to spill too much onto your sheets, but it was a fool’s errand. Reaching for his phone, he stops recording so he can get up and get a wet washcloth to clean you up. You lay there, spent, enjoying the hazy delirium that comes with the post sex euphoria until you’re as clean as a washcloth can get you and curled up in Taehyung’s arms. 

“I wanna see the video,” you say sleepily, voice muffled against his chest where you lay. His fingers smooth down your hair and he laughs at your request; you were about to pass out, there was no way he would be able to show you the playback of your session without wanting to bury himself inside of you again.

“You will, baby. Get some sleep first.”

“Why?” you whine, despite your eyes having shut several minutes ago in a “long blink”.

“Because you’re gonna need your energy for what happens after we watch it.”

thank you for reading! feedback is greatly appreciated!! please let me know what you think of this last part! happy new year!

© hisunshiine 2023. All rights reserved.

[simpforrooster]

game on. 

Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell x F!Reader; slight Hangman x F!reader

Pete finds himself competing with Hangman, but it's not about who is the better pilot.

t/w: mention of an age gap, cursing, alcohol, betting.

a/n: literally posting this seconds before my students come into the classroom xD I had this idea during my planning period yesterday and couldn't stop thinking about it until I finished it!

Maverick’s temper bubbled in the deep pit of his stomach watching you laugh at something Hangman told you. You made it worse by grabbing Hangman’s bicep to hold yourself steady. A few drinks in, and Maverick knew you were feeling them. Hangman catches his eye and winks. 

Game on. 

It was no secret that you’d captured Maverick and Hangman’s attention, almost simultaneously. The day you wandered into the Hard Deck, the same expression covered both men's faces. Phoenix rolled her eyes at the men practically undressing you with their eyes. Maverick felt slight shame for being caught so openly checking out a lady, but he couldn’t help it. Not with you. 

You decided to play dirty tonight. Forgoing your usual t-shirt and jean shorts for a sweet little sundress. Although, sweet may not be the right word. You feigned innocence around the men, but you knew what you were doing. 

Not being able to take much more of Hangman shooting his shot, Maverick orders your favorite drink after noticing yours was empty. Mav saunters over to where you and Hangman stood. You notice him immediately. 

“Maaaaaavvvvv,” you called out, giving him the biggest grin you’ve ever seen. There is nothing better than the way you smile at him. Maverick returns your smile and hands you the drink. 

Your eyes grow at the gesture. “Mavvvvv,” you draw his name out again. “Thank you!” Raising yourself onto your tiptoes, you place a fast kiss on his cheek. His cheek lights up like a firework, and goosebumps appear along his arms. 

If that’s how he reacted to a cheek kiss…he couldn’t imagine how he’d react with more. At least not in public. 

Anger forms all over Hangman’s face. While you were preoccupied with trying to get the strawberry out your drink, Maverick gave Hangman a little wink. 

Checkmate. 

The blonde aviator was not going to take the challenge lightly. You stand between the men, completely oblivious to the staring contest happening between the two of them. 

~

Rooster and Bob are watching the showdown from the piano. Rooster just finished playing a nice rendition of an Ed Sheeran song when he noticed the two men. 

“Who do you think is going to win her over?” Rooster asks Bob. The entire team was well aware how Mav and Hangman felt about you. You were the only one who couldn’t see it. 

Bob peers over to the love triangle that could rival Twilight. “Hard to say. She always seems to gravitate more to Mav than Hangman.”

Rooster takes in his Godfather, seeing what Bob saw. Maverick leaned against the table with this effortless swagger. Swagger that you seemed into. There was no denying you found both men attractive, you always stood closer to the brunette than the blonde. Hangman was aware of this. 

Rooster couldn’t lie. At first, the idea of his father figure pining after a woman his age kind of worried him. But once he saw how truly in Maverick was, and what an actual angel you were, he found himself rooting for it. 

“Yeah. I think Mav’s got this.” 

“$25 says Hangman bags her, pun intended,” Coyote says, joining in on the conversation. 

