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amaranthine-enihtnarama · 2 years

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Moon River (DBS Broly x Reader)

First Request! :00 This is a fluff piece, I’m just going with a human reader because that’s my m.o. Reader is gender neutral of course! Enjoy!

(Fluff; romantic tension; almost lovers, reader is happy for once, i mean it, i promise, not a lick of trauma in sight, cute and happy lil short)

Broly had enjoyed his voyage to earth immensely. He missed his home already, but it was worth it to spend eight months with (Y/N). He didn’t really have the word to describe what was different about them than his friends, but he knew something wasn’t the same—he liked his friends, but he didn’t have that same fondness for (Y/N), their ‘Captain’ as they lightheartedly titled themselves as. He felt…eager. Nervous. He always smiled whenever they talked to him, he could never stop himself from smiling—he really wished he could so Cheelai could stop teasing him for it. It was easier when the two were alone together.

They usually sat in a viewing room, (Y/N)’s favorite spot. He felt less self-conscious about his smiling because they smiled too, even though (Y/N) was all smiles and odd jokes. It was dark in the room, so he could stare at them without worrying about his friends leering at him strangely without telling him why. Lemo only told him he’d find out soon enough (whatever that meant). But that’s what made the viewing room so great. There was no confusion, no prying eyes, only him, (Y/N), and the vast universe they were flying through. They were usually tired from a long day of looking after the ship, and so they would tell him about it, and Broly would listen quietly as they rested on his shoulder, half awake. They’d told him the ship was their baby, which confused him at first, but (Y/N) quickly clarified that it just meant they loved it very much.

That was when he first learned the word’s true meaning; love. Cheelai had said it long ago about his father, but he didn’t know that love meant fondness, care, concern, protection. He knew now that he loved his friends as (Y/N) loved their ship and space. He knew he loved watching the stars with them, and learning how to play card games with everyone, and the little parties they spontaneously had where Lemo and (Y/N) would play a card game that they would have to pay Lemo for afterword, and he and Cheelai would watch in amusement as they begrudgingly handed the money over, and (Y/N) would come over to him, take his hand, and make him dance with them.

He wasn’t a good dancer, especially not when he was being watched, but (Y/N) made it easier by laughing off the teasing and being patient with his rigid movements. They never danced alone, but it felt like a secret was being passed between them: his hands practically swallowing their waist and hips, their head resting on his chest, the look and the soft smile and the way they would hold hands in the viewing room as they hummed the song softly while the stars whizzed past until they fell asleep. He knew it was special, he knew if they wanted it, Broly would happily sway with them in the break room all the way to Earth.

They were only a few weeks away from Earth, too. It made Broly nervous, not just from the new planet, but from the possibility that he and (Y/N) would never be so close again, and that he seemed to have less and less time to manage a way to tell them that he didn’t just want to be their friend. So that’s where he was now: sitting next to them in the viewing room between a rock and a hard place.

“You okay?”

Broly looked up from his hands and met their eyes. They were examining his face with a hint of worry; they always seemed a bit worried when he got too still.

“Bad memories?”

They put a hand on his arm, squeezing his tricep gently. He smiled.

“No, good ones.”

The worry melted into joy. “Oh? Of what?”

“Of the ship. Spending time with everyone, flying with you.”

They sat up a bit straighter with a hint of pride and smiled back. “Well, as a responsible Captain, I try to make the voyage as fun as possible.”

“You made it very fun.”

They laughed, rubbing the back of their neck. Broly admired the little crinkles that formed around their eyes.

“Well, thank you. I’m glad.”

They held his gaze with warmth in their eyes. “I’m glad I could make you happy.”

You always make me happy, he wanted to say. Even when you’re not trying.

The words stopped in his chest and clutched his heart. He was way too nervous to even consider saying that.

“Are you going to stay with us on Earth?”

“Nah, I got my own place.”

They reclined in their seat, folding their arms behind their head. “Gotta see my babies, take ‘em out to play, give them enough kisses to make up for a year without me.”

They gave Broly a wink. He frowned slightly in confusion.

“…More ships?”

They laughed again. “No, my pups. They’re my angels—scary lookin’ things but sweet. I found them without a mother when I went out in the forest a good few years back. They whined and whined until my ears almost fell off, so I gave them a bit of my meal every day, and then one night, they came whining at my tent, and I wrapped them up in a couple blankets and took ‘em home with me the next day.”

Broly’s smile only grew at the story. “That’s very kind of you.”

(Y/N) looked out at the stars, sighing dreamily. “There was no way I was going to leave babies like that all alone. Especially ones in need of a little kindness; a little love. That’s what I’ve always believed: it doesn’t cost a thing to be loving or kind. We could all use more of it, so why not share? It’s not like it’s expensive or anything.”

They propped their feet up with a sigh. Broly propped his feet up too as he kept watching the glow in their eyes as they told their story. The glow suddenly directed to him.

“Except those pups cost a fortune to feed. At least the sitter was free. Goku loves to spend time with them. I’m starting to worry they like him more than me.”

They chuckled, then yawned, eyes closing. “Oh they are gonna fuss, fuss, fuss when I get home…”

“Could I visit your home?”

One eye opened and peeked at him. A smile spread on their lips. “Come over whenever you want. You and your friends are always welcome.”

“What if…I wanted to come alone?”

Their eyebrows rose, and they smiled cheekily. “You coming onto me, big guy?”

Broly looked away and (Y/N) poked at his shoulder, leaning towards him.

“Hey, hey, I didn’t say it I didn’t like it,” they quickly added with a laugh, “I’m relieved, actually.”

Broly frowned, facing them again. “Relieved?”

“I’ve been coming onto you for like, three months straight! It’s nice to know I wasn’t being a bother.”

He took (Y/N)’s hand, a smile returning to his face. “You never bother me. I am always happy when you are with me.”

(Y/N) felt themselves blush, and looked down with a smile. “So am I, Broly. I like being with you.”

Their thumb massaged the back of his hand, and Broly felt his heart leap.

“As much as you like being with your ship?”

(Y/N) beamed at him, smoothly closing the space between them. “You’re not jealous of little Rosie, are you?”

“No.”

He meant that truthfully—the only time he didn’t smile watching them fawn over their ship was when (Y/N) lovingly caressed something they just repaired, giving it soothing words as if the ship needed to be comforted. That, he found a bit strange.

“Good, you don’t need to be. After all…”

(Y/N)’s eyes suddenly shifted down onto his mouth, leaving Broly nervous and confused as they smiled, leaning in closer, placing their other hand delicately on his chest. They closed their eyes, so he followed suit, and his eyebrows rose when he felt their lips on his. It was strange, but oddly pleasant—their lips were soft against his, and the feeling of their bodies against each other’s was euphoric. He wrapped his arm around them to pull them closer. They laughed, pressing their lips on his forehead, then his cheek. It felt nice. It felt like love.

(Y/N) sighed breezily, eyes alight with adoration as they took in his face, then caressed his hair. Broly closed his eyes again with a low hum, leaning into their hand. They smiled at his gentle ease as their ran their fingers through his hair, heart swelling with joy at the feeling of being in his arms. It was finally as it should’ve been; just them together, with no one to bother them, only the stars to cradle them as they rested in their own little universe. They let out another quiet sigh.

“Rosie isn’t half as sweet as you.”

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ovaruling · 20 days

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well. the 400lb horizontal leg press toe raises, which took 5 sets of 15 to reach failure, are making themselves known this morning in my calves.

but it was so worth it. this bodes well for improving my calves’ and ankles’ fast twitch quality for jumping and helping increase my vertical jump from 24” to 30” one day. my goal is to increase to a 600lb load for toe raises over time and see how that impacts my jumping alongside my regular plyometric work

both my wide- and narrow-grip lat pulldowns are steady at 85lb for 3 sets of 12.

cable tricep extensions are holding at 35lb i think? i was doing a dropset and i didn’t rly pay much attention tbh. i’d really love to see these get to 50-60lb in the upcoming months

assisted pull-up is currently 60% of my bodyweight. getting notably better on that

uhhh what else. dumbbell lateral raises are at 20lb per dumbbell, 15lb each for back off weight reps

dumbbell RDLs at 45lb per dumbbell

max deadlift 200lb, max front squat 155lb, max back squat 155lb, max power clean 105lb, max strict press 85lb, max bench 90lb

end captains log

#fitness updates

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carmenlire · 1 year

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Tempered Blade

yeong was raised to be the unbreakable sword since the age of four, right? He started training since before he knew what it all would entail-- and then he went into the naval academy right? As someone expected to be the king’s guard one day, he did stints in several different areas, including extensive special ops training. A lot of what’s taught is only spoken of in vague murmurs and yeong’s never mentioned that a few of his scars aren’t from missions or childhood foibles.

I can’t get the idea of yeong undergoing special training one week when he’s-- 18? 19? He’s read all the material on how to stop himself from spilling state secrets. He’s read POW testimony so he has some idea of what to expect when the beatings start. Still, it’s just his luck that Gon decided to visit that weekend, not knowing that Yeong’s latest tribulation is interrogation and torture, another layer of iron being forged into the fire that will make yeong the unbreakable sword he swore to become.

Imagining Gon, visiting his best friend. His plans for the next two days consist of nothing but ribbing Yeong about his crush-- surely he’ll be crushing on one of the pretty cadets in his class-- and letting yeong lead him around and show him the ropes (like he wasn’t in the academy just a few years prior).

Gon, asking where Yeong is. Gon, being told that Cadet Jo is unavailable and will be until further notice. Gon, as king, getting that haughty undertone that makes the person in his crosshairs realize exactly who they’re talking to. Gon, being told that Yeong is in the middle of an assignment that can’t be interrupted. Gon, demanding to be taken to Yeong, as a tendril of foreboding curls up his spine at the way none of the officers manage to look him in the eye.

The room yeong’s in is in the bowels of one of the academy’s oldest buildings. Three walls are impenetrable cinder block while the fourth is a two way mirror. When gon walks into the observation room, it takes everything he has to choke down the command to release him, the order to behead every single person responsible for the sight before him.

Keeping still, wrenching his implacable mask into place, is the hardest thing he’s had to do in fifteen years.

Because there’s his best friend, his yeong, but he’s barely recognizable. He’s sitting in a chair in the middle of the room, head hanging low to rest against his sternum. His hair’s hanging over his forehead in a way that thirteen year old Yeong had declared as too unprofessional for the future captain of the king’s guard. Gon is studying him so closely that he sees a drop of sweat slide down the edge of his jaw, spilling onto his chest.

Gon bites his lip viciously enough to taste blood. The sight of Yeong’s chest makes Gon’s own ache in tandem.

Yeong is shirtless, wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs. His abdomen is covered in bruising purple. There are angry welts over his heart, lacerations down his sides.

His feet are bare on the concrete floor, tendons standing out starkly. His hands are tied together behind the back of the chair, the cut of his triceps almost obscene in the fluorescent light.

From here, Gon’s eyes trace the way Yeong’s breathing. It looks painful, each inhale a rattling labor of need.

Each exhale forfeited like it’s all he has left to give.

There’s an officer standing to the side, wearing a pair of black latex gloves with a face mask to match. The dull sheen of fresh blood catches the harsh light from above. His voice is detached, dispassionate as he asks, “Where’s his Majesty? All I need is a street address, anything.”

The tableau stills for a brief moment and Gon holds his breath. He has no idea how long this has been going on-- hours? days?-- and in that moment, half of him just wants yeong to give up, to break.

The other half always knew that wouldn’t happen, though.

Yeong’s back is a languid slouch in the chair. Slowly, he raises his head and Gon’s breath catches for the second time in as many minutes.

There’s a cut high on Yeong’s cheekbone, one of his eyes bruised almost black. His lip is split, a smear of rusted blood just under where Gon knows a dimple peeks out when his best friend deigns laugh at one of his terrible jokes.

It happens almost in slow motion and Gon’s eyes eagerly study yeong’s mouth-- the way the smile tilts up at the corner, scornful in its daring. Gon’s gaze catches, rapturous, on the way the corner of yeong’s eyes crinkle just the faintest bit, more impression than anything else.

