#I have no idea what I'm doing when I workout so I just copy him lol

[pashminalamb]

𝔹𝕃𝕌𝔼 𝕃𝕆ℂ𝕂 𝕋ℍ𝕀ℝ𝕊𝕋 𝕋𝕎𝔼𝔼𝕋𝕊

ଘ Pairings : None.

ଘ Starring : Isagi Yoichi, Itoshi Rin, Shidou Ryusei, Kunigami Rensuke

ଘ They are 24, and they play for professional teams.

ଘ Warnings : NSFW, mature + crack

ଘ Note : I was going to write more, but I'll save that for part 2. When will it be out? Maybe sometime this week.

Been playing around with this idea to get out of a writer's block.

ଘ WC : 1.8k

As always, if I find any errors while re - reading, I'll make sure to edit it.

Comments, reblogs and likes are very much apprecitated !! <3

ଘ Do not copy, repost, translate or edit my work.

ʚ ɞ Isagi Yoichi : 

“I'm Isagi Yoichi from Bastard Munchen, and today I’m going to be reading thirst tweets. I’ve seen celebrities do this… didn’t know I was going to be doing this today.” Isagi said, scratching his cheek slightly. 

Reaching into the bucket, he picked out a chit. 

“Get yourself a man who looks at you the way Isagi stares at the field” 

“I do have to analyze the field before making any moves. Football is not just a sport about the ball, it depends on strategy as well.” 

“The cameraman and I can agree that Isagi’s ass is cake.” 

“Cake?” Isagi asked, confused. “It means a well figured rear.” one of the  crew members said, causing Isagi to go wide eyed, a blush spreading through his cheeks. 

“W-Well, I did workout at the gym and trained on the field along with diet control. I’ll probably do more story updates on what I eat during the day and night on my instagram.” he replied with an awkward smile. 

“I like how Isagi is like a cute blueberry muffin I’d like to wrap in my blanket, but the moment he has his hair up, I am ready to ride him.” 

*silence* 

“I uhm… that is quite interesting… but the only one I’d allow to ride me is my partner.” he said, clearing his throat. “Pretty sure, my mom is watching and recording this.” 

“Isagi in a suit with those thick thighs. Thank you for coming to my ted talk.” 

“That was a rather short talk, but the pants for that suit had to be redone so many times. It was a nightmare.” he sighed. 

“Isagi could take me on the field any day and all I would say is ‘thank you sir.’ “ 

“If you want to play football, let’s schedule a match with time and place. I’ll be there.” he said, pointing at the camera with a smile. 

“If Isagi kicked me like a football, I’d ask him to do it over and over again.” 

“I’m not so sure about that.” he answered with an awkward chuckle. “The studs on my shoe are used to dig into the ground… Can’t begin to imagine the damage it would do to a person’s face.” 

“If I were to ever shake hands with Isagi, I would never wash my hands.” “Rather unhygienic, but very tame compared to the previous tweets.” he said with a smile. 

“My ideal weight is Isagi on top of me.”

“Pretty sure I am more heavy and bulky than I look.” he chuckled, crumpling the paper and tossing it to the side. 

“That was all?” he asked, peering into the empty mug that had chits. 

“Yeah.” the crewmen answered. 

“It’s been… entertaining to do this. I am Isagi Yoichi, and these were thirst tweets.” 

ʚ ɞ Itoshi Rin : 

“What is this?” Rin asked, taking the bucket. 

“There are folded chits inside, you have to open them and read.” the cameraman said. 

“I see,” he replied. 

“This is Itoshi Rin from France P-X-G, and I will be reading your thirst tweets.” he said with a frustrated sigh, reaching into the mug. 

“It never ceases to amaze me that Itsohi Rin can look so flawless yet fuckable.”

“An indirect alliteration in English I suppose? If my stylist didn’t do the job right, he would’ve been fired by now.” he replied, reaching into the  mug to open another chit.

“Itoshi Rin is all it takes to become wet down under.” 

“You get tempted with a name? Pathetic.” he said, crumpling the paper, throwing it behind him. 

“Itoshi Rin could slam me into a wall and whisper the dirtiest things in my ear and I would beg for more.” 

“I am not a fan of scandals. The only thing I will slam into a goal is a ball.” he replied. “Seriously, what is wrong with people?” 

“Itoshi Rin can degrade me till I’m nothing but trash, it’s the only validation I need.” 

“The only validation you need is your birth certificate and citizenship documents,” he answered. 

“I’d be happy to be choked to death by the sexy, veiny hands of Itoshi Rin.” 

“It would end up being a lawsuit and my lawyer had other important matters to attend to, and neither do I want to.” he sighed, eyebrows pinched while crumpling the paper. 

���Itoshi rin is good at insults, might have a thing for humiliation.” 

“Disgusting.” he said, face contorting into a deep snarl with a frown. 

“Itoshi Rin makes me want to learn Yoga. Can he teach me to bend in more ways than one? It would be helpful for future dates.” “I told Matteo to not take pictures for my account, but obviously the fool didn’t listen. Link to my yoga instructor’s  account can be found in the post on my social media. Use that as a reference and leave me alone.” Rin said, throwing the paper behind him. 

“I like sunsets, what I’d love is to watch you go down.” 

“What is this. Wasting your vocabulary skills to type out meaningless flirts rather than actually using it in the corporate world.” Itoshi said, shaking his head. 

“It is illegal for a man to look that gorgeous. Can’t deny it, we’d make pretty babies.” 

“Fantasy. Shameful that you won’t be having that.” he said with a tiny smirk, folding the paper in one hand and throwing it beside him. 

“Itoshi Rin with his tongue hanging out is all I have to think of for release.” 

“Maybe Nii chan was right about it being a bad habit.” Rin muttered. 

“There are so many… I can’t do any more of this. It’ll trigger a migraine and I have a meeting after.” Rin said, setting the mug down. 

“Hope to see some of you filths in the stands in June. This has been Itoshi Rin, reading thirst tweets.” 

ʚ ɞ Shidou Ryusei :

“Oooh!! Puppies!!” Ryusei exclaimed, running towards the said object of excitement. “We had no choice but to get them right?” the cameraman muttered to the crewman. 

“It’s better to balance something cute and innocent with his… spontaneous personality.” the crewman answered, pushing his glasses up. 

“And… we’re rolling.” 

“I’m Shidou Ryusei from Real drid and I will be doing thirst tweets.” Shidou said, reaching into the mug with chits. 

“Shidou Ryusei is feral. I actually dig that.” 

“Really? The amount of criticism I got for that is actually insane. But… good to know I guess.” he said with a shrug, crumpling the paper and putting it aside. 

“Choke me with those thighs, Daddy.” 

“Choke you!!” he exclaimed, laughing while rubbing the chin of a puppy in his lap. “Nah, don’t want to have trouble with the law.” he said, throwing the paper to the side. 

“Shidou Ryusei gives off big dick energy. I guarantee I can make it fit.” 

“Woah.” he said with his eyes bulging out, laughing. “That is some… creativity. I like it.”

“Shidou Ryusei can smash my ass in and I would bend over to say ‘Spank me daddy.’” even more.” 

“Red card for violence.” Shidou hollered, the puppy in his lap barking. “Little guy here agrees with me too.” 

“The things I would let Shidou Ryusei do to me.” 

“The sentence is incomplete, but the picture gets across.” Ryusei said with his tongue sticking out. 

“Shidou Ryusei can read chemicals and I’d take it as dirty talking.” 

“Hm… Chemistry isn’t my thing, since I got scouted right after high school and began my professional career. Maybe some chemicals here and there I could recognize, but not the real actual name.” Ryusei said, crumpling the slip of paper. 

“If Shidou Ryusei was a god, I’d be his daily worshiper.” 

“Make sure to bring Yukhoe and Chainsaw man as offerings.” he said with a smile, giving the puppy belly rubs. “This one was relatively tame, wasn’t it.” 

“Shidou Ryusei can sit on my face and suffocate me.” 

“You guys are really violent today when I’m usually the one that’s told that.” he said, pointing at the camera while a puppy licked his face. 

“It’s illegal that Ryusei lets his sweat drip on the grass and floor when it should be bottled water.” 

“Isn’t that too much salt? Maybe I should take up this idea with Anri chan” he said, showing a toothy smile, spreading his legs out on the floor. With one of the puppies dragging the mug away from him, he looks into the camera. 

“My manager says that’s all for today, folks. This has been Shidou Ryusei, reading your thirst tweets.” 

“Woof!” 

ʚ ɞ Kunigami Rensuke : 

“And what do I have to do with these slips of paper?” the amber haired man asked, eyes filled with curiosity. 

“You just have to read those.” the crewman said. 

“Okay… uh. This is Kunigami Rensuke from Bastard Munchen and I’m going to be reading thirst tweets.” 

“It should be illegal for Kunigami to have an ass shown live for free.” 

“Getting right off the bat aren’t we. Is my ass filmed so much that the ball I’m taking in the front is out of the picture?” he asked, squinting his eyebrows. 

“Kunigami can break my back like a glow stick.” 

“Why do you want to get hurt?” he asked, scrunching his eyebrows, throwing the slip of paper behind him. 

“Watching Kunigami’s muscles shouldn’t be for free.” 

“It was ‘cause of the shot in the locker room wasn’t it? Should’ve told Noa to not let the press in there.” he said with a chuckle, throwing the slip of paper away. 

“I would sell my house to just touch or if I’m lucky spank Kunigami’s ass.” 

“Uhm…” he swallowed, staring at the paper. “The internet is a scary place.” 

“Kunigami can pound me with his left knee and I would still be begging for more.” 

“You guys are really wild huh… “ he said, shaking his head, tossing the crumpled ball of paper. 

“If I were to die, the last meal I beg to have is Kunigami’s ass.” 

“Why is everyone after my ass?!” Kunigami exclaimed, covering his face with his palm. 

“I’d happily buy Kunigami’s bathwater.” 

“Is this from the instagram post that Isagi and Bachira made while we were in the onsen?” Rensuke asked, eyebrows pinching. “Bathwater? Can’t guarantee what you’ll do with it, but since you’re freaks, I’ll leave it to you.” he added with a chuckle. 

“The things I imagine Kunigami would do to me if he tied me up with his sweaty jersey.” 

“Actually, we can’t take our jerseys off. It would be a yellow card.” He said with a straight face, tossing the paper away. 

“The only way I would learn is by being spanked into submission by Kunigami Rensuke.” 

“No comment.” he said, crumpling the paper in his fist with an awkward expression. 

“My doctor filled out a prescription, and the only one that I need is a vitamin D from Kunigami Rensuke.” “I’m not sure which pill to buy you, so I’m not the best person to ask,” he said with a shrug. 

"Well... uh. It's been fun. This was Kunigami Rensuke from Bastard Munchen, reading thirst tweets. Think I need a latte." he said, setting the mug down.

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[strawberry-cowmilk]

Satan's child's relationship with her uncles and the other characters. Headcanons

Hi! That's such a cute and creative idea! (a lot of you are giving me baby fever with these kinds of requests haha) I hope you like what I made of it!

satan's child with the obey me cast

a/n: just to give her some personality, let's say she's the same child I've written for before in my (character) as a dad series, also I'm going to try this new format for this post

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read, child is around 5-6 years old

content warnings: children, child getting forgotten in a car

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brothers (uncles)

satan might not like lucifer too much, but his daughter does! she likes him because, despite his busy schedule, he tries his best to make time for his family. also she thinks the way lucifer says mammon's name while angry is funny. satan started to let his guard down around lucifer because his daughter likes him so much

mammon is great with kids, he's also one of the most fun babysitters out of everyone. only one time mammon wanted to take his brother's daughter to the mall, on the way they drove past a recently opened casino. mammon went in just to see what it looked like but ended up staying for two hours. also he forgot the child in the car (she was fine, satan killed mammon though)

uncle levi doesn't leave his room too much, but when he does, satan's daughter tries to talk to him. she wants to know what her uncle is up to, and would love to play devil cart with him. sadly levi doesn't trust kids in his room full of collector's items

asmo adores her and she adores asmo back. satan and him are good friends anyways. he gets her clothes from majolish, holds uncle-niece tea parties with her (you and satan are always free to join) and lets her paint his nails. even if it looks terrible he'll wear the manicure with pride

she loves uncle beel because he always gives her akudonald's and candy when you and satan said no. sometimes she gets a little too curious and starts to play with beel's heavy workout equipment, in those times beel has to get her away from the stuff before she hurts herself

she wants to get closer to belphie but he doesn't have enough energy to look after an energetic child like her most times. plus one time she saw him put sardines in lucifer's shoes and thought it was mean. during the same time satan was joining the activity (he had to tell his child not to copy what she just saw)

side characters

diavolo is great with children, sometimes when he comes to visit the house of lamentation he brings her gifts and all, of course this makes her like diavolo. sometimes she even makes him little drawings as a thank-you

she doesn't see barbatos too often, a big part of her impression of him comes from the stories she's heard. and those stories kind of make him look like somebody who works 25/8 and wouldn't want to spend time with her

everyone knows simeon is an amazing caretaker, so naturally he's a great option in case you need a babysitter. your daughter loves spending time with simeon, also because she and luke are somewhat close in age. everytime simeon is watching her, he's got a ton of fun activities planned like visiting a zoo or museum (one that isn't boring for kids)

luke was kind of afraid she'd be short-tempered like her father, luckily she's quite the opposite. luke likes to think of himself as a big brother figure, since the two do see each other often and she always asks him to teach her how to bake sweets. simeon thinks it's good for both kids to have a playmate

solomon also thought she'd be a mini avatar of wrath (also every time simeon babysits her at purgatory hall, satan basically threatens solomon to not give her homemade food) she thinks solomon's magic is really cool, sometimes she'll bring him random objects and asks if he can make them fly

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me scenarios #obey me swd #obey me imagines #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me asmodeus #beelzebub obey me #gn!mc #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me barbatos #belphegor obey me #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me luke

[ashes-writing]

wanna be yours part IIII | mcu ; p.maximoff

A/N ;  Whew, shit. Okay, listen.. This one is intense -as the previous 3 BUT BUT.. hear me out. A cute lil lunch date situation. Where they're talking a little more and Pietro isn't being all weird and broody. I mean, he still is because the poor bastard is gobsmacked by cupid right now but anyway, i digress. This idea was cute so when it popped up, I rolled with it a little. I have other cute plans too in light of the plot development that is Stark!Reader and Pietro under the same roof at the towers currently, I can't wait either, holy shiiit.

Pairing ; Pietro Maximoff x Stark!Fem reader.

Timeline / Other Stuff to Note ; this is set after AoU with the caveat that Pietro obviously didn't die. That the Stark Tower has been rebuilt and apparently, for the time being, the team -and Stark!reader, will be cohabitating and also, this only very loosely miiight even halfway follow the timeline of the MCU in general with any changes I see fit. I'm writing this in the pretense that Pietro was gravely injured and as a result, he's currently recovering (rebuilding his superspeed completely as well as some other things). Other parts to this can be found I-here II-here III-here by clicking. It is.. definitely advised to read those first and then come back here.

Tag List ; @beardedbarba and @nos4ra2 are the only people on the taglist . if you'd like to be added to my taglists for anything including my MCU content, please let me know or add yourself -> here.

Warnings ; holy shit.. the sexual tension -and Pietro being a poor broody bastard in love, are real. There's a lil cuteness too. Just to yannow.. break up the tension and intensity.

Other Stuff ; tag list doc || my rules - fandoms and some characters I write for || requests are open (pls.. pls... send me things) but they're limited to headcanon asks + filth/fluff alphabet letters and I'm not accepting wrestling / wrestlers in my ask box. Any other fandom/character but wrestling that I happen to write for is fine and I beg of you -> send me things.

I do not consent to my work being reposted elsewhere or copied/reworked/rewritten and reposted here or elsewhere. You don't own this, I do. So like... don't steal my shit.

Translations, if any ; „Mi-a furat inima”. - she stole my heart + "Când am văzut-o, a fost ca și cum totul în jurul meu... s-a oprit." - “ When I saw her it was like everything around me just…stopped.”

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Today was different. Today when he passed the little dance studio down the hall from the workout room, you weren’t alone. No, you had about 10 little girls present, all ranging in age from 6 to at least 13. There was an older woman present, scowling at Pietro as she shut the door firmly in his face. But Pietro wouldn’t be deterred and he made his way to one of the full wall windows towards the end of the little rectangular shaped room, peering inside.

Watching you as you helped the youngest of the little dancers with her form. Chuckling to himself as he rubbed his chin in thought. And this is where Bucky Barnes found him.

“Kid, we’ve had this discussion. Stark isn’t even gonna let you breathe her air. Why can’t you just find another gal, huh?” the older super soldier held Pietro’s gaze but only barely. Pietro kept stealing glimpses into the little room at you, he couldn’t help himself and it was a compulsion at this point. Bucky chuckles to himself and steps into the path of the young Sokovian’s view. He folds his arms across his chest and clears his throat. “You gonna answer that, Speedy?”

Pietro shrugs. “Because I don’t want another girl.” he admits, his words trailing off at the end. “And I don’t care what Stark thinks of it, either. She is…” he rubs his chin thoughtfully. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me, kid. Look, all I’m trying to do is prevent you from gettin strangled by an overprotective father, alright? Just tell me, kid. ‘S not like I’m gonna tell anybody else.”

Pietro’s antsy. One, because he doesn’t enjoy standing still for long at all and it’s almost impossible to do most of the time thanks to his super human physiology, and two, because he doesn’t enjoy explaining himself to anybody. And he really doesn’t even know how to begin explaining this. But the super soldier blocking his view at the moment isn’t going to let up until he’s gotten his answer, so Pietro finally responds.

„Mi-a furat inima”. 

Bucky rubs his chin. He chuckles quietly. “She did, huh?”

Pietro nods. Chuckles quietly and then he continued, "Când am văzut-o, a fost ca și cum totul în jurul meu... s-a oprit."

“This isn’t some little game to you, huh?” Bucky questions, searching the younger speedsters eyes for any hint that he might be up to something. Given the dubious way that himself and the Maximoff twins entered the fold, he’s just trying to look out for the younger male. They’re kind of the outsiders in the situation. 