“I’m not betting on their love life,” Bob chides. Bob zeros in on the situation a little harder. “Actually, you’re on.” 

Rooster shakes his head, then adds onto Bob’s bet Maverick wins the girl. 

~ 

Jake’s annoyance has hit the fucking ceiling with his captain. It didn’t help that you seemed to be putty in Mav’s hand. Ever since he joined the two of you, you’ve only had eyes for the older aviator. 

Jake’s never been one to worry with age gaps in relationships. However, when the other guy was twenty plus years older, it seemed like a no brainer you’d choose Jake. 

That doesn’t seem to be the case as Jake watches you pull toward Maverick. Naturally, over the course of the conversation, you’ve become more engrossed with Maverick. Jake couldn’t ignore the effortless way the two of you interacted with each other. You seem

to hang on to everything he tells you, like it’s a secret code you’ll need for later.  

Jake can’t say the same about himself. He always has your attention for about 7 minutes, and then your attention is elsewhere. Looking for something around the bar. 

Or someone.  

Like Maverick. 

~ 

All you wanted was for Hangman to go rope one of the guys into a game of darts, leaving you alone with Pete. 

You can’t lie, Jake is fun to hang out with. He’s fun to goof off with. He’s certainly fun to flirt with. That was his problem. 

He was fun. 

It was hard to envision yourself long term with Jake. He just didn’t seem like that type.

The drink Maverick brought over to you was just enough to push you over that line of tipsy to drunk. Not wasted, of course, but just enough to give you a good amount of courage. 

You’ve found yourself drifting towards Pete the longer he’s been here. Longing for him to pull you into his body. The kiss you gave him earlier was almost too much. It was like a taste of forbidden fruit, and now you wanted the whole thing. 

Maverick is still leaning against the table, looking delicious in that bomber jacket he always wears. His Ray-Bans hang from the plain white tee he’s wearing underneath. He and Jake seem to be in some silent battle with one another. Knowing these men, it’s probably who was the better pilot. 

Jake finally concedes, telling the two of you he’s going to play a game of darts. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. 

“I thought he’d never leave,” you mumble before you can hold the words in. 

Maverick cocks his ear closer, he heard. He gives you a smirk. 

“Me, either,” he says. 

~ 

This was his chance. You’d all but confirmed you didn’t like Hangman. Not in the way that Jake likes you. 

Not in the way Maverick likes you. 

God, he likes you. So much. 

“Want to get out of here?” he whispers to you. 

Your eyes light up, and it sets Mav’s heart ablaze. There is no way you’re choosing him over Hangman. 

As you slip your hand in Maverick’s, it hits him. You are. 

“Where do you want to go?” you ask him. Your voice is low, almost breathless, like you can’t believe this is happening either. 

“Honey, I’ll go anywhere with you. But before that, I have to kiss you.” he tells you. A pink flush falls across your cheeks, and he knows that has nothing to do with the alcohol you consumed. You like him as much as he likes you. 

Maverick feels like a 20-something fresh recruit again. The adrenaline pumping through his veins as he pulls you by the waist into him almost rivals the feeling he got the first time he went up in an F-14.

You respond by bringing your arms around his neck. With uneven breaths, Maverick closes the space between you. He kisses you like he’s never kissed anyone else. The relief that washes over him almost knocks him out. Maverick makes out with you right in the middle of the bar, and he couldn’t care less. 

When you two pull back, your face even redder than it was earlier, Maverick catches Coyote handing cash to Bob and Rooster. Rooster catches his eye and winks. 