Even from here, the look in his eye would stay lesser men.

Yeong raises his eyes to meet the professor cum interrogator. His smile widens just enough to antagonize. “Fuck you.”

It’s the voice that stills Gon even further. It’s hoarse, a rough edge to it like he’s never heard before. The words seem wrenched from some deep cavern in his chest, behind his ribs, somewhere no one’s been allowed before.

Most of Gon is appalled. Still. He won’t ever admit it but he finds it undeniably attractive and it makes something ugly in him preen-- the insouciance, the sincerity, the sheer strength his best friend possesses.

Before the last syllable falls to the floor between them, the officer’s hauling his fist back for one hell of a right hook. The shock of it reverberates up Gon’s own vertebrae, one by one and this time, it’s darkness coming up to wrap around his lungs to squeeze hard.

He known for years that Yeong will suffer for him, because of him-- but to see anyone hurt his best friend, his Yeong, makes a piece of Gon absolutely wild with fury, with the need to retaliate, swift and sure.

Head snapping to the side with the force of the punch, everything’s silent for a moment, everyone waiting to see what Yeong will do next.

For his part, Yeong just takes his time facing forward again. He looks down and if Gon didn’t know better he might just label his posture defeated. Pride surges though him, though, because he knows Yeong better than anyone else in the world.

Yeong’s mouth drops open. Gon’s eyes don’t catch on the fullness of his lower lip, bloodied and bitten raw-- don’t linger on the dull shine of his teeth, the way Yeong’s tongue darts out and doesn’t flinch at what must be the taste of sharp copper.

Instead, he watches calmly with the other officers as Yeong suddenly breathes in sharply through clenched teeth before spitting right between his interrogator’s boots. It’s more blood than saliva.

The officer wrenches Yeong’s head back with a hand fisted in sweat-soaked locks.

Yeong is calm as his eyes meet the officer’s. There’s nothing amused about his expression now.

So quiet that Gon catches himself leaning closer to hear, Yeong says, “I’m going to kill you.”

The officer raises a brow but doesn’t get a chance to speak before Yeong continues, still deadly calm, “And I swear to God, you’ll kill me before you touch a hair on his majesty’s fucking head.”

In the observation room, all of the witnessing officer’s breath a quiet sigh of relief. The interrogator, for his part, just sarcastically pats Yeong’s cheek a few times hard enough to sting. “We’ll see about that, won’t we?”

The interrogator leaves the room without a backwards glance.

Gon studies Yeong, now that he’s alone in the stark room. There’s something beautiful about the sight before him but Gon knows he can’t let himself tread those waters, not right now and maybe not ever.

The interrogating officer steps into the observation room a few moments later, taking his mask off to reveal a proud smile. “Jo sure is exceeding our expectations, isn’t he?”

When there’s not an immediate response, he looks over just to pale at the sight of Gon.

Gon doesn’t have to clear his throat but it’s a near thing when he finally breaks the tense silence in the observation room. “How long has this been going on?”

The officer next to him– Lieutenant Jung– keeps a measured voice as he replies, “Jo is on day four. For the first trial, we allow up to seven days. If Jo is still in play by the end of one week, we end the exercise and he’s moved into recovery.”

A second officer clears his throat before adding, “First timers usually last less than three days. Cadet Jo is one of the toughest men I’ve had the honor of training, Your Majesty.”

There’s a lot of things that Gon wants to say to that. How dare you tops the list. A close second is by King’s order, end this at once. A distant third is I knew Yeong would make me proud.

All he asks instead is, “How long is recovery?”

The interrogator rocks back on his heels in an uncharacteristic display of unease. “It looks like Jo might make it the full seven days. With that amount of dehydration, malnutrition, and wound infliction we estimate three weeks, Your Majesty.”

Bringing his hands behind his back, Gon squeezes them into fists so tight his palms sting. He feels the ache of it in his wrists.

He nods once. “I’ll leave it to you, then.”

His voice remains level. This is what he signed Yeong up for all those years ago, Gon thinks with vicious self disgust.

It’s terrifying realizing just how a child’s promise has become a man’s burden. It’s exhilarating knowing that he made the best decision back then. The only decision, really. Yeong’s never let him down and Gon knows there’s not a single universe in existence where that’s even possible.

It’s humbling to see with his own eyes, in such a visceral way, that Yeong has not only stood by his choice from all those years ago but has gone on to renew that oath every day, every minute he suffers for the sake of a mere mortal.

For him. Not the king but Lee Gon, the man behind the kingdom.

That kind of devotion is awe inspiring. Gon promises himself to never take it for granted, to never forget for a moment the breadth of trust and fealty that Yeong carries for him.

It takes every ounce of strength not to call a halt to the exercise, not to sweep into the room and take Yeong into his arms and carry him to the nearest physician. There’s a part of Gon that’s surprised he manages to stop himself.

In the way that an eight year old knew how to calm a child, however, a king knows when to step back.

When the one thing he wants is– and will remain– out of his reach.

With a child’s negligence, he placed Yeong on this path. With a king’s stratagem, he resigns them both to shouldering yet one more weight in the name of their friendship, for the sake of the crown.

Gon affords himself one last look through the glass, at a Yeong who looks beaten but not broken.

A man, stark in his devotion, overwhelming in his fortitude.

Gon ignores the others in the room. He raises a hand to the mirrored glass, feels the echo of warmth along his palm.

Allowing himself just a moment, Gon turns to the door faster than he’d like. Hand on the knob, he hesitates before opening it. His voice is soft as he says, “I trust in your discretion, gentlemen.”

He doesn’t wait for an answer. Gon leaves the room without a backwards glance. He strides down the corridor, back to his motorcade– all without a single word. His guards stay silent, knowing what their king just witnessed.

Three weeks and three days later, the palace gets a call.

The messenger is patched through to Gon’s personal line. Gon doesn’t say anything when he picks up and the voice on the other end doesn’t wait for him to start.

“Jo is out of recovery. Minimal scarring expected and preliminary psychological evaluation passed. Next trial will be twenty-one days. It is scheduled for the end of the year.”

Gone hangs up first. He never says a word to Yeong about it.

Years later– once Yeong has left his position as Captain of the Royal Guard in favor of a promotion, as Gon likes to tease– Gon will finally take the opportunity to kiss the delicate arch of a scar along Yeong’s cheekbone, will press lips honeyed with veneration over a jagged line along his husband’s thigh.

The price of reverence is a king’s ransom. Gon happily spends his days with the knowledge that he’ll never be able to clear himself of this most profound debt. Still, he promises himself for the thousandth time, kneeling before Yeong, that he’ll make sure they both enjoy him trying.

#listen i don't know what possessed me #i literally thought i'd just write a little paragraph about gon finding yeong during yeong's academy years #but then before i knew it? i was writing like a whole fic?#i'm not sure if i should post this to ao3 #especially since the first part is more descriptive/meta you know #ahhh they make me crazy #i hope if anyone reads this they enjoy it!#i live for yeong demonstrating the depth of his love and devotion to gon #without hesitation without holding back #and gon being struck by it every time #and promising himself to never let it be for nothing #also this is pre relationship obvi #though we get the hints at the end!!!!!#and i hope yall liked the hints that they totally end up together!#ahh #the king eternal monarch #tkem fic #tkem #lee gon x jo yeong #my writing #tempered blade #content warnings for violence?

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esnyshire · 1 year

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amateur PT. 2

summary: In part two of amateur, Love visits Harry at the pool again. This time she gets a front row seat to some self-gratification.

warning: some humiliation, masturbation, public sexual conduct, and voyeurism, this was lightly edited

wc: 2.8k

♫ Bam Bam by Sister Nancy

There was no chance in making it to the pool early today, my dance coach called for an emergency team meeting. Something about a co-captain breaking her leg. Which called for a whole new formation for our choreography. I try not disappoint anyone in my life, and although dance is my life I still felt guilty for leaving Harry hanging. In order to make everyone happy I decided to invite a couple of dance friends to the pool, and by a couple I mean the whole dance class.

A big stereo follows behind me blasting music so loud I feel the floor tremble every step I take. The pool is usually filled with neighboring residents, so seeing a groups of strangers enter gets them staring.

"Ladies." I make my presence known. My friends crowd around me at the empty picnic table. Everyone settles in and i scope the area for the one person I've been thinking about since I left the pool the other day, my lifeguard. Except when I look, the chair is empty. He's not here.

It's silly of me to be so excited to see Harry, but this is the most fun I've had in a while and seeing him for a second day in a row doesn't sound too bad.

"Harry's on break, babygirl." The use of his name directs me to behind me. She's alone.

"What makes you think I'm looking for him, ma'am?"

"Ma'am? Oh baby cut the shit, I saw you leave with him out that locker yesterday." She points to the lockers and chuckles.

I look over and see a sign hung on the door that says 'on lunch'.

I swallow my pride and apologize "I'm sorry for lying, I just don't want anyone to know."

"I don't see why, but no worries darlin'." She chews her gum loudly, silently judging me. She even snickers at me as she reads her magazine. I thank her and make my way to the lockers.

When i open the door and focus on his back in the corner of the room, goosebumps erupt on my skin and my cheeks flare up from the heat. His beautiful skin is a shade darker from when I last saw him. I find myself dazed in his looks. What throws me off the most is his hand, gripping the wall above his head. Heavy, uncontrolled breathing catches my ear. His soft moans are music to my ears. His tricep is shaking violently and his head slowly falls back. My eyes scour his body and land on the band of his trunks that are pulled down slightly. Just enough to show the top of his ass crack.

My stomach flips at the thought of him choosing such a public area to do this in. He doesn't seem like the type to do something like this, where he can easily get caught. I can only hope that what happened yesterday between us, has given him enough courage to want to try new things.

I can teach him a lot. He wouldn't know what to do with all the information I could give to him. How to touch a woman the proper way, to listen and pick up on what they like or dislike. How rough he should be. Just how good it feels to be soft with someone, and sexy when needed. My imagination of the endless possibilities are interrupted, the softest of moans I've ever heard leaves his pretty lips. It's over before it starts and he sounds so salacious my palms begin to sweat.

My thighs squeeze together from arousal. I feel my breathing become shallow as I watch him touch himself, unaware that I'm in the locker room with him.

A moan sneaks it's way up my throat as I witness his hand violently stroke his dick, he buckles under the pleasure. He immediately tucks himself back into his pants and pushes himself off the wall. His face is red and the sweat from his hard work is evident on his forehead. Loose strands of hair stick to his skin, he may have concealed himself but his heavy breathing is a dead giveaway.

I've had my fair share of both men and woman, but Harry is simply the most beautiful man I've ever seen. My body screams for him to touch me.

He visibly relaxes when he sees it's just me. I'm no better than a man cause for the first time since entering I see Harry in his whole glory and choke on my spit when I see the bulge in his pants. He's so hard you can see it throbbing through his trunks. I don't think my legs can clench anymore harder than they already are.

Fuck, I love those swimming trunks.

"Don't stop now, I was just starting to enjoy the show,"

"I- I was just-" I smile at him as he stumbles over his words.

"Keep going," I encourage him.

His eyes widen at my request, not expecting me to ask him to touch himself again. "What?"

I lift my chin at him. "Go on."

He hesitates, but eventually he brings his hand to his chest, his palm covers majority of his moth tattoo. My mouth waters at the idea of him performing self-gratification. He begins his voyage to the spot I'm dying for him touch. His teases the elastic of his trunks, finding the courage to continue. I inhale sharply when he does, not realizing I was holding my breath in the first place. He lowers them and his cock springs out, hitting him on his stomach.

The head of his cock is a deep pink, the same color as his lips. He's swollen and crying out for help, oozing with pre-cum. My nails dig so hard into my palms, I might break skin. I grab my clothes, i need to ground myself. I'm open to try anything just so I don't pass the fuck out. He takes hold of himself and begins to stroke at a speed so slow, I feel my ears start to ring from the pressure in my head. His eyes are low and glossed over with a look of pure lust. I'm fully dressed but I feel completely naked. The way he's looking at me, I feel like I should be naked.

Then an idea pops into my mind. The only thing harder than standing while masturbating is speaking. So, I begin my interrogation.

