#Pay no mind to the man behind the trainer

[wayfaringtrainers]

Don't mind the mun, he be doing science

[wayfaringtrainers]

Annalise 20 minutes later

🍙 A pasta 'dish' of some description, made with love by Robin

~wayfaringtrainers

Give my muse some food

"This looks....good, Robin!" Annalise chirped. Ever the optimist, she digs in to the "dish".

Godspeed, Annalise.

[nightmare-niko]

Pretty When You Cry [Father Charlie Mayhew x reader]

pt. 2

Word Count: 1916

Warnings: manhandling, kinda munch! Charlie, one slap, mean! Dom Charlie, blasphemy (they fuck in the church😬)

A/N: not my gifs! I have the originals reblogged on my page😘 this was actually already being written and then I got an anon request for basically exactly what I was already writing!! Hope ya like it hehe 🙃 i also dont really ever write like this kind of smut so i hope i did good!!

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You weren't a religious person by any means. But staying the night at your parents had you up early, trying to find the most church-appropriate outfit. of course, your parents failed to tell you that they were planning on bringing you along to church. Your skirt was a bit too short. But it is not like you had room to complain with such short notice!

You remember going to high school with Father Charlie— or as you knew him Charlie. The two of you didn't run with the same crowds-- but you knew each other.

Now, here you were. Paying no attention to the words coming from his mouth and all attention to how good he looked. Damn-- maybe you should have shot your shot years ago when he was a personal trainer.

As you watched him at the head of the room, you allowed your mind to wander.

One extremely long and boring sermon later, you stand awkwardly behind your parents as they talk to what Seems like every member of the church. God how you regret agreeing to come-- It's not like you knew anyone here- none of your friends went to church. But here you were, being judged by middle-aged churchgoers. How fun.

The sound of your name being called catches your attention.

You whip your head around to the noise, "Father Charlie!" The name is unnatural as it falls from your lips. You quickly look at your parents- too engrossed in a conversation. “It's been a while!" You awkwardly step closer to the man.

He hums, "It has been, hasn't it? The first time in the church as well.”

“Well, you know...” You gesture back to your parents.

"I'm assuming this wasn't on your schedule.” He looks you up and down, “Given your attire.”

You gasp sharply, heat rising to your face as you pathetically try to pull your skirt down. "I-uh,” you try to think of an excuse, "I didn't pack any pants..." You lie-- lying in a church is one thing but to the priest?

If Charlie sensed your lie he didn't comment on it. "Well, I hope you enjoyed today's sermon.”

"I did!" You lie again, a little too enthusiastically.

Charlie narrows his eyes at you, "You weren't paying attention, were you?" His voice is playful.

"No, I was not," You quickly confess.

He laughs, you have to fight to not stare shamefully at his beautiful face for too long. "That's odd— because when I looked at you, you looked very focused," He teases.

“I wasn't paying attention to your voice. Just your fa-" you stop in your tracks. Utterly petrified at the situation you have just found yourself in. His eyebrows raise in surprise at your slip-up. “I mean I didn't even know that you could see me in that crowd-- I-I- just figured that-”

“That every time we locked eyes it wasn't on purpose?” he finishes your thought.

You nod pathetically, your shoes suddenly extremely interesting.

Charlie takes a step towards you, the proximity making you look up at the man. Has he always been that tall? "I want you to go into my office and wait for me.” His voice is a seductive tone you have never heard him use before. It sends a shiver down your spine.

“But what about my parents?” you ask, voice just above a whisper.

“Dont worry about them,” he assures before walking away. Leaving you standing alone— stunned.

To say you were terrified was an understatement. Sure, you weren't in any danger-- at least you didn't think so. What exactly had you gotten yourself into? Here you sat, in a priest's office. Surrounded by biblical Imagery. And you were 99% Sure you were soaked through your cotton panties, you didn't care. No one but you was going to know... right?

Five minutes turned to ten. You sat anxiously in the chair across from Charlie's desk. A clock on the wall ticked away obnoxiously. You had figured when you walked in it would take him a while for him to return. how long should you wait? Has he forgotten that you were sitting in his office, impatiently waiting? You didn't dare to snoop, or even scroll on your phone. Charlie said to wait for him, and that's what you would do.

For thirty minutes you're alone in that office. you straighten your posture when you hear the clicks of Charlie’s boots nearing. The sound of the door opening makes you flinch pathetically. You don't dare turn around. Eyes glued on the desk in front of you.

Charlie is silent as he moves around behind you. Your pulse pounds in your throat at the anticipation.

“You seem nervous.” You tense at his voice, still refusing to turn around and face the man.

You try to swallow the lump in your throat, “I am nervous, Father.” You press your thighs together in an atempt to find some sort of relief to your throbbing center.

He groans quietly from behind you, “look at me.”

Like a magnet your head whips around to look at the man. His sharp gaze made your breath hitch. You felt hazy as he stepped towards you. Your eyes locked on his as he comes to stand right in front of you. Your breath quickens when he captures your chin in between his thumb and pointer finger.

Charlies predatory gaze on you deepens, his lips curling into a smirk, "you--" he rubs the lipstick on your mouth, smudging it. "Are such a pretty mess for me, darling.”

You bat your eyelashes up at him, “I don't know what you mean, Father.”

He grips the sides of your face harshly, cheeks smushing together into a pout. “Showing up to my church dressed like a slut—” he spits, “shamlessly eyefucking me the whole time like you were the only one in the room.”

You whimper at his words— he was right of course. But that didn't stop your face from flushing in embarrassment.

“Now look at you. Slut. Sitting before me like a doe as if you didn’t wait in my office hoping I would come in here and fuck you like the whore that you are.”

You moan shamelessly when he lets go of your face, while your whole body was screaming at you to submit to the man before you. You could help but push his buttons just a little bit further.

“You know for a priest you sure do have a filthy mouth—” His eyes narrow on you as you speak. “im such a slut but here you are hard in your pants over a damn mini skirt.” If looks could kill, you’d surely be dead. You needed more.