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[elysianslove]

Hi! <3 I'm the roomate hc anon again (lol) and can I request best friends to lovers hc for iwaizumi, kuroo and oikawa? Also this blog is gonna blow up soon so remember me when you're famous bro 😌✊️❤️

OMG HI AGAIN! i’m so sorry this is late :( but oh my the excitement that flooded through me when i saw this request hsvhjsd. i really hope you enjoy this!! also vshdks i luv u bb THANK YOU.

iwaizumi hajime

im making these as detailed as fuck so i apologize in advance <3

becoming best friends with hajime was a very out of the blue thing 

the two of you shared a lot of classes together, and since you were always seeing each other, you’d choose each other as partners a lot 

you’d sit next to him in all the classes that you could

you’d meet up a lot during school breaks and just hang out 

you two clicked very well honestly, like you found that it was so easy to talk to him, and it was so easy to lose yourself in the conversation 

most of your convos are v mature and sophisticated too like

it’s nice when you can talk to someone on the same brain wavelength as you yk 😼

anyways overtime you’d come to his practice sessions, and even if they were long you’d just stay and watch bc why not

if you had hw to do and he noticed you were a lil stressed about it, he’d tell u to come study while he practiced as a change of scenery and all 

he’d walk you home almost every night at this point

oikawa noticing and being jealous <3 

“they’re stealing you from me!” “they’re not— what is wrong with you oikawa.” 

okay so this best friend stuff has been going on for a long time

long enough for you to realize you wanted more from him

but this is iwaizumi hajime and it’s almost impossible to know what he’s thinking 

like

ever 

so you just keep it to yourself, thinking it’s just a small crush and it’s not worth ruining what the two of you have at this rate 

so all this had happened first year, and when you’re nearing the end of your second year

that’s when you realize that

shit

it’s not just a crush

and when you have feelings for someone, every little thing they do expands a million times in your head

so a hug from him that you’d once never go over twice has you thinking about it as you go to sleep

the hoodies he’d lend you during practice while you stayed in the gym bc it was ungodly cold in there now send tingles down your spine at the lingering scent of him

the way he’d grab your hand to drag you somewhere now leave a heavy effect on your palm, forcing you to trace it once he’s gone 

his texts give you butterflies 

every time his name pops up on your phone screen you have a mini heart attack

and yeah

those are all symptoms of a crush

but is a crush meant to last this long? 

at the start of your third year, you greet him outside of the school gates after not seeing you all summer

he smiles so bright and hugs you so, so tightly 

you already are so hyperaware of how strong iwa is

but the feelings you have for him that won’t go away are so not helping your fixation on the feel of his biceps 

anyways before this becomes v nsfw 

you two catch up like u had met yesterday 

and then at the end of the day, after practice, which you stay for bc u missed ur vbc boys 🥺

he walks you home 

like always

and as he stands by your front door, in a burst of courage, he takes your hand in his and pulls you harshly towards him, pushing his body against yours and capturing your lips in a heated kiss

it’s so messy and harsh and you pretty much collided 

but holy shit

you were pretty sure fireworks erupted when you two kissed

years of pining and what had felt like unrequited love finally being resolved 

it’s the most satisfying feeling ever

you never want to stop kissing him

but alas </3 

when he pulls back, you’re both breathing so heavily 

you’re not sure if it’s the adrenaline or the kiss itself 

and he just looks at you and goes “did u tan while you’re away ur eyes look brighter” 

no sir i am in love with you

when you two officiate things 

he’s actually way shyer than he was as best friends??? 

like as best friends he wouldn’t feel slightly weird about hugging you in public or grabbing at your hand randomly or being seen alone with you

but now like

people know ??? and somehow that scares iwa 

or makes him uncomfortable 

idk he just feels iffy

but ur so understanding bless ur heart <3 

ur so careful with him and take it at his own pace 

zero pda at the start of the relationship 

like he won’t even wanna hug u in front of the seijoh team 

but slowly he warms up 

and he starts getting more comfortable with things like hand holding and occasional pecks on the cheek/lips 

your traditions as best friends don’t die as lovers 

if anything you believe in them even more 

now you watch more diligently during practice 

you proudly attend his games in his jersey, cheering the loudest for him (and for the rest of the boys bc they: best) 