When he doesn’t see any sign of his first suspicions being true, he takes a deep breath. “Okay, alright. But if you don’t listen to anything else I tell ya kid, listen to this. Stop lurking around all silent and broody. See, women think they want somebody mysterious and broody but really all most of ‘em want is for the guy to be himself and not be a jackass towards ‘em. The whole lurker thing you’ve got going on is..” Bucky chuckles as he drags the metal hand over his head, “Kinda fucking creepy, alright?”

Pietro nods and he mulls it over.

Stealing little gifts worked when he wasn’t looking for anything serious. The only problem with that whole idea was that he wanted something serious this time. And he wanted to make that known right off the bat. But his sister, Natasha and Bucky all made very good points individually. And they all seemed to agree that the lurking thing just wasn’t getting him what he wanted, and it definitely wasn’t getting him what he wanted any faster.

To quote his twin, you were torn between curious, lusting after him and deeper down, being just a little scared or uncomfortable whenever he tended to hover and lurk wordlessly. 

“C’mon. We’re here to train, punk. Not lurk around outside a dance studio.” Bucky encouraged the younger male, nodding in the direction of the gym.

“Does this mean you are on my side then, Barnes?” Pietro questions warily.

Bucky mulled it over and shrugged. But in a firm tone he added, “If you make me regret this kid, so help me God..”

Pietro takes a deep breath and he taunts Bucky as he takes off in a blue streak blur down to the weight room leaving Bucky to swear in the middle of the hallway.

You caught yourself distracted on more than one occasion as you tried to lead the younger girls you’d been tasked with taking into a class. And this only made the grim-faced old woman grumble in frustration or roll her eyes and throw up her hands in annoyance. By the end of the little class you’d been tasked to lead you were at least halfway sure that you wouldn’t be asked again, so it came as a surprise when the woman lingered a minute or two after the younger girls had left.

“You handled yourself reasonably well. With a little work you could even be kind of good. Not good like me but good.” the woman’s blunt opinion had you biting your cheek just to keep from saying something in a moment of annoyance. It wasn’t as if you asked her to stick around, after all. You managed a smile, you thanked her politely. And the second she was gone from the studio, you shut the door and sat down on the floor, your back leaning against it.

There was a quiet knock at the door and you grumble quietly to yourself as you stand and pull the  door open. Pietro whizzes past and he’s behind you, chuckling quietly as he leans against the barre along the one long mirrored wall.

You pout a little, blowing at sweaty strands of hair sticking to your forehead. Your chest is heaving and Pietro crosses the room. He remembers what Bucky warned him about and the conversation he had with both his sister and Natasha as well.

He remembers that you’re very.. Unsure of him. Attracted to him the same as he is to you, but unsure of him because he just seems to lurk quietly. And he’s always touching, staring.

This is what prompts him to speak up when he can finally manage to stop staring at you. “You look angry.”

You laugh. “Not really. A little annoyed, if anything.” you’re shocked because this is more than Pietro usually says to you for the most part. He steps closer, brows knit together in concern. “Why?” he asks quietly. If there’s anything he can do to ease the situation he knows that he’ll go and do it with zero hesitation and that thought both freaks him out and blows his mind.

The speedster is out of his depth here. You -and the way he feels about you, were never things he planned on having happen to him but now that it has, he’s impatient. Desperate, and oh so annoyed at himself for the way you make him feel. The fact that you’re clearly his Achilles heel -and most certainly a distraction, has him in awe and at the same time, it frustrates him because he doesn’t know what he’s doing. At all.

Everyone before you was at best a surface level attraction. Physical. Short. Fleeting. In and out of his life at twice the speed Pietro Maximoff is used to moving normally.

You laugh softly. “Condescending old hag who was in here earlier shadowing the class she twisted my arm to teach. Then she has the nerve to tell me that if I keep up dancing I might be half as good as her. The last time she had her name in lights was probably before Barnes or Rogers took the serum. And she wasn’t ever actually in anything big. She’s awfully full of herself for somebody who never actually made it.” you feel like a bitch for ranting and saying all the things you’ve just said, but the entire tone the older woman took with you just didn’t sit right at all.

You really are your father’s daughter. You’ve never taken kindly to being talked down to.

You apologize to Pietro for the rant and you nod to the door. “Boxing again?”

Pietro shrugs. He chuckles quietly. “It is something to do to pass the time, draga mea.”

You nod, you laugh softly. Wanda might have mentioned that while she enjoyed having idle time to just decompress after all they’d been through, Pietro was clawing at walls. He didn’t like having idle hands or an idle mind. “It’s because they won’t send you out, right?”

Pietro frowns but he nods. Neither of you seem to notice that the space between your bodies is growing smaller and smaller by the second until you feel the firm and the searing heat you’ve come to affiliate with the speedster you’re pressed against at the moment and the  quietest gasp leaks from your mouth before you can stop it. His hand grips your hip and thick, rough fingers dig against the thin fabric of your favorite leotard. You tilt your head to look up at him. You give this teasing little smile. “Will you just like… relax? I thought my father and I were the definition of all stressed with nobody to choke but you’re so tense I half expect you to take flight any second.”

Pietro takes a shaky deep breath. His thumb rolls over the outline of your hip and he swallows hard. “Relax, she says.” he laughs softly.

“Yeah.” you mumble, gulping to try and get rid of the lump as it grows in your throat. 

“Are you hungry?” you ask the question quietly after at least five seconds have passed and the tension is so thick, so palpable between the two of you that you can’t take it another second. Pietro thinks it over and gives you that lazy little smirk. The cocky one that currently haunts your filthiest dreams.

“Always, draga mea.” and just the husk in his voice when he answers has you squeezing your thighs together until they ache because there’s this light burning in baby blue eyes that tells you he definitely meant the innuendo hidden in the answer.

The only question you’re left with no answer to is whether this is just a game to him or whether he legitimately wants you. The former seems more likely but the latter… The latter is what you desire most down deep.

Before you can even get out that you know a really good diner down the block, Pietro has picked you up and he’s holding you bridal style in strong arms as the downtown area of your city blazes past you in lightning speed, it’s dizzying. So much so that you have to hide your face in his neck and cling to him. But then it’s still. You’re standing body to body outside of the diner in question and he chuckles. 

“Your usual, yes?”

“How’d…” you start to ask him how he knows that but all he gives in response to your half spoken question is one of those cocky little grins and a shrug as he pushes open the door for you and you duck beneath a muscular arm to step into the crowded diner. 

The back booth is the one you always sit at. It’s your seat. It’s been your seat since your father found this place when you were around 6 and he was looking for pancakes after a particularly long night filled with lots of alcohol and lots of swearing and throwing things around in his basement lab at the tower. When he found the little obscure diner, he rushed right back home and woke you up despite all the nanny at the time’s protests.

Because the nannies might have been a necessary evil but they have never been as prominent in your life as your father. 

You shake the memory from your mind and as you slip into the booth on your usual side, Pietro sinks down to sit right next to you. You bite your lip as you glance up at him. Pietro takes a menu, blue eyes scan the list of all the food offered.

“I think, draga mea…” he smiles at you, “I will get what you always do.” and there’s almost this teasing gleam in his eyes as they fix on you. “Has t’ be good if the little noises you make are anything to go by.”

You laugh softly but your body is burning up.

A muscular arm settles against the booth at your back and his fingertips graze against your shoulders. And yet again, your entire body feels like a raw nerve. Like someone’s dragging a live wire over you and sending electricity throughout.

His eyes catch on the photo of you and your father that you’ve chosen as a lock screen. It’s Christmas when you were 5. The year he got you every single Hot Wheels you even gave a backwards glance to at the toystore. And the biggest race track you’d ever lain eyes on. And Tony Stark wouldn’t be him if he didn’t find some way to make the whole thing even better by taking the track, assembling it on a big table he found at some secondhand store in Brooklyn along with motorizing the entire thing.

Pietro laughs and nods to the photo.

“Daddy’s girl, are you?” he teases gently. Almost affectionately. You stick out your tongue and nod. The waitress comes to take your order and once she’s gone again, Pietro is quiet. Staring at the tabletop like he’s lost in thought.

And he is. Because once again, he’s trying to remind himself that in order to get what he wants, it’s not his speed that will benefit him most this time. It’s slowing down the pace. Actually getting to know you. Proving to you that he wants this to be real and he has no intention to go anywhere. That he’s different than the others that Natasha told him about.

That he wants you and he’s willing to do whatever it takes to make that happen.

Slow is harder for him but in this case, it is a necessary evil.

#pietro maximoff #pietro maximoff x stark!fem reader #pietro maximoff imagine #pietro maximoff fanfiction #pietro maximoff fanfic

[positively--speculative]

To be honest, this dude didn't send me the worst messages, but I do think this can be used for teachable purposes:

There are a few things to unpack here:

For one thing, I think this guy has a very oversimplified view of women. I think there are quite a few dudes who have never grown out of the mindset of 'What do women like? Ah...romance! What do women find romantic! Oh! Nice words and promises of devotion! That'll do it!' If this conversation took place ten years ago, he'd probably be one of those dudes who addressed women as "m'lady" and really thought they were doing something unique and different that women were just going to buy. Promises of "love, creativity, and reciprocity," as he puts it probably would look good in the pages of an escapist romance novel, but in real life, you have to define those things. Like, this guy doesn't seem to have the very basic understanding that women's wants vary based on our experiences that shape the people we are. We're human. This means we are complex, but this guy clearly thinks he has this romance thing down to a science.

The other thing? I know this is a dating app, but so many dudes just try to throw on that "romance" hard from the very first message. Like, how are you going to promise to 'change someone's life' for the better if you don't even know that person? Like, I actually *am* considering meeting someone from one of these apps in a safe environment, and one of the things that sets this particular guy apart from others is that he's not laying heavy compliments or trying desperately hard to be romantic. In fact, we're really both kind of going for developing a friendship and seeing where things go from there. We might not even end up dating. But I'm comfortable with the idea of meeting him and seeing where it goes because he seems *genuine* and isn't trying to sell a version of himself that isn't accurate (as far as I know). At first, it felt strange that he wasn't throwing all these compliments about how pretty I am or whatever, but the more time I've had to think about it, the better I think that is. It's a more natural start to a friendship that may or may not turn into something more.

Lastly, as you see in the screenshots, my last message to him was about how he didn't even mention a single thing I wrote in my profile. So, what did he do? He talked about himself but made sure to make his interests as identical as possible to mine (I mention that I love my dog [so he mentioned kittens], analyzing horror movies [so he mentions liking "sociological stuff"], and that I enjoy working out [and I do think it's funny that he has to tell me he works out 7 times a week when I don't even workout 7 times a week. Maybe he does, but it feels like he really felt the need to lay that on heavy]). I'm not interested in dating a clone of myself. Like, yes, it's nice to date someone or even just be friends with someone who has similar interests, but not someone who *only* wants to do things I want to do. To his credit, he does change things up and doesn't just simply copy and paste my interests, but given his previous messages, it still feels carefully crafted.

As an added note, there were some other red flags here. For one thing, to save dudes the time, I encourage them NOT to message me if they take advice from the likes of Elon Musk or alpha podcasters like Andrew Tate because I'm not interested in becoming the obedient and submissive woman they idealize. He goes out of his way to say he doesn't take advice from Elon Musk, but earlier described me to be a "high-value woman" which is a label these loser podcasters love using, so I'm pretty sure he's getting his dating advice from any one or more of them and wondering why he doesn't have women breaking down his door.

In short, here is some advice--If you are trying to find people to date, just be normal. Don't try to sell yourself as a fairytale dream, because flowery romance sold in storybooks is not enough to maintain a healthy relationship and most people aren't going to buy it. It's not pessimism, it's just reality.

For those who find themselves on the other side. Be wary of people who try to sell themselves like this in the very beginning, because more often than not, they are being deceitful. They want to try to appeal to whatever vulnerable parts that might exist in you that want to feel loved and adored. Don't fall for it. Engage with the people who are normal about you. If something is meant to be, the romance will come later in a more realistic framing.

#dating app fails #terfs don't touch #teachable material #advice #life advice

[redflagromance]

Superdim Sunday: Chapter 2

If pressed, she would agree that it was a little crazy to drop everything to drive two hours in the hopes of ruining Hammer's night. She felt vaguely embarrassed by herself throughout the drive, fingers wrapped a little too tightly around the steering wheel.

At least no one knew what she was doing. Her masked activities were clandestine. She could do embarrassing shit and not have it bite her in the ass.

"I don't have to do this." Ji-Min tested out the thought. "I could go home and just let him run wild until he gets picked up by the cops or a local suit."

…Nope, bad idea. Ji-Min sneered. The steering wheel creaked under her grip. The thought was extremely displeasing.

She couldn't let someone else handle him. That was her role and no one else got to do it. She was going to find out whatever half-baked plan he had pulled out of the garbage can of his mind, and she was going to thwart him.

That was what she'd been doing for months now. The newspapers would say that she was a rogue vigilante, with varying degrees of approval. They said that she was Hammer's mysterious nemesis, a shadow that only emerged when he was free to drag him to justice.

The truth of it was that Ji-Min was a massive hater and she couldn't stand to let Hammer have anything.

She stopped at a gas station in a bad mood and got an offensively large cup of tea from a faded machine. It tasted shit. She tossed it out the window and got bottled water at the next stop. The drive really wasn't that long, except that she was too keyed up to turn up music and enjoy it.

The closer to confrontation she got, the more wound up Ji-Min felt. The tension eventually got so high that she parked the car and did some furious calisthenics. She glared at anyone who looked at her, defensive about what she knew was weird behavior. It was necessary.

Ji-Min had spent a lot of time in the gym since her powers came in. If she didn't blow off steam, she'd find herself breaking things by accident.

Before she started driving again, she checked Hammer's social media. Ji-Min leaned on the side of her car and smacked on gum while she scrolled.

"heY r U ready to GOooooo," he had sent to Sunspot.

She'd sent back a thumbs up and a sparkly moon emoji. "Go to bed. You have a big day tomorrow, boss."

"😔 😩 😩 Y don't u love me anymore and be nice o me?"

"Unfortunately, I'm not your one true love 🔨 💕"

"haha 😂 🔥 😘  2 bad!!!"

God, what poor fuckhead was Hammer's 'one true love?' Ji-Min pulled a face and closed the app. Her stomach turned at the thought.

She pushed the disturbing bits away and focused on the eventual crime. If Sunspot was telling him to rest up, then Ji-Min should probably just get a hotel and wait for him to make his move. She sent her sister a text canceling their workout tomorrow morning. Ari sent back a thumbs up and a crying face.

Then she looked up a hotel in the area and checked the price. Feeling spiteful, she logged into Hammer's bank account and sent a $500 transfer to her Swiss bank account. He wouldn't notice. He never did. He might not even know his password. He only ever used his card.

She took a moment to scroll through his recent transactions. Fifty at a gas station, 126 dollars to a pizza place, 7 in ice cream, and a Paypal transfer for 7000 dollars. The note said "clothes."

Her phone chimed. A gray alert came up with some graph and a title about the stock market.

"Oh, fuck," Ji-Min sighed. She opened the app and then went to the settings. She ignored the landing page and its copy of the current stock market happenings. On muscle memory, she opened up the hidden login and typed in the 14 digit code.

The real message showed up.

Warning from Sir Tiger Explosion, it read. Bank robbery this evening in NYC at ….

The tension flooded out of her system. "Again?" Ji-Min snorted. She closed the app and opened up the hater group chat.

Harmes had beat her to it. As she opened it, " 💰 Always love to see someone push the boundaries!!" landed.

Ji-Min cracked a smile. "Innovate. Expand. Boldly go."

"Live laugh love the consistency," said an anon with a pirate hat icon. "Maybe it'll work this time."

"Unlikely," said Harmes. They followed it up with a couple photos of newspaper articles with headlines like "Local Man Attempts to Rob Bank."

Ouch. That wasn't even from the special crimes section. Ji-Min put a crying reaction on the image. Lurkers added crying and laughter reactions as she watched, probably for the same reason.

"Remember when he used the back of his atm withdrawal slip for the ransom note?" Ji-Min typed up. She felt a mean little smile steal across her face.

That got laugh reactions all around.

Feeling better, she shoved her phone back in her pocket and got back in the car. She cranked up the music for the last leg of the drive and arrived at the hotel in a good mood.

She swiped to pay with her Swiss account, and gave a cash tip to the receptionist. She didn't have much to bring in- a gym bag with her change of clothes and kit, as well as the bare basics like a toothbrush and hair supplies. She took her time getting ready by putting her hair up and stacking it with the pins that would support her mask later. When she was done, Ji-Min shrugged on her coat and went for a walk.

She spent an hour casing the city before she decided what to do with her time. Ji-Min got a table at a French restaurant for dinner and ate filet mignon and rabbit. She kicked back in a private corner with a glass of red wine and watched the people eat and walk outside. They were all so distant to her.

She'd never really felt like she was part of the crowd. And now…

Ji-Min finished her glass and left her card carelessly on the table while she went to the ladies room. She saw a server bob their head and hurry over to run the card.

In the bathroom, she checked her hair was staying in place and took a moment to stretch, limbering up her fingers and wrists.

She passed an older woman on her way out. Ji-Min could feel the stare. She didn't deign to look back.

With a yawn, Ji-Min collected her card and slipped it back into her bag. She scribbled a $40 tip onto the receipt and left as much in cash.

It was fully dark out by the time she left. Haunting sirens called out in the distance of the night, tattle tailing on some kind of trouble. She was feeling like trouble herself, personally.

'I'm not ready to go back to the hotel just yet,' Ji-Min decided. She felt the pleasant buzz of anticipation, a thrill down the back of her spine.  Ji-Min slipped her ear buds in and put on something with a thumping baseline beat. She idly used her phone to search the area as she prowled around the streets. The night air was crisp and the air was so fogged with pollution that she couldn't see a single star. It felt exactly like the kind of night for her to be unleashed.

She wasn't too far away from an interesting target.

The Versace store was closed at this hour, and the lights she could see were off. Ji-Min paused outside with her hands in her pockets, looking up. She turned off the music and slipped her headphones into the case.