You open your mouth to speak again. But before you could even get a sound out, Charlie strikes his large hand across your cheek. You moan again, “fuck!”

Wordlessly, he turns to the desk before you. You watch curiously as he haphazardly pushes the clutter on his desk onto the floor. Your hands tremble in anticipation as you watch him bound towards you. He effortlessly picks you up from the chair you sat on, as if a reflex you cross you’d ankles behind his back as his hands greedily grip your thighs and ass.

He gently places you on the recently cleared off desk. A stark contrast to the way he effortlessly hoisted you from your seat. You attempt to grind down in the wooden desk under you for some kind of stimulation, but Charlie’s grip stops you.

“So impatient,” he purrs. He captures your lips in a quick, gentle kiss. You whine at the loss of him, but you don’t have to worry for long as his hands greedily grasps at your skirt, tearing at your legs. He leaves you with one last opened mouth kiss as he begins to trail wet kisses down your neck.

He mumbles something you can’t quite hear. But you don’t really care when he sinks to his knees, his strong hands prying your legs open. He trails more kisses to your inner thigh all the way up to your core. He licks a stripe over your soaked through panties, your legs try to close but his hands are holding your thighs open. His eyes lock on yours as he pulls them down your legs, the speed agonizing as you whimper. In a second his lips are back on you, his wet kisses up your thighs driving you mad.

“Charlie,” You thread your hand through his hair as he bites and licks at your heat like a starved man.

He mumbles a quick “no,” as he pulls away from you. His chin slicked and shiny from you. The scene is pornographic, if you had a camera you’d take a picture. He fumbles with his belt buckle and throws it to the side, the metal clanking to the floor loudly. You shamelessly stare as he stands back up, towering over you again he gets close enough that you feel his breath on your face.

“Look at you,” he tuts. You lurch forward— pulling him into a greedy, filthy kiss. When he moans into your mouth it’s the most heavenly sound you’ve ever heard. Pushing you back into the desk, once again he’s muttering something, a prayer. You paw at his zipper and he lazily watches you has you pull out his angry cock.

“Please?” You beg, tears welling up in your eyes from sheer sexual frustration.

“Since you asked so nicely~” he steals a quick kiss before dragging his leaking tip through your folds.

He pushes into you fully in one smooth motion. Your back arches up off of the desk, wood painfully digging into your spine. You didn’t care— all you cared about was him.

Fast sharp deep thrusts have you screaming as the sounds of skin ring throughout the office. You curse- throwing your arms over your head. Charlie’s mouth gaping while he groans, pressing and thrusting himself into you.

"Just, like that, oh.. god." You wail as he slams himself into your g spot repeatedly.

Charlie greedily paws at your clothed breasts as his hips slap into yours. You clench around him— you can already feel your orgasm building from the rough pace set. Charlie’s hips stutter from your action and you clench again. A low groan leaves his beautifully shaped lips as he digs his fingers into your hips.

You moan— you try to form words but Charlie feels so good inside of you that your brain feels like mush. He seems to be able to tell your close however by the way his thumb reaches down to rub sloppy circles onto your clit.

Your vision turns white as you come undone. Your nails dig into the desk below you as Charlie chases his own release. He leans down, pressing kisses into your cheeks and necks, unlike the kisses before; these are gentle and caring. You hiss when he pulls out of you, missing the feeling of him inside you immediately.

“How much convincing will it take for you to come to next weeks service?” He breathily laughs against the side of your face.

“If it’s gonna end like this again— none at all.”

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[bodythiefsblog]

Beyond the Reflection

Javier and Mateo had always shared a special connection. From the moment they met in that café, they felt they were meant to be together. But something deeply troubled them: how society viewed them and how they perceived themselves. Both were slender and felt insecure in their bodies; they wished to be stronger and more muscular, not just to feel better about themselves but also to protect their relationship from the critical gaze of the outside world.

One day, while strolling through an old neighborhood, they stumbled upon an esoteric shop that seemed out of time. In the window, a sign read: "We fulfill your deepest desires." Intrigued, they entered the dimly lit establishment, which was filled with antique mirrors and mysterious objects.

An old woman with eyes as dark as the night greeted them. "I know what you want," she said before they could utter a word. "You want different bodies, stronger, more powerful."

Javier and Mateo, holding hands, looked at each other and nodded. They were willing to pay any price to be together without the insecurities that haunted them.

The old woman led them to a room where two large golden mirrors hung on the wall. "These mirrors do more than reflect your desires," she explained, "they allow you to take the bodies of those who embody that desire. But you must be sure because this change is irreversible."

In their minds appeared two muscular men they often saw at the neighborhood gym. One of them was Gabriel, a 27 year old man who had dedicated his life to the gym, making it his sole occupation and passion. Standing tall with a muscular build, his physique was the result of years of relentless training and discipline. Gabriel spent hours each day lifting weights, perfecting his form, and pushing his limits. The gym wasn’t just a place to work out; it was his sanctuary, the one place where he felt in control and at peace.

The other man was Armando, a 30 year old successful personal trainer and nutritionist, known for his charisma and his ability to inspire others to reach their goals. Armando came from a humble background and had worked hard to build his reputation in the fitness world. However, behind his bright smile and seemingly perfect life, he hid a deep loneliness. He had dedicated so much time to his career that he had neglected his personal life, and although he was admired by many, he had no one to share his successes with.

The mirrors began to glow, and in an instant, Javier and Mateo felt a strange pull inside them. When they opened their eyes, they were no longer in the shop but in the bodies of Gabriel and Armando.

Javier, now Gabriel, suddenly felt much stronger, and immediately began to admire his body: his abs, his perfect pecs and a pair of big buttocks ready to receive his boyfriend's cock.

He immediately put Gabriel's things (his things) in his backpack and took a photo, sending it to his boyfriend's old Instagram profile.

"Look at the ass you're going to be playing with tonight."

Meanwhile, Mateo opened his eyes and found himself in the middle of a routine in Armando's body. There were people around him who noticed something strange in his attitude.

"Are you okay?" one of them said.

"Yes, bro." Mateo pretended, knowing that was exactly how Armando would speak.