"Why are you touching yourself at work?"

His eyebrows scrunch and his nose crinkles as the question leaves my lips. He doesn't answer so I continue my parade of questions.

"Did something rile you up? You just couldn't wait to take care of yourself after work?" I focus on his face as I ask my question, to see if he tells the truth or not.

He nods to my questions. I smirk. "You know that's not what I want." I quirk my eyebrows at him, putting my hands on my hips. "I want you to use your words for me."

I don't have it in me to just stand here and not do anything anymore. He keeps stroking himself as his eyelids flutter close, excitement and anger coil in my stomach as he ignores my question.

"Use your damn words." The venom in my voice grabs his attention.

"Yes, oh god yes I couldn't hold out any longer."

"Was it someone at the pool?" I don't want to think of someone else making him feel the way I do. I look away, embarrassed that if his answer is yes I'll be crushed.

"W- What? No," He stops touching himself to answer my question. "Are you jealous?"

My head whips back up to look at him. He has a smirk on his face, it's obvious I've piqued his interest with this conversation.

"If I was, so what," I state harshly. I don't like where this is going.

"That's so hot." He whispers under his breath, giving my body a once-over. I suddenly get a wave of shyness that washes over me and I begin to blush, heat creeping up on my face.

I ignore his statement. "What was it then?"

"You," His hand begins to pick back up speed, roughly stroking his dick. I was the reason why he's so worked up. I feel bold enough that I might strip right now and fuck him against the lockers.

"I can't stop thinking about you on your knees." His words have my legs clenching against each other. I bring my hands to my hair and comb through my curls, trying to calm myself down. I'm so excited i don't think I can form sentences. The room feels cloudy, I can't handle it anymore.

"I'm gonna change in here if that's okay with you." I take my bag from my shoulder and sift through it. He stops stroking and looks at my bag and back to my face.

"Nobody told you to stop," I set my bag down next to my feet. I place my bathing suit on top of my bag. He nods his head and picks back up where he left off. I slowly lift my shirt above my head and tossing it to the side.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Love." He moans. I've barely pulled my pants halfway down my ass when I stop in my tracks. The way my name rolls off his tongue sparks a fire in my stomach I haven't felt in a while.

A smile forms on my lips as I twist around and push my pants down so he can get a view of my bare behind. Wearing a thong was the best idea.

"What my name, pretty boy?" I say as my pants slide down my legs, landing around my ankles.

"Love, I'm close Love." It's like he knows I don't want him to come just yet. He's breathless and holding on just for me. I want to suck the soul out of this man.

"Don't cum until I'm done getting dressed," I unhook my bra with one hand and step out my pants. I'm standing across the locker room, in front of Harry in just a thong. The room is hot and our breathing is erratic. My legs are weak and I'm sure his are worse than mine, but that doesn't stop him from his frantic hand movements. If I open my legs i know I'll see a trail of my cum down the inside of my thighs from how worked up he's gotten me. I've only been watching him touch himself for less than ten minutes and I'm already a wet mess.

"You missed me, baby?" I tease.

"Yes." I turn back around to throw my bra in his direction.

"Yes, what?" My breath is shallow as I speak. He grunts in frustration.

"Love, please. I can't take it anymore." He moans each word.

I slip my thong down, not breaking eye contact with Harry as I glide my hands seductively down my legs. I take my time putting on each piece and tying each knot. I touch and tickle my way up and down my body as I watch him lose himself across the room. When the last piece of fabric leaves my fingers with a hard snap to my hip, his body curled into itself and he shivers in pleasure. I finally let the words I know he's ready to beg for leave my lips.

"Come for me Harry, you're such a good boy for waiting for me." My voice is soft and strained from the constant throbbing in between my legs. I could cry from how intense it feels.

His entire body trembles from his orgasm, giving him a full-body workout. His knees buckle and his jaw drops in pleasure.

"Look at me," I demand.

The cum from his orgasm falls to the floor inches away from his bare feet. It's when he connects his eyes with mine that he lets out a beautiful sound, a mix between a greedy moan and a cry for help. I give in to my need to kiss him and notice his eyes start to water. I rush to his corner of the room and crash my lips to his. It's hard and rushed, the familiar taste of sunscreen makes me smile into the kiss. I've missing the way his lips taste even as I kiss him at this moment. I never want it to end.

He wraps his arm around my body and lifts me, standing up straight. He squeezes me, cutting off airflow. I moan into his mouth as I feel his dick rub on my pussy through my bikini. He chuckles as he breaks the kiss.

My legs dangle, he still hasn't let me down. Our noses touch, and his warm breath is fanning over my lips as he speaks. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for you."

"Sorry to keep you waiting, I was going to come earlier but I had an emergency," I'm just happy to know I wasn't the only one waiting to see the other.

"That's not what I meant, but better late than never." He sets me down on my feet, towering over my body. His stare is intense and inviting, I want to lock him in my room and never let him leave. He's just so delicious to look at.

I smile at his double meaning, "I brought some friends with me, didn't really want to sit with your fans today." I smirk at him.

"Please don't remind me, they've been asking me all day if I have a girlfriend." His cheeks flush a shade of pink I can only describe as the sweetest taffy pink.

"Yeah? And what did you say?" I lift my right hand to touch his nipple, rubbing and pinching lightly.

"Mm I said I like this curly-headed blonde girl," Me asking him how the conversation went is my jealousy getting in the way. My chest shakes with anger that they decided to talk to him only after I spoke to him. Before this they would just sit, watch Harry and gossip about people from the neighborhood. "I told them, her name was Amor." He rolls the r in my name with emphasis.

I get distracted when he says my name, now he's saying it in Spanish? Dear God save me. I love it.

"I want you to put my stuff in your locker, gives me a reason to see you after your shift." I don't give him the option to say no. I need to see him away from everyone and not in some locker room.

"Okay."

"Okay, what?" I smile at him, knowing he'll give me what I want.

"Okay, Love." I grab his face and give him a quick peck to the lips and hand him my bag

I grab his chin and sneak a quick kiss. "I'll see you outside."

I make my way back to the pool and hear one of my fav grove songs we dance to to warm up at practice is playing. From my peripheral vision, I see Harry take his seat. I'm swiftly grabbed by my dance partner, he moves my hips with his hands as my body rolls with his. Spinning and grinding I lose myself in the music, enjoying every movement. He twirls me around and brings me back into his body, controlling where my body goes. He's holding my body so close to his I can smell his cologne.

He loosens his grip and lifts me up, finishing the dance. We laugh and cheer talking amongst our crew. When my eyes meet my lifeguard the smile I had on quickly leaves when I take in an angry face. His jaw is clenched and his nostrils are flared. He does nothing to hide his distaste for what just happened. I wouldn't say I'm scared or feel guilty. If anything, it turns me on. He's always so shy and quiet, seeing him so angry makes me want to act out even more now.

I'll explain that it's nothing more than years of friendship and trust from being dance partners. I leave my friends and do the only thing I know that will get him to smile. I can't stop the smirk that is plastered on my face, déjà vu hitting me like a ton of bricks as I walk around the pool.

I finally see the white wood of the chair. I tap the ankle of the beautiful lifeguard I've enjoyed in more ways than one, his eyes are already on me when I look for his, and a giggle escapes my lips before I can even get the words to form in my mouth.

"Harry?" Hopefully he'll catch on.

"Yes?" Irritation is laced in his voice. I only smile harder.

"Would you like to swim with me? A race perhaps?" My eyebrows lift as I squeak out the last of my sentence.

His face changes, all anger subsiding. He examines my face before a toothless smile appears on his face. Then a full-on smirk graces his beautifully aged face. "Of course, Love."

#harry styles #harry #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fic #harry styles blurb #harry styles sub #subrry #harry styles rec #harry styles fan fic #esnyshire

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eisiramdeus · 1 year

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F1LLGRAVES, IN HIS LETTERS TO THE CAPTAIN [ LOVE ]: sender tells receiver they love them during.

✯ AMARILLO BY EVENING, IN GRAVES' SUSPICIOUSLY HUMBLE HOME OUT WEST. UNASSUMING CASTLE OF A MAN WHO WISHED FOR A FORTRESS BUT COULD'VE COMMISSIONED A PALACE. IN FAIR AMARILLO WHERE WE LAY TOGETHER, RETREAT FOR THE DAY...

Date night coming to an end with Phillip, his silver jewelry on the simple wood IKEA nightstand, cool tones choice of shirt strewn, fell on the hardwood floor not too far from Alex's own navy blue and white plaid. MOON'S OUT, SUN UNDER YOU. They had a lovely evening at the cowboy bar, as they're known for, work up a little sweat under the shitty red and blue stage lights illuminating the dance floor. Give it their fucking all (and the crowd goes wild) to express a uniquely humble but passionate appreciation for life, culture, just another day, felt hats, hard work, and you. It's a lot, I know, but dancing seemingly became their thing and it unites them, intimately. Every dance a little closer. The way real men talk with their fists, but open-handed, open-hearted, hands on your shoulder, hands on your lower back. A way they communicate and say I love you to the sound of country without words. Lovely evening that concludes with them saying I love you physically, now.

Under the covers to their waist, a spare pillow underneath Alex's aging marksman's lower back, like a Hollywood star—gracefully aging, whiskey in the barrel. Legs, hang 'em high, folded up and supported at the thighs held by Graves' waist, who was positioned between them. Towering over Alex, Phillip's hands making their stand just under Alex's arms, holding himself up on the mattress. Men face to face, sharing looks, yes, but really, the desire behind his eyes. Alex's hands on Graves' right shoulder, caressing his back, the other on Graves' left triceps, firm squeeze, holding on for his life. NOWHERE TO RUN, NOWHERE TO HIDE, neck red flush with blood & heat, throat never shy from being so bare as head tilts back with pleasure, singing loud, shameless moans drawn out. In truth, that seemingly innocent pillow for back support also angled his ass up higher, made it so Graves' tip rang him just right on entry, a reaction drawn at every thrust, sometimes more than others, give or take a door kicker's accuracy breaching the back door, but Alex was sure to let him know quantitatively by how loud he moans out, how high his lips curl up in his grin, eyes squeezing shut and tightening in the moment.

He's delirious in his smile, silly and giggly as can be, little laughs during sex, taken and content. This was love made easy, given gentle, earned honestly. Nothing to lose, just loving open-heartedly, inhibition out the window, vulnerable and available. Right hand on Graves' shoulder slides to the back of his neck with yet another exhale and twitch from Alex, short-nailed, harmlessly gripping and digging skin-to-skin as he can. Eyes open slowly, almost dramatically, but they're Texas sky blue as the day you met them; brows raise up at Graves over him, before exercising that abdominal core he's not lost his touch with and lifting his upper body, lips fit into Graves' and steal such a short but sweet kiss out of him. It's not long before he falls back into the bed, head onto his heated up pillow, a little sweaty from his hair, but he's the image of happiness, content, & butterflies, grinning all dumb, his hands slipping off Graves and both resting above his head, crossing under the pillow. He chuckles feverishly, drunk in love, mad, even, with low almost-closing eyes fantasizing that scar across his right cheek. I love you, or so he's heard just now in this moment. Or so he's heard. Breath quickens, eyes widen in... well, 'surprise' is such a dirty word. He's not surprised Phillip loves him—he knows, but he's surprised to hear. Does that make sense? Say no. Let him be senseless, struck, and delirious—the tricks of the mind (and prostate) deceiving him. ❝Wh—❞ He heard that right, he knows he did, it's just reflex to ask what. Cast iron pan to the fucking face, really. ❝...❞ A fleeting urge to de-escalate the situation by cracking a joke. Fleeting, because smiling lips betray him first, and his wanting eyes second. Now this hits the spot, really. ❝I love ya. Oh, haha... fuck, I love ya.❞ He says it a little louder the second time around.