She could tell that people were still inside. They were probably counting out money and doing inventory. Ja-Min popped in a breath mint and cocked her head at the building, tracking the faint impressions of body heat where workers were moving inside.

It was easier when there were fewer people around. It took her a few minutes to determine how many people were inside and what floors they were on. She casually walked around to the side of the building. She pulled the mask out of her bag and started attaching it, pulling the pins out of her one by one to attach the ribbons to her hair. When she was finished, Ja-Min pulled gloves out of her pocket and slid them on. As she slipped into the shadows, there was no one and no camera to watch her scale the wall.

She settled on a fourth floor window far from any of the lingering employees.

The subtle, cat-burglar type strategy would be to cut a hole in the glass and silently remove it. Hammer would break it with his fist and crash in– but he'd set up a drone first to record it, of course.

Ji-Min took off her gloves so that she could wedge her nails into the frame and pop it clean off. There was an ugly scrape, but the operation was overall very quiet. Ji-Min hummed with concentration and rotated the frame at an angle to maneuver it into the room. She stepped inside and leaned the window against the wall. Then she blinked in the darkness until her eyes adjusted.

She caught her reflection in a mirror while she put her gloves back on. It was hard to tell with her dark eyes, but her pupils were blown out to nearly subsume her whole iris. That was new. The night vision was one of her favorite powers.

When her gloves were back on, she took out a spray bottle and wiped down everywhere she could conceivably have touched on the frame. Then she finally took a look around.

There were cameras.

If the lights had been on, that would have been some small concern. As it was, Ji-Min casually flipped one off and prowled down the deserted department floor. She'd ended up in the home goods section. She dismissed it entirely and crept silently down the stilled escalator.

There was something so poignantly beautiful about the store deserted, dark, and cold.

This was the closest thing to religion that she ever felt.

The first thing she picked up was a thick bangle. It had the brand name emblazoned on it. "This is fugly," Ji-Min said, lips pulling up into a smile. She clapped it onto her wrist. "I don't even want it." She checked the price and let out an incredulous little giggle. "Incredible." She ran a gloved finger down the display and picked up a ring. "Gaudy." She paused. "This has potential, though."

Ji-Min worshiped in a daze as she slipped rings, bangles, earrings, and hair accessories into her bag. She was faintly tempted by shoes and a red dress, but even in her haze she knew better than to take anything that indicated personal information like her size. She could go to another store and buy what she wanted later.

She ended up with an eclectic mix stuffing her purse to the brim. Some of it she would sell, and some she would wear.

She barely remembered leaving. It was as easy as entering had been. She tucked the mask away and made her way back to her bed for the night.

The hotel room was larger than she needed. She turned the bathwater on and asked room service for a pot of tea. When it arrived, she sat it on the edge of the tub and went through her skin care routine. When she finally slipped into the water, she was perfectly relaxed.

After a while, she thought to snake her arm out to grab her phone and check on Hammer again. He'd changed his profile photo since the afternoon. This one was shirtless. Ji-Min let out an annoyed sigh, but her heart wasn't really in it this time. He'd let on more of the details for his plan since she'd last checked.

"The Planetarium?" Her skeptical voice echoed in the steamy air. "Is this going to be like the thing he did with that Aquarium?"

Just like that, her blood pressure was back up.

#Superdim #Superdim Sunday #deplorably devoted to you #deplorably devoted #redflagromance #short story

[eggmarmalade]

Relationship rant incoming

*gets home from work, starving, exhausted, stressed about doing a 4th day in the office in a row tomorrow, running extremely low on spoons*

Bf: do you mind if I push dinner back like 2 hours so I can gym first?

Me: actually yeah that doesn't work for me I need to eat soon

Bf: okay then we can go after dinner

Me: ....we?

Bf: come onnnnnn it's good for you

Me: I really do not think I have it in me

Bf: *continues to argue with me*

Me: *after a lot of trying to say no and being argued with* okay fine whatever

-

*in the car, on the way to the gym*

Me: this is me warning you I have had a very long day I am very stressed and there is a strong chance I will have a breakdown when we get home and I realise I still have to shower and get all my shit ready for the office tomorrow

Bf: nahhhhh you'll be fine

-

*in the gym*

Bf: *asks to workout together then doesn't tell me what move we're doing next so I have no idea what weights to choose* *when trying to copy him fails and I ask where I'm supposed to feel it tells me I'm doing it wrong*

Me: *feeling close to the edge* I'm just going to do my own thing

Bf: gives me a look™️, one akin to eye-rolling which makes it very clear he thinks I am being a drama queen

Me: *bursts into tears, very obviously and loudly*

-

I don't know what to fuckin tell him man like, I warned him. And now it's 40 minutes later and I'm just sat in the car and he still isn't done in the gym.

[dzpenumbra]

6/28/23

I don't even know where to start with today. I surprisingly slept decently. I don't know if I dreamt, but I slept at least 6 hours. I got up and immediately started setting up a business account on Stripe.

I was browsing an art subreddit trying to figure out how to like... process payments as a freelance business. I honest have only done a handful over the years, because my pushover ass just gave away thousands of dollars worth of art for free. The few that I did for money, I used PayPal. But that was... almost 10 years ago, and I was reading that it's not the best for this kinda stuff.

I got super overwhelmed just trying to read stuff about business. It's like nails on a chalkboard for me, I swear. I think it's an emotional wall thing, like a trauma thing. I don't know. I just get super overwhelmed and have a really hard time focusing, and have to re-read things like 10 times and I just get super frustrated. But I got through it. It took like 2 hours, but I decided to put my PayPal account aside for now, keep that personal... and set up a business Stripe account, dedicated to my art stuff. And it's done, it's set up. I started going through the process of sending an invoice, it was surprisingly pretty simple, and really customizable, and looked really snazzy once I put a color scheme and logo in there.

I did yoga, which was very relaxing. Very low-key, very chill, and very positive. I'm very glad I chose that video today. I watched a video before it about orange cats (my cat was orange) and it made me really miss having pets, and I got a really strong sudden urge to go out and adopt two older cats. A few things stopped me. 1). I have a plant in the house that is toxic to animals, the Night-Blooming Jasmine, and I really don't want to worry about it. 2). I don't want to worry about coming home to a destroyed house if I ever decide to go out. 3). I don't have a vehicle or a ride, so if there is a vet emergency, I'm really fucked. 4). I'm just not really there yet, emotionally. But yeah, it was nice to just reflect fondly on my time with my cat. And chill yoga after was a nice transition. Then a pretty gentle workout. It was a pretty good start to the day.

I was nice and calm, I had the security of having payment processing ready and available, taxes should be processed through it too. The exercise was pretty calming too, so I was really in a pretty good place. Then I messaged the guy who commissioned a tattoo design. I reached out to get info from him - what medium he wanted (either hand-drawn or digital), to get his email for the invoice, and to let him know I planned on charging half upfront, half when I finished. That's how I always planned to. I sent him that on Instagram, which he said was his preferred contact point, and started drafting something.

I "drafted"... for 3 hours. I had a pretty good idea of what he wanted, he gave me a reference photo and said he wanted a specific pose - the owl swooping to the side with its claws out, hunting - but with the head turned so it was facing the viewer. I got the foundation started, and it started to take form and it was really looking good. It's really hard to do believable realism that is altered from reference pictures. At least for me. My way of doing realism has been just basically... replicating what I'm looking at. Like... do I have an example on hand? ...

There, that's a portrait I drew --- well, duh... --- but I just... pulled up a reference picture and pulled it up on my laptop and had my piece of... I think this was on Bristol paper, and just started drawing. And there it is. And it's not an exact copy, of course. But that's just... how I've always drawn a lot of my work. So... say you wanted to do this piece... but... without a beard. Right? That... honestly wouldn't be too hard, but it would take some really educated guesses. Or other reference pictures showing what his jaw structure looks like, what kind of chin he has, whether he has jowls (I doubt it, but you never know), whether he has a pronounced philtrum or not, etc. Again, you can kinda eyeball this and get an idea, but... you'd have to be psychic to get it 100% accurate. You're literally working without information.

Now... imagine drawing this portrait... but with the head rotated 1/4 to the right so his face is looking over your right shoulder... with no reference material on other angles. It's doable, and the more I think about it the more I want to challenge myself to try it sometime... I'm actually getting really excited about that, now that I think about it. But like... yeah, you need to have a pretty comprehensive understanding of anatomy and lighting to be able to do that accurately, believably. And, again, you're working with information that is not provided, so you have to fill in blanks. How wide is his ear? How long is his skull? What shape is it? Is it more oblong or round? How far does his nose extend off his face... Is the tip of the nose pointed, rounded or flat? How sunken in are the eyes? How much do the jaw or lips protrude? Is there over or underbite? How pronounced is the brow? A lot of the depth information you can kinda... deduce from the darkness of the shadows, but some features can get a little hard to predict. And sometimes even tiny little differences can make the face look completely different.

This is really advanced shit, and not stuff I have spent too much time on. Again, I have spent most of my time doing either... weird surreal stuff from my imagination, abstract work, cartoonish stylized stuff or or realism direct from reference. And this dude didn't have a reference. Well... he kinda did, but he wanted the head turned 90 degrees.

So I pulled up Krita and did three separate sketches. I got one really close to where I wanted it, just drawing the bird he liked the pose of. Then I went and turned the head to look at the viewer. And, in the sketch, it looked... well, it looked believable. It looked organic. I don't think it would ever happen, so it didn't entirely look natural to me. I mean, you'd have to really surprise an owl to get its attention mid-swoop as it's calculatingly slowing its descent towards its dinner. But here's where I got with it. When you turn your head to the right and look over your right shoulder... do it now so you can sorta feel what I'm talking about. Pay attention to your left shoulder. It takes some pretty strong deliberate effort to not move your left shoulder when you do that. Now... owls are notorious for their ability to independently rotate their necks, I get that. But I don't really know enough about bird anatomy to understand what's going on under the feathers there. So... that's the problem I started to run into.

First - it felt like the left wing would move with that head movement, because it wasn't so much of a swivel of the head, it was more of a lean, like craning the neck, kinda. And the movement of the left wing would change... pretty much everything. I would have to figure out the angle of descent, where the wing bones were hiding behind the torso, where the shoulder socket is, find those new locations and change the entire wing rotation to match the right wing's angle. That's like... pretty basic aerodynamics, like... what happens when you go to fly a kite, but one side isn't perfectly flat, it's kinda bent back a little... Yep, it just goes spiraling. And most people don't notice this kinda stuff in art specifically... but I think a lot of people can sorta feel something a little uncanny about it when its off. Like... they can tell it's a drawing. On the flip side, when those details are accurate, the "wow factor" is much more significant.

I struggled with this for about an hour. Adjusting the wing angle, tweaking, all that. In hindsight... I probably shouldn't have started working on the piece at all, even a sketch, without payment first. But yeah, I got on a roll so I went with it. And eventually I found a comfy place to settle the wing. And that was actually a bit easier than the next part. So... rotate your head to the right again. This time, pay attention to what happens to the skin on the right side of your neck. It kinda bunches up, kinda creases. Here's the fun thing with fur and feathers... you don't technically have to know what's going on with the skin under the fur/feathers, but again, it helps with believability... But either way, when the head rotates, it's at very least going to smoosh up feathers and create some dark shadow creases. So I had to figure out where those creases would form when bunching up against the shoulder, and figure out how this ripple would alter the feather patterns. And I got that pretty decent.

Then I started to just... add in "color". Translating the color to black and white and blocking the color by area, with intention of adding detail later.

Given how much I got done in such a short time, I was worried I kinda overcharged the guy. I went off how much work I did on the last owl - a realistic Barred Owl... the one in my profile picture. It took over 40 hours total, it was a full page so... I think 11"x14"? A bit smaller than that to add a margin in. Full color, lots of detail, that size... This guy wanted an owl with less detail, black and white, and 5"x7". So... I estimated that would take about 15 hours. I think it was a fair estimate. But I'm not sure how much of that time was spent blending colors, you know? I don't know. I was a little worried I overquoted considering how much I got done in such a short time digitally today.

Welp, he messaged me back at 11PM. Right when I was getting ready to make some dinner and fire up my stream. He backed out of the commission. He said his tattooist offered to draw and tattoo the whole thing for what would end up being... about $200 less for him than having me draw it and her ink it. Again... I probably shouldn't have started without getting paid first. I know. But honestly, it was good practice. And I enjoyed it. And I tried to be really supportive of him and tell him I understand and tattoos are a super important decision and I'm glad to have been part of the progress, even if it was just a creative spark that helped him find what he wanted on his body permanently. And I do mean that. Even though it fucks me over, even though I could really use some idea of what to do with my life. Even though this gave me some purpose and direction... I do mean it. I don't want to fuck someone over just to get money. But I can't allow myself to bring that price down to fractions, that's just... naw. Like... I would have to do like $100 to meet what the tattooist was proposing and stay in the game, and I had already done like... $75 worth of work on this? So yeah... I don't think it was gonna happen.

Again, I just really wish I had some coaching, or at least a second pair of eyes on this shit. I almost called my mom even, I'm really glad I didn't. It ran through my head while making dinner to maybe call my old advisor at some point, the then head of the Art department at my old college. I think she still works there. But like... I haven't talked to her in... since 2010? Good lord. Oh wow. Time fucking flies. And... I don't know if she really liked me... I was always a very free spirit and I made a lot of weird shit. I don't think she really... got what I was doing with a lot of my stuff. Hell, I'm not sure I even get what I was doing back then either. I was all over the place. But hey, some things never change, yeah? XD

I just feel... I feel like I need a mentor. And I get stuck in this shitty place where I'm like... Okay, half of me is going "just swallow your pride and pretend you're in college getting on stage to do a gig... and just go to a tattoo shop and check out their art and talk shop and see if they need any help working the counter or something." That said... I'm going to be 37 in a few months, I don't have any on-paper work history since... probably 2015? I have pretty debilitating mental health shit I'm battling on a regular basis, I'm writing this at 5:30 AM so I'm fully nocturnal, I have no references. Not even friends or family as references. I mean, what I do have going for me? I don't have a criminal record, I am a hard worker, a very fast learner, I go above and beyond and I have an extensive art history, and tattooing experience. But here's an even bigger catch than the life stuff I mentioned above... I'm not even sure I want to be a tattooist. I've entertained the idea just so I can... be around creative people, and get paid. Like... I might be the only actual artist with an art degree and 15 years of experience who legit only wants to work the counter. I'm not sure I could really take the permanence and pressure of inking skin anymore. And my hand is much shakier than it used to be.

But lets be honest here. I'm coming from almost 3.5 years of extreme isolation. I haven't seen a human face in... 2 days? And that was quickly passing people in the hallway. I leave my apartment maybe once a week. And I'm going to be... working a counter at a tattoo shop, around people all day every day? Do we see this going well?

I don't know. I'm just really overwhelmed, and balls-deep in impostor syndrome. And I've been having a pretty constant existential crisis for the past 24 hours. I'm just kinda biding time until therapy. Which... get this... is going to be my last therapy session for a month. Then it's total isolation. And I don't have a plan. So... I don't know, man. I just don't know what to do. I really don't.

The worst part? I got really inspired. XD I got a really cool idea. I've had this idea for a long time now of... making an animated piece that's similar to my abstract bubble-like designs, but simulating mitosis. I think I've described it here before. And I'd still like to play around with that sometime, maybe. I spun off of this with the thought... "if I want to be like... a gallery artist... like a fine artist... if that's my thing... then what would I submit to a gallery?" And I definitely have a theme going of this abstract organic stuff. I have the necklace and the mala, I have the skull, I have the digital piece I'm working on... I even have the Be Here Now sign, but that's more for me... but the big thing that caught me was the series I was doing of ink drawings. That could easily be a series in a gallery. BUT... (there's always a but, isn't there...) they are all very deliberately drawn with the holes in the paper in mind, meaning... they are intended to be kept in the sketchbook they are in, and viewed as a series that is flipped through. And that's just not gonna fly in a gallery. I can't have strangers flipping through my sketchbook with their sweaty oily sausage fingers. It's just not gonna happen. So... I don't know, I could crop them. It's possible. But the second part to that thought was... they were intended to be viewed as a series and the series is supposed to be the entire sketchbook. I did 10 drawings, they took about 2 days average apiece. The sketchbook is over 45 pages long. It's doable, but it's gonna take time. The third part of the thought was... ooo, I could combine the mitosis idea with this "flipbook" series idea... and just do this pattern as one big bubble... then 2 on the next page... then 4... then 8... I just.. I don't know if that's too... boring. I feel like the transformation and movement of it is really the most engaging part. Not just seeing the effect of growth, but seeing the growth itself.

But yeah, that's kinda where I'm at right now. Kinda floundering and not sure what to do with myself. Very deep in impostor syndrome. Feeling like a complete waste of space that just sits around and makes crappy art that no one cares about, that has no rhyme or reason. On the flip side, though... I have an established business account and a way to process direct payments for anything now... art lessons, music lessons, tarot readings, jewelry. If I want to do the farmer's market shit, I can just order a card reader, they're like... $60 I think?

So... at the end of the night, I decided to work on some beads. At very least I have that.

I'm gonna chill on this work talk because it's really fucking with the existential dread shit. And I've been going for hours now. Tarot and then bed.

Past - Ten of Swords, inverted (The death of a way of thinking, or a state of mind.  An ending that has been forced upon you causing mental anguish; illness, betrayal. ) Present - Knight of Wands, inverted (Creative potential, vivacious, not afraid of a challenge, he is naturally disarming and uses it to his advantage.  Passionate, complete dedication to anything enrapturing.  When in extreme, he can be a daredevil; reckless and potentially dangerous.) Future - Page of Cups (Pure emotion. Innocence, wearing one’s heart on their sleeve. Channeling one’s inner child.)

It's baaaack. This one starts with inverted Ten of Swords. This being... the death of a way of thinking. A mindset, paradigm or world view. And the inversion here kinda feels like... stuck.