Immediately, the new Armando ran to the locker room, where he logged into his Instagram account and read the message from "Gabriel." Full of emotion, he lifted his shirt and took a photo. Responding: "I can't wait."

After two weeks (and a phase of rough gay sex every night), Gabriel and Armando came out to their girlfriends and families and declared themselves a couple. It was especially fun to go to the mall to find some clothes that actually fit their "new selves."

Their new bodies were strong, powerful, exactly as they had imagined.

[wrestlingwithlife]

Texas Style

Most people quiver at the thought of having to face Ghost, let alone in hand to hand combat, but Ghost is about to have a sparring partner like he’s never had before. With a little Texas flare thrown in, of course.

Task Force 141 x Male!Reader

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Y/n fished around in his dresser, searching for sturdier tank top than the one he’d had on. The last thing he wanted was to rip another, especially after what had happened last hand to hand combat day. The h/c haired male didn’t even bother to look up when he heard his door swing, already having a strong idea about who it was.

“Howdy, Partner.” Soap laughed as he plopped onto Y/n’s bed. The s/t male only rolled his eyes at Soap’s humor.

“Hello, Soap.”

Y/n gave up on his search for a thicker tank top, shutting the drawer and turning back to face Soap. Y/n had learned his lesson on ignoring the Scott for to long.

A coy smile danced across the mohawked man’s face. “You sound like your not simply ecstatic to see me.” He teased, eyes blazing with mischief as he scanned them over his team mate.

“Hmm, how rude of me.” Y/n spoke flatly, but he couldn’t fight the smallest up turn of his lips. “Let’s go, don’t want Price on us for being late.”

Y/n leads the way out of his room, when they step out Gaz is there, waiting for them. “Would you look at us, we done got a reunion going.” Y/n drawled, shutting his door behind them. The three made their way across the base, turning a few heads as they did.

Now, Y/n was gorgeous. Everyone knew that. Well, everyone except Y/n himself but the poor guy didn’t have a mind for much more than his teammates, so who could really blame him.

But Y/n wasn’t just that pretty guy who went to your high school with you. No, he was the kind of pretty that was untouchable. Like a celebrity, or some guy at the airport that you’ll probably never see again.

The 141 squad understood this, and they reveled in the fact that Y/n was their’s. Well, mostly Soap and Gaz, but who’s really paying attention to that? However, as much as they loved to flaunt Y/n, there were times when even they’d get protective.

So when Soap slung his arm over Y/n’s shoulder and tugged him in closer the h/c haired male didn’t bat an eye. Not even when Gaz’s arm slipped around his waist. This was just his daily life, and he’d grown used to it.

In fact, when the looming figure seemingly appeared out of nowhere behind them he was the only one of the trio not to jump out of his skin. Y/n offered Ghost a smile, nodding in greeting to the silent male.

“So, Cowboy, you nervous?” Soap slung his arm over Y/n’s shoulder again, taking back his place pressed up to the male.

The h/c male blinked, tilting his head in confusion. “Nervous? What for?”

Soap had to bite his cheek to hide how adorable the head tilt looked from his point of view. “Well you and Ghosty are the only ones with undefeated records in hand to hand, means you two will be fighting today.”

Y/n shrugged, reaching for the knob of the training room door. “Ain’t nothing. I wrestled steers twice as big as Simon, and four times as mean.” The male shot Ghost a playful and teasing look, and Ghost was lucky he wore a mask or his pink cheeks would have been on full display.

When the group stepped into the training room heads turned. I mean, of course they did. This was THE 141 Task Force. Who wouldn’t look?

Price looked up from the trainer he was talking to to, a grin on his lips as he motioned the group over.

“Ghost, Cowboy, go get stretched. You’re up in five.”

Ghost’s eyes cut over to Y/n, but the smaller male was already looking at him. His e/c eyes are blazing with something that Simon could only describe as wild adrenaline. Cowboy grins, giving Ghost a wink before going off to stretch, Soap trailing after him like a little lost dog.

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜

Soap’s hands worked into the muscles of Y/n shoulders as the male wrapped his hands. He didn’t plan on throwing many punches, but better safe than sorry.

“Really pampering me ain’t ya? Feel like one of my Pa’s show calves right about now.” Y/n chuckled, looking over his shoulder at Soap once he was done with his hands.

“Now I know how Ghost feels when I talk.” Johnny huffed, moving down to Y/n’s shoulder blades. “Well somebody has to pamper you, you’re about to face the grim reaper after all.”

Now, one could argue that Soap was only massaging the muscles on Y/n shoulders to give himself the opportunity to feel him up a little. However, those people would be hypocrites, because every person in the room was shooting Soap a jealous look.

And Y/n wasn’t complaining, so it was a win-win.

“Cowboy! Ghost! You’re up!”

Y/n pulled away from Soap’s hold, jumping a bit in surprise when he felt a hard slap on his ass. “Give him hell, Cowboy!” Soap cheered.

Y/n just shook his head, making his way to the ring. Ghost stood before him, a looming presence of muscles and angst. Y/n couldn’t help but shudder in excitement.

“Good luck.” The e/c eyed male smirked, taking up a ready stance. Ghost didn’t say anything, he only nodded, watching Y/n with careful eyes.

“Alright, you two know the rules. First one on their back for a three count or I call it.” The trainer spoke. “On my call… begin!”

Ghost was the first to make a move, throwing a right hook at the shorter male. Y/n managed to just barely duck under it, slipping past him with ease.

Cowboy hooks an arm around Ghost’s waist using his momentum to carry him to the skull masked male’s other side, catching him off guard.

Y/n’s arm slips up Ghost’s back, trapping his head and left arm in a tight grip. However, Ghost refused to go down easy. He did his best to break the hold, slinging Y/n around wildly, but his grip remained unbroken.

Gaz watched in amazement as Y/n clung to Ghost, his e/c eyes wild with delight and his face sporting an equally wild grin.

When Y/n’s feet finally hit the ground he saw his opportunity. The male dropped his hips, twisting his body and threw his weight around, flipping Ghost over his shoulder.