walks home with you are so much more serene 

always gives you a kiss before he parts ways 

idk it’s like some sort of commemoration for your first kiss/confession 

unless you invite him inside 😏

this is so fucking long im so sorry i just love iwa 

anyways anybody want boyfriend!iwa headcanons i got a lot hehe 

to conclude, it was so gradual and inevitable with the two of you, and you’re forever glad it happened when it did and you hadn’t rushed anything <3333

oikawa tōru

unlike hajime, this wasn’t something that took one or two years

this bitch couldn’t admit he was in love with you for like 10 years okay 

you’ve known him for the majority of your life, because you’d always lived in close proximity to each other 

but you were never best friends yk? just acquaintances 

it was around the end of middle school when you two got close

cause you saw he was applying to aoba johsai for high school

and you were like !!! i’m going there too 

at first he was like stop copying me 😾 

you guys had a staring contest bc y’all are idiots and there were legit tears streaming down ur face but u were not about to lose to a pissbaby like him

he blinked 😁👍🏼

and he lost 

and then he decided “you’re my best friend now ” 

anyways aside iwa, he now had someone else he was going into high school with

like it’s a completely new environment but he had two people he very much liked going with him !!! 

when the time came around to like apply for/join clubs, you had been so clueless 

but toru stuck by you !! and he was so adamant on helping you !! 

he would sit with you after school as he practiced tossing with hajime and just brainstorm with you what you liked to do

it’s what brought you two closer together

cause you realized just how many things in common you had with him 

for a full week he tried to help you come up with something

for the sake of this hc let’s say u decide to join the newsletter club 

you’re very wary at first but then he’s like when ur part of it you’ll visit the vbc regularly so u can take pictures/observe to write essays 

the fact that toru would be there kinda set you at ease 

now you’ve never seen toru play properly 

he’s practiced in front of you before

plenty of times

but a proper match? or a practice one? 

never 

so it’s safe to say u were in awe when you got assigned to go watch a practice match against (idk pick a school) 

it’s embarrassing to admit but your eyes were on him the entire time 

thank god he became the captain later on else it’d be so sus 

you really tried to pay attention to anybody else lmfao 

it’s kinda what drew you to him more

you still didn’t really have feelings

you only realized just how passionate he is about everything 

at some point you had an essay to write for your newsletter about the volleyball club

but you were having a hard time like really getting into it

so you immediately just called toru and were like “help 😃” 

he came over and you asked him a bunch of questions, and he would go on deadass 20 min rants for each of them

you were just 

so amazed 

like how could someone have so much passion for something like this?

you realize how but that’s for later

overtime you two got closer bc of how much your work was associated with him

he’s incredible as a best friend 

he’s the first one with the school’s weekly newsletter as soon as it’s out

granted it’s to read the section about him but yk, the sentiment’s there 

also love, love, loves lazy days with you 

he doesnt even care if the boys know that he worships the chick flicks you two watch 

i feel like oikawa would be an avid anime watcher

idk why i just do 

so he’d be blasting anime theme songs on a speaker as you’re in the shower and he’s in your room waiting for you and you’re both just singing w the sound of water rushing down 

actually it’s not just anime songs it’s all songs 

a l l songs 

anyways

so you two get really close, and then he has a super important match coming up 

let’s say it’s the spring interhigh one against karasuno

the one they won

idk im just choosing at random 

and the night before he’s like begging you on text to wear his jersey

he’s like PLEASE NO ONE’S EVER DONE THAT FOR ME

you’re like bruh u have a cult following ????? 

but eventually u say yes

ur not really sure where it’s coming from but this is oikawa he’s an unpredictable as can be

when you show up in a jersey he so conveniently left at your house once

he’s so genuinely shocked even though he was the one that asked for this???

gives you the biggest hug like spins you around and just 

“you’re my lucky charm” 

when he wins 

after celebrating with his team

he runs over to you

and just

he kisses you

full on the mouth

it’s probably the rush and excitement of winning that gave him the courage to finally spill all his feelings out into this kiss

you’re in his jersey, in the stands and you genuinely feel like it’s only just the two of you

despite how sudden it was the kiss is so gentle, like he’d been planning it since forever 