This is connected to inverted Knight of Wands. I'm still shaky on my face cards, but Knight of Wands is the bearer of the flame. The beginning of the creative fire. He's energetic and creative and enthusiastic. Inverted here I would read as either... difficulty connecting with this rogue-like personality... or being stuck in some of the more unsavory aspects when that personality is out of balance. Like being a daredevil or taking unnecessary risks. (I dunno about that one... XD)

The conclusion is Page of Cups. Page of Cups is the young, eager, brave, childlike navigator. He guides the ship through stormy seas by following the guidance of his heart.

Hey, I just did a reading without even opening my reference doc. How cool is that? :) Time to fill in definitions and connect some dots here.

Alright, Ten of Swords I did recently. In this chain of events, I guess... honestly, I'm not sure. I want to say clinging to a way of thinking that... is past its prime, that has elapsed. That I should be moving on and I'm just sorta laying on the ground suffering. I'm just not sure which state of mind it's referring to. I've changed so much. This is leading me to what could be a really big creative breakthrough... but something is off with it. Something is out of whack, unbalanced. In my notes, I likened Knight of Wands to a moment when I called a friend over to watch me snowskate because I had a gut feeling I was getting close with my first varial flip and I wanted someone to witness it. And I had this... suave confidence to me, and I was just like... "watch this"... and I went and did it first try, probably the smoothest varial flip I've ever done. Because I was confident and I full committed to it. That's the vibe I get from Knight of Wands, full-commit with creative endeavors. Which - just like with skating - is legendary when it lands, but if it's unbalanced... it can be a bit dangerous. That's why I get a little... off-put when I see inverted Knight of Wands. It makes me think of when I went kayaking in a river with a friend the day after a hurricane, and the river was super flooded and all whitewater, and we both almost died. It was flat-out stupid and I still get fucking haunting chills just thinking about it. Ugh... horrible feeling. Like "I am so fucking lucky, I shouldn't be alive." So... I get a little spooked when I see inverted Knight of Wands, but that's just how I'm reading it and it might not be as severe as I fear. Maybe it's just that my confidence and cavalier nature with setting my art prices lost me the commission. Idk. Either way, this leads to a potential future of... Learning from this and... connecting with my emotions more. Purely. Innocently. Following my heart and allowing myself to be a bit clumsy, be a bit naïve, but all passion, all play, all from the heart.

I guess I just don't really know what my heart wants.

My heart is lonely. That feels like a given. It wants friends, it wants to play, it wants to joke and laugh and goof off. I just don't know what it wants... career-wise. And that's been the big struggle the past two days. And god fucking damn do I need a mentor to just talk to about this. Someone who can be patient with the perpetual push-and-pull tug-of-war in my head, and help me find a place in life where my passions and drive and really fucking abnormal lifestyle can flourish rather than be a hinderance. There's gotta be a way.

Instead of linger on that, I'm going to look at the placeholder card. A new one!!! Six of Wands, inverted. Ha! Six of Wands is... praise and recognition. Inverted, blocked or dysfunctional, not working, out of balance, presenting itself but I can't connect with it functionally. Yep. That's a tough one. As I regularly read Stream Summaries that average less than 1 viewer.

But looking on the bright side? A guy approached me after a year and a half, he remembered my owl drawing streams from 2021. He specifically commissioned me based on my skill, when I had like... 1 viewer, if that. He said it was specifically because he wanted to support me as an artist. That meant a lot to me, and still does. Even though he can't afford this, regardless of whether I made the price too high, he still appreciates my art. He still thinks my work is so good that he wants it inked into his dermis for the rest of his life. I can't let that sentiment slip away, I can't let shit block me from engaging with that praise. Because that's a really big compliment.

I have no idea where things are going to go from here. But for right now, I'm just going to take it one day at a time.

#diary #journal #online journal #stream of thoughts #stream of consciousness

[bluemusickid]

That Blue-Eyed Boy

Pairing: Gym Trainer!Jake Jensen x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, 18+, enemies to lovers (sorta), Jake being Jake, oral sex, masturbation, hot stuff, shameless PWP, purely self indulgent smut, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy), sexy talk (bad), MINORS DNI

A/N: Hiyaaaa. So smut has been long overdue on my blog and I'm gonna give it to you (excuse the pun lol). I wrote this for the amazing @sweeterthanthis 's 6K challenge. Lau, you are a gem and you deserve every follower, if not more, which you definitely have by the time this fic is out lol. Love ya, hope I'm not too late, heh. 😅 I based this on a story one of my friends told me about how she nearly hooked up with her trainer (i'm glad she didn't tho, he was...bad.) anyways, hope it doesn't seem too illogical. Shameless PWP here lol.

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Prompt 44. “I’m gonna treat you so nice, you’re never gonna let me go.” - Pretty Woman

Walking into the gym, you prepared yourself for another day of arduous exercises. This had been SUCH an oversight on your part. Turning 25 was bad enough without your brain telling you that it was time you slowed down on clubbing and paid more attention to your health.

So you took up that gym membership that your friends had gifted you. Like A FOOL. You remembered the first day you entered, the day of reckoning. You’d spent wayyy too much on a new workout wardrobe, and Lulu Lemon was a bad idea to visit when tipsy.

And on top of that, your trainer was an asshole.

Jake Jensen. Blond bastard. The sun had nothing on how bright he was everytime you saw him in the gym. The first time you’d met he’d been suuuper enthusiastic, taking you all around the gym, selling you all the features and “vibes” of it. You’d never forget his parting words to you, "I’m gonna treat you so nice, you’re never gonna let me go."

Fat chance. The first day was a disaster according to you, but as per his theory, "learners are winners!" Christ. His optimism would be the death of you. Or him, if he pissed you off enough. You were close to hating him, but his cheerful disposition couldn't bring you to commit to your hatred.

You surprised yourself when you completed 2 months of diligent exercising. Not that you would ever admit it to him, but you'd come to enjoy it as well. On the days you would feel especially lazy, you would get a "come on, trooper!" text from Jake, prompting you to groan yet reluctantly pull on your pants.

"You know, there's a word for people who work out all day and do nothing else." you'd grumbled once, after a particularly hard set.

"And what might that be?"

"I think, and please forgive my French, but it's Loser." you shot back, ignoring his chuckle as he added another plate to your bar.

"If helping people reach their goals and be fitter makes me a loser, then i'll gladly be the biggest loser, sweetheart." he drawled with a wink, lazily adjusting his pants.

And as much as you tried to ignore it, you couldn't deny, that Jake was kinda hot. He tried to be subtle, but you caught him checking you out once or twice, his cheeks reddening as he'd realised he'd been caught. You couldn't blame him; you'd done the same. He wore the tighest dri-fit t-shirts, accentuating all of his muscles. That man had the body of a Greek God. Not that THAT mattered, but dammit, you were only human. You'd seen him do squats and pushups, and fuck if that didn't make you horny. He was annoying, sure, but you didn't complain when you saw him workout. It wasn't just his physique, it was his passion. He was passionate about his job, which might've been weird to some, you included, but also a major turn on. Which is why it was extra tough when you were asked to bend forward more, or catch your legs, your mind ONLY choosing to focus on the innuendo.

You walked into the gym, preparing yourself for another day of crab walking and crying in pain everytime you had to move your body.

"Hey trooper, ready for our animal flow class?' you heard him, wincing as you could practically imagine him bouncing with energy. How the fuck was he so bubbly? Did he take some special kind of pills? Uhoh, better not ask that question, you mentally berated yourself.

"Yes. But go easy on me."

"That's not my style, trooper. Go big or go home." He said with a grin and a wink, sauntering off to get his gear ready. You groaned. An hour of him stretching and bending was not bound to end well for you. Oh well, might as well get it over with. You were bound to be drenched that day, one way or another.

The class was hard. Every muscle of yours seemed to scream in agony as you tried to gracefully move into the different poses, failing to do so. And it didn't help when Jake would walk over to you to steady you, his hand touching you ever so softly. Every time you felt him, your breath hitched. His whispers of assurance, of him saying 'you can do it, sweetheart' went straight to your core. When he praised your form, you swore you could've seen his eyes darken just a little as he huskily whispered, "good girl."

The hour went by pretty quickly after that. Your panties were probably wetter than your gym attire. All you wanted to do was take a nice cold shower and go home and curl up with your trusty Wand. With that thought in mind, you walked back to the lockers. You passed by the sauna on your way, absentmindedly glancing through the door which was slightly cracked open. What you saw knocked the wind out of your lungs.

Jake was sitting there, legs wide apart, completely naked. It was unlike anything you'd seen before. It was a bit hard to see, but he was completely drenched, droplets of sweat and water dripping down his chiselled torso. His thighs, the most muscular thighs you'd ever seen were spread apart, showing you, oh-

Oh. My. GOD.

He was...big. Bigger than what you had ever seen. You nearly squeaked at the sight. It didn't help your current state of love-hate; where admittedly, you were leaning more towards love than hate. He shifted a bit, his thighs tightening and giving you a better view of the subject of many wet dreams of yours.

It was with great difficulty that you tore your eyes away from him, slowly making your way to the girls' locker room. How you managed to walk away from that was a feat in itself, and you were sure that you deserved a medal. But you knew it was wrong.

How would you even broach the subject? Hey, I know you're just my trainer but I accidentally saw your cock and now I can't stop thinking about it? UGHH.

You walked into the shower cubicle, looking forward to a nice, cold shower. You would not think about the menace and his perfect, thick, meaty...

You couldn't help your hand from sneaking down, towards your core. It was like you were an out-of-body spectator, and your body and libido were working in tandem. You circled your nub, gently at first, increasing the pressure ever so slightly. Your eyes were wrenched shut as you imagined Jake's hands in place of yours, moving in-and-out of few, slow at first, but then increasing in his speed. You were close, you could feel it; your climax dangerously close. You heard yourself moan Jake's name in the heat of the moment, wishing that he could've been the one filling you up.

The door opened at that moment, your eyes flying open as you saw a pair of gorgeous blue eyes stare back at you; the same blue eyes you had been fantasising about. Oh, FUCKETY-FUCK.

"What the HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" you screamed, struggling with your towel.

He had the decency to avert his eyes as he stumbled back, covering his eyes.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm so sorry, but I heard your shower running and presumed that someone had left it on by mistake. The gym was empty so I decided to do a last minute check before I left, and t-then I heard my name..." he trailed off, apologetically, his cheeks redder than a tomato.

You wanted the ground to swallow you up. He'd heard you. He'd heard you masturbate, and TO HIM. This had to be the worst day ever. Staring at the cubicle door, you figured it was best to clear the air.

"Could you turn around please? I'm coming out."

You tentatively opened the door, peering out to see his back. His gorgeous ba-

NO. FOCUS.

"Umm, I guess I should explain before it gets even more awkward." you chuckled, nervously. You couldn't see his reaction, and you were equal parts happy and weirded out about that.

"I..do have...certain feelings for you...and I kinda wish that you hadn't found out...this way..., but if you can please just forget about what you saw..uh, heard, I would be really grateful." you grimaced, the little speech sounding worse when you said it out loud.

For a moment, he said nothing. You were about to ask him to say something when he turned around, his eyes impassive, but darker.

"Forget about what, trooper?"

Walking towards you slowly, he stopped in front of you, his hot breath taking over your senses. He bent down, your lips close enough to touch, but not quite.

"Let's see if you want me to forget."

He closed the distance between the two of you, his lips on yours in an instant. You couldn't process what exactly was happening, your eyes the shape of saucers. But then your brain complied as you savoured the feel of his suspiciously soft lips, his tongue begging for entrance. You moaned, arms snaking around his neck, holding him to you; the towel the only barrier between your engorged nipples and his chest.

You lost all track of time, your tongues meshing together as your hands roamed, marvelling at his taut body, pulling up the tshirt slightly to properly feel him. He groaned, pulling back, panting as he asked you with a small grin,

"Still want me to forget, sweetheart?"

You growled as you pulled him back to you, fingers grabbing onto his hair for support as you attacked his lips with yours. The sudden action caused your towel to drop, baring you to his eyes. He pulled away from your kiss, dropping small kisses till he reached your breasts. He touched them softly, bending down to take a stiff nub in his mouth, the soft caress of his tongue causing your mind to go haywire. You tugged on his hair, wanting the same treatment for your other nipple. He complied, swirling his tongue around the fleshy mass, softly biting, and alternating between licking and biting.

You could swear that you had never been this turned on or wet before. This man was a wizard with his mouth. Popping off your boob, he looked at you as his hand ventured lower, softly swiping through your wet folds. You gasped as you hitched a leg on his waist, wanting more.

"Christ, babe, you're so wet." He breathed, his fingers gaining momentum as he watched your face contort in pleasure, slack-jawed.

You hung on for dear life as you felt yourself nearing your climax, yet again. You undulated against his hand, his palm bumping against your clit. This pushed you over the edge as you moaned loudly, clinging to him as your walls constricted around his fingers.

You dropped your head to his shoulder, leaving small kisses as you both caught your breath. In one quick movement, Jake backed you up against the wall, his hand moving to his pant button.

"I want to taste you, but I'm too horny, babe. Will make it up to you later, I promise." He grunted, hurriedly pulling his pants down, taking himself in his hand. You stared at his gorgeous thick cock. The tip was red and he was already leaking precum. You took him in your hand, swiping your thumb over his tip. He took a sharp breath, thrusting himself into your hand. Hitching your leg over his waist again, you guided him to your opening, before leaning over to whisper in his ear,

"Show me whatchya got, trooper."

With that, he began to move, like a man possessed. Gathering your wrists in his hand, he held them up, using it as leverage to push into you harder. You moaned, running your tongue lightly over his jaw, the soft beard prickly against your flesh. He groaned, looking at you before latching onto your lips for another mind numbing kiss. You were all heady sensations; no thoughts in your mind. All you could do was hold on as Jake fucked you into the wall. You felt the coil winding up, your legs shaking as you felt it building up again.

"Jake...i'm..cumming.." you sqeaked, winding your arms around him to hold yourself up.

Reaching down, he swirled his fingers around your swollen nub, slightly flicking the top. That pushed you over the edge as you screamed, running your fingernails across his back. He cried out, emptying himself inside you as he felt your walls engulf him tightly, pulling out every last drop from him. Your legs were shaking from the onslaught of your violent orgasm, thankful that he was holding you upright.

He put you down gently, a moment or two later, wiping you with your discarded towel. You were unsure of what to say to him, now that you were thinking clearly. You were sure he would probably terminate his coaching with you, transferring you to someone else.

Which is why you were pleasantly surprised when he left a passionate kiss after cleaning you up.

"You have no idea how much i've wanted this. Training you was a task. The only thing I wanted to do was bend you over every piece of equipment in the gym and fuck you senseless."

Your breath hitched at his honest words. Damn, all that worrying was for nothing, you realised.

"I wanted the same." You whispered. He raised his eyebrow, his eyes glinting mischievously.

"So what now?" You asked, getting dressed. It was weird, doing that in front of him but he seemed unfazed.

"I'll still be your trainer here, that is if you still want me to be."

"Of course."

"Then that settles that. Of course, we still need to figure out our situation outside the gym." He murmured, leaving a small peck on your lips.

You sat on your couch, sipping your cool white wine. What a day it had been. You truly hadn't expected something like this to happen, and yet, it had, and it was one of the best sexual experiences you'd had, no lies. Even now, reliving it hours later, brought a smile to your face, your core tightening in response.

Your phone buzzed at that very moment, breaking you out of your delicious daydream. It was from Jake. You opened it, heart beating in anticipation.

I'm coming over with tequila and pizza. Hope you're ready, trooper.

You grinned, getting up to get ready for him. He was right, you realised. He treated you so nice, you were never gonna let him go.

Lmao yesssss, this was shameless PWP, but oh well. I needed it. DESPERATELY. I apologize for any mistakes, I typed this on my phone.

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[kiribaku-queen]

Sexercise [18+]

TW: rough sex, multiple partners, overstimulation, oral sex, penetration, spanking, choking, hair pulling, smacking (face), fingering, bruising

Word count: 6.8K

Summary: When you go to a new gym for special workouts but you aren't getting your needs met. Your trainer is here to help, offering special sessions to help get both of your sexual frustrations out.

A/N: Okay, shit writing BUT just think about the concept. I took the liberty of writing this piece because I couldn't get it out of my head!! This collab was really fun to do! Although stressful, I would love to do it again! Check out all the other writer's work for this collab! They are all so talented and just W O W

Inspired by the Korean Webtoon: Sexercise! It's actually really good and I was so obsessed with it. Here's my version but with Bakugou <3

Also, sorry if I tag the trigger warnings wrong >< I'm so new to this!

You stepped out of the freshly, hot shower, carefully drying every inch of your body before putting on the exercise clothes the gym had provided you.

You know. You didn’t bring your own clothes and the gym gave you some to wear? Well, this isn’t your typical gym.

It all started when you saw their promotion flyer hidden behind many others on the bulletin board on your way home. You’ve been meaning to get back to the gym and this one looked promising. A new form of exercise that’ll make you come back for more? Curiosity got the best of you and you headed to the gym to check it out.

Upon arriving, it looked like a regular gym. They had all the necessary equipment that you see in any gym. What’s so special about this gym? And what ‘new form’ of exercise were they talking about, you asked yourself.

“Hi, are you new here?” you hear a voice from behind you. You spun around to see a beautiful, fit woman greet you.

“Ah, yes I’m actually looking to sign up for that new form of exercise written on this flyer,” you explained, showing the lady the flyer you picked up. She grabbed it from you, shocked and disbelief written all over her face.

“Who the fuck did this?” she grumbled under her breath. But she did it right in front of you so you heard everything she said. She didn’t sound too happy, by the way her eyebrows crunched in rage. Her reaction made you back away, feeling uncomfortable. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to come to this gym after all. The lady noticed how you were shifting in your stance and cleared her throat, fixing her posture to look professional.

“Sorry if I scared you,” she laughed embarrassedly. “We just don’t promote this gym very much so it was a surprise to see this flyer. I’m guessing you’re not familiar with the workouts we do here?”

“Uhm, not really,” you say shyly. She looks you up and down and thinks for a moment. Then, she goes behind her desk and pulls out this thick contract.