Ghost’s back hit the ground with a thundering noise, knocking the breath from his lungs. Cowboy was quick to straddle the man’s waist, pinning his arms above his head.

They sat there for a moment, Ghost breathing heavily and Y/n grinning down at him, before the trainer blew his whistle. The match was over, Cowboy had won, and Ghost had learned something about himself that day.

There were claps and whoops, and when the two stepped off the mat Soap practically tackled the poor country boy to the floor.

“I didn’t doubt you for a second!” He beamed, arm wrapped tightly around Y/n’s slim waist.

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜

Y/n towel dried his hair as he stepped out from the shower, pulling on a loose pair of joggers. He was lounging in his room for the rest of the day, so he saw no need to bother with a shirt.

He opened his bathroom door and stepped out into his room only to see Ghost sat in one of his bean bag chairs reading a book while Soap and Gaz sat at the foot of his bed, engrossed in some true crime show.

“Hello people who do not live here.” Y/n huffed, three sets of eyes darted over to look at him. Ghost had the luxury of having a mask to cover his cheeks, the other two were less fortunate. Luckily for Gaz, Soap was there to take the attention from him.

“My oh my, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” Soap whistled flirtatiously, wiggling his eye brows. Y/n rolled his eyes, grabbing a pillow from the top of his bed and smacking the Scott with it.

Y/n plopped down onto his bed leaning against his pillows. Gaz and Soap shifted a bit, resting their heads on the southern males thick thighs, going back to being absorbed into their show.

The bed dipped a bit and Ghost sat down, laying back so his head was resting against Y/n’s chest. He didn’t make eyes contact with the male, eyes still focused on the book in his hand.

Y/n smiled softly, letting his hand rest on top of Ghost’s head. His eyes cut back over to the show that was playing on the screen, and he had to admit, this was pretty nice.

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Hope this was okay! If you guys like the cowboy!reader I’d love to do more. It’s hard to find any love for cowboy readers out there lol

- Author~Chan out ✌️

[angelickisscs]

i’ve been waiting for you ~ blurb ‧₊˚

୨ ୧ ˚₊ pairing ~ jude bellingham x reader

summary: your sisters poor time keeping abilities lead you to seeing a childhood crush once again !

y/s/n: your sisters name

THE DROPLETS OF water sliddown your windscreen, racing one another to the bottom but rarely did they make it, your wipers soon intervening with whatever fun they were having. With each second that passed, it became increasingly obvious how much time had passed since you had text your sister that you were outside.

You had decided to be a good older sister and offer to pick her up from her friend’s house. Though with the knowledge you had now, you would never be doing that again.

It felt creepy lingering outside of this family’s home, staring up at their front door in hope that it would finally open. You were yet to meet any of them, only just getting back from university, a fact that did not help with pleading your unfortunate case.

With one final glimpse of effort, you attempted to ring your sister once again. You watched as it got further through the familiar song that you had subjected yourself to listening to at least ten times by now. Only on the final ring did she pick up, her voice honeyed.

“You alright?” She asked upon answering obviously forgetting about your previously made deal to pick her up at eleven.

“Yeah, I’m outside.” Your voice was short as you leant your head against the headrest. Not only were you tired, but you were also annoyed. It had already been a long day and it was slowly stretching itself out even more.

Hearing a small gasp come through the line, the sounds of a duvet rustling coming afterwards, there was nothing to do but wait.

“Shit, my bad sorry. I will be outside in a second.” Your sister hastily said, hanging up not second later. With that small hint of hope returning to you, you turned back on your engine having decided to warm up your car slightly for her.

But your body soon blocked its entrance, a text pinging loudly through your phone. At first you ignored it, thinking it was one of your friends or even your parents but a second and third following forced you into reluctantly picking it up.

Can you come to the door pleaseeee?

With an umbrella preferably

I’ll pay for your petrol and everything if you do it :))

All were from your sister, her attempts at bribery leaving you ever so slightly proud but the fact she had decided to use them on you was mildly insulting.

No??I’m not knocking at a stranger’s door at 11:30 at night. You responded and without a second thought, you put your phone back down.

This time, it was your phone that was ringing.

“We are the only ones here, swear.” Yet again, you had no time to say anything before she was speaking. “Well, his older brother might be here but he’s not sure and even if he is, he wont care.”

One thing you were not good at was turning someone down so only five minutes of convincing later you had your hood up, strolling down the driveway you had parked a mere five metres away from. You tucked an umbrella away in your hand, having no use of it as you had been smart enough to put on a coat before you left.

Your mind was afar, not in the current but rather anywhere but. You were alert to sounds still however, your head snapping up upon hearing the door open. Words prepped themselves to take part in a harsh scolding though, when a man stood putting on his own coat in the doorway, they found themselves useless.

He noticed you only when you paused in your tracks, the gravel you had forgotten you were currently walking on creasing under your trainers with a loud noise.

The mans head turned to the side, his eyebrows furrowing into one line. “Can I help you?”

His words were slow with hesitation, it becoming painfully clear that you were not the only one unsure of what to do in this situation. He moved out of the wooden doors’ way, closing it behind him as he closed it behind him.

You could feel nothing but full body paralysis in that second, your mind whirring as even you were confused as to why you were here, as to why you ever let your sister talk you into this.

“Oh, I am y/s/n older sister. I am here to pick her up.” Shoving your hands in your pockets, you shuffled around on your feet in discomfort. The man continued to stare at you, as if he was validating your excuse as to why you had to be standing outside his house so late at night.

A part of you recognised him, having gone to the same primary school basically a decade ago. The two of you were in the same year but not class and for that reason had failed to ever do more than send each other a smile. Maybe it was during lunch or a mixed PE lesson where they forced the two classes to merge for whatever reason, they both had one thing in common, it never went past a smile.

Even if you did have an eight-year-olds crush on him for the span of a day, or two if you wanted to push facts, you never cared to learn his name.

A part of you knew when your heart speeding up when you saw his confusion riddled, bambi-like eyes once again was paired with the instantaneous jelly like feeling that riddled your leg, that sadly enough for you, the childhood crush hadn’t stayed so childish.