“i told you you’re my lucky charm” he says as he rests his forehead against yours and kisses you gently again

oikawa had already been affectionate as your best friend

always displaying his love outwardly with like always calling out your name so loud whenever he sees you and giving you bone crushing hugs

deadass his 6’0 self will just jump on you 

but now it’s extra

makki always gags around the two of you but you just stick ur tongue out at him and go “ur just mad ur best friend’s getting some pussy/dick and ur not” 

makki then proceeds to shriek at you like a fucking banshee <3 

anyways 

yes 

oikawa best friends to lovers excellence is so cute eeeekkk

and now u always wear his jersey at games 

(u couldnt make it to the game against karasuno where they lost for whatever reason and he held it against u for the longest time)

(“maybe if a certain someone were there we wouldn’t have lost”)

what a big baby you love him

kuroo tetsurō

AH SEXY CHEMISTRY NERD 👅👅👅

kuroo as ur best friend 

im frothing 

i feel like you’d grow close after meeting at an event or something 

like you’re a friend of a friend of a friend 

i see kuroo as someone who’s so suave and cool and flirty with people he doesn’t have feelings for

but put the crush factor in and he’s a mess

like his brain just stops working

so when he first met you

he thought u were so fucking hot 

but that’s it

his lower body was doing all the thinking <3 

so he was so flirty 

and that’s essentially what your friendship is built off of 

and when friends are so flirty with each other, they generally grow close and trust each other really quickly 

ur not a nekoma student but ur in tokyo so you meet up often 

you just

it’s so nice to be around him

you find it so easy to just be yourself around him 

going out with him is super fun 

and a lot of the times you guys have study dates and you literally don’t talk except during the 10 min breaks you two take

it’s just hyper focus for the two of you which is great

he really channels the best student in you what a man ! 

i think during your third year of high school you two got insanely close

because you were highly unsure if you were gonna leave japan or stay 

so you wanted to make the most out of everything 

so you’d go out with him more often

he’d stay during the weekends and you two would like bake christmas goods all night even if it’s literally september lmfao

cuddling is so natural 

like you’re both so touchy with each other but not in a weird way just a super comfortable kind of way

like if you’re shorter than him, he’s always leaning his arm on you like you’re his arm rest 

it’s a win win bc he gets to touch you and tease you

wow the horny really jumped out in that one

anyways

you go to every single one of his games !!

cheer him on so!! fucking!! loud!!

you probably make a provocative sign and stand a chair and just wave it around and kuroo’s so heart eyes lmfao

the climb up to becoming lovers is so

natural? 

i think kuroo first realizes that maybe, yk, he wants those flirtatious comments to mean something and those random touches to hold more romantic value to them, when you two are out together

it’s a completely chill day and it’s not really warm not really chilly. you’re just comfortable 

he takes you to a park after buying the both of you ice cream from the stand across the street and sits down at a bench with you

just people watching 

and then it kinda goes really silent

but 

it’s not awkward??? like at all???

he’s not looking to fill the silence with any random words

he’s just

enjoying simply being with you

and he glances at you momentarily and it hits him like so hard just how pretty you are 

his eyes slightly widen like

holy fuck

what the f u ck

remember when i said he’s all cool until feelings come into play

yeah 😼

he literally freezes up and blurts out, without even meaning to, “i think i have feelings for you.” 

he really didnt even process he said that

you kinda

pause for a second

and then you realize what you said and you just smile and lean over towards him, lifting your thumb up to the corner of his lips and brushing away some ice cream

“you think?” you tease, and then at the spot where the ice cream was misplaced, you placed a gentle kiss

he kinda relaxes and then eyes you as he says, “i know.” 