“Well, before we get started, I’m going to need you to sign this nondisclosure agreement and fill out your personal information here. After all this is completed, I can take you around for a tour!” she exclaimed. You were a bit reluctant to even sign this and was about to walk out the door. What kind of gym is this that you need to sign an NDA? But it couldn’t hurt right?

When you signed the last line of that NDA form, she took you on your tour right away. And that’s when you found out the through about this gym.

“Ah, fuck~!”

“HNGH, hah!”

“Good, I wanna see 10 more reps.”

This gym helps their members enjoy working out through the pleasure of sex.

So here you were, stretching your muscles out in your assigned room for your first session. You felt that familiar feeling at the bottom of your stomach due to nervousness and excitement. You’ve always loved having sex. Having multiple partners? Eh, not so much. But you’ve been single for way too long and it’s been a while since you’ve had a good sex experience. Plus, you’ve been meaning to start exercising again so this was such a perfect gym for you. You’re just hoping that it’ll meet your expectations.

You heard two voices coming in your direction. A muscular man with dark green hair and similar clothes to what you were wearing and an angry, blondie with a trainer outfit on were entering the room, chatting away like they knew each other.

“(y/n)?” the blonde one spoke up.

“Ah, yes. That’s me,” you wiped your sweaty palms on your pants and reached out your hand to shake the trainer’s hand.

“Bakugou. I’ll be your trainer today,” he introduced himself. His palm in yours felt so heavy andstrong. He gripped your hand firmly, but only for a second and let go, his presence leaving you empty. Who knew that someone could have that kind of effect on you. You wanted so badly to take his large hands and have them roam all around your bod- You shook your head out of these naughty thoughts. What were you thinking? Sure, you were having sex but this was your workout, not some hookup. Plus, he’s your trainer. He’s not the one you were going to have sex with. It was that handsome hunk beside him.

“Introduce yourself,” Bakugou nudged the man. The green-haired man gave you a shy smile and a small wave.

“Midoriya Izuku. Most people call me Deku, but you can call me by what makes you most comfortable,” Deku says. You smile. His personality and demeanor reminded you of a puppy. But not a small puppy. He was more like a Great Dane: sweet but large in size. Looking at both of them now, they were both very muscular, almost towering over your small figure. You looked over at your trainer who was writing something down on his clipboard. Now he was very attractive. He’s got the face, the voice, the body. God, he was your type. Your partner was also good looking. No matter how much you wanted to have this session with someone else, your partner will do for now. With a build like that, you were sure you were going to enjoy this sex session.

“Alright, (y/n). Since this is your first time here, I’ll run over the basics. Before every session, each partner will give the other a massage to loosen up. If you could lay on the mat, please,” he instructs, pointing over to the mat that was laying on the floor.

You nodded in understand, laying on your stomach and resting your chin on your arms. Deku comes up behind you, sitting on top of the back of your legs. You jump in surprise, but Deku hushes you and gently pushes you back down.

“I’ll make you feel good, don’t worry,” he leans down to whisper in your ear.

Deku starts his massage by pressing both of his thumbs in the middle of your back, going up your spine. You almost let out a moan of pleasure from how good you felt. His large hands felt amazing on your back. Damn, forget about the sex. You’ll gladly be content with this. His hands skillfully rubbed your entire back, switching between a firm and soft pressure. You definitely felt relaxed and comfortable now. So this is why they start off every session with a massage. You were about to fully succumb to his touch, that is, until your trainer interrupted you.

“Okay, you can switch now. Sir, please lay on your stomach,” he instructed. Ah, right. You were still being talked through everything by Mr. Grumpy Pants here. Deku was used to this, so he laid down and you were the one to get on top now.

You started your massage off slow. Your touch was soft and gently, trying to touch every part of his body and get him to relax as much as possible. You tried copying a few of his moves, improvising here and there. So far, so good. You could feel Deku’s muscles loosen under you and he sighed in satisfaction.

“Alright, sir. Now I’m gonna have you lay on your back. Ma’am, go ahead and massage his chest,” Bakugou instructed. Swiftly and skillfully, Deku maneuvered his body around so that you were straddling his waist from the front.

“Oh!” you made a sound of surprise. You could have gotten up and let him take his time turning around, but he had his own plans. You could tell he’s done this many times before.

You were shy about giving him the massage at first. It’s not the first time you’ve touched a man’s chest, but it was your first time giving a massage with the man looking at you with such intense eyes. Deku’s hands were crossed behind his head, enjoying the show he was given. His eyes never left yours for a second, making sure he mapped every inch, every curve of your body and imprinted in his brain. You didn’t know where to look. While he was staring at with you eyes of lust, you were looking anywhere else but him; his chest, the floor, your hands. How could you concentrate when he’s looking at you like that?

You couldn’t help but shift in your position to get more comfortable, but in doing so, you sat right on his crotch. A bolt of electricity shot through your body when you felt his hard on growing larger with each passing second. It took you everything in your power not to moan right then and there. You didn’t want to look desperate so soon in the session. But Deku was making it so hard. Bakugou looked up from his clipboard to see a very obvious tent in the male’s pants.

“Hard already? It’s only the beginning of the massage,” Bakugou pointed out. Deku smirks and puts one hand on your thigh, caressing firmly.

“What can I say? She’s a beautiful girl,” Deku compliments. Bakugou doesn’t respond to his comment and instead, instructs him to do something else.

“Sir, please massage her breasts in this position,” Bakugou says. Without hesitation, Deku gropes your breasts with his massive hands. Every time he squeezed a bit too tightly, every time he readjusts his pose, it was all driving you mad. The heat between your thighs was telling you that you wanted, needed, to be touched. You bit your lips to stop another moan from coming out. Deku takes notice of your small action and decides, with a devilish smirk, to take matters into his own hands. He grabs a hold of your waist and juts his hips upwards so that his boner rubbed against your sopping, wet cunt. With so much force he put into that thrust, your body got pushed forward, allowing Deku to grab your breasts even more tightly. Finally, that long awaited moan escapes your lips.

“There we go,” Deku whispers, continuing his movements. You closed your eyes, enjoying the friction he was supplying you with. But before anything could get too heated, Bakugou, once again, interrupts.

“You probably already know what to do but I’ll explain just in case,” Bakugou starts, putting down his clipboard and goes to the draw that was sitting on the side. He brings out a bottle of oil and kneels behind you. “May I?” he asks while pointing to your top.

“Ah, yes,” you softly say. With his rough, calloused hands, he rakes his fingers up your side before removing your top. Your breasts spill out with a flop, making Deku’s eyes widen in thirst. Bakugou disregards his reaction, continues to put oil on his hands and starts to massage your breasts.

“Be careful when massaging women’s breasts. You don’t want to be too rough that it hurts or too soft that she can’t feel anything. The closer you get to the nipple, the more sensitive she is so be careful when touching them,” Bakugou explains. Like a pro, he starts to play around and twists your sensitive nipples. But just like in his explanation, he used different pressures in different areas to give you the ultimate pleasure. You moan in ecstasy, allowing yourself to submit to his touch. The back of your head landed on his shoulder and you just laid it there while he played with your breasts. Bakugou chuckled softly in your ear and gently pushed you up.

“Okay, give it a try,” he was addressing Deku. Deku nodded with excitement, eager to continue the session. Bakugou guides you to your partner, but his touch lingered on your back for a second too long. You looked back at your trainer and made eye contact with those fiery, crimson eyes. But your attention was stolen by the green-haired man under you. Deku had this talk to many times before that he goes right in to touch your soft, naked tits. It doesn’t take long for his tongue to find its way to your nipple. His wet tongue sliding against your sensitive buds excited you and only made you want more. You started griding your hips downwards to meet his upwards thrusts.

Very quickly, the chemistry between you two started getting more heated. Clothes were coming off one by one. Deku moves so that he is sitting up while you straddle. You cupped his face and brought him in for a kiss. As you guys were making out, you pull his shirt up to reveal part of his abs. At first, you just wanted to tease and feel his body but your horniess was off the charts and just touching caused you to want more of him.

For a moment, Izuku separates from you to take his shirt off and then his lips are right back on yours. Then he leans you back so you’re laying on your back and he’s leaning over you. He quickly disposes of his clothes and then rips your pants off. He sees that you’re already so wet and don’t need prepping. Neither does Deku apparently. When you looked down, he dick was so erect that precum was already leaking out.

Deku leans over you, panting slightly from your make out session, and lines his dick up with your entrance while pumping it a few times. Before he’s right about to stick it in, Bakugou slaps the back of his head. A now agitated Deku springs up, but before he could say anything, Bakugou just throws a condom at him.

“Slow down. Don’t forget that this is an exercise session. Now I want to see 50 reps,” Bakugou scolded.

“Fuckin hell,” he complains. He looks back at you and smirks. “Ready?” You nod eagerly wanting more than anything to just be fucked right now.

Deku slides his throbbing cock inside your long awaited pussy and you swear you could see stars. The stretch from his thick, veiny dick felt so amazing that your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Deku stayed still to let you adjust to his size. The feeling of being stuffed by a fat cock, and by a handsome guy at that, is already making your pussy clench tightly around him.

Deku lets out a sigh of pleasure and starts thrusting. The numbing feeling caused all his hairs to stand on end.

God, when he put his dick in, man did it feel good. But as soon as he started fucking you, you didn’t feel fully… satisfied. The initial stretch was the best feeling you’ve had yet. For some reason, the sex didn’t feel as good as you wanted it to be. Maybe you were too into your head? Maybe you just had to relax and just have a good time. But that was hard to do when your partner was whispering the countdown to himself.

There was no doubt that Izuku was enjoying his time with you, but he was so concentrated on the 50 reps that he wasn’t thinking about making you feel good. He thrusted inside you, not taking into consideration of where inside you he was hitting. Heat rushed to your cheeks in embarrassment. This wasn’t what you had in mind for your first session. You felt bad that you weren’t enjoying it, but you didn’t want to show it. With each snap of his hips, you forced out a moan to make it believe that you were having a good time. Every now and then, you’d let out a bigger, more convincing moan to change it up a bit.

This sucks. What’s the different between this and having sex with some stranger after a night out? They both can’t hit the right spot. He isn’t even going the speed you want him to. You wanted to be pounded into. You wanted him to fuck you so hard and so rough that you can’t walk the next morning. You wanted him to leave dark bruises all over your body but he wasn’t giving it to you.

You started getting bored midway through his reps and opened your eyes to look around the room. Maybe you could entertain yourself some other way while Deku was having his fun. You happened to look at your trainer who was looking at his own clipboard. He wasn’t even paying attention to you guys at all. He was writing down notes. What was he really writing though? Bakugou glanced away from his notes and made eye contact with you for a quick second. It was only for a second but it was enough to make you feel embarrassed that you got caught. You immediately closed your eyes to pretend that that small little eye contact didn’t happen.

“…48…49….50!” Izuku finally finished, giving you a nice, deep, hard thrust to finish it all off. That was good, but not enough. You eventually got fed up and flipped him over so that now you were on top. You were going to ride him until you were satisfied and full. But before you could lower yourself onto him, Deku holds your shoulders to stop you. He became a little flustered that you decided to take control because this wasn’t a part of the session. He looked at Bakugou for approval and he sighed, but eventually nodded his head.

“We can change it up,” Bakugou allowed. “But, (y/n). Now I want to see 50 reps from you.” He instructed.

“Yes sir,” you replied quickly. You just wanted him inside you, you didn’t have time for this chit-chat. So slowly but surely, you lowered yourself onto his dick, gasping the way he filled you up. You were able to fully sit, his dick disappearing completely inside you. The tip finally hit you where you wanted. Using your heels as leverage, you moved in the way you wanted. You made sure that pull all the way out before slamming into his dick again, loving the way he just fills you up. You loved how you were in control, shaking your ass up and down, hearing your sloppy cunt slap against his skin, how wet it must be down there.

God, but you wanted more. You guided Deku’s hands to grab your ass but all he does it grab onto it. Maybe a squeeze here and there. He was so entranced in the sex, his head was tilted back with his eyes shut closed, constant moans escaped his mouth. He loved the feeling of your pussy clenched around him to even think about anything. But you bit your lip in frustration. You didn’t want his hands just laying on you. You wanted him smack it with as much force as he could. He could put those muscles to use and man handle you a little. But you were here to fend for yourself. A visible pout was permanent on your lips but your partner wasn’t able to see it because he was enjoying himself below you.

But your trainer did. Bakugou was paying close attention to you. From the moment Izuku’s cock entered you to your little pout, he noted every movement and every expression you made. He raised an eyebrow, noting that small action and saving it for later.

Deku’s moans were growing louder and more inconsistent. He bucked his hips up, trying to be in motion with you but was getting sloppier by the second. It soon became too much for him and hot, white cum exploded inside the condom.

“Fuuuuck,” Izuku let out one last breath and flopped his arm out in exhaustion. He took a minute to catch his breath while you were getting off him and already started cleaning yourself up. Dammit, you didn’t even cum.

You were gathering your belongings, meanwhile, Izuku was chatting it up with Bakugou again. Before he leaves, Izuku comes up to you, places a hand on your lower back and gave you a genuine smile.

“Thanks for the amazing session,” he said. You gave him your best, fakest smile.

“Back at ya,” you reply. Your smile dropped the moment you turned around and you sighed in annoyance. You hated to think that you’d have to go home to finish yourself off but it looks like that’s exactly what you were going to have to do. Bakugou came up behind you and cleared his throat, causing you to jump in place.

“How was your first session?” he asked. You took a sip of your water to give it a bit of thought. Was this a fun experience? Oh, most definitely. Would you do it again? Probably. Did you cum? Hard no.

“It was good,” you lied. The experience was definitely new and refreshing but the sex was so mediocre that it was almost a little boring. But you couldn’t tell your trainer that. So you gave a sweet smile and picked up your bag. “I’ll see you at the next session!”

But the next session felt exactly the same as the first. You had a different partner this time. A big, scruffy dude with semi-long red hair that was pulled in a ponytail. He was just as built as Izuku, if not bigger. He had the cutest and sweetest personality. And just seeing him, you’d think this cute puppy would turn into a hungry wolf but you were wrong. As per usual.

Bakugou had made you kneel on this couch that he had provided. Kirishima was fucking you from behind but not hitting any of the right spots. His large hands were placed on your hips but they were glued there and he wasn’t touching you anywhere else.

Again, you faked your moans to mask the image of you not having a good time. Though, when you peeked behind you to get a look at your partner, he was in pure bliss. Eyes closed, mouth hung open, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, sweat trickling down his forehead. Damn, was it a sexy sight. At least he was having a fun time.

Every now and then, your mind would wander. It could be many things: you could think about what you were going to eat for dinner, or what your partner was like in bed with a lover, or if you forgot to turn the light off in your bathroom. Oh shit, what were you doing again? You opened one eye and Kirishima was focused solely on slamming his dick in your vagina. Sighing, you had to remind yourself that this was meant for exercise, not for pleasure. Although, it would be nice if you could feel nice too once in a while. Exercise was the prime reason you signed up but like… you thought it would be a win-win situation.

Your mind continued to wander for the rest of the session until you mind was set on a certain trainer you have the hots for. You could see his muscles through his tight fitted shirt, making him look even more buff than he already was. He looked so strong, you could only imagine what having sex with him was like.

You could imagine it now; face twisted in pleasure as he pounds into mercilessly, just like how you want it. You could feel that familiar butterfly feeling in the pit of your stomach just thinking about it. But then, you thought that he must be like all the other men; only chasing their own high instead of pleasuring their partner.

Session after session was exactly the same. You can pleasure that dick, but he can’t even find the clit. But honestly, you were okay with it because at least you could exercise while doing your favorite sport.

You were wiping yourself up after one session, drinking from a bottled water as your trainer, Bakugou, comes up behind you.

“How was the session?” Bakugou asked after your partner has just left the room. You took another sip of water before answering.

“Mhm, it was okay,” you tried your best to sound positive. You thought your conversation was going to end there, like it always has but something in Bakugou decided to investigate a little further.

“How do you really feel?” he questions you, stepping a little closer and observing your facial features for any lies. “I could tell that you weren’t enjoying it. Off day?” You put your water bottle away, thinking of how to respond to him. Did you really want to tell him how you were really feeling? You didn’t want to seem like a freak to him. Did you really want to tell him how you like to be choked, so much so that you feel like you can’t breath. Or that you want someone to just spank you until there’s bruises because you love the idea of being marked. Or that you want to feel stuffed to the brim but still beg for more?

“I just like it a little rough,” you explained. Bakugou nods his head and hums in understanding.

“I thought they were going pretty rough on you,” he thought. But you just groaned and rolled your eyes.

“I guess, but I want more!” you exclaim, letting out an exasperated sigh. “This is why I have such a hard time with my sex life because every guy is too busy chasing after their own high that they forget that I need to feel good too. Not every guy is into rough sex. I know that. But I just want someone to blow my back out for once! Like not holding back and just fuck me until I’m in tears… but one can only dream, right?” you chuckled at the end. You didn’t mean to go on a tangent but fuck it, why not? He’s your trainer anyway. He’s supposed to know everything about you if he wants to tend to your needs. Bakugou just looks at you in silence. You take that as a sign to continue.

“I mean, don’t get me wrong. This whole program is fun and I really love the idea but just once in a while, I want to have good sex, too,” you continued to open up to your trainer. You finally turned your head to get a look at his reaction to your rant and you saw those crimson getting closer and closer to you until you were right under him, looking up. Your heart skips a beat having him so close to you. You could smell his burnt vanilla caramel cologne, his scent filling all of your senses at once.

“Then would you like a private session?” he asks you in a whisper, his head tilted down at you. You were so mesmerized by him that you followed his every move.

“With who?” you asked.

“Me.” He responded in that sexy, raspy voice of his.

“When?”

“Now.” Bakugou pushes you against the cold mirror as a form of intimidation. Bakugou knows that he shouldn’t be doing this. Taking advantage of your weakness, suggesting private sessions when he’s strictly not allowed to, especially not on company’s time. It was wrong. But he’s had his eyes on you since the moment you walked in the gym for the very first time. And when you said what you said earlier, it was practically fate that you became one of his students.