“Right, of course. Jobe told me you were coming.” He nodded slowly, taking in your dishevelled appearance. Making no attempt to hide his actions, his eyes had started on your face though soon they were heading downwards even if it was with the speed of a snail. Never had you felt this embarrassed before, having failed to change out of your Disney themed pyjama before leaving your house that night. On top of that, you were wearing a thick, baggy jumper with yet another thick coat on top.

Upon finishing his look-fest, his eyes met with yours, a pink hue settling within his cheeks. “Jude, nice to meet you.”

He held his hand out for you, a silent offer that you only caught onto when he cleared out of his throat awkwardly.

“Shit, yeah. I’m y/n.” You panicked slightly, those words of harsh reprimand that were in preparation for your sister coming back with the speed of light to hide underneath your tongue until it was time.

Jude laughed slightly as your wobbling hand met with his for a handshake. He could feel the anxiety radiating of your body as if you were a lamp. Although, he was in no position to talk, feeling a similar sense of nervousness at the shock of finally having the chance to be in front of you.

He had failed miserably at recognising you at first, having not seen you since the end of primary school. But there was only so much he could forget a face like yours no matter how hard he tried to.

“I love your pyjamas.” He nodded his head downwards, pointing towards them.

You were about to respond when the door opened once again, this time being the person you were expecting to see. With no umbrella, your sister walked out of the door with a deep frown on her face.

She approached you, snatching said object out of your hand so she could lift it above her head. “I have been waiting for you. Hey Jude, nice seeing you.” She took a second to look behind her at the man across from you.

“I cannot believe you took so long.”

Your head recoiled backwards. This time, you were at fault for forgetting the sass that your sister had within her. You had not been a victim of it for quite a while so you would have to give yourself a break this time around.

“Nice to meet you too.” Finalising your almost-conversation with Jude with the first thing that came to your mind, you followed your sister’s almost stop like movements towards the car.

“You made me linger around in their house so you could flirt with him?” She asked immediately when she had slammed the car door shut, looking at you pointedly.

Whilst you started the car for the third time that night, you dedicated a second to rolling your eyes at her with as much energy as you could muster. “Firstly, I was sat out here for like fifteen minutes before you picked up and secondly, I did not know that saying hello to someone was classified as flirting.”

She sighed heavily at you as her head shook side to side like a disappointed mother.

“It is not. But by the way the two of you were blushing at one another, it would have a high chance of either classifying itself as flirting or just embarrassing.”

You lifted your hand up to slap the back of head despite the nagging feeling of butterflies in your stomach.

If there was one thing you were certainly doing for a second time in life, it would be picking up your sister.

[sakuraryomen01]

Sex Exercise /Jjk Characters x Reader/ Prt. 2

warnings: based on a comic called "Sexersize" . reader is a little chubby . sex gym . working out with Sukuna as the trainer . gojo x reader x sukuna (sorta) . risky relationship with sukuna . jealous sukuna and gojo . [reader is also sort of caught in the crossfire of their pettiness and kept in the dark ^^;;] . more or less a sexual crush . gojo's a little mean/of a tease . oral sex (reader receiving) and a blowjob (sukuna receiving) . face fucking . multiple rounds, and positions; reverse cowgirl, scissor style, and missionary . getou also is back to his normal trainer position ^^

reader: female reader; slightly chubby

plot: smut + story . reader goes to a sex gym, having no knowledge of the actually training regimen

words: 4.635k

a/n:: hello hello! ^^ tbh i wanted to take another pause on Valentino as Easter is coming up in a few days! And, I just couldn't get over how popular this drabble was so I decided to make it series of sorts! i hope you're looking forward to getting more of this stuff out lol >_>;; i'm going to also post something with Getou soon! ♡

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Thank you for reading this bit! Enjoy!

It felt like the last month and a half was a fever dream, because you were wondering if Sukuna had decided to really give you special treatment.

He was usually texting you about newer and better sexual positions to test out for extra weight loss. And he also wanted you to come in more and more whenever you had the chance. Whatever this was, you really enjoyed the attention.

To be honest, you almost felt like an attention whore.

For whatever reason, you began to obey the man's commands. And, oh boy, did it pay off for you in the end.

Especially during every session you had paired with the pink haired trainer. It was like he didn't care that the rules in the policy existed, he treated them like helpful suggestions rather than rules when he was in the same room with you. Always daring to kneel behind you while you and your assigned partner for the day were fucking, grabbing some oil and lubing his hands before playing with your ever so soft tits.

"That's it," He'd coo, pressing a soft kiss to your temple before rolling your nipples in his rough fingers. "Make sure to keep your hips angled, sir. She likes it hitting deep inside."

Your partner would always blush a flustered pink before nodding and doing as instructed, grunting in pleasure whenever your pussy tightened around their cock.

"Good job, just don't cum yet."

Like any other day though, today wasn't like that. After Sukuna had gotten into the groove of playing with your pearly chest and precious clit, he wouldn't be prepared for the days to come. After all, fucking his client instead of being patient would have its consequences.

One day in particular might've set off the current chain of events.

"I've been called into a meeting?" Sukuna questioned, his phone raised to his ear after you finished your second session that week. "But, I didn't have anything planned afterwards. I was going to eat and head home."

"Well, you'll have to reschedule," Getou's cool tone echoed through the speaker. "It's not a request. The boss is upset with you after what you did a while ago."

Sukuna groaned, rolling his eyes and you and your partner dressed and departed. Although he seemed stressed and unhappy, you didn't want to meddle in his business, no matter how much it bothered you.

"I'll be there. When is it?"

"Right now, actually. He's waiting for you upstairs in the conference room."

With another curse under his breath, Sukuna cleaned off his fingers from before and headed to the showers. Quickly changing his clothes and washing himself, Sukuna made his way to the front of the gym and turned right. Going up the same stairs you went up your first day at the sex gym. While he didn't care what happened, Sukuna really wouldn't mind being fired.

With a perverted smirk, he huffed as his mind began to cloud once again with pictures of you.

