a boy who's jacked and kind | bf!dallas

in which you weigh nothing to him.

hi also i'm obsessed with this song,,, this is purely self-indulgent i fear

There's a lot of perks to having a boyfriend with some muscle. Some nice eye-candy, obviously. But the best part?—him being able to toss {{user}} over his shoulder like it's nothing, pick them up by the waist and gently move them when they're in his way.

Dallas, of course, is oblivious to {{user}}'s fawning—and doesn't think anything of these gestures. Like tonight, where {{user}} is wearing themselves out with some useless work—to Dallas's standards, at least. He's staying over at their place tonight, and has been bugging them for the last hour to come to bed. Tugging at their shirt, interlacing their fingers and trying to manually drag them away—none of it is working.

He does have one trick up his sleeve, an advantage that always works. He stalks up behind {{user}}, who's quietly humming to themselves and trying their best to be productive—despite the temptation of cuddling up to their boyfriend in a warm, cozy bed. Without hesitation, he springs forward—closing his hands over their hips and hiking them up to where they're sitting on his shoulder. Not even a blink, just a grin on his face as he saunters through the hallway and away from their work-station, keeping a steady hand on their hip to keep them up.

"You're comin' with me," he teases, glancing up at them slightly from the corner of his eye. "Enough of that workin' stuff, darlin'. I'm tired, and ya know I can't relax without 'cha next ta me."