The cold mirror touching your back sent you into shock, but the warmness of his body touching your chest made up for it all. He tilts your chin up so you could look in his half closed eyes full of lust. And then you couldn’t take it anymore.

You grabbed him by the neck and pulled him in for a hungry kiss. Your lips smashed together, causing your teeth to crash but you didn’t care. And neither did Bakugou because he was just as hungry as you, kissing you with the same amount of passion.

He wraps his arm your waist, pulling you closer to him, if that was even possible at this point. With one swift handful of ass, he lifts you off your feet so that your legs were wrapped around his waist. The moment you became stable, Bakugou gives your ass a smack, making you jolt up.

“Mhm!” you made a surprised noise through the kiss but didn’t stop kissing him. God, you didn’t want to stop. When you came back down, you could feel his erection resting right on top of your clit. He carries you to one of the equipment stored in the room, a couch, while you grind on him, hopping to get more friction to stimulate your needs.

As soon as your back hit the couch, clothes were already being stripped off of you. There goes your shirt, then your sports bra. Finally, your pants. Last but not least, your lace panties that were already wet from your previous session are now even more soaked from his teasing. Wasting no time in discarding your panties, he pulls your waist I so that you’re laying flat on your back, your pussy right in his face I all of its glory.

“Fuck, you’re already so wet for me. I haven’t even done anything yet,” he says. You could feel his beath tickling your wet folds. He was so close yet so far. Just having his breath on you made your pussy clench over nothing. Bakugou puts his nose right on your clit, taking a good whiff of your after workout sex. God, it was intoxicating and he couldn’t wait to dig right in.

“Thank you for the food,” he says before completely devouring you. He took no time in exploring every fold, every inch of your pussy, eating you out like there was no tomorrow. He was rough around your entrance but soft and gentle around your clit. It was like light feather licks, barely touching you but sending you into sensory overload. When he got closer to your entrance, that’s when he started to get rough. Slurping and devouring your wetness, getting every last drop and leaving no leftovers.

Bakugou grabbed hold of your thighs, squeezing them and pulling your body even closer to his face so he could tongue fuck you. His tongue enters you, pushing its way through to get a better taste of your sweet cunt. At the same time, your mouth is hung open in pleasure, moans spilling out of your mouth and you couldn’t stop. Bakugou took this opportunity to stick three fingers in your mouth.

“Noisy bitch. Suck,” he commanded. And so you sucked on his fingers, like a little girl eating her lollipop. He only had three fingers in your mouth, but they were so thick that you couldn’t possibly put any more in. Yet you still covered his fingers in your thick saliva, making sure each finger was coated and wet enough so he could fuck you.

You looked up at him, purposefully making a sultry face, with your big, innocent eyes. You wanted to give him a small show, making sure that he was watching every move that you made. Your tongue found its way in between each finger, licking up and down, sucking each individual finger, and letting go with a loud ‘pop’. You got disappointed when Bakugou removed his hands from you mouth. But was pleasantly surprised when he stuck all three fingers in your throbbing cunt without warning. It’s not like you needed the prepping anyway when you were already soaking wet. Your back arched and chills ran down your spine. You didn’t know how this was possible, but the moment he entered his fingers, it was pure bliss. You already felt like you wanted to cum because he just managed to hit that magical spot in one go. You couldn’t even imagine what it would feel like when he fucks you with his fat cock.

“God, you’re so fucking tight. I can feel you clenching around me,” Bakugou watched as he slides his fingers in and out of your slick folds. He gives you a minute to adjust before picking up the pace. Every thrust of his hand, he keeps getting deeper and is always right the perfect damn spot. It was driving you mad. He hasn’t even fucked you yet and you were already a moaning mess. You couldn’t even form any words, you were such in a trance. It wasn’t before long until you had that familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach. The feeling gradually and rapidly escalated. Bakugou could feel it too: the way your walls clenched around his fingers a little too tight, he knew you were going to cum anytime soon.

“Bakugou~” you whined, holding onto his forearms for dear life. You needed to prepare yourself for this one.

“Gonna cum, princess?” Bakugou teased. You couldn’t answer him. More like you weren’t able to hear his question because you were so focused on this intense feeling that was going to explode any minute. Bakugou took his free hand and pushed your legs up so that they were pressed against your chest. He, then, leaned on them so weren’t able to move or squirm out of his grasp. And he went even faster, the sound of your juices was sinful.

“AH!” you screamed, letting your orgasm take over and wash over you. You thought he would stop once you had your first orgasm but he wasn’t stopping. He continued his fast pace. You wanted to make him stop, the overstimulation was getting too much for you. You tried moving your legs but Bakugou’s grip on you was nailed down. You weren’t going anywhere. You just had to take it but it still felt so good. The moment you felt like it was all too much to handle, Bakugou took his fingers out. And they were covered in a thick, white consistency. If he spread his fingers out, your cum would string along each finger. Bakugou didn’t hesitate to lick it all off with one swipe of his tongue.

“On all fours,” he demanded, standing up while pumping his cock for you. You didn’t have to be asked twice. Despite the numb feeling in between your legs, you enthusiastically got on your hands and knees, ready to be penetrated by your trainer. Bakugou gave your ass a small smack before lining his cock in front of your entrance. That small smack was enough for you to have hearts in your eyes. You let out a small mewl of delight and Bakugou smirked.

“Yeah? You like it when I smack your ass?” Bakugou asked.

“I love when you smack my ass. Please spank me again,” you begged. Bakugou took his hand and gave you cheek another blow, this time harder than the last. Bakugou made sure to look for any change in your expression, careful not to hurt you. But you wanted more. You wanted him to hit your harder.

“Spank me harder, sir,” you pleaded, moving lower so that your ass was hanging in the air. You wiggled your butt, wanting more from the strong blonde. He smirks even bigger, almost animalistic like.

“That’s a good girl,” his voice became raspy and wasted no time in giving you a nice, hard smack to your right cheek. You cried out in a pleasurable pain. You smiled into your moans, drool starting to come out from the sides of your mouth. The sound of his hand making contact to your bare cheek was so loud that it could be heard from outside the closed room. Bakugou spanked you until your cheek was red and raw from his large hands. This. This was what you wanted. This is what you’ve been wanting for so long and you were finally going to get it.

Oh sweetie, the main course hasn’t even started yet. How could you feel this good when he hasn’t even fucked you yet? You could feel the tip of his dick teasing your entrance. You wanted to lean into him yourself, not wanting to wait any longer, but Bakugou had a strong hold on your hips. He gave his cock a few more pumps before slowly sliding his cock inside your ready, wet pussy.

You both moaned in sync at the feeling: his fat cock throbbing inside you and your tight pussy clenching around his cock. Bakugou started thrusting at a good pace. But just like how his fingers felt, he was hitting that sweet spot of yours perfectly. Every thrust was making you see stars.

“Mhm~ Bakugou, faster!” you whined in between moans. Bakugou grabs a fistful of hair before pulling you up so that your back was arched.

“Needy, aren’t we? And what if I say no?” Bakugou asked in your ear. You just whimpered, reaching behind you to grasp his waist and force him to go faster as you try to back into him at the same time. Bakugou didn’t like this too much. He let go out your hair and went straight to your neck, cutting off your air momentarily.

“Did I say you could do that?” he questioned through gritted teeth. You quickly shook your head.

“No, sir,” you barely managed to say due to your lack of oxygen. He gave you another squeeze before a few smacks to the cheek.

“There we go. Now let’s try that again. What if I say no?” he asks again. You bit your lip trying to come up with an answer. But it was hard to think with a hand was at your throat.

“Please! God, I want you so bad. I want you to fuck me, please!” you practically screamed.

“Good girl,” he said and let go of your neck. You gasped for air, coughing in the process but Bakugou didn’t allow you to fully recover. He pounded into you with no mercy. You couldn’t stop your ahego expression from happening, your tongue hung out and your eyes crossed.

He stopped pounding into you to slowly slide his cock fully out of you before slamming into you again. It felt heavenly but a naughty thought came to your mind. You were probably going to get punished for it later, but you were feeling rebellious in the moment. When he slide his cock out, before he could enter you again, you got up and pushed him on the couch. Midair, Bakugou sensed what you were doing. So instead of being victorious and pining him down, he flipped you so that you were pined against the couch, your hands pined above your head.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he gets close to you. You giggle and look away playfully.

“Not playing by the rules,” you laughed. Bakugou couldn’t help but break a smile as well.

“Naughty, naughty. I’ll show you who’s the dominant one,” he said and smashed his cock back inside you, not giving you time to breath or adjust to him in this new position.

You could feel another wave coming and it was fast approaching. Bakugou was being even more vocal now, huffing and groaning into your neck. His hips rutted into you sloppier each second and more frantic. He was getting close too.

You whined loudly, not being able to hold onto anything as your orgasm hit you like a tsunami so you arched your back and fumbled with your legs. The clenching of your walls caused Bakugou to reach his limit. He pulled out, spraying his cum all over your stomach and chest. His hot cum felt sticky on your skin. Despite being covered in his specimen, Bakugou pulled you close to his sweaty body, your foreheads resting together while you both catch your breath.

You entered the gym with a smile and a skip to your walk. You got a little surprised when you saw that your trainer and new partner were inside the room before you. Puffing out a cheek in disappointment, you scold yourself for not leaving earlier. You were always early to get a good stretch in. But as soon as you saw your handsome trainer, a smile came back to your face.

You rushed to his side, jumping into his arms and giving him a kiss on the lips.

“Hi, baby!” you greeted him. He smiles back at you.

“Ready for your session?” he asks and you just give him a lovey dovey smile and a nod.

“Ah, this is one of my good friends. He’ll be your partner for today,” Bakugou sets you down to introduce you to yet another partner. The two toned hair guy gives you a shy wave.

“Todoroki. You can call me Shouto,” he introduces himself. Aw, he seems really sweet. Shy, but hopefully he’s not like that in bed. Todoroki leads to you the mat on the floor to get your session started. You glanced back at your trainer and give him a wink. He shakes his head at you but you didn’t miss that smile he was trying to hide. Because you know that he was going to make up for this session later tonight.

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[hanii-rose]

hiii...ok so your headcanons are amazing and ily. could i request headcanons on garou with a s/o with thick thighs. i'm super insecure of my thighs because i don't have a thigh gap and it's super embarrassing

My headcanons are amazing? You love me? I-

Here you go baby( ˘ ³˘)♥

Also, no need to be embarrassed. I also don't have thigh gaps which really helps when I feel like crushing the heads of my enemies between my thighs...

We strong ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ

And so is the sexual tension in dis fic lol

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Garou With An S/O Who Has Thick Thighs

If you think having thick thighs in this relationship is a drawback then you are absolutely correct.

When I say it's a drawback, I don't mean it's ugly or unwanted, no no no.

I mean Garou will drive you mad for a chance to put his head on your lap, all day, everyday!

And when I say he wants to put his head on your lap, I mean he wants to bury his face in the soft, supple flesh of your thighs.

Just let him live there, c'mon!

You can bet your non-existant thigh gaps that he's kissing and biting you there, very harshly might I add.

He's always telling you, "Gah, it's so soft!" or "Fuck, I want this here!"

If you're just sitting on the couch and he's stealing meat from your fridge, he'll notice what you're wearing and if it's even slightly exposed above the knee, he's there. Like, HE. IS. THERE.

Meat long forgotten, your thighs are his new meal lol.

Let's say you're just coming out of the shower, towel wrapped securely around your gorgeous frame. He's pouncing on you, specifically getting handsy with your thighs and calves.

He likes natural looks so cellulite doesn't bother him. In fact, he's poking and caressing them fairly often.

If you're talking bad about yourself then he's slamming that shit down and showing you how much he loves you. Like really showing you...

If you wear something like thigh-highs, gurl- He'll be taking them off with his teeth, thank you.

★★★

You sit curled up on your window seat, the soft light of the sun shimmering in through the transparent glass of your window. Your hair fell daintily around your shoulders, arms resting on folded knees, novel in hand, dressed in nothing but a loose shirt and a pair of sheer white, lace-wrapped thigh high socks. Oh, the serenity that's surrounding you right now, indescribable.

Your boyfriend concentrated on doing push-ups outside in your backyard. You could see him from the corner of your eye behind you, pushing himself up and down, an extraordinary array of large rocks or maybe...boulders on his back....?

You tore your eyes away from the worn, coffee stained pages of your vintage fantasy novel, intrigued in the way he worked on himself. Taut muscles contracting and loosening, glistening beads of sweat slowly gliding down his bare, shaped biceps. Hair tussled and messier than usual, a few rebel strands falling onto his forehead from his otherwise proud-spiky style. His face, dark, focused and handsome... oh my

Whenever Garou worked out, he really worked out.

Nothing could distract him from his daily routine of exercising, flexing and unintentional teasing. He was hell bent on being fit and able. He used to be the infamous Hero Hunter ya'know! He has to be sharp and ready at all times.

Can't be caught off guard like that one time while delivering boxes. That dude had no chill, throwing darts at him like that...

You bit your lip in admiration of his movements, your thighs coming together, unable to contain your excitement for a touch from him. He noticed you shyly peeking from the other side of your bay window and he silently beckoned you over, tilting his head to gesture for you to come around.

You gave a little nod to his beckoning, placing your book neatly on the tall bookshelf next to you and dusting yourself off, readying yourself to see him.

When Garou had come to visit you this morning you had been wearing one of his trousers, knowing him, if he saw even a tiny section of your thighs, the man would go absolutely feral. But since he had went outside for a 3 hour work out earlier, you decided pants were too overrated for you and you easily discarded them, got comfortable and started reading.

Garou was very serious about his workouts. He would never stop, not for anything...

Except maybe you. And thats when you had a stroke of genius. He was teasing you all this time, flexing and sweating. Time for a little payback.

>>

You peeked around the doorframe that led to your backyard where Garou stayed, exercising.

"Well, aren't you working hard?"

You slyly spoke, smile coy.

Garou grunted in response and you sighed, slowly walking around to him, hips deliciously swaying, shirt hiked up above your thighs and socks visibly tight around your ample flesh.

You stood bold in front of his head as he pushed himself up. His eyes widening at your apparel. What are you doing?

You licked your lips teasingly, and lowered yourself down onto the grass, knees folded, sitting upright.

Garou stopped momentarily, craning his neck for a kiss and you gladly obliged, leaning in and leaving a chaste kiss on his lips.

"Finally took...my advice, huh...?"

He said in between breaths.

"Who... needs pants...right? Heh..."

He lowered down slowly and you copied, your head resting on your arms on the ground, fingers playing with the little blades of grass, butt in the air

"Mmm, it just feels so good outside."

He grunted, agreeing.

Your eyes trailed up to his face and you cast him an innocent smile.

You slowly raised yourself up in front of him, pushing up your hair and sitting straight, knees folded in a 'W' position.

"What...are you...tryna' do?'

He breathed out.

"Hm? Nothing, I just wanted to come outside and spend time with you..."

You responded in the sweetest tone.

Oh please. He knows what game you're playin'.

Comin' out in nothin' but a shirt and socks? Sweetie, ya' can't take him for a fool...

He ain't stoppin' for you.

"Funny... you've never been... into fitness that...much..."

He slowly spoke.

"Oh, well I just wanted to be closer to you. Is that such a crime?"

He snorted. You wanted to be closer to him? Why not just lay down under him and wrap your gorgeous legs around him then? Let him feel the plumpness.

"Don't you want to be with me too? Why don't you stop what you're doing and come here."

Your innocent voice matched with your sultry expression did a number on him. He bit his lip, trying to resist the temptation.

You outstretched your arms, fingers opening and closing, waiting for a hug.

"Nice try, I ain't stoppin' love."

You chuckled and got into position.

"Not even for this?"

You unfolded your knees, sitting so close in front of his face, that every time he'd go down for a push, his cheek or chin would brush against your thigh.

Tantalising,tempting...

You leaned back on your elbows, your hair now spilling onto the grassy mat under you.

Garou licked his lips, golden eyes flicking up to look into your innocently coy ones.

He lowered himself down once, his chin lightly coming into contact with the lace of your frilly socks.

Raising himself up, he looked at you with irritation, behind that expression lingered want.

Going back down again, your knee bent slightly inwards and gently touched his cheek. He took a whiff.

C I T R U S

Delicious.

Coming back up, he balanced his whole body weight on one arm, an impressive feat with all of those massive rocks on his back.

"𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕝𝕖 𝕞𝕪𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕤 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕖."

You slyly laughed, his statement so shamelessly flattering.

"Yes, I do know that, Garou..."

His movements stopped momentarily as his free hand softly caressed the exposed part of your thigh, between the hem of your shirt and the frills of your socks.

"𝕊𝕠 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥..."

"Hmm, do you like it like this?"

He chuckled, raspy and short of breath.

"𝕀 𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕥."

He was struggling, it was obvious. He wasn't trying to hide it anyway. He couldn't if he wanted to.

Dammit, yer' too good!

And in 3 2 1...

The rocks start slipping off of his back, landing on the ground with hard, muffled thuds. Oh, you've really done it now...

Garou sits up, stretching. He grips both of your calves hard and pulls, bringing you onto his thighs, holding you in place.

No squirmin', just sit still...

"Do you have any idea what you've done...?"

You wrap your arms around his neck, holding his face close to yours.

"What if I do?"

His lips came mere centimetres from yours and he whispered roguishly.

"You've made me drop my rocks..."

Silence overtook you until you burst out laughing. What does that even mean?!?!

"Wha... Garou haha, what are you even saying?"

He growled menacingly. How dare you? First you tease him into being distracted and now you make fun of him?

Ohhh, yer' in for a good one...

"Listen here sweetie, we're gonna head on inside, and I'm goin' to finish you, do ya' hear me?"

You nodded, obligingly.

"Yes, sweetie ♡"

He stood up tall, carrying you by the strong grip he had on your plump thighs.

"So beautiful. I'm gonna bite em'..."

You giggled softly, and held onto him tightly.

You knew what was coming next, craving it. And you'll give it to him too.

Ah, there we go...

Garou's setting you down onto your window seat again and looking softly into your eyes.