If he got fired, he could fuck you whenever he wanted!

Trying to keep a cool head, and relaxed cock, Sukuna pushed open the door and came face to face with his boss immediately.

The white haired devil's eyes were a piercing shade of sky blue. Shining under his dark sunglasses and pretty white lashes. His head tilted, cheek resting against his palm, and his light grey button up slightly undone like he was some mob boss and not some shady gym owner.

"What is it, Satoru?" Sukuna grunted, closing the door quickly and crossing his arms.

"That's no way to talk to your boss," Gojo cooed in a mock whimper, as if to pretend to be hurt. "I wanted to talk to you. Please, take a seat."

Sukuna would rather not. He didn't know how many girls Gojo's fucked stupid in the room and he didn't want to find out.

After Sukuna was forced into the chair, Getou was soon summoned to join before Gojo started. "So, what's up?"

"That cute lil' client you banged," Gojo said rather bluntly, his charming smile never faltering as Sukuna's eyes glazed over. "When were you going to tell me that incident happened?"

Getou stood beside Gojo's chair, his hands in his pockets with his hoodie sleeves rolled up. There was a small smirk that made its way onto his features, eyes lazily looking between Sukuna and Gojo as the tension grew.

"Did you have your errand boy tell you?" Sukuna grumbled, arms folded and a vein bursting on his neck. He wasn't particularly happy that he was having this conversation.

"I'm wounded," Getou pouted, holding a hand to his chest. "I only watched from the sidelines."

"Whatever, that's not the point!"

There was a collective sigh from Sukuna and Getou, before Gojo butted in and continued his small rant.

"I'm going to do another workout with this Y/n girl and you're not going to get whiny about it, or, I'll make Suguru her new trainer."

That vein of Sukuna's neck was bulging with pure anger and pettiness. He didn't want to be switched with Getou, but watching Gojo fuck you would be just as torturous. Even if he did bang his client when he wasn't supposed to, he didn't want to go through a punishment because of Gojo's choices.

"..If you don't show up, I'll fuck her again," Sukuna threatened, standing and running a hand through his pink locks. "I don't want to leave her high and dry over your whorish nature."

"That's understandable," Gojo said, huffing with pouty lips, lifting his glasses up to rest on his head. His blue eyes practically glowed, shimmering as an amused glint shined. "Make sure I don't find out next time."

With a click, Sukuna left the conference room and headed down to the main lobby, seeing Shoko with her spiked coffee like always and a lazy glimmer in her dark eyes.

"Oh? Someone got your balls in a twist?" She asked, sitting up and removing her feet from atop her desk.

Sukuna grunted, picking up the session notes for next week. His maroon eyes scanned every column until they landed on yours, your cute little photo needed updating. You cheeks weren't nearly as chubby as they used to be.

Was that really a problem tho? Sukuna had wondered to himself, and this wasn't the first occasion.

Many a time did he wonder if your chubbiness was such a bother. Sure, wanting to look good and feel good about yourself was one thing, but Sukuna thought that you looked like an adorable plush pillow. One that he could squeeze in his firm grip and play with like a little ragdoll.

"Getting heart eyed, hm?"

Snapping out of his thoughts, Sukuna sent a glare Shoko's way even though all she had in store was curiosity. "Don't be so harsh. You'll chase off girls with such a 'fuck off' face."

"I don't care," Sukuna snapped, his nose crinkling in disgust. "All the girls that want me are whores running from their husbands anyways."

"So harsh," said the receptionist. Clicking her tongue and rolling the sparkling tongue piercing around her mouth before letting her tongue hang from between her glossy lips. "Don't be like that around that Y/n girl you're fawning over. She'll ask for a new trainer right away!"

Sukuna scoffed, looking at the partner's empty blank and writing in Gojo Satoru. Once he handed the clipboard back to Shoko, she raised her brow in confusion and looked at him.

"Again?" She asked, the corner of her lips turning up in a smirk. "Do you have a humiliation kink by any chance?"

With a grimace and a sigh, Sukuna walked out of the gym after grabbing his things from the trainers washroom. Whatever was going to happen that following week was probably fated to happen. And Sukuna didn't wish to witness it, but he didn't expect it to happen like the first time.

Gojo sometimes followed through on his threats.

Sukuna was walking down the street with a homemade strawberry smoothie in hand, his phone occupying the other. His earbuds in, blasting some (S)aints on Spotify until he arrived at the gym. Although nothing strange had happened to him just yet, he was expecting some kind of a weird greeting from his coworkers.

He quickly finished his drink and threw the cup, walking over to Shoko's desk to sign himself in. She wasn't present at the time, but it was almost 8 in the morning, and she didn't normally like showing up before 9.

Before opening time, Sukuna started to clean his workout room and placed a fresh mat and pillow for his clients. Checked his clipboard and the positions, the AC and if the air was running properly. The oil, the lube, and the condoms— he checked it all.

When nothing out of the ordinary really showed up, Sukuna walked out of the freshly glorified room and made his way to the showers. Stripping quickly in one of the private stalls and bringing along some body wash and a loofah from home.

He washed up rather quickly, not really wanting to run into Gojo again and get bombarded with teases and jealous remarks, and got out to dry off. Though all of Sukuna's wishes weren't able to come true, and his boss walked into the washroom right as Sukuna was dressing in a loose shirt and shorts.

"Ah, you're here early!" Gojo chirped, a smile plastered on his pale face. "Didn't expect you to be so excited to see me naked. Are you a pervert, Sukuna?"

"Of course not," Sukuna responded, grabbing a water bottle from his bag and walking by the male. "I've been dreading this day for a while."

"See you later, Sukuna~"

It was almost twenty minutes later when Sukuna heard a knock on his door, and a cold shiver ran down his spine. Wondering who it was, it made him grumble with annoyance and jealousy. He didn't want to see what Gojo had planned for you, even though it was planned specifically for your workout schedule.

When he opened the door, a small sigh of relief was released at the sight a little you.

"Hey," You mumbled, a smile on your face and a blush tinting your cheeks. "I came a little earlier than normal since I have work later on tonight."