@f1llgraves

#𝐈. IN CHARACTER.#𝐗𝐈. VERSE. MODERN.#suggestive /#f1llgraves #this is one is actually kinda wholesome so don't look away

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the-empr3ss · 1 year

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SOME FINAL FANTASY 7 CLOUD STRIFE STUFF

Maple. She was the towns new hot shot. The one who had taken Cloud’s place at the most monsters killed. Her hair was the color of Platinum, with her eyes being a fiery Yellow.She wore something similar to clouds clothes, but the navy blue turtleneck she wore was tattered and very much worn. She had two blades, both looking like the blades of chaos in Sparta. When unsheathed, these blades would ignite in a color so Golden that it looked like the veins of a god. These blades were connected to each other by a chain. These weapons were held on her belt/harness near her(rather slutty) small waist. She looked hardened because of the scars decorating her arms and her legs. She wore a pair of leather gloves that stretched to the middle of her tricep. Also similarly to cloud, she wore navy blue parachute pants. But enough detailing her, let’s move on to the story.

She had glanced around before checking that these were the right people. ‘they already have a SOLDIER with them. Why would they possibly need my help?’ She thought. She had stepped out of the shadows, alerting the people who had paid for her services. ‘’ You paid for me? ‘’ she said, her voice showing no interest in the people around her. ‘’ Princess finally decided to show up.’’ Said a large, burley, black man. ‘’ Well aren’t you pretty!’’ Said a female with brown eyes and brown hair. ‘’ Hmmph.’’ Huffed a rather uninterested Cloud Strife. “ well aren’t you all a joy to have.” She muttered, looking at a chubby male, smiling gently. “ sorry Maple. They are always like this. But atleast we have you on our team next to Cloud here! With you two on our team, we will be unstoppable-“ Wedge tried to say but was cut off by Cloud and Maple. “ not interested.” “ uh well…” wedge tried again, but maple just looked at him with gaze hardening quickly. He shut his trap fast. She looked over at cloud with sudden interest, her eyes betraying curiosity. “So, Cloud Strife, were you always a merc or were you training in a different job title when you got transferred to another platoon?” She asked, her hand grazing over his slightly. He looked down at her hand before answering her. “ no, I’ve always been training to be a Merc.” “I had been training to be a general in the army, but got put in assassin training. I broke out and almost killed my operation captain.” She said, her eyes clouded with something. “ enough chit chat you two. It’s time for reactor explosions. “

AND THAT WRAPS UP PART ONE OF MY CLOUD X OC FIC ( I want sleep so bad)

#LARD THIS TOOK ME SO LONG IM TIRED

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fabseg-reader · 7 months

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Special 100 subscribers

I've finally completed the 100 subscribers special fanart.

In this draft, I inserted some of fictional characters I consider as my favourites.

From left to right: Spider-Gwen (Spiderman franchise), Dom Toretto (Fast ans Furious), the T-800 (Terminator), Lila Rossi Cerise (Miraculous Ladybug/ML), Nooroo (ML), Marinette (ML), Tikki (ML), Adrien (ML), Plagg (ML), Tinky Winkynos thé Mad Teletubby (parody homage character based on Tinky Winky from Teletubbies), Karate Girl (original character) and Captain Triceps (original character too).

Bonus:

Cerise is surprises to see some familiar guests (especially the Terminator)

The reason why she is worried is below (Flashback):

From this post

The Mad Teletubby is at the party too (bad memories for Cerise):

From this post

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m0tiv8me · 4 years

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Why put your goals off until tomorrow when they can be that much closer to being reached today?

#goals #make it happen #just do it #progress #inspiration #muscles #triceps #lifting #me #arms #m0tiv8me #flex #captain america

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biggest-stupidhead · 3 years

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Can I ask for an request where Levi is a soldier who is pointed to protect a royal person. Then he fell in love with her active attitude, smart brain and support to the scout

AN: This took me so long. I deleted it like three times on accident so this is as good as its going to get 😂. do let me know though if I misspelled anything I didn't skim over it sooooo YOLO.

Summary: Levi is asked to attend the summer gala with !princess reader.

Word Count: 2.8 K

Warnings: mentions of Levi's scarring, some cussing? I think? that's about it

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Levi's hand trembled as he ran the fine toothed comb through his damp hair. He scowled back at his own reflection, eyes avoiding the pink scars that marred his skin. It had been nearly a year since he had been discharged from the military due to his injuries. At first he had struggled to find a routine, having been in the military for more than half of his life, it was a huge loss.

His hand jerked unexpectedly and the comb pulled through a knot in his hair painfully. He clicked his tongue and dropped the comb, gripping the edges of the sink to steady himself.

How pathetic.

There was a time when he could complete these tasks with no problem. But now his body seemed to be failing him, if he stood for too long his joints protested, he struggled to hold a pen due to his lack of fingers. He also wore an eyepatch to cover his milky right eye and some of the scars that covered the right side of his face.

Normally Hange would help him get ready, they were the only person he could stomach seeing him this way. But Hange was busy, they had meetings all morning. So Levi was left on his own, and he managed as well as he could. Although it took him double the amount of time it usually took, he still did it.

He grabbed his cane on his way out of his humble apartment, the carriage was waiting for him outside. In the carriage was the last person he wished to see, Zeke Jaeger. His glasses glinted in the sunlight as the coachman held the door for Levi who sat as far away from the war chief as possible.

Zeke blew out a puff of smoke, which swirled around in the small space. Levi's lip curled into a sneer, and Zeke smirked pleased to rouse a reaction from the retired Captain.

"Big day today eh Levi?" He spoke around his cigarette and Levi rolled his eyes.

"I suppose." He agreed, eyes never leaving the man.

That was about the only words exchanged between the two, the ride was thankfully short. The carriage arrived to the castle just after noon, the coachmen opened the door for Levi and Zeke. The sunlight was bright and made Levi squint, it didn't help that the castle seemed to glow as the sun bounced off of it.

"This way old friend." Zeke instructed and Levi followed begrudgingly, Zeke led Levi through the halls and into a large ball room. The castle staff was scurrying about, carrying massive bouquets of flowers and other decorations in preparation for the summer gala. Levi had attended this very event many times over his career, but he had not intended on joining in this year. Zeke paused a few feet away from Erwin, who was standing before a young woman Levi had met a handful of times. You had aged in the past two years that he hadn't seen you, although you weren't any taller, he could see the age on your face. Much as he assumed you could see in his, you also carried yourself more confidently, shoulders back, chin up.

Erwin paused and turned to greet the two men, who both saluted him and you.

"Captain, how nice to see you." You hummed, a pleased glint in your eyes as you curtsied, much to his surprise.

"You as well Zeke." You seemed less excited to see the war chief.

"Princess, you look lovely." Zeke closed the distance between the two of you, taking your hand a bit too eagerly and bringing it to his lips. You smiled a bit tersely, but allowed it.

"Ah, and you look...as hairy as the last time we met." Your jab threw Levi off, but Erwin seemed to have expected the exchange. Zeke laughed heartily and pulled back.

"Such a sharp tongue on you princess." He chuckled and you shrugged, a smug grin on those lips of yours.

"You make it easy."

"Princess, you are aware that Levi is to accompany you to this year's gala yes?" Erwin steered the conversation in a more relevant direction and you nodded.

"Mhm, and I'm very excited to be escorted by Eldia's most eligible bachelor." Levi wasn't sure if you meant it sincerely, or if it was his turn to face the wrath of your sharp words.

"I'm sure you are." Erwin chuckled, his hand falling on the back of your tricep. You gathered your skirts and took a few steps closer to Levi.

"The last time we met, you weren't keen on dancing, I do hope that's changed." You smirked at him and Levi barely fought the flush off of his cheeks as you pushed past him.

"We can go in the drawing room and discuss logistics, the gala is a mere week away after all-" Levi tuned out whatever it was Erwin was babbling about, too focused on watching you saunter out of the room.

Levi spent the next week trailing behind Erwin, attending meetings and luncheons with other high ranking military members. It was boring, but nothing that he hadn't done before. The day of the gala, Hange arrived with the remaining of the 104th cadet corps. Levi felt great relief at seeing the familiar faces, Hange had eagerly came to hug him, and he pretended to hate it. Mikasa even came and gave him the briefest of embraces, Connie had been the most excited, throwing his arms around his former captain and squeezing him tightly. Armin had grinned sheepishly, and offered a small wave. Jean just nodded respectively in Levi's direction. Gabby and Falco had tagged along as well, wearing their best uniforms, decorated with their medals.

"I can't believe we get to come to the summer gala!" Connie gushed, his hazel eyes wide as he soaked in the castle in all of its glory.

"We won a war." Jean huffed, eyes sharp, hand fidgeting with his medal on his lapel.

"We lost more than we won." Mikasa murmured, her own shaky hands reaching for a scarf that was no longer wrapped around her neck. The cheery mood quickly dissipated at Mikasa's statement, Hange cleared their throat and clapped their hands in an attempt to drag everyone from their thoughts.

"Let's go meet Erwin then." They said, and Levi nodded.

"Let's." The group walked through the halls, Hange in the lead and Levi at their side, it felt like old times. The kids, well they weren't really kids anymore, were beginning to return to their annoying selves.

"-will we be able to eat the food?" Gabby asked, and Levi nearly flinched, the statement reminded him all too much of Sasha. Connie seemed less phased, he sighed and brought his arms behind his neck as they walked.

"I sure hope so."

"We're here on business." Mikasa reminded them and Jean hummed in agreement.

"We're here as representatives." Armin added, and Hange chuckled.

"Use this as an opportunity children." Hange cooed, pausing in front of the doors to the drawing room.

"Have some fun, get drunk, you've earned it." Hange then pushed the doors open, revealing the cozy drawing room, Erwin sat with his legs crossed in one of the arm chairs, a book in his lap. He closed the book and stood, his sleeve hanging limply where his arm once was.

"Cadets, erm or should I say captains." Erwin chuckled awkwardly as the kids all jumped to salute him, fists clenched over their hearts.

"Commander." They all greeted in unison.

"Sit, we have much to discuss."

The discussion was rather tame, a short bit of it had been relevant. Where the kids were to stand, what they were to say and how they were expected to act. The rest of the afternoon had been spent catching up and enjoying each other's company. Just a few hours before the guests were to arrive, Erwin sent the group off to find their spots.

Levi found himself waiting outside of your room, his watch gripped tightly in his fist, watching the minutes tick by. You emerged about fifteen minutes after him arriving, your dress was a deep emerald green, elegantly hugging your frame in all of the right places. You smoothed the silk gown skirts and smiled at him, the red lipstick on your lips making your teeth seem extra white.

"You look ravishing Captain." You complimented, accepting his arm before walking slowly down the hall, careful to keep his pace.

"...as do you." He choked out, a blush tickling his ears.

"Did you get all done up for me?" You pressed, hand tightening around his bicep.

"No." He answered, although he was partially lying, the truth was all he could think about as he dressed, was you. How would you be dressed? Was he to match you? Or was he expected to wear his usual military dress? He had opted for the latter, and it seemed to work well, the inky black dress coat and the gold medals that decorated his lapels seemed to compliment the emerald in your dress.

"Well, I sure hope that you will at least dance with me." You pouted, shooting him a hopeful look.

"Tch." He clicked his tongue, truthfully it was all that he could mange, he was nervous enough about joining you this evening. But you asking him to dance? He had never danced in his life, and with his legs in the state they were in now?

The two of you stopped, overlooking the ball room which was already filled with guests, milling about with flutes of champagne. You snuck a glance at Levi, who was looking down at the crowd with a bored glaze over his eyes.

"Ready?" You asked, squeezing his bicep once and he nodded, chin held high as the two of you slowly made your way down the staircase. Levi's eyes scanned the crowd, searching for familiar faces, which he found in their designated spots. He knew that the king had asked him to accompany his daughter largely as a political move, not for protection as he had in the past. But old habits die hard, he double checked exits and kept an eye out for shady people, it was easier than looking at you after all. Not because you were ugly, rather the opposite, you were stunning and that intimidated him.

After at least forty five minutes of socializing, the dancing began and you tugged impatiently on his arm, which you had yet to let go of.

"Please Levi, just this once." You whispered so only he could hear, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end at your closeness.

"Princess." He said sternly, although his voice did shake a tad, and you grinned, knowing that you had nearly convinced him.

"Captain." You countered, taking a step towards the dance floor.