it is just. heaven after that

i think the two of you would be less flirty around each other once becoming official 

like yeah he definitely comments once or twice every now and then and don’t get me wrong, so do you

but it’s just less frequent 

like a blanket has been lifted to uncover the true, hidden meanings behind the comments and you can now just breathe easier 

you two end up in the same uni on accident hevejsk

like you had a long ass talk about how it’s okay if you didn’t end up in the same uni you’d still make it work

and it would’ve worked tbh

fate just ships you two too much

when you told each other you were literally that spiderman meme of the two spidermen pointing at each other lmao

power couple of the uni

power couple of tokyo

power couple of japan

you’re literally so happy with him you wouldn’t trade him for the world 

and maybe you saw it coming 

but it still remains a shock whenever you wake up and he’s there laying next to you, smiling lazily at you before reaching over to give you a gentle kiss 

anyways happy early birthday king i love you kuroo hehe

end note; i really had a lotta fun w this one omg!! thank you again for requesting, anon, and i hope everybody else enjoyed!! feel free to request, mwah <3

[merppppppppppppppppp]

Fuck A Fan (Bakugo x Camgirl reader pt. 1)

You had gotten the idea from one of your best friends in the cam industry.

“You sure this will work?”

“Trust me boo,” he had replied, “sometimes the best motivation for a man is a little friendly competition.”

Your bestie had insisted that a fuck a fan contest would be the perfect way to get CallMeKing to finally make good on his unfulfilled promise to see you.

Putting the finishing touches on your flyer, you finally posted the announcement to all social media. You knew CMK was still lurking. So he’d definitely see it. Hopefully, this little contest would be enough to spark his interest, if this failed, you were going to scream.

Because for the first time in your cam career, a man had you chasing him.

The audacity!

To be fair, he did say that he wanted to see you too, but had to keep a low profile due to his career. He promised as soon as worked dialed down you guys would meet up.

Well that had been over a year ago, and not only had you guys not met face to face; he also didn’t seem to check in on you as much anymore.

He still tipped and re-subbed to your page. He had even cash-apped you money for Christmas and your birthday.

But aside from that, there were no more late night, sexting sessions, no more random check ins, no more nude trading.

At first, you brushed it off.

He was apparently a very successful man. Successful men were busy. They couldn’t give you every second of their time. As a successful woman, you could relate to that.

Not to mention, you were a bad bitch and bad bitches did not pine over any man.

PERIODTTT.

Buuuut...when the man in question was fine as hell with boulders for biceps, a big dick, and long money, well...you’d like to think the City Girls, Meg the Stallion, and all the other bad bitches you looked up to would understand your thirst.

“Alright, King,” you sat back in the furry, white computer chair and glared at your laptop screen. “Ball is in your court now.”

“Mr. Ground Zero, can I get a picture too?”

A precocious looking blue haired kid asked. He stared up at Katsuki with wide, hopeful eyes.

Katsuki grimaced.

“Whatever kid, c’mon.”

He leaned down, attempting to keep a safe distance from the walking germ pool, while keeping in the lens of his camera phone.

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“Thanks a lot, Mr. Ground Zero!”

The kid giddily ran back to his group of friends.

Kirishima slung his arm around Bakugo’s shoulder, weighing down on his slightly shorter friend.

“Wow, Bakubro, looks like those public relations training classes have really been working, huh?”

“Whatever, I just don’t need anymore shitty press with kids.”

“You still have energy for happy hour with Sero and Me tonight?”

Bakugo replied with a noncommittal shrug. He scrolled absentmindedly through his phone as he and Kirishima headed towards their agencies to call it a day.

He decided to check in on (cam name’s) IG page to see how she was doing.

A pang of longing tugged at him. He missed her. A lot. Sure, she was a cam girl, and being friendly and flirty was her job, but she always brightened his days. With crime picking up steadily over the past year, Bakugo could use her presence in his life now more than ever, unfortunately, nothing in his schedule would permit it.

He was researching a new threat that had been developing in the crime world. Apparently the new mob of villains seemed to have some connections to the crime world in America, and Bakugo found himself flying back and forth to the west for meetings and to make media rounds to help put the public at ease.