Sukuna nods and lets you in, only to make eye contact with your partner for today. Gojo's smile as shiny and smug as always, but there was also a shine in his eyes that made him look especially aroused. Gojo said hello to Sukuna again, before walking into the room and looking down at you.

"Hello," You waved your hand, already seated on the mat. "Are you my partner for today?"

"Mhm, I see Sukuna already informed you my name."

As you and Gojo exchanged pleasantries for a moment, he sat in front of you and glanced at the clipboard deciding whether or not to follow through with the planned positions or not. But, once Sukuna closed the door, there was an awkward silence.

Sukuna deeply regretted coming to work today.

"We're going to start with a massage," Sukuna instructed, kneeling beside you both and gesturing to the same golden vial of lotion that was provided each and every time. "If you're alright with it, please begin to—"

"I know the drill," Gojo interrupted, rolling his pretty doe eyes before landing them on you. Scanning your chest and waist like they were snacks, making you squirm in your spot and your cheeks flush pink.

"I'm just supposed to get this little lady's clothes off and play with her pretty nipples, right?"

Sukuna grimaced, putting the clipboard down and opening the lube bottle, making his way behind you and patting on your shoulder. Turning your attention to him, his maroon eyes sparkling as he lifted up your shirt. There was an annoyed groan from Gojo, watching as you got played with.

He didn't mind a show, but just watching and not getting to touch really got on his nerves. "Oi, I'm the partner- not you!"

Sukuna clicked his tongue, taking off your shirt and watching your tits bounce from their confines. A satisfied coo rumbling from your trainer's throat, seeing your pretty nipples again as if it was like his first time. And even then, his annoyance (and small hint of jealousy for Gojo) wouldn't make Sukuna hate them.

"Whoa," Gojo chuckled from his spot, although he wasn't in the same place. He had crawled closer and closer to you, eyes trained on your perky little breasts. "And I thought these looked good from the side lines."

With another click of the tongue, Sukuna uncapped the oil and lifted it above your chest. Tilting it until it began pouring the oil onto your skin, a shiver going down your spine at the familiar coolness that coated your body. You let out an almost satisfied sigh, closing your eyes as Sukuna's hands began to wander.

"Heh, there you go," Sukuna's calm whisper tickles your ear, his soft lips press against your neck, leaving small marks. "Is it too rough, miss? Doesn't hurt?"

You shook your head quickly, leaning into Sukuna's touch. Feeling his large hands on your chest again made you feel tingly down there, as if it was sparked by his hand. Whatever the reason, you watched his thumb rub against your nipples, fingertips pinching them and twisting them a few times.

Meanwhile, your soft moans and gasps had made Gojo's cock extremely hard. So hard, it was dripping and making a stain in his briefs, throbbing and pulsing underneath the fabric as if the sight alone was enough to make him hard.

"Hey, I'm getting blue balls here," He grumbled, trying to get some kind of attention. When your lidded eyes flickered up to him, a soft grunt left him. How could you be this cute?

"Shouldn't I be doing this?"

"..That's correct," Sukuna eventually answered, releasing his hold on your chest and snacking his hands down your hips, squeezing and pinching at the soft flesh like it was a plushie. "But I think she rather enjoys my hands than yours, sir."

A glare was shared between the two men, and a wave of jealousy and petty feelings entered the atmosphere. Making a shudder go down your spine, looking between the two men with a dumbfounded expression.

What was with the tension..??

"A-Anyways," You mumble, the duo's eyes light up— more or less —as they turned down to you. "Isn't it time for the man's massage?"

Gojo's smug smile definitely ticked off Sukuna again, a small squelch sound being made as he released his hold on your hips. "That's right."

Nodding, you picked up the oil bottle just as Gojo removed his shirt and laid down on his belly. You could tell just how excited he was with the light pink tinting his cheeks, his feet kicking a little as you climbed onto his back. Your bum rested just above his, right over his waist, and you coat your fingers in the sticky oil.

"Gentle around his nape," Sukuna suddenly said, his voice so low it was almost a whisper. "He's a bit of a sensitive tyke, and his hips too."

"Oi, don't go flirting while I'm right here!" Gojo pouted.

You nod again, spiral eyed as you started the massage. Never in your adult years did you think you'd be sandwiched between two men and their bickering. Whatever the reason their fighting continued, you hoped it wouldn't get too bad.

Pressing your thumbs down on his nape— an obvious shiver being sent down Gojo's spine —you started to work out all the knots and kinks that you could feel. Rolling your wrists and pressing your palms into Gojo's shoulders, focusing on his muscles relaxing while your mind begins to wander. Feeling him flexing underneath you when you hit a tender spot, watching him tense up with a small grunt. It was so cute and hot at the same time how much of a baby face your partner had, and you wondered what he'd look like during sex.

Would he look like a total demon? Or like he was having his first time?

As your mind swirled with all the possibilities, and more, you had begun to get wet. Dampening your panties and letting it soak like it was a waterfall between your thighs. Eventually, Gojo noticed this growing warmth on his lower back, turning his head back slightly and angling his eyes to catch a glimpse of what he thought might be true.

"Getting wet, are you?" His cool tone making you jump, pretty eyes catching you in the act of daydreaming. "Do you like a good body as much as I do?"

"Uhm," You mumbled, unable to respond after being caught. "I-I suppose so, sir."

Gojo giggled at your response, pushing you off gently and rolling back onto his bum. Pulling you into his lap, his white lashes fluttered against your cheek while his boyish eyes sparkled.

"My name's Satoru Gojo, ya'know?" He teased, kissing your cheeks and holding your face in his massive hands. "Call me by name, it'll get way too kinky if you call me that!"

With a whimper, you were placed down onto the mat, the pillow that was placed ahead of time resting under your head with a small poof sound. Gojo towered over you, looking down at you like a large cat about to devour its prey. He licked his lips, hooking his fingers under your waistband and tugging down. Pulling your shorts and panties off in such a swift and quick motion you worried he torn them.