"Just one." he said after a moment's hesitation before falling back in step with you.

"Just one." You affirmed with a wicked grin as you led him into the mass of bodies.

Levi felt his pulse race, his anxiety was roaring he had absolutely no clue how to dance, especially with his legs in the state that they were. You seemed to sense this, carefully taking his hand and resting it on your hip as you stepped ever so closely to him. Your chest was pressed against his, and he was sure that you could feel the pounding of his heart as it threatened to escape his ribcage.

"You just follow my lead." You whispered as he brought his other hand to rest naturally in the palm of yours. He nodded, eyes wandering down to glance at his feet, which were partially concealed by your skirts.

"It goes something like this, step-" You took a step towards him and he took one back.

"Then to the left," You instructed softly and he obliged, the two of you moving slightly out of sync.

"Then forwards again." You nodded as he stepped forwards and you stepped back, skirt swaying.

"Then to the right," You chuckled as his brows remained fixed in a tight knot as he tried to focus.

"Then we do it again." You seemed satisfied, and he nodded it was simple enough, although he could already feel the strain of the activity in his joints.

"Easy." He huffed, taking the lead and you giggled and fell into step with him.

"Tell me Levi, when you went across the ocean and fought those men, who were you fighting for?" The question caught him off guard and he nearly forgot the next step.

"That's an odd question." Levi shot you a mean look and you shrugged.

"I want to know what pushed Humanities strongest to be so strong." You answered, unfazed by his sour look.

"I fight for the people." He replied curtly and you sighed.

"That's a boring answer, I want to know what really drives you." You pressed and Levi frowned.

"Its the truth."

"Then tell me a lie." You raised a brow, challenging him and he screwed his nose up in distaste.

"Why would you want me to lie to you?" He asked out of genuine curiosity, no one had ever given him such a request.

"To spice some things up I guess." You hummed nonchalantly and squeezed your hand that held his.

"Then I would tell you I fought that war for you." He regretted the words, but you seemed to be pleased by them.

"Aw so you did think of me while we were apart." You cooed and Levi nearly broke away from you, but he only gripped your hand harder.

"You were the last thing on my mind." he huffed and you let out a throaty laugh. A lie, he thought of you often.

"You really are funny." You let your head fall affectionately into the crook of his neck and he swallowed thickly, as your scent washed over him.

"I didn't mean to be."

"I know, that's what makes it funny." Your breath tickled his neck as you spoke, you seemed to be in no hurry to pull away.

"Hmph." He hummed stupidly, unable to form words with you so close.

The song ended and you lifted your head, one of those wide grins sprawled across your lips.

"That wasn't so bad was it?" You whispered cheekily and he scoffed as the two of you exited the dance floor. You both found a seat at one of the tables set on the outskirts of the room, taking a break to drink and enjoy each others company.

Levi rubbed his knee under the table, the dance had truly taken a toll on him and he barely suppressed a groan. You noticed, shooting him a concerned look.

"Does it bother you often?" You asked, dragging your chair closer to his. He rolled his eye and pulled his hand slowly away from his leg.

"No."

"You're lying, just tell me the truth."

"I thought you wanted me to lie to you." He snapped back and you scoffed.

"Not about this." You reasoned and he sighed deeply.

"Yes, it hurts like a bitch." He turned to face you, his knee knocking yours and you frowned.

"You should've told me, I wouldn't have made you dance."

"I-" He paused, catching himself before the words left his mouth. But after one look at your open and concerned face he couldn't not say what he had been wanting to say.

"I wanted to." He admitted and your eyes widened a fraction.

"You...really wanted to?" Your words were raw and clearly Levi had caught you, the witty young princess off guard.

"I did."

"Would you do it again?"

"Yes."

"Hm." A smug look crossed your face and Levi scowled at you, not liking the way you seemed to be plotting something unbeknownst to him.

"What?" He snapped and you let out a short burst of laughter.

"I knew that you weren't lying when you said that you thought about me." You teased and he growled lowly under his breath.

"Maybe that was your last dance with me."

"Easy now, let's not be hasty, we have the whole night after all darling." You patted his shoulder, standing slowly and walking around the back of his chair to squeeze his shoulders before slipping off into the crowd.

He hoped that you meant it, that you would come back even if he could not dance with you again. He hoped that you had thought of him too, that his fighting had all been worth it. To spend the rest of his life by your side, even if he was just your guard or even a political ploy. He would do it for you, and he would do so happily.

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duckymcdoorknob · 3 years

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Daily Speedwrite Pairings: Day 20

“No way! Mine’s better!” -SugaKage.

“I still think Sugawara-San should have more time in games.” Yamaguchi mumbled from his position on the bench.

“Y-Yamaguchi!” The silver haired setter grew flustered, “You can’t say stuff like that so casually!”

“But it’s true! You barely play as it is!” Tadashi hissed, his tone growing a little louder.

“And I’m fine with that. If my absence means the team is winning, than so be it!” Sugawara hissed back in the same volume, hoping his eavesdropping teammates would hear.

Kageyama excused himself to the club room, mumbling some excuse about how he needed his jacket. The third year sensed a disturbance and quietly followed suit.

“Suga-San? Are you mad at me?”

Shit. He was being so careful too!

“Of course not, Kageyama! Is that was this is about?” Suga questioned, shutting the door then taking a criss crossed seat on the floor.

“Well, I heard you talking to Yamaguchi and he-“

“Made a good point yes, but I meant what I said. If having you in the game allows us to win, than I will sit every second of every game if I have to.”

“You really are cool, Suga-San.” Tobio said with a gentle grin and a sigh, “You might be my favorite upperclassman.”

Both setters’ eyes widened as Kageyama sputtered out apologies and excuses.

“Ah! Please don’t tell anyone I said that!” The jet-black-haired boy begged.

“Hmmmm....” how could Sugawara mess with Kageyama at this point in time...? Ah that’s it, “Only if you admit my setting is the best!”

“What? No way! Mine’s better!” Kageyama scowled.

“Guess I’ll have to go tell Daichi that-“ Suga began to stand up, almost making his way to his feet.

“No wait!” Tobio lunged at his upperclassman’s figure, plastering him to the floor.

“Hey! Kageyama! Let me up!”

“No! You’re gonna tell Daichi-San what I said!” The hands wrapped around Suga’s torso began to shake in trepidation.

“K-Kageyama. Quit that! I w-won’t tell Daichi.”

“I’m not even doing anything!” His hands shook worse.

“lehehehet mehehehehehe gohohoho!”

Gasp

Suga-San giggling?

TOO CUTE!!

“Oh? Why are you laughing at me?!” Kageyama feigned annoyance and offense, when in all reality he was heavily confused.

“Yohohohohour hahahahands! Shahahahakihihihing!”

The younger setter looked down at his hands and saw Sugawara’s torso shaking from his own trembling hands. A mischievous grin plastered on his face as he began to wiggle his fingers for real.

“GAH- KAGAHAGEHEHEYAHAHAMAHAHA!” Suga squealed, trying to bat at the hands around his torso.

“You want me to let you go already? Geez, you have no stamina.”

The first year didn’t intend for that mean of a tease, he usually defaults to them with Shoyo.

“YOHOHOHOU’REHEHEHE MEHEHEHEHEAN!”

Kageyama simply hummed as he continued to assault his upperclassman’s torso, sneaking a hand onto Suga’s hip or thigh every now and then.

“IHIHIHI WOHOHOHONT TEHEHEHELL! STAHAHAHAP!”

The younger setter ignored his upperclassman’s cries for mercy as he pondered where Suga’s death spot could be. He assumed it would be somewhere adorable like his neck or calves.

“Let’s seeeeee~” the jet-black-haired boy cooed, “Let’s find yourself speeeeecial spot.”

“NOHOHOHO! NOHOHOHO SPEHEHECIIHIHAHAHAL SPOHOHOHOT!”

“I think so. I think it’s the only thing to keep you quiet.” Kageyama replies nonchalantly as he moved to skitter his fingers in his upperclassman’s neck.

“Nohohoho! Enohohohough!”

“Hmmm. Not here.”

“Not here either”

“Or here.”

Kageyama continued down Suga’s body, trying every awkward tickle spot he could. His neck, his underarms, the spot between his underarms and ribs, his triceps, his ribcage, back to his sides, then finally...

“NGH- KAHAHAHAGEHEHEY- NOHOHOHOHO!!”

The younger setter had snaked his hands under Suga’s shirt to gently squeeze at his stomach, the laughter deepening as Kags inched dangerously close to the vice-captain’s belly button.

“Ohoho! I found it!” Kageyama sing-songed as he dipped a finger into the hollow.

Suga could only babble incoherently and beg for the torture to stop, his laughter upping in octave and volume.

“Oy! Kageyama! Daichi-San says he wants you and Suga-San to-“

“YAHAHAMAHAHAGUHUHUCHIHI!!!! HEHEHEHELP!” Sugawara pleaded as he pushed against Kageyama’s chest.

“H-hey!- s-stop that!” The greenette demanded.

With a sigh and a smile, Kageyama unlatched from Sugawara, and gently patted the silver haired boy’s stomach. “Mine’s better.”

“S-sure.” Suga panted out in reply, “H-help me up please?”

When Kageyama reached out to help his vice-captain, he was pulled to the ground and the silver-haired boy sprawled across his figure, pinning him to the floor.

“Now then, Kageyama.” Suga hovered his fingers above the younger setter’s torso in menace, “Let’s find your special spot, eh?”

Soon enough, the entire club came to investigate the pleading and helpless laughter, which was echoing from the club room. Daichi decided to call it a day when he saw the one-sided fight between his best friend and their subordinate.

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himbody · 3 years

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Haikyuu Captains: Body Positivity Headcannons

Nooo

NOOO

Absolutely NO

Stop simping over bitches shaped like captain america if you can't appreciate them when they are shaped like Chris Evans!!

Anyway, here are the Captains headcannons:

Daichi is a thick boy and you don't get that meaty off just muscle. He goes through periods where he eats a lot and some where he's just not hungry all that often. Lives by the whole, "If you're hungry then eat" thing where you eat mostly small foods and lots of snacks. Some snacks are healthy but he has an ungodly need for bagged popcorn but only the kind that comes in the shiny bags with blue or purple accents. He's pretty evenly dispersed but his fat does seem to go straight to his lower body when he is eating a lot. Also, if he put in the effort he could most definitely throw ass.

Oikawa gives off both pretty boy and shaped like a cigarette vibes, meaning his weight is centered in his torso (not his ass, he lives up to the name flattykawa). He's got a lil tiddy but for the most part his weight is right along his navel. Just a little bit of pudge that is barely noticeable but he is one of those people that eat one slice of pizza and are suddenly six months pregant. He needs lots of reassurance. Even Iwazumi chips in to make him feel a little better about himself.

Kuroo is the 'shaped like a cigarette' boy. He stays the same size no matter what, despite the fact he is a black hole for food. HOWEVER, while he is not hella chubby, he has stretchmarks just about everywhere. Last year of junior high this bitch went from 5'5 to 6'2 in six and a half months and gained 55lbs. Lightening bolts on his waist, hips, RIBS, Thighs, calves, TRICEPS, everywhere. They have paled now that he is older but he still hates people talking about/noticing them. In the locker rooms he wasn't ever bullied by his team (thank you Kenma's death glare) but at the beach, in shared locker rooms, bath houses, hotsprings, training camps everyone seemed to comment or stare at them. He's taken aback the first time you call them sexy. His thighs and hips also jiggle just a bit when he walks.

Bokuto ain't built like no bitch. He is the chubbiest one. This bipolar bitch eats his feelings and it only gets worse off season. Borderline chubby buff boy. Also has stretch marks but not as intense as Kuroo's. He jiggles everywhere no matter what time of the year or how much he's been eating. BUT chubby buff holds true. He's got biddies, they jiggle when he exercises. Whether he is letting down the barbell after benching or jumping rope, the rippling is a sight to see. Don't get me started on EVERY other part of his body when he does weighted squats or leg days or literally anything. He finds it hot that you think its hot.