His sleep schedule was completely out of whack with all the stress he was under, so any spare moment he wasn’t working, he was sleeping. Which meant no time for his virtual boo thing. Though he did try to make it known he was thinking about her with bill money.

As he flipped through her newest posts, something caught his eyes.

Fuck a fan contest? Winner gets to make content with me at secure location!

What the fuck was this shit?

Whatever it was, he was certainly going to get to the bottom of it when he got home.

CMK: Hey, (cam name) what’s this all about?

Y/N: what does it look like? Fuck a fan contest

CMK: fuck u mean? You don’t do meet ups!

Y/N: 🤷🏾‍♀️ first time for everything.

Anger hummed beneath Bakugo’s skin. Since when did y/n start doing meet ups? She had always told him she didn’t trust her fans as far as she could throw them.

He had encouraged her to not be forthcoming with personal information and never feel like she had to meet up with randos online for money. He would take care of anything she needed before it came to that.

So what was the meaning of this? Had he not been taking good enough care of her? Keeping her bills paid? Her nails and hair done?

Y/N: u entering or what? 👀

CMK: hell no im not entering and neither is anyone else. Now take that shit down.

Y/n: (voice note) first the fuck of all, you don’t tell me what to do. Second the fuck of all, do you know how much money is in this? You ain’t stopping my bag boo. Period! 💅🏾

He was practically seething. Who the fuck did she think she was talking to like that?

Who the fuck did she think she was saying no to?!

His dick stirred in his pants as he re-listened to the voice note of her cursing him out.

CMK: how much does it take to win?

Y/N: just whoever has the most.

CMK tipped $150,000

CMK: now take it the fuck down

Y/N: nobody else has entered yet.

CMK: nobody else up here has the money I have.

Y/N: if you’re not meeting with me, I ain’t takin it down.

CMK: god fucking dammit y/n. Tonight. 9pm. Text me the addy. I’ll have my driver pick you up.

True to his word, CMK had his driver pick you up an hour and a half before the time he had mentioned.

Your knee bounced, causing the black mini dress hugging your shapely thighs to ride up. You pulled it down absentmindedly.

You could count on one hand how many times you had been flown out by one of your fans. It certainly wasn’t a weekly occurrence for you the way it was for other models.

Fear and excitement fluttered in your stomach.

You wondered what the driver thought of you. Heading to this rich and powerful man’s house in the middle of the night.

You had tried to dress up as if you were going to be taken on a fancy date. Your hair styled, silver chandelier earrings dripping from your lobes to match the long silver necklace that dipped between your pushed up cleavage.

If the driver gave two shits, you at least hoped he thought you were going to get a nice meal before getting dicked down.

The community where CMK lived was on the outskirts of town; hidden in a forest of natural and manicured foliage. One could go literal miles between each home before they saw the next one.

You pressed your forehead against the window to take in the flora and fauna, manicured lawns, and huge mansions. So. Many. Styles. Of mansions!

“Here we are ma’am.” the driver announced.

He drove you up a looping, stone drive way that led to a very modern home that reminded you a bit of abstract art what with its odd angles, jutting sides, and square architecture.

The driver stepped out and opened your door. Once you were faced with the massive stairs and wooden doors before you, the song: Pretty Woman blared in your mind. You certainly felt that way.

Before you could knock, the door swung open revealing a pair of red eyes that were devouring your body head to toe.

“Oh my god...”

“Wasn’t expecting to hear that before I even touched you, beautiful.” He chuckled. His lips quirked into the cocky half smirk you’d grown familiar with from his interviews.

Was this real? Call me king was Ground Zero?!

“C-call me king?” You managed to stutter out pitifully.

“I would prefer to call you by your real name.” He joked. “Come in, beautiful.” He grabbed your hand gently and pulled you through the door.

You couldn’t even appreciate the high ceilings, polished wood floors, and tasteful stone wash colored furniture as you followed Ground Zero through the door.

He took leggy strides into the airy kitchen taking out a couple of glasses from a cupboard. You could only gawk.