"Are ya' ready? We're gonna go for a long time today."

You shyly nodded, confirming.

He sat himself down on the ground near your legs, getting into the correct position. His head coming down to rest upon your thighs, your frilly socks tickling his face, breathing calm.

And then, he's baring his teeth, biting and sucking on your ample skin. He's pulling your thigh-highs down inch by inch, kissing.

"Oh, Garou!"

He's smirking victoriously.

"Let's begin, shall we?"

It's safe to assume he got a different kind of workout that day. The one where he's goin' up and down on you nonstop, if you know what I mean (ಠ ͜ʖ ಠ)

#garou #garouonepunchman #garou the hero hunter #opm garou #garou x reader #garou headcanons #garou the monster #garou opm #garou the human monster #female pronouns #fem reader #garou x fem reader #please let me know if i need to tag anything else

[duskwood-by-daylight]

Too Good To Be

Still coping with nightmares, the late night couch crew relocates. Bucky tries to defend your honor in a modern way. Part of the Breathe Mercy verse.

Warnings: cursing maybe, it's pretty tame honestly

Word count: 1220ish

A/N: As always, 18+, minors DNI. Don't steal or copy or whatever. Feedback always appreciated.

"In time, her death will be a mystery, even to me." 

The credits start to roll and Bucky exhales, causing you to smile, "Thoughts?"

"I like it. It's not usually the kind of movie I'd pick, it's different." 

You had been watching a random cooking show when Bucky walked into the lounge and could immediately see his tension. Shoulders trembling, jaw clenched, and a light sheen of sweat on his skin had you reaching toward him, urging him to join you on the couch. "Bad dreams." He sighed before collapsing next to you, letting himself be wrapped up in your embrace. You quickly found "Secret Window" and launched into a distracting explanation about the premise of the movie, feeling Bucky slowly relax against you. When you covered him with the blanket, he only nuzzled deeper against you, staying there through the movie. 

Softly rubbing your palm along his forearm, you pick up the remote. "You feel up to another one?"

He lifts his arm enough to glance at his watch without dislodging your hand, "It's getting late. You should get some sleep, sweets."

"So should you." You slide forward and stand up, stretching your arms above your head until you hear a satisfying pop from your elbows. You stop in the doorframe, glancing back at him, "Well, are you coming?"

He quirks his lips up in a tired grin, "I'll be up for a while. Go to bed, doll."

You shake your head, "Not going without you. Are we staying out here or going to bed? Your call."

He sighs, "you drive a hard bargain."

You crawl under the top sheet after turning on your fan, sensing Bucky's hesitation. "Come on, darling. Bedtime." 

Finally he relents, joining you on the bed and flopping down on his stomach. You watch his tension ease, "Your mattress feels amazing. Mine is awful. It feels like it's trying to swallow me." 

"I had to get a super firm, cooling one. Sometimes, it's still too much, but a good foundation under it helps." You brush his hair back off of his forehead, gently dragging your fingernails over his scalp. The effect is almost instant, his eyes growing heavy. "How often do you sleep in a bed?"

"Honestly, doll, not much."

"You're welcome to sleep here whenever. If you like it, we can get you one of these mattresses, too."

"Mmm, might be a good idea." His eyelids flutter as he fights to stay awake. 

You scoot forward until you can rest your forehead against his, still playing with his hair. "Rest, James. I'm right here. I've got you."

"That's my line." He mutters, his words trailing off into a light snore. You keep threading your fingers through his hair until you follow him into sleep.

Thus, the unspoken sleeping arrangement is updated. At first, you have to practically beg Bucky to join you until about a week later when he gets up from the couch first and tells you it's time for bed. You try to avoid thinking of how dependent on each other you're both becoming when it comes to sleep. Nobody has to know about that. It shouldn't make you feel weak because it isn't a weakness. If it helps him sleep too, let it be. Maybe this is healing. 

Sam is in the lounge when Bucky joins him on the couch to tie his trainers. Steve finally convinced them to join him for an even earlier morning workout, despite their protests about the hour. "You look well rested, Barnes."

Bucky glares at Sam, "I am."

"Have you been helping Y/N settle in?"

His icy eyes narrow, "Just what are you getting at, bird brain?"

"Nothing," Sam holds his hands up in faux innocence, "I'm just pointing out you've been coming out of her room every morning for at least a week."

"Her bed is comfortable. Mine is too… I can't sleep there. I always end up on the floor."

Sam nods, dropping his teasing tone. "I get it. Some nights, it feels more like home to sleep on the ground. But people are talking. It doesn't help that you're always with each other."

"Let them talk." He mumbles, hearing Steve's door open. "Don't care what they think about me. Nothing is going on between us anyway, not like that. Who the hell is up early enough to know besides you and Steve?"

"Tony and whoever else monitors the security cameras." 

"Morning guys." Steve waves them toward the door, heading to the elevator. 

Bucky mulls over Sam's words. People are talking. Does that mean they're talking badly about his doll? Can't have that. "I guess we can stop at a furniture store then."

2:04am

Bucky pushes the clock down on its face. He should've been asleep hours ago. For the past two weeks, he's slept perfectly through the night. He wonders if they switched mattresses after he picked one out at the shop. It felt perfectly comfortable then but now… it just feels wrong. Wonder how my girl is doing? Maybe she's still awake, too. Grabbing his phone from the nightstand, he opens your messages, typing "You still up?" but stops before hitting send. A sound… his door opening, footsteps, the door clicking shut, a soft sliding of cloth over the floor. He bolts up, one hand on his knife when the figure shuffles closer to his bed. "Doll?

Cocooned in the fluffy comforter, wearing it like a hooded robe, you sigh, "Can't sleep without you." You pout and sit on the empty side of his bed, too tired to fight with yourself anymore. You've tossed and turned for hours, unable to get comfortable, no matter what you tried.

Bucky can't stop himself from grinning and he pulls you down onto the bed, "C'mere, baby doll." He helps you extricate yourself from the blanket and spread it over the both of you. Even being in the same room with him is a relief, but when he urges you into his arms, your body instantly relaxes. "That's better. So much better."

You nod and rest your forehead against his, "feels like home."

The harsh sunlight is mostly blocked by some sort of filter Tony had installed over the windows, but the skyline is still visible in the early morning light. "Are you sure she isn't going to kill us?" Sam chuckles, following Steve to your door. 

"Pretty sure. Last night, she told me to wake her up so she could run with us before it got too hot out." When you don't respond to knocks, he gently opens the door. "Hey, sweetheart? Are you up?" A cursory sweep of the room says you're already up and elsewhere. 

"Let's get Bucky up then we'll worry about her." Sam leads the way across the hall, sighing when Bucky doesn't answer either. "Beginning to think they planned this to make us look late."

Steve swings the door open, laughing quietly, "Maybe they're already downstairs or in the gym."

"Or they're here."

Bucky is sprawled on top of you, snoring against your neck, legs tangled with yours. You have one hand under his sleeve and the other still wound in his hair.

After recovering from his initial shock, Steve motions Sam to follow him out. "He's never gonna hear the end of this, is he?"

Sam considers with a smile, "Actually, I think I'll let this one go, Cap. They're good for each other. Tin man isn't nearly as prickly with her around."

#avengers fic #bucky barnes × reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #breathe mercy verse

[starlit-serenade]

Dance With Me | Chapter 3

💙 Summary: After visiting the members of ONEUS during their dance practice, you find yourself inspired to learn to dance. You ask your friend Kim Geonhak to teach you.

💙 Chapter 3: 2,067 words

💙 Pairing: Reader x Kim Geonhak (Leedo) / Characters: GenderNeutral!Reader; Kim Geonhak (Leedo); Son Dongju (Xion); Yeo Hwanwoong (Hwanwoong); Lee Keonhee (Keonhee); Lee Seoho (Seoho); Kim Youngjo (Ravn);

💙 Rated: T for some minor swearing / Warnings: Minor Swearing; Jealousy (Later in the fic) / Genre: Fluff; Minor Angst (Later in the fic); Friends-To-Lovers; Happy Ending;

《 Series Masterlist // ONEUS Masterlist // Boy Group Masterlist 》

After you get off of work, you hurry home to get your bag of workout clothes. You refill your water bottle even though you know you can get water when you arrive at RBW. You're just too excited.

This morning, you'd woken up with the sun bright in your eyes. You'd looked outside and had seen that there were few clouds in the sky, and you felt that today was going to be a good day. You didn't know why, until your phone dinged. You checked to see that you had dance practice scheduled with Geonhak, and you couldn't help but smile.

And so here you are, walking to RBW with your bag slung over your shoulder. The summer weather isn't too cold or too warm, isn't too dry or humid. It's a perfect day, and you have a feeling in your gut that the day will remain perfect.

When you get to the RBW building, you change into your workout clothes in the bathroom. One of the trainees had once mentioned to you that they change clothes because after a few hours of practice, the workout clothes is all sweaty, so it's useful to have clothes to change into.

You stand outside of the practice room and knock. The door opens and you are met with Geonhak. He's wearing a white T-shirt, loose, black sweatpants and a wide smile. His hair is recently dyed blond. You can see that Dongju was right--Geonhak was really excited to teach you. You can see it in his eyes. The way his nose is scrunched up as he smiles. He's excited to teach you.

"Hi Y/N!" he says, stepping backward and opening the door wider to let you in.

"Hey Geonhak," you reply as you set your stuff down. You stretch on the floor, and he joins you.

"Where's everyone else?" you ask. Usually the other members linger around after group practices for a few minutes, but no sign of them remains in the room. Not even a forgotten water bottle or sweatshirt.

"Youngjo is working on producing and recording in the studio with Seoho right now, I think," Geonhak says. "I've no idea where the other three are. They might have gone back to the dorm."

You nod.

"Were you expecting them to be here?" Geonhak asks. You shake your head.

"No. It's just that they often linger around a bit when there's nothing to do. Especially the younger ones."

After you've finished stretching, you and Geonhak find the dance video. His A Song Written Easily dance video. He turns the speed to x0.75 speed, and you watch as the video Leedo moves slowly, copying him and trying not to laugh at the slowed down audio.

The first attempt, Geonhak doesn't dance with you. Instead, he watches you dance the song. With the slowed speed, you find it easier to perfect the moves you already know, and find that you aren't as clunky and clumsy this time. However, Geonhak's staring doesn't make it easier.

You reach the part you're familiar with, and the video continues without you.

"Good job," Geonhak says. "Keep watching. After the video ends, I want you to try the whole video at this speed. It doesn't matter if you mess up, I'll coach you after."

You keep watching the video, trying to memorize the dance moves. You find yourself copying the moves slightly, even just where you're standing, your hands and shoulders mimicking the small movements and your knees bending as Leedo dances on screen.

After the video is finished, Geonhak leans over to the computer, pauses it and moves it back to the beginning.

"I noticed you imitating the dance subtly," Geonhak says before unpausing. You watch his finger trail over the key as he speaks. "That's smart. You're already starting, and that'll help the muscle memory learn the dance easier and faster. Ready to start?"

You nod, and Geonhak starts the video. For the first part, the part you've been practicing for the past few days, you dance confidently. Not perfectly, but confidently. Because you know it. You don't even need to keep your eyes on the video. But as it gets to parts that you're unfamiliar with, you pay more attention to the video. Even with the slowness, it's easy for you to get lost and confused. You try to follow along, though. During the parts where you're less lost--parts such as the chorus--your eyes find Geonhak's in the mirror, and you can see him smiling at you. Even as you stumble, miss a beat, or even just stop to watch for a second before catching up to the video, Geonhak does nothing but observe with a smile on his face.

The video finishes after a long time, and you try stand up straight, but end up panting with your hands against your thighs. You're not sweating, but you're still tired from doing all of that movement.

"Want to take a break?" Geonhak asks gently. You nod, thankful that he's so understanding. Perhaps it has anything to do with the fact that he studied early childhood education. You wonder, for a moment, if you'd asked Hwanwoong or Seoho to teach you instead, would they have been this patient?

After you swallow a mouthful of water, you stand back in your place in front of the screen and mirror, Geonhak standing a few feet away from you.

You dance together until a part you're unfamiliar with--Keonhee's pre-chorus after Geonhak's rap--and you watch Geonhak anxiously. He notices you and your confusion, and smiles, pausing the video.

"Watch me," he says, facing the back of the room. He demonstrates the dance step by step as you watch, copying him. "Step back so your feet are about this far apart. Good, turn your body like this--" He ducks down, twists his body and turns to face the front. "--stretch your right arm up like this, then pull it back, like a retreating wave. Here, you'll turn your whole body like this, leading with your arm. Follow your arm through a full spin so you're facing the corner. Then stop."

You watch him do it again, listening to him sing along, before trying it yourself. You pause multiple times, trying to remember the dance that was just demonstrated to you twice, and thankfully Geonhak gently reminds you of the steps, singing the song between the instructions.

"There you go, Y/N. Right arm up," he says encouragingly. You must look ridiculous, going so slowly and clumsily, but nothing he does or says even suggests that he thinks so.

After you've finished, he steps back into his spot next to you.

"Let's do it together," he says, facing the back right corner of the room. You copy his stance, facing the corner with your back to the mirror.

He dances slowly, stepping with his right foot backward, and waits for you to do the same before twisting his body to face the front of the room. He waits for you to do the move before continuing.

After three hours of dancing--including a twenty minute break in the middle, during which the two of you spent buying and eating snacks from a vending machine down the hall--you and Geonhak end the practice by stretching, so as not to hurt yourself by pulling something later, and to let your body and muscles cool down.

"Did you enjoy your first day of practice?" Geonhak asks, hopeful. You can tell he wants to hear how good his teaching is. Not necessarily because he wants to hear that he's good, but because he wants to hear how he's doing.

"I did. We got through more than half of the song, which is far better than what I started the day with," you say.

"You did well today," he says shyly, his eyes not meeting yours, but you can see him smiling.

"You did well too," you say. "Thank you for teaching me, Geonhak. You were really helpful with teaching me."

He smiles proudly. "How about to celebrate, we go get some ice cream? After stretching."

You nod, smiling. You haven't had ice cream in a while. Not because ice cream isn't good, but because you're so busy and you never have enough time.

You finish up stretching, grab your bag, and head to the bathroom to change back into your casual clothes. You understand what the trainee was talking about, now. You're sweating through your workout clothes, and the summer warmth would be so uncomfortable to walk in with them on. Your shirt would probably stick to you with sweat. You internally thank that trainee for telling you about changing clothes, and promise to thank them if you ever see them again

When you exit the bathroom, Geonhak is standing in the RBW lobby waiting. He's also changed his clothes, and is now wearing a black baseball hat and torn jeans with a white T-shirt beneath an unbuttoned plaid button-up.

You walk to Baskin-Robbins. Geonhak gets his favorite--Rainbow Sherbet ice cream, just like you'd told Hwanwoong and Dongju he'd liked--get your favorite. Just as you're about to pay for your ice cream, Geonhak stops you.

"I'll pay," he murmurs. You frown at him in surprise.

"What? Geonhak, it's alright, I can pay for myself."

"Please let me pay," he says. "I suggested getting ice cream."

"I'm not gonna make you pay for me after you've been helping me dance. In fact, I should pay for yours as thanks."

"Y/N," Geonhak says sternly, and your eyes meet his, beneath his baseball cap. He looks so serious, over a little matter of ice cream. "You're not making me pay. I'm asking you to let me. Please let me pay for your ice cream."

After a moment of him staring into your eyes, you give in, and reluctantly let Geonhak pay for both ice creams. "Only if I can pay next time," you say. He sighs and, laughing, he agrees.

You walk together down the street, nearly shoulder to shoulder as you eat your ice cream. You can tell from the smile on Geonhak's face that he's really enjoying his ice cream.

Hm. I'll make sure to tell Hwanwoong and Dongju that for party plans.

You've been texting back and forth with Hwanwoong and Dongju, planning for what Geonhak might like. The three of you had decided that, even though Geonhak's favorite color is black, you will not be painting the entire room black, as Dongju had suggested. This is a birthday celebration, not a funeral. You three decided that the theme for decorations will be silver balloons with silver, gold and black streamers. You'd get a white cake with Geonhak's name and age written on the top in silver and gold frosting and a black outline. You even designed the cake on a piece of paper.

The idea is simple. You might do a random play dance competition between the seven of you, or a Guess-The-Song competition, but other than the fun games you have listed, it's still a very simple party. But you're still confident in it.

"So what did Dongju call you over for the other day?" Geonhak asks, bringing you away from your thoughts.

"Huh?" It takes you a moment to register what he just asked, and you answer before he can ask again. "Oh, uh. Nothing important. Why? Did you ask him?"

"I did ask him. He also said nothing. Which makes me more concerned."

"He wanted me to come over and play video games with him and Hwanwoong," you lie. You can't tell him you're planning a surprise party for him. Then it wouldn't be a surprise.

"Oh. Him and Hwanwoong?" Geonhak asks, visibly stiffening. You nod.

"Yes. What, are you worried I'm gonna ask Hwanwoong to teach me to dance instead of you?" you ask, and Geonhak's eyes widen in surprise. Almost as if he's offended.

"What? No, of course not."

You laugh, eating more of your ice cream. "Don't worry,  I'm only teasing. Besides, even if I could ask Hwanwoong to teach me, I don't know why I would ask him now. I have you, Mr. Kim Geonhak. I'm glad to have you as my friend and dance teacher."

He smiles, and you can see his body relax at your words. "Good," he says. "I'm glad to have you as my friend and dance student."