Ushijima was a chubby kid growing up. He has baby weight on his belly still. He actively tried to lose his weight because he was under the impression he was doing something wrong. He worked out, dieted, the whole spiel, borderline eating disorder. When he goes pro and his coach asks him to increase his cal count, he realizes how much stronger he feels. He starts eating more and subsequently putting on more and more perfectly healthy weight. He likes when you praise his body. He is growing more and more confident but hearing you say it helps a lot. So do the chocolates Tendou brings whenever he comes to visit.

(If I catch you sexualizing eating disorders I will not hesitate to throw hands)

Please send an ask if you want anyone else, I'll be posting more characters anyway as well as extensions to these ones.

#Haikyuu #haikyuu captains #daichi sawamura #kuroo tetsuro #bokuto kotaro #oikawa toru #ushijima wakatoshi #haikyuu smut #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu headcanons

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princessjungeun · 2 years

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Itzy Finding Out That Their Soft S/O Is Actually Very Strong

Request: Can we get itzy finding out that their very v e r y soft [I prefer fem but it's fine if you go gender neutral] s/o is actually very and when I say very VERY strong and has like a badass duality to them. One time soft and they could just change and BAM! badass 😎 Aahhh waitt!!! Also for the strong and awesome duality s/o requestt Pls make it idol!s/o!!!If you want to ofc^

A/N: I hope this is okay, I didn’t make all of the an idol s/o but most of them are! :))))

Yeji

Yeji was over the moon when she found out that the two of you were going to be on a special of the old show Real Men. Of course she was nervous for herself, but you she was more worried for. Your girlfriend wondered why of all your members, they decided to send you. When she asked you about it, you shrugged it off and told her that it was apparently to show a new side of yourself because you were your group's 'soft sunshine' as fans called you. You reassured Yeji that you could handle yourself, and that if anything went wrong they'd just send you home. Yeji had no choice but to trust you, but she was still extremely nervous. The idea of the Captian yelling orders at you from the start of the first day already made Yeji's stomach turn. You tended not to respond to raised voices and harsh tones outside of work, even in the workplace it took months for you not to cry when someone so much as changed their tone with you. Despite Yeji being worried sick about you, you were more than excited to join the army for a bit. It was going to be a new experience and you knew some family members that were in the armed forces and they enjoyed it so you were happy to see what it was all about. On the first day you and the other women were filed into a room. The captain in front of you spoke with a serious tone. The other women around you stood with pale faces and some were trembling. Yeji stood across from you and she glanced quickly at you. She was shocked to see that you were blank faced and extremely calm. With every command you were the loudest to respond "Yes I understand!" With a straight face and perfect posture, looking like you had done this before a million times. When it came to the physical tests everyone around you had their doubts, you were all laid on your backs to do sit ups. Yeji held your feet and she told you "Don't push yourself too hard okay?" You laughed softly and mumbled, "I'll be fine babe." When the timer started it was like a switch flipped inside of you, with ease you pumped out sit up one after another. Your girlfriend remained silent but wide eyed. The rest of the women got distracted, watching you move quickly, and the same happened with push-ups. Throughout the entire basic fitness test, you completed everything with ease, getting positive remarks from those around you. The day of obstacle and gas training came, and they were on the same day. You were actually nervous, your knees trembling as you all stood in front of the obstacle course. Yeji stood in front of you as you whispered, "I'm scared..." Yeji looked at the Captain before reaching back and holding your hand briefly, "It's okay. I'm with you." The cameras were pointed at you as you all were given instruction before the first person started. You waited for your turn, taking a few deep breaths before you were told to run. Once more, it was like a switch flipped inside of you, you ran to the low wall alongside a few other people and climbed it easily. With each obstacle, you and the other man on your team were leading the other teammates. Climbing the cargo ropes were your favorite as you climbed with a smile on your face as it truly was fun for you, even though it was flipped upside down and your back was facing the ground. The tall wall with the rope was next, while everyone else tried to walk up, you only pulled yourself with your arms. Pain seared through your biceps and triceps as you pulled your weight, you were exhausted, but you weren't a quitter. You yelled for them to hurry because you needed to stick together. Once everyone was over you all moved to the next obstacle, everyone keeping pace with you leading. As you ran you noticed Yeji in the back. You ran back and picked her up, throwing her over your shoulder with ease. Yeji was so exhausted her eyes were starting to fall shut, her throat was try and her lungs were crying out for help. She didn't even know it was you holding her until she smelled the faint scent of your perfume on your dirt covered skin. She coughed, "Y/N?" You replied, "Are you okay?" She whined, "Uh huh...just tired." There was dust and dirt in your mouth, nose, and chest, but you were determined to finish. The last obstacle was the high wall, you all had to push all team members over the wall. You insisted on putting the tallest and heaviest man over first, you and another guy pushing him over in one try. You pushed the other girls up after him, letting him pull them up and over, and hearing them slide down to the other side. You were left with the other man on your side, he told you, "Ladies first." You shook your head, "I don't do that. Come on you're up we're taking too long." You cupped your hands and boosted him up easily before waiting to hear his feet touch the other side once he was pulled over. You waved for the largest man on your team to step down, and that you could get up and over the wall on your own. Stepping back you cracked your knuckles and neck before running as fast as you could, climbing the wall and reaching for the top. Your fingers gripped the tip of the wall and with a huff and loud grunt you pulled yourself up. Once you were over you slid down and crossed the line with the rest of your teammates. Everyone fell to the ground, grabbing for water bottles and resting on the ground. You on the other hand were standing with your hands on your waist, just catching your breath. You looked over at Yeji before pulling her up to stand, you hugged her and patted her helmet, "You did so well Yeji-ah." It amazed her how you went from yelling and screaming, leading a team of people who were all older than you, to smiling and laughing with her. You all were only given an hour before the gas training. Putting on the mask, you knew that it would be terrible, there was no way to pretend it wasn't. Yeji was your partner, obviously. She stood next to you in the room with her gas mask on. You were so calm that it was kind of surprising you more than anyone else. The captain told you to remove the canaster and hold it up, you and Yeji did it quickly with ease. You two then had to change them, she tried putting yours on, but she was so nervous that her hands weren’t steady. You felt it burning your eyes and nose, making snot and tears run down your face. With steady hands you quickly closed hers as yours was most of the way on, she whined softly, but you told her, “Just do it Yeji-ah. Take your time.” Yeji finally got it after a second and you two were finished. Although you wanted to run out, you stayed and decided that you were going to finish the training no matter how shitty it felt, you didn’t want to quit. Yeji looked at you before shaking her head and running for the door, you remained calm with the four remaining people until the time was up. When you exited the chamber you ran for someone to help remove your mask then to rinse your face off. You choked on snot, tears, and spit as you coughed and wheezed for a few minutes. Afterwards you looked up at the camera with a big smile, doing a small dance you cheered, “I did it!” Yeji laughed from her spot on the floor, “How are you so strong...?” She shook her head as she drank more water and cough violently, resting her head on the wall behind her. All you could do was sit next to her and try to cheer her up, doing small things that she considered part of your natural aegyo.

Lia

The fall season of football was coming up and the coaches were still sending emails about try outs. In high school you played football and in your second season you were named MVP and team captain. You were scouted for football so you could play in university, but you decided that you would probably focus on your studies instead. That and the schools that were trying to recruit you for sports, you just weren’t interested in compared to the ones that were giving you merit based scholarships. However after getting emails for nearly two weeks about the football team needing some more players, you decided to give it a shot. When you told Lia that you were going to be trying out for football, she was a little nervous. She knew that you played sports in high school and you were really good, she didn’t know how that would compare to a bunch of 18-22 year old tall men on a football team that were nearly double your weight. With nothing else to do that day, your girlfriend decided to accompany you to try outs, she was just going to sit on the bleachers and watch. Your hand slipped into hers as you all walked to the fields, “You know you have nothing to worry about right?” Lia nodded, “Well you say that as if I’m still not going to be worried.” You reassured her, “It’s fine, day one is just running and a few drills with the equipment. I don’t think I’ll actually be able to play with the boys until I make the team.” Your girlfriend let out a sigh of relief, “Oh thank God.” You nudged her with a fake pout, “Hey...” She apologized, “I’m sorry I’m sorry...I just don’t want you to get hurt that’s all baby.” You patted her hand gently, “I won’t.” When you got to the field you were the only girl trying out, as expected. A few of the guys looked you up and down and laughed, making snide remarks between themselves. You had to admit that maybe the lavender track suit with the gigantic smiley face over your chest and the sneakers with pastel beads on them did make you stick out a little more. However, you didn’t let that bother you at all. Lia went to the bleachers and sat down as the coach waved you over with a smile. You introduced yourself and he pointed you to the track, “First part of tryouts, run a mile.” You nodded and started to run, as you ran the boys started their practice and you watched. It only took you seven minutes to finish, probably would have been less but you were distracted looking between your girlfriend and the boys on the field, trying to get a feel for the plays. When you were done with the run, the coach had you do a few circuits with a boy from the team. You followed everything he showed you exactly with ease, earning a few complements here and there. As much as you tried not to pay attention to them, there were a few boys who were calling out insults about how ‘girls don’t play football’. You ignored it the best you could and finished the rest of the try out fairly well. The coach was pleased with how you did and told you that you were welcome to come back tomorrow, and you’d be on the team by the end of the week. You thanked him and ran over to Jisu, doing a cartwheel out of happiness as you ran to her. She ran down the bleachers and hugged you, “You’re all sweaty but yayyyyy! You did so well!” You held her hands as you jumped up and down, “The coach said I can come back tomorrow, and if I do as well as I did today then I can be on the team!!!” The two of you laughed and held hands while jumping excitedly. Then Lia paused for a moment and squinted before screaming and turning away, ducking in fear. You turned around, and just as you did a football knocked you square in the chest. Wincing slightly, you looked up at the guys who threw it. Mockingly the boy called out, “Hey sweetheart! Mind throwing that- oh wait never mind I’ll come get it. I forgot girls don’t play football.” You smiled softly and walked over, when you were most of the way there your smile faded and was replaced with a scowl and a glare. With all of your strength you threw the football back to him, hitting him square in the forehead, knocking him to the ground. You stood over him and grabbed him by his shirt, “Some girls might not play football, but this one does. Try that shit again and see what happens. Understand?” He nodded quickly as he held his forehead, shutting his eyes in pain as the rest of his teammates laughed at him. You let go of his shirt and stepped over him, walking back to Jisu and putting an arm around her shoulder. You stated, “Come on.” Jisu’s entire face flushed red as she looked at you, the stern look on your face sending butterflies through her stomach. Your girlfriend played with your fingers that rested by her shoulder, “Babe?” You looked at her with a smile, “Yeah what’s up?” Lia paused before laughing, “How do you do that?” You replied, “Do what?” Before she even bothered to explain she just shook her head and said, “Nevermind, it’s nothing.” Jisu kissed your cheek and leaned into you as the two of you walked back to your dorm.