He looked good as hell in his short sleeved denim button up shirt and ripped black jeans. His physique flexed under the well tailored clothes showing off the broad chest and bulging biceps you’d seen in the Nudes. His spiky Blonde hair looked soft and a bit damp.

“You wanna drink, beautiful?”

“I don’t accept drinks from new people in new environments.”

He looked up to shoot you a half smile. The usual mischief was missing from his red eyes, replaced with genuine affection.

“Of course you don’t. My (cam name.)”

“F/N,” you replied.

“Bout damn time you gave me a real name. Mine is Bakugo, babe.”

He strolled over with a glass of water for himself.

“So, f/n,” his ruby colored eyes darkened with a predatory gleam as he stepped right to your face. “Why don’t you have a seat? I promise the couch won’t bite.”

He brought a hand down to smack your round ass, making you jump.

“Can’t say the same for myself though.”

Licking your lips, you lowered yourself into the couch. Bakugo settled beside you so close the sides of your bodies touched. He draped an arm around your shoulder.

“I know you got a camsona and all, but damn, y/n, where’s my feisty little c/n? Huh? Lil Ms. Period!” His voice took on a lighter tone as he tried to imitate your twang.

The attempt earned him a giggle.

“Well excuse me, sir, but I wasn’t expecting the number two pro-hero in Japan to be my biggest fan.” You snapped back, playfully rolling your eyes. “Forgive me if I’m still wrapping my brain around it.”

“There’s that smart ass mouth I love so much.” He tucked your chin.

This close to him, you could feel his warm minty breath fanning against your lips. A familiar warmth was already growing between your legs.

Pulling away you asked: “Why me?”

“Hah?” His brows knit in confusion. “Fuck kinda question is that? What do you mean why you?”

“I mean, I’m a bad bitch or whatever, but I’m just...me and you’re...you.”

“Tch. You just answered your own damn question, dumb ass.” He tilted your face back towards him. You felt his other large hand roam the bare skin of your thigh and shivered.

“You’re a bad bitch. You don’t seem to forget that any other time, don’t fuckin’ forget it now, got that? Your confidence is what’s sexy about you.”

A smile tugged at your lips as heat flooded your cheeks.

“You know, when you’re not being a fuckin’ asshole, you can be pretty damn charming when you wanna be.”

“And when you’re not being a defiant little brat, you can be real fucking cute.”

A moan slipped from your glossy lips as his hand crept steadily up your thigh

“Please,” you leaned closer to him, “you love my brattiness.”

He scoffed, amused.

“I’ll show you just how much I like it.”

Without warning, Bakugo scooped you up. His large, rough hands dug into the soft flesh of your round ass as he straddled you on his lap.

Your wet, bare pussy pressed into his bulge as he stole a greedy kiss. Your gasp quickly morphed into a moan as desire burned in your core and flooded your entire body.

His tongue overtook your mouth effortlessly.

“No panties, huh, brat? I can feel you leaking through my jeans.”

“I hate panties,” you managed between kisses. “And bras.”

That little confession just inspired more arousal in Bakugo. He deposited you on the long couch and let his hot tongue snake along every sensitive bit of exposed flesh he could find. Goosebumps rose on your skin.

“Damn, beautiful,” he managed between kisses, “can’t wait to taste the rest of you.”

His bulge rubbed your aching clit deliciously.

You tugged his shirt up over his mess of blonde hair.

He grabbed the deep ‘V’ of your dress and ripped it open, drawing a gasp from you.

“Now we match.” He grinned

“You ass—“

“You’ll have a new outfit by tomorrow afternoon, now shut up.”

True to his word, Bakugo tasted every inch of you. He nibbled your ears making you shiver, licked your nipples making you hiss his name, and devoured your toes like blow pops.

Your body was trembling from sensory overload.

“God..” you moaned.

“You look like you want something, babe,” Bakugo smiled wickedly as he hovered above you. “What is it?”

“Eat me.”