#oneus #leedo #kim geonhak #kim gunhak #oneus fanfic #oneus fanfiction #leedo fanfic #leedo fanfiction #kim geonhak fanfic #kim geonhak fanfiction #kim gunhak fanfic #kim gunhak fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #myfic

[thelozzaview]

Ok time 2 get serious

On my website I am copying and pasting from there to here to tell you what's been happening with me for the few weeks I haven't been active:Sorry it’s been a while since I last posted anything but let’s just say its been quite an ordeal for us Marchbank’s. Some friends and family know about it and the year we have had hasn’t been easy for any of us. I have been effected by it like we all have since anyone that we know that has heard about it. I have a hole in my heart from losing my grandpa a while ago now but still recent and raw for all of us. I have been crying on and off now but since it happened everyday including the lead up to Saturday because it happened on Saturday sometime in January I have been messed up ever since even as messed to go to a psychologist it is helping but I have yet to heal i might have more to struggle with in life that’s coming for me I have my dance work starting up again soon. I might get more effected then by it but also have to keep dancing without having a grandpa to turn to tell him I am still dancing it will be the hardest time but somehow I want to convey the pain and hurt I’m feeling into the work I am working on also someone else wants to work with me and we are building something together something to do with TRUST which I am really looking forward to. I also have had my birthday and now I am 27 years old now and that's another sad moment in time because I didn't get a hug and a present from him and he won't be around to do so in the years to come in life we had to bury his ashes net to his wife my grandma Gwendolyn "Benny" Frearson now they can soar together today another week starts Monday. Today I have done my morning routine that should include a workout which I did at home because let's just say my chocolate/ screaming for any food at all stage of being a girl "oh the joy" housework and hanging out with my family and looking after mum lazing around the house and cooking tuna patties with mum then went home to lash out on food I was screaming for because I hadn't had any food since lunch had a nap then had a lot more food including dinner had Indian didn't really like the chickpeas at all so all i had was chicken and nutrigrain bar watching ANT Farm oh yeah I have a new obsession "new artist" but this one is actress/singer China Anne McClain she has acted in a number of movies Tv Shows:

ANT Farm which I am still re watching,

Descendants: Wicked World

JONAS

Tyler Perry House of Payne,

Sing Your Face Off

Paynes

Veggie tales

K-Love Superstars

Black Lightning which I am currently still re-watchingI have been listening on repeat and watching on repeat every Disney Tv show on Disney + and soundtrack she is featured in. I have been learning and mastering Young Guns for singing lesson including the rap from The Messenger but I'm convinced its Gabriel McClain her brother rapping in the song. Another highlight popped in my mail just now that me and Talitha someone I met while working together in our first Dance Film Workshop we clicked right away and knew that we are the friends that we are now our own family she invited me to a open rehearsal at the beach a while ago Annette came with me and now wanting to work together it's meant to be so I really hope we get it i would be like jumping up and down inside out when we both find out. The time now is 5:39 and just having my dried out grapes for afternoon tea now and when it's 6pm dinner time until 6:50 I'm going to have the rest of my dried out fruit, spinach and an apple not a solid meal but it might knock my weight down let's see mum told me in her serious tone about how worried she is about my weight and how I was at risk of diabetes a long time ago with my hyperthyroid problem and will have to inject myself into oblivion in the present day to manage everything along with the life stresses along with my loss of my grandfather is weighing down on me mentally, emotionally and physically which has my weight gone flying up again I'm not this person. I'm the kind of person who would have a say and say NO and be good like how I used to be fit and vigour and ready for anything not the girl who is down and depressed with the loss of her grandfather I guess I will just have to sit with it until I get there in the end and be that person again and I will forget that girl ever existed throw her to the sharks but for now just enjoying and basking in the limelight of life waiting for a job to come along because Mum and I are applying and finding more work for me to keep me busier in the days of the weeks so my life is more balanced to not rely on people to hangout with me everyday which I am still doing now until then. So I had my dinner apple and microwaved spinach then went to dance Alice picked me up I had fun she then took me home after car partying to Descendants 2 soundtrack CD I got for my birthday came home and drank water until 9:45 now watching ANT Farm thinking of going to bed now thoughI might as well do that now because I am yawning next week I will update next Monday for my readers. Yesterday I had a day to myself i have been through my period so to start off the day was shower, morning workout, grocery shop afternoon sleep to guided nap meditation on Spotify then after singing lesson at mine because Z has lost her voice from pushing too hard at her gig on Tuesday night and has 2 gigs this weekend.

So the next best thing for me to do which was chat to her for like a 2 message chat with her around 5:40pm which was fun watched Maleficent but thought I was watching the second one which I haven't watched in a while since I came back from a holiday with the family which I will do on Thursday night and I had my singing practice and loz parties which are always fun had cheese n mac for dinner dare iced mocha, bread as my ANT Farm viewings and chips/ smoothie for my movie watching snacks which was enjoyable when it was time I went to bed and woke up to Thursday which is today.

started today with shower, smoothie to kickstart my tastebuds and breakfast then by 9am had Zumba which was fun then Annette came to pick me up to have some fun with me which we did we drove home together got changed and caught the bus to Chamberlain coffee shop because I might be working there if i get the job that is mum is finding work for me now I have been home quite a bit we finally got onto Bernie and I am working with her during the month of April which is exciting so need the rest before working long hours plus

Talitha who I met when Bernie and I joined Dance Film Workshop were hoping to work together around that time also and we are working with the idea of Trust and we have some footage to work off together which we are excited to get going so things are turning the right direction for me in that front did some last minute shopping and now home to recover had my afternoon nap that wasn't long at all because mum and I have some errands to do together and an afternoon tea together with Susan who is going back home so mum will find out the details for that until I can re-cooperate until then

So i went to Susan's and had a bit of cake and some water and talk and hangout with Anna and watched the football and mum had to go out tonight so we left at 5pm and now the time is 6:18 just showered washed my hair and everything else what stays in the shower stays in the shower now about to unwind and have a lozza party once again

Gem and I finally agreed on going to Dawesville tomorrow night and coming back on Saturday so I can still have my parties so its a win win situation for both of us were both really looking forward to hanging out with each other again she told me herself my phone is playing with me it keeps turning on and off again and it wont let me go on it in bed like I usually do i know that will keep dad happy because I'm not really supposed to have screen time then

I want to go to Alvin to get it fixed with Phoebe so i can keep using my phone because I don't just use it for entertainment I also need it for its own functions to call my family ever night and morning to help me to start and end day I am charging my phone to hope for it to work again ore night so far not success but I will keep my eye out through the night and morning until i call my parents again but enjoying my Disney + party. I will go to bed soon though

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Dance With Me | Chapter 1

💙 Summary: After visiting the members of ONEUS during their dance practice, you find yourself inspired to learn to dance. You ask your friend Kim Geonhak to teach you.

💙 Chapter 1: 2,386 words

💙 Pairing: Reader x Kim Geonhak (Leedo) / Characters: GenderNeutral!Reader; Kim Geonhak (Leedo); Son Dongju (Xion); Yeo Hwanwoong (Hwanwoong); Lee Keonhee (Keonhee); Lee Seoho (Seoho); Kim Youngjo (Ravn);

💙 Rated: T for some minor swearing / Warnings: Minor Swearing, Jealousy (Later in the fic) / Genre: Fluff, Minor Angst (Later in the fic), Friends-To-Lovers, Happy Ending;

《 Series Masterlist // ONEUS Masterlist // Boy Group Masterlist 》

You knock on the door of the dance studio, carrying a bag of take-out in one hand and your phone in the hand that knocked on the door. You had earlier texted the group chat to alert the boys that you were on your way with lunch, and Youngjo responded with an "okay" and series of emojis.

The door opens, and you are met with Youngjo, smiling brightly at you with his phone in hand. You can see the other five members behind him, all staring in your direction while sitting on the floor. 

"Hey Y/N!" Dongju calls out before Youngjo can say anything, waving at you.

Dongju is the closest to your age in the group, the member you had befriended five years ago, before ONEUS's debut. He had been the one to introduce you to the rest of the group.

"Hey Dongju," you say, waving back. "Hey everyone!" Youngjo opens the door to let you enter the practice room. Keonhee grabs the plastic bag of takeout from your hand, sets it down on the floor, and starts taking the food out, while Geonhak, who was sitting closest to the door, quickly stands up and helps you get your coat off and folds it to set it aside for you.

"Thank you," you say to Geonhak. "It's raining outside."

"I can tell," Geonhak says, laughing. "Your hair is dripping. I should come with you next time to help you bring us food."

"What song were you guys practicing?" you ask, sitting down between Dongju and Geonhak. Geonhak sits down in his spot, helping Keonhee set all the food up.

"We were practicing A Song Written Easily," Seoho says. You sigh, smiling softly, thinking of the pretty song, which came out about three months ago. You've always admired the music, the raps, the vocals, the choreography of the song. It might not be your favorite song, but it is still a masterpiece.

"Oh, I've always wanted to learn that choreography," you say dreamily. "It's always so pretty to watch and rewatch your performances."

"You watch our performances?" Geonhak asks, turning to face you with an eyebrow raised, and you nod.

"Of course. I watch them almost every day, when I have time. I'm your friend, I want to support my friends," you say.

"Y/Nie, that's so sweet," Youngjo says.

"The choreographies are so pretty, I've always wanted to learn them," you continue.

"We could teach you sometime!" Hwanwoong says cheerfully. "Which choreographies do you want to know most, Y/Nie?"

"Oh gosh, I don't know. A Song Written Easily or Valkyrie, probably," you say. If you were to be honest, you would have listed every single one of their songs with choreographies, but that would be unrealistic.

"We still have practice for another two hours after our lunch break, you can watch us practice if you want," Geonhak suggests.

You nod, unable to stop yourself from smiling.

After the boys have finished eating the food you brought them--Dongju gave you a bit of his food--you hang out with them for half an hour.

"What choreographies do you know already, Y/N?" Seoho asks.

"Mostly girl group choreos," you say shrugging. "Especially because TWICE's and SNSD's songs are so catchy. I know a few Pentagon and BTS choreos."

"Oh? Do you know the choreo of Pentagon's Shine?" Seoho asks, and you nod. "Show us."

While he plays Shine from the speaker, the two of you do the choreography together while the others watch, laughing, clapping and singing along. After you've finished, you're sweating and panting. Seoho  as a K-Pop idol, is used to this workout. You, on the other hand, are not a K-Pop idol. You can barely call yourself athletic. Of course you're out of breath from doing the shoot dance.

"Good job," Seoho says, patting your back as you sit back down next to him. "You would make a good trainee."

Geonhak nudges you, and offers me an unopened plastic water bottle.

"Thank you," I say, taking it and downing the water.

"Y/N, what other choreos do you know?" Hwanwoong asks. An idea pops into your head, and you stand up on achy, tired legs.

"Just one. Let me get my phone out," you say, opening your phone and opening YouTube. You start typing in the search bar, 'Leedo 5G'.

The music starts playing, and the members except Geonhak and Youngjo start laughing, before getting to their feet and joining you in the dance. Hwanwoong and Seoho imitate the deep voice while Dongju, Keonhee and you just imitate the dance. Geonhak is pretending to cover his eyes as he laughs in embarrassment. Youngjo is laughing while watching, mouthing along with the song.

After the song ends, you all sit back down in your spots next to Geonhak, laughing off your joy and amusement.

"I should have quit all those years ago," Geonhak murmurs, but he can't hide his smile from you. "I hate you all."

The boys resume their practice of A Song Written Easily. They move in sync, their footsteps echoing off the walls as they dance. You're seated with your back against the wall, your computer on your lap for work.

After about half an hour, you set your computer aside and watch the boys practice. They move so beautifully, you can tell it takes years of hard work and passion.

You've sat in on many of their practices within the past few years, but they still never fail to make you smile. It's like watching a painter work on their work in progress. You know it's going to be a masterpiece in the end, but there's a strange joy or honor in watching them create and perfect the piece. You see the piece when it's nothing, when it's a masterpiece, and everything in between.

After they've finished practicing, they all wander around the room, wiping sweat off of their foreheads and grabbing at their water bottles, talking about plans for after practice. Youngjo, Keonhee and Seoho are talking on the other side of the room, while Dongju and Hwanwoong are messing around in the corner. Geonhak, sweating, walks toward you. You grab Geonhak's bottle, the closest to you against the wall, and hand it to him as he approaches.

"Ah, thank you," he says, smiling gently as he sits down next to you. You admire his figure. He’s so large. His dark hair sticks to his forehead, and his skin glistens with sweat. He dabs away at his neck and cheeks with a towel. "What?" he asks you, eyebrows furrowed in a frown.

"Huh?"

"You're staring," Geonhak murmurs, just barely loud enough for you to hear, but not loud enough for the others to hear while milling about the practice room. You blink before looking away, but you can hear him laughing gently.

"Hey Geonhak," Youngjo calls out, drawing Geonhak's attention away from you before you can even think of a response. "The rest of us have to quickly help Seoho re-record for a song, come with us."

"Okay. We'll be back soon, Y/N," Geonhak says, waving goodbye. You wave back, smiling as he closes the door behind him.

You stay in the room alone, glancing at yourself anxiously in the large mirror, which stretches from floor to ceiling, end to end of the wall and curves somewhat to the adjacent walls. It probably helps the members watch their stance from more than one angle when they practice. 

After a moment of considering what you can do to fill the silence, you push yourself to your feet and stand in the center of the room, in front of the mirror. You think back to the start of the A Song Written Easily choreography, and absentmindedly stand sideways in Geonhak's position.

You sigh, walk over to your computer and place it in front of the room, so that it’s set up against the mirror with the Weekly Idol Leedo clip of A Song Written Easily playing on full screen as you clumsily attempt to copy Geonhak's movements. You find it's not as easy as he always makes it seem, his movements confident and intentional and elegant, while your movements are stiff, clumsy and awkward, and you almost fall over several times.

How does he keep his balance? you wonder, frustrated as you restart the song for the fourth time, despite having only gotten twenty seconds into the song.

This time, you clumsily make it all the way up to the start of Geonhak's rap verse, about thirty seconds into the song. At the sound of his voice, you freeze up, watching in awe. His moves aren't elegant and flowy during his rap, but they're intentional and beautiful nonetheless. His body control is impressive.

Because he's a dancer.

"Wow . . ." you murmur. You wait until after his verse has ended to restart the song and try again.

You follow his moves as closely as you can, but you end up stumbling getting lost.

"Ah, damn it . . ."

"You're a bit ahead of the beat."

Startled, you whip around at the sound of a familiar deep voice, and Geonhak is standing at the back of the room. He’s leaning against the wall, a pleasant smile on his face as he watches you.

"I, uh, what? I mean--I'm sorry?" Your words come out in a jumbled mess as you bend down to pause the music.

"During Dongju's part, you lose your balance and move a bit too fast. You get lost right before Keonhee's part. I recommend you slow the song down to half speed when you practice at home."

You stare at him blankly.

"You're doing my part," he remarks.

"Yeah," you reply dumbly, ducking your head. Hopefully he hasn't noticed you blushing and smiling like an idiot. You're not used to people watching you do things, and you're not much of a dancer. You wonder how long he's been watching you. "Aren't you supposed to be with everyone helping Dongju record?"

Geonhak shrugs. "Thought you might be lonely. So I thought I'd check on you."

"Oh."

"Do you want help with the choreo?"

You shake your head. "That’s okay. You must be tired from practice. Maybe some other time, Geonhak."

"I'm not that tired. Try it again, I can direct you." He moves to sit in front of you, back against the mirror with your computer on his lap so you can see the screen. He starts the song over again.

You try the dance again, feeling how his eyes follow you as you move as he plays the song for you. He calls out to you as you dance, firmly but gently so as not to distract you too much. "You're rushing, slow down a bit. Step. Step. Step. There you go."

His deep voice is calming, you think. Sometimes it is, sometimes it isn’t. But right now, it is. You follow his instructions, going through the first half of the first verse twice. You stop just as his rap begins, and he pauses the music, standing up from where he sits.

"Good job, you're improving. You need to relax your muscles. And bend your knees a bit more at the beginning, like this." Geonhak demonstrates, humming the song as he moves. You watch him dance, mesmerized, not paying as much attention to the moves as you should be.

"Y/N, are you even paying attention?"

You blink, coming back to your senses. "Oh, yes. Your dancing is amazing," you say, and Geonhak smiles shyly, glancing around the room. He is easily made shy.

"Ah, thank you."

"Geonhak?"

He looks back at you, face serious once more, but he's still smiling a bit. "Yes?"

"Could you . . . could you please teach me how to dance?" you ask. "I've wanted to dance so much, but it's so hard to in my free time, plus I'm not good at teaching myself this stuff. I know you're a busy man, so you can say no, but would mean a lot if you could teach me."

Geonhak blinks at you, brow furrowed. Not in anger but in confusion. At the same time, his eyes are wide and his cheeks are a bit pink. "Me? Y/N, I'm not the best dancer on the team. I'm a dancer but . . . maybe Hwanwoong or Seoho would be better teachers?"

You shake your head stubbornly. "Other than Dongju, you're the member I'm the closest to. I'm much more close to you than I am to Hwanwoong and Seoho. I'm kind of too nervous to ask them. Besides, when you were guiding me earlier, it really helped me."

After a moment, he smiles. "Alright, I'll teach you to dance."

You look up happily. "Really?"

Geonhak laughs, nodding. "Yes, I'll teach you to dance. But not today, I'm too tired. Here's a plan. What if I teach you twice a week, after ONEUS practices. You can use this practice room whenever you need, though."

You nod. "Yes, absolutely."

"I'll also be giving you 'homework' too. You need to exercise and stretch, you need to practice on your own. Alright?"

"Alright."

The door bursts open, and in walk the rest of the members. Youngjo, Keonhee and Hwanwoong are discussing something about the recording, while Dongju and Seoho are play wrestling, Dongju trying hard to bite at Seoho's finger.

"Oh, there you two are," Youngjo says, smiling.

"How'd the recording go?" you ask.

"It went well. It's hard to get it just right, but I think we might have gotten it right this time. If not, it was definitely close."

"That’s good to hear."

Youngjo glances from you to Geonhak, then back at you. "What were you two up to?"

"Geonhak was helping me try the A Song Written Easily choreography," you say. Youngjo opens his mouth to speak when a yell pierces through the air, echoing off of the walls, startling you, Youngjo and Geonhak. You turn to find that Dongju has finally managed to bite Seoho's finger, and you laugh.

How lucky you feel, that you befriended Son Dongju and Dongmyeong all those years ago. Otherwise you wouldn't be friends with all of the people in this room with you. And your joy isn't because you're friends with all these famous idols. No, it's because you're friends with all these silly goofballs.

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