Ryujin

Your group had been invited to participate in the Idol Star Athletics Championships for the first time and you were excited. Only three of the six of you all were permitted to compete, but luckily in three different sports. The sports chosen for you and your members were ssireum, archery, and the 100 meter sprint. After discussing with your members, it was decided that your leader would be doing archery since she’d been good at it in summer camp, one of the younger members would do the sprint because she ran as a hobby, and you would do ssireum because you were the strongest. Due to the pandemic, you company took extra precautions since your debut in early 2020, not permitting you all on very many variety shows. Despite not having made as many appearances as some other rookie groups, you all were still doing incredibly well, and were fairly popular. Your popularity especially grew after it was revealed that you were close friend’s with Itzy’s Ryujin. She was your girlfriend, but as far as anyone outside of your group knew, she was just your best friend. The two of you attended Hanlim together and were classmates, you were the one that helped catch her up on school work if she happened to fall behind. You also helped her study before exams, using voice memos and video calls to help her review. All of that resulted in the two of you growing closer over the course of two years, and eventually you ended up together. When your girlfriend found out that you and your members were going to the ISAC event, she was excited. Ryujin begged you for weeks to tell her what event you were competing in, but you knew she was doing ssireum too, so you wanted it to be a surprise. On the day of training you entered the training room to see a bunch of other idols. You laid eyes on a friend of yours, Yena, she jumped up and down and hugged you. Everyone around you laughed, small murmurs of “cute” and “they’re so adorable” going around. A few moments later, Ryujin walked in talking to Hyunjin of Loona. The latter nodded in your direction, pointing Ryujin towards you, she looked up and laughed, “Really?” You nodded and held your arms open for her, she hugged you and ran her hand over your hair gently. The instructor started his lesson from the front of the room. You were busy playing with the sand around your feet, laughing to yourself instead of listening fully. The instructor called your name and said “Y/N, please come up with....Hyunjin. We are going to do a demonstration.” You nodded and padded over, smiling brightly earning laughter from the rest of the idols around you. It was well known that Hyunjin was very strong so it did intimidate you a little bit, but you were still willing to try your best. In the past you’d done ssireum a few times as a unit in your gym class, and you’d won against everyone in your class. But that was years ago and you weren’t sure if that would be the case now. The instructor positioned you and Hyunjin correctly before saying, “When I blow my whistle, the two of you may start. Hyunjin I’ve had you as a student before, so go easy on Y/N okay?” The girl let go of you and gave a thumbs up with a smirk before putting her concentration back on you. You glanced over at your girlfriend who was biting one of her nails, watching you very closely. The whistle blew and you immediately felt Hyunjin move to turn and push you down. You furrowed your brows as you gripped the satba around Hyunjin’s thigh. With one swift movement you shifted her weight onto your leg and flipped her over, trying your best to make sure the impact on the ground was soft. Everyone watching gasped as you stood up, helping Hyunjin up as well. For the rest of the practice the trainer put pairs together based on physical strength. You were paired with Hyeju while Hyunjin was with Ryujin. By the end you hadn’t lost against anyone, and were considered the ace for the event that year. When the practice was over Ryujin walked over to you, “I- When did you get so strong?” You shrugged, “No idea...I think I always have been though. But this was so fun! I see why you do the same event every year!” She watched as you ran off to go talk to someone else, looking like not one muscle of yours was sore, while she on the other hand was walking slowly, trying not to move to many things at once.

Chaeryeong

Chaeryeong knew that you had picked up dancing, but you never told her what dancing it was that you did. You never really thought to tell her the details about you picking up pole dancing, because you were quite shy about it. The only reason that you had even started was because your therapist told you that you should try some new hobbies to gain self confidence in your abilities. So with a small burst of confidence you signed yourself up for one pole dancing class, and sure enough it just clicked. Pole dancing was definitely one of the hardest things that you had gotten into, but you enjoyed it too much to quit because of some sore muscles. When Chaeryeong came to you excited because her group was going to be performing at the 2021 MAMA awards, and she was going to do a little pole dancing in the performance, you told her that she should practice with you. Chaeryeong thought you were joking when you said that you pole danced and had been for a while, but when you didn’t laugh she realized you were serious. On her way to your studio, she had no idea what to expect. To be quite honest she just couldn’t see you doing pole dancing at all let alone even just wearing the clothes needed to do that dance. You got shy when anyone looked at you for longer than a second, and you were overall just a softie in her eyes. When she got to the studio she looked for the room number you told her that you’d be in. She heard Yeah I Said It by Rihanna coming from the room. The lights were slightly dimmed with the blinds shut, you got shy at the idea of people outside seeing you. Chaeryeong poked her head inside, looking around curiously. She looked up and saw you on a pole, very high up as you spun around it gracefully. It took a few moments before Chaeryeong realized it was you, her eyes never leaving your figure as she watched with wide eyes, and mouth open. You were so focused that you didn’t even see her at the door in the reflection of the mirrors. Chaeryeong had never seen this side of you, her face heated up as she watched you. As you danced you got lower to the ground, and when the song was over you noticed your girlfriend. You ran over to her out of breath, “Oh hey Chae.” Although you were sweaty you still pulled her into a hug, looking at her face you giggled, “You’re drooling Chaery...” She wiped her mouth and asked as she set her stuff down, “W-Why didn’t- you ne-never said anything.” You giggled at her stumbling over her words, “You’re cute, and I dunno. Never came up.” The entire time she was next to you practicing she couldn’t focus, her palms were sweaty and clammy and her eyes were everywhere but where they were supposed to be. The second you offered to help her she immediately refused, growing flustered immediately. You didn’t know what had gotten into her, she was zoning in and out, her eyes on your arms or legs for minutes at a time. Almost every word she spoke was stumbled over, and her sentences weren’t clear. She was never this out of it in any dance environment, it just wasn’t like her. Chaeryeong was grateful that you weren’t picking up on the fact that you were what was making her so flustered, and honestly it saved her from her own embarrassment.

Yuna

Usually her managers had all eyes on her and her members, but today there was so much going on that they didn’t notice that Yuna slipped out of the waiting room. Ryujin was down the hall with Karina and Chaeryeong wandered off to go see Yuri, leaving Lia and Yeji. Lia was dozing in and out of sleep while Yeji was on her phone with Lia’s head on her shoulder. Yuna looked around before bolting out of the room and down towards where she’d seen you a few minutes earlier. Although she was looking over her shoulder every few seconds, Yuna tried to make sure she didn’t look too suspicious. You were with your group members playing with the few arcade games that were set up in the main area. She saw a few familiar faces here and there but she wasn’t interested in seeing anyone but you. A soft nudge from your leader and you looked up, seeing your girlfriend wander around curiously. Lightly, you pushed one of your members out of the way and ran over to Yuna, jumping into a hug. Your girlfriend grinned from ear to ear and squeezed you tight, kissing your cheek quickly. She looked around quickly before pulling you off into a back staircase. It was possibly one of the only spots in the entire building that wasn’t monitored by CCTV, and there were no staff around. The two of you were classmates so if worst came to worst and you were caught, the two of you knew that you could get away with talking about a school assignment. You both exchanged hugs and cheek kisses as you excitedly rambled to each other. You spilled the high school gossip you’d heard from school to her, she never told anyone else, but she liked to be in the loop even if she wasn’t always in attendance at school. The two of you were giggling and shushing each other to avoid getting caught as you recounted the juiciest things that had happened while she wasn’t at school. After a few minutes your leader came and knocked on the stairwell door, a sign that whatever time you all had was up now. The two of you slipped from out of the stairwell, laughing as she whispered inside jokes to you. Gently, you tugged her over to the rest of your group members who had dispersed to other games. The two of you watched a few of your members to the punching game, Yuna murmuring to you, “I’m pretty good at this one if you didn’t know...” You looked at her with a raised eyebrow, “You know, you’ve said it multiple times now but I’ve never been lucky enough to experience it for myself. So why don’t you show me hmm?” Your girlfriend replied, “Okay but don’t get mad if it’s higher than your score alright?” One of your members chimed in, “I don’t know Yuna, Y/N is pretty strong herself.” You nodded confidently in agreement and faked a bodybuilder pose, “I have been ya know, hittin’ the gym a little bit.” Yuna rolled her eyes playfully as you started giggling, standing back to watch her get this so called high score. Yuna dramatically blew on her fist before punching the machine on the little pad in the middle. All of your members gasped and a few people around you all turned their heads at the sudden noise. Yuna stepped away and pointed to the number on the game, “786!” She ‘flexed’ her muscles and laughed as she playfully bowed at you and your members, the other girls around you clapping and cheering for her, encouraging her antics. Yuna looked at the smile on your face, “What? Are you bummed that I beat your high score or something?” The teasing tone in her voice only made you giggle harder. Shaking you head you said, “Nope not at all. It’s a good score.” Your girlfriend asked, “Good?! I made a new record on the machine!” You nodded along, “Mhm and I’m very proud of you.” Your maknae shouted from across the room, “Yuna unnie! She doesn’t want to hurt your feelings by telling you she’s scored higher!” Yuna’s head snapped back to you as she shook her head, “There’s no way- I refuse.” You shrugged, “Okie dokie, come on lets go get snacks-” Yuna pulled you back and pushed you in front of the game, “Now you have to show me.” All that was on your mind was snacks, not whatever score you were about to get from punching a game. Looking at her you sighed, “And then can we get snacks?” She nodded and you jumped up and down excitedly. You eyed the machine and took a deep breath and threw a punch, hitting the pad square on the middle. The amount of force you used pushed the machine back slightly, and the sound made the entire room fall silent. Everyone around you whispered in hushed tones as you waited for the number, you pointed and said, “Sweet, 970!- now Yuna lets go get snackssssss!” Your members and looked at you then the machine and back again, at a loss for words. Yuna’s eye twitched as she stuttered out, “H-how did you even- What was- you just-” You shrugged, “I box a little...” For the next fifteen minutes your girlfriend was still in awe, trying to connect the fact that you were as strong as you were whilst looking the way you do.

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justanalto · 2 years

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Give us boots or I make you dress like a spermatozoan

Contrary to popular belief, Keyla and Joann aren’t inseparable. Do they like it? No, but are they capable of it? Yes. Despite what Georgiou says.

Duty has kept them apart tonight, with Joann’s post-mission debriefing keeping her well past shift hours, and Keyla’s heroic donut leading her in an easy meander to the mess hall for a drink. Several drinks, really. (It’s not her fault people want to toast her!)

“Tilly to Owosekun.” Joann frowns when the messages blips from her comm, interrupting Pike’s post-mission presentation.

“Apologies, Captain.” Pike nods, and Joann taps her comm. “Go ahead.”

“I know you’re in debrief, but, uh, your girlfriend’s asking for you.�� Even over a line, Tilly’s blush is tangible. “She kind of went shot for shot with Ariam.”

Ariam? Keyla, a human (fantastic drinker, but still human) had gone shot for shot with Ariam??

Joann wants to bury her head in her hands. Except she can’t, because the captain and Commander Burnham are staring at her like she’s grown a third head, and there’s the teensy matter of Joann not yet having disclosed her relationship with Keyla to Starfleet.

(She’s been meaning to fill out that paperwork. But Klingons invaded and Georgiou nagged and all of a sudden they were preventing a planet wide extinction event. All she needed was twenty goddamn minutes.)

“Did you cut her off?” she mumbles.

“About three shots ago, but she’s well past sober.” Tilly sounds apologetic. “Just wanted to warn you about what you might come into.”

Joann sighs. “Thanks, Tils.” Maybe she can salvage what’s left of her career after this. “I’m terrible sorry, Captain, what were you saying?”

“I was saying that I think an appeal to Starfleet’s general orders might be in order, and as it so happens, that was the last thing in my list.” He shoots them both an easygoing smile, and the knot intermittently tightening itself in Joann’s chest loosens. “Dismissed, both of you. Get some food, get some sleep. We have a long journey ahead of us.”

“Oh, and Lt. Owosekun —“ Joann swivels her head just as she’s almost at the door. “Make sure you fill out your fraternization paperwork.”

She’s going to kill Keyla.

“Jo!” is what she’s greeted with upon first entering into the mess hall, courtesy of a very inebriated Keyla. “See?” Keyla asks to nobody in particular. “Tha’s my girlfriend! Jo’s my girlfriend!”

“My lovely girlfriend who interrupted me in the middle of debriefing.” Keyla’s kiss tastes like one too many shots of Fireball (does she want to know who got ahold of those?) and Saurian whiskey. “I think it’s time for bed, Key.”

Keyla pouts. “Wait!” she exclaims, and loosely beckons to everyone milling around. “I told everyone this before, but they didn’t believe me, so you have to prove it to them.”

Oh, no. “…what is it?”

With a giggle, Keyla pokes Joann’s triceps. “Arms,” she says succinctly. “You’re Joann Oswolesekun,”

Behind her, Joann can see the rest of the bridge crew trying to hold in their laughter without overwhelming success. “Go ahead,” she tells them, and Bryce and Rhys practically explode with laughter, their grip on each other’s shoulders changing from stifling their amusement to holding themselves upright.

Still, Keyla pouts. “You gotta show them,” she all but whines. “They gots to see your arms, Jo.” A sly grin crosses her features. “I wanna see your arms.”

If it got her girlfriend to bed…

Sighing, Joann sheds her jacket and drapes it over Keyla, who immediately starts whooping. “I told you!” she exclaims again, pointing at Joann’s now-exposed muscles. “Oswolesekun! I fucking told you!”

“You got an arms girl, huh,” Tilly snorts. “Never pegged Detmer for an arms girl, yet here we are.”

“Pegged?” Keyla looks up at the mention of the word. “I like to be —“

“Aaaaaaand that’s enough for you,” Joann covers Keyla’s mouth before she can give any more clues about their sex life to the bridge crew. “It is definitely time for bed, Key.” Before her girlfriend blurted something equally as embarrassing out.

Keyla licks her palm almost wolfishly before giving her a grin. “Only if you carry me.”

#re clears out her ask box #ask things #aleksandrachaev #kat’s quest for boots

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quietmyfearswith · 3 years

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setting off ; stucky x fem!reader

status — completed oneshot

word count — 2,463 words

summary — in which steve and bucky get the happy ending they deserve with their best doll.

warnings — implied smut, fluff, talks of starting a family, no curse word i think?

pairing — stucky x fem!reader

a/n — pretty self-indulgent lol,, feedback is appreciated and asks/messages are open!

tagging — @la-cey @pedropcl @iloveshawnieboi @isysen

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“Can someone at least give me a hint of where we’re going?” Y/N whined for what would be the fifth time in the last hour. She had been asleep for the first three hours of their travel, but now that she woke up she struggled to return to slumber so instead she ate some snacks as she begged her two boyfriends to give her a faint clue of where they were going.

Steve was currently driving to their destination; he was exceeding about five kilometers the stated speed limit, which was enough evidence that he was excited to reach the end of their trip. Thankfully, the pick-up truck they bought allowed two more passengers beside the driver in the front so she was sandwiched in between the two super soldiers.

“It’s not a surprise if we tell you where we’re headed, doll,” Bucky swatted her thigh playfully, before gulping down the rest of his water bottle. “It still would be,” She argued as she swatted his thigh too, “You can tell me the location of where we’re and I still would be surprised with the actual place we’re gonna be staying at.”

Pissed with her logic, his metal fingers tickled her sides, causing her to attempt pushing his hand away, giggling as she squirmed further into Steve’s side. “Stevie! He’s being mean to me again!”

“Knock it off, you two!” Steve scolded them, chuckling to himself when they settled down immediately and both pouted at him. “Are you sure you’re our boyfriends and not our babysitter?” Bucky giggled at her comment, even pecked her cheek to show how proud he was of her remark.

The former Captain America playfully rolled his eyes as he sighed, “And here I was pulling up to our destination when I should have gone here alone and not show you the present we got you.” Upon registering his words, she sat up straight and twisted left and right as she excitedly asked, “Your present? What did you get me? Please give me a clue! Please, please, please!”

Bucky laughed at her pumped up state, bopping her nose he assured her, “Well the only clue we’ll give is that we looked and searched hard for this gift of yours — we knew you had to have the best one.” Pouting and nose scrunching up in confusion, she turned to Steve and before she could even speak, he was already saying, “What Buck said is true, we hope you like our present.”

Pressing a kiss to Steve’s cheek — she wanted to kiss his lips but didn’t want to distract him from driving — then a short, teasing kiss on Bucky’s lips she reassured them, “You both know I will always appreciate whatever it is you give me.”

Covering her eyes with his flesh hand, the former Winter Soldier smirked, “Well the only way to find out is when you see it. Keep your eyes closed for a while okay?” She whined but was quickly being shushed, “We’re pulling in now and you’re about to see your present!”

Once she felt the car come to a stop, she clawed at the hand that was shielding her from seeing her present as she thought she was permitted to look at it. But as she was being guided out of the truck with the hand still covering her eyes, she felt that maybe it still wasn’t the cue for her to see it.

“Okay stand there, are you alright?” Steve asked after guiding her to stand at a certain angle. “I’m fine, Steve! Now show me already! I’m getting impatient,” She was about to beg their ears off until Bucky slid his hand out of her eyes and she gasped out upon seeing the house. “Here you go, doll. Our brand new home.”

Her eyes became glossy as tears were peeking out, as she turned over to them and choked out, “A lake house?” Steve nodded, wiping the tears off her eyes before they got the chance to spill and kissed her lips, “Yes, doll. Your dream lake house.”

“We chose a secluded one so that way no one can complain when we’re too loud at night,” Bucky’s cocky reply was short-lived since Steve hit his arm which only made their girl laugh and hug them both. The two took her tight hug as a sign that she loved it. Removing himself early from the hug, Steve called, “Come on now! We still need to show you around the house!”

With every step she took, she clung onto each of her boyfriends’ hands tightly. The white coat of the house made her feel even more serene. Having multiple levels, she wondered about how many rooms there were, “How many floors and rooms are there? There seems to be way too many.”

“Five rooms, excluding the game and theater room that is. And there are two stories plus the basement.” Steve recalled as he opened the front door, the sight of the living room immediately greeted her. Soft couches, neat fireplace, and bookshelves beside a vinyl player greeted her. Sitting down on one of the seats, she giggled when the mattress was soft enough that it almost engulfed her completely, “I love this so much!”

Bucky picked her up and hoisted her over his shoulder, “Wait ‘til you see the kitchen!” Placing her back to stand on her toes, he showed her how they fulfilled her dream kitchen of having two refrigerators, two ovens topped with an incredible gas stove, as well as a spacious countertop for when she baked and cooked for them. Smiling, she hugged Bucky and kissed his bearded cheek, “I love it so much! ‘M gonna stay here all the time now.”

Perking up at her statement, Steve smirked as he offered his arm for her to hold on to, “May I show you my favorite part of the house?” Finding it silly with how fancy he was being, she tangled an arm around his, while her other arm stretched out for Bucky to hold on to and his bionic hand laced with hers, “I’d love to see it, Mr. Rogers.”

Opening the black, wooden door, she was shown the master bedroom with a bed large enough to accommodate the three of them. “You cheeky bubba! The bedroom?!” She laughed as she plopped herself down on the soft mattress.

You’d think despite them being centenarians they would be stiff and boring, but the way they jumped in the bed and tickled her sides or rubbed their beards on her neck to elicit even more giggles from her suggested that they were more lively than you would suspect.

“Stop! I concede,” The last word was prolonged into a squeal with the way they were attacking her gently. Taking mercy on her, they stopped as they laid beside her, an arm draped over her figure as they traced her skin with their fingertips.

“I love it,” She spoke, filling the tranquil silence, “Thank you so much for this. I love you both so much.” Bucky cleared his throat and kissed her tricep, “Well this was something we hoped you’d love. And something we wanted to give you, as a thank you.”

Both super soldiers agreed not to mention the little part he slipped up; Steve smacked his flesh hand and groaned a bit. “As a thank you?” She sat up as her eyes shifted over between the two men. They followed her as they sat down too and explained to her, “Buck and I have come to realize how much you have sacrifice for us.”

“The way you stood up for me when the whole Accords happened,” Bucky continued and recalled how she stopped their airport battle when she stopped them upon uncovering the truth and seizing Zemo for discovering his plans. “You fought and stood up for me when everyone else was convinced I was the bad guy.”

Her hand caressed his cheek — her touch had cured him of his terrible association with physical contact. Images of when HYDRA treated him horribly in Bucky’s own time vanished from his mind every time he physically came in contact with someone thanks to her gentle handling of him and her incredible patience. He nuzzled his cheek into her palm, she was about to speak until Steve spoke up, “When we said that we wanted to step down from being Avengers, it was because of you.”

“Me?” This shook her to her core. She knew about their exhaustion with all the fighting that they had to do in order to save the world — everytime they needed to be patched up and taken care of, she’d done all that for them without complaints. But never did she imagine they would quit being part of the team for her, “I’m so sorry if I made it feel like you have to do all this for me.”

Sensing her panicked state, they both calmed her down as Steve rubbed her thighs while Bucky massaged her shoulders to settle her squirming body, “It’s not like that, doll. I should have been clearer with what I meant.”

Managing to relax, she looked up at Steve with her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, encouraging him to speak his mind, “Buck and I talked about how tired we are. All this fighting — even though they all were for a good cause, of course — has started to take a toll on us. Not just physically, but emotionally as well,” He cleared his throat as he felt himself beginning to tear up, “It was evident that we badly needed an exit from this lifestyle that was forced upon us.”

“But we somehow got a hint that maybe there would be no way out for us,” Bucky continued when Steve stared at him to go on, Y/N too followed his gaze and looked at him, “That maybe it was set in stone that our fate would be to fight in battle forever.” Her heart clenched and fell into pieces at that thought. “What a cruel fate that would be, love,” She sympathized.

“Then you came along,” Steve resumed with a smile on his lips, “We now found a reason to keep going and fighting. Because we wanted you to live safely and feely.” She thought that what he said would be impossible to top off with the way her heart was beating wildly against her chest, lips pursing as she pouted in adoration. But Bucky wasn’t going to let anyone — not even Steve — outdo him so he pressed a kiss on the top of her head as he spoke sincerely, “We wanted to give you the life you deserve. A life far from danger and uncertainty. So we bought this secluded lake house — giving us the chance to be ourselves and do whatever we want.”

What Bucky said was a close runner up to Steve’s words and she couldn't help but coo at their word as she tried her best to wrap her smaller arms around their hulking figures, “I love you both! So so so so much! I’m incredibly blessed to have the two of you in my life!” Wanting to snap out of their dreamy state, Steve clapped his hands, “Well how about we prepare our lunch.”

Excited at the thought of preparing a meal in her new kitchen, Y/N jumped off the bed with a smile as she scurried off to the kitchen, “I’m gonna make us some sandwiches!” As the two two super soldiers looked at each other after both taking note of how excited their girl was they both thought of the same thing — they made the right and best decision.

After munching down the delicious turkey avocado sandwich with chipotle mayonnaise, they all retired to the deck; both Steve and Bucky were lounging around on one of their chaise lounge chairs as they were clad in their swim shorts while Y/N swam around for a bit on the clear, warm water.

“I can get used to always swimming,” She stated once she reached the top of the pool’s ladder and walked towards them, sitting down on Steve’s lap as she drank some of the iced tea they had prepared. “I, on the other hand, know that I can get used to seeing you in your swimsuit,” Bucky wolf whistled as he openly gawked at her bikini-clad figure.

Despite being with them for quite a few years now and getting used to Bucky’s playful behavior, she still gets bashful when she’s on the receiving end of Bucky’s silver tongue. She clicked her tongue at him as an attempt to weakly silence him, “Bucky Barnes! You and your silver tongue; someday I will catch you off guard the way you do to me.”

Steve decided to join in but unfortunately it didn’t help her cause, “Oh doll, I love you but we all know you get flustered even at the mere thought of flirting at us.” His arms wrapped tightly around her waist as he placed a kiss on her shoulder, as if he was comforting her; which Bucky found amusing as he chuckled. She hit Steve's shoulder as she scowled at Bucky, the two then decided to end their playful banter against their girl.

Upon being signalled to pull his chair closer to where Steve was sat, Y/N played with Bucky's metal fingers as she laid her head on her other boyfriend’s chest, “I love you both. Really, I do,” She lifted her head to kiss Steve’s slightly chapped lips deeply before muttering, “I love you, Steve.” To which he said the same without missing a beat.

“I love you, Bucky,” She declared before leaning over to kiss his lips with the same passion and vigour. “Can’t wait for this new chapter that’s waiting for us,” She sighed out, blissed and content.

Steve’s warm palm caressed her stomach as he spoke with hope, “Who knows? Maybe we can start our family now.” She knew it was something he wanted — even way back in the 40’s he was already hopeful for a family of his own. Bucky, however, always wanting to spite and retort Steve just for the sake of it quickly countered, “Or maybe just adopt a bunch of dogs so the house isn’t too quiet.”

Y/N laughed when both her boyfriends stuck their tongue out and made silly faces to tease each other even more; breaking up their fight, she turned to them and reassured them, “No matter what lies ahead, I know we all can agree that we will venture it together.” And the silence laced with the content smiles they had on their faces gave her the confirmation that indeed, they will go through it all together.

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