"Gotta get a taste of that juicy pussy," Gojo purred, his eyes practically glowing when they shot down to the moist area. Seeing your folds soaking in their own slick made his dick throb in their confindes.

"Looking mighty savory, aren't you?"

The vulgarity was making you shiver, watching in stunned silence as Gojo's hands pressed against your inner thighs and he quickly leaned his head down to sniff you. Hid body soon follows suit and resting on the mat, and his tongue catches you off guard when it flicks at your clit.

"Waah!!" You cry out, hands making their way to tug at Gojo's fluffy hair. "Th-That was too sudden, be careful!"

Gojo responds with a very muffled "I got this," and continues working your pussy with his mouth. It was almost a complete contrast from how Sukuna did it. It was sudden, and Gojo didn't leave anything to chance. Paying lots of attention to your hole while thumbing at your clit, practically grinding his nose under the hood and incidentally pinching it between the two.

He let out little sighs of satisfaction at your taste, letting the fluids into his mouth and pushing his tongue into your hole. Feeling you clench around him and forcing another jolt from his cock.

"God, you're making me so hard right now," Gojo taunted, swirling his tongue around and chuckling over how hard your cunt was sucking in his tongue. "So welcoming, I can't wait to feel how tight you are down here."

A few short moments and he had you cumming from his fingers and lips, your thighs shuddering under the force of your orgasm and an unexpected moan erupting from you. Gojo was a little surprised as well how fast he got you to cum, considering how much stamina you must've developed exercising here.

"Must be weak for someone good with his hands, eh?" Gojo smirked, feeling Sukuna's eyes burning holes in the side of his head. It was so worth it.

After his teasing resided, he looked over at Sukuna and asked what the first position was. With a grimace, Sukuna lifted the clipboard and read it off the top; "Reverse cowgirl."

The male cooed with delight, a smile on his face as he began peppering your neck with kisses and nibbles. You yelp when you're suddenly lifted into Gojo's lap and flipped around, pressing against a very firm bump in his lap. He pushed down his shorts and briefs as you look back to see just how big he was, and what you saw made you shudder.

It was massive.

"Oh my.." You mumble, trailing off as Gojo ripped open one of the condoms Sukuna provided. "Are you even sure it'll fit?"

Gojo nods as if to play with you, slipping the condom over his dripping and pink mushroomed tip. "Of course it will! I prepped you good for my cock, and you'll take it like a good girl."

Gojo's hand gripped his base firmly, tilting your ass up so he could get a good look at your pussy. Tracing his tip on the outline of your entrance, he pushed it into your opening and sighed once your tightness enveloped him.

It felt like heaven inside you.

You pulsed and squeezed in all of the right places as Gojo continued pushing himself inside you, putting it inside like a sword to its sheath. Once he felt his balls pressing against your swollen clit, grinding them against you, he laid down on the mat and held your hips in his hands.

"Go ahead and start the work out," Sukuna muttered from his spot by the tinted window, arms folded and staring down at where you and Gojo were now connected. "Make sure to be gentle, she's not some blow-up doll."

Gojo scoffs, sending a glare to his worker and receiving one in return.

Once you managed to catch your breath, you pressed your shins into the mat and lifted your hips. The friction of Gojo's shaft rubbing your insides as if he wasn't even wearing a condom, your nails digging into his thighs skin and creating indents. You whimpered at the feeling of Gojo's cock being so deep inside, feeling it rub all the bumps and spots that made your toes curl.

Soon, Gojo decided to take matters into his own hands.

Jutting his hips up and rocking you against him in a fast paced rhythm. Knocking his leaking tip against your womb, rubbing your clit against his swelling balls with every thump. It was hard to hold back your orgasm like this, the pressure you were getting was almost perfect.

"..Five.. Six.. Seven," Sukuna counted, watching your tits bounce and your back arch for someone that wasn't him. He didn't even want to pay any mind to Gojo, but it was him that was making you feel so good.

Making your face morph with pleasure and bounce so perfectly. You looked so cute and sexy, that it made Sukuna grunt with lust. He's ashamed he's so horny for his client, seeing you everyday get fucked by someone that wasn't him and imagine it was himself doing it. He had that one chance, and he took it, and now his cock was being punished in its confines, dripping and oozing for you.

"O-Okay, time to move to a different position," He announced, looking at his clipboard and hearing a pop! "Scissor style. Miss, please lay on your side and we'll continue."

You nod, panting and shaky, already almost spent. It was a surprise that you weren't used to this, it was like the first time you ever walked into the gym all over again. Laying down, you lazily lifted your leg, watching Gojo come up over you once again and putting it over his shoulder. Slipping his cock back inside you and groaning quietly, looking down and watching your hole constrict around him as he started moving his hips, holding onto your leg and kissing your calf.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Gojo said, rubbing up your thigh and pressing his hand against your hip. "I want to come so bad inside you, but there's this fucking condom."

Your whimpers and moans were like music to Sukuna's ears, watching you struggle to hold your orgasm back after being edged. Seeing how tight your tummy was clenching just to handle Gojo's sharp thrusts, his pubic bone slapped against your thigh. He let out a groan, pressing his brows together as his movements became sloppy and desperate.

He really wanted to cum.

"..Nine.. Ten!" Sukuna clapped, startling both you and Gojo at the same time with his presence. Seeing as he wasn't normally as handsy like any other day, but oh did he want to.

"You'll now be switching to missionary, the final position for today. Anyways, before we do that.."

Sukuna took a few steps towards you and sat down a little ways from your head as Gojo released you from your compromising position. Your confusion made him smirk, watching in amusement as your face changed from a look of confusion to embarrassment and pure cuteness.

"You'll be sucking me off, too," He finished, undoing himself from his pants and letting his hard cock slap against his stomach. The tip was oozing with pre-cum, dripping down the underside and ending up trailing along one of the veins that was throbbing.

"You could get written up for that," Gojo interjected, glaring at Sukuna's dick like he was hoping it'd just fall off. "Against policy, y'know?"

Sukuna shrugged, fisting himself for a moment while you were still stunned and not paying attention to the argument at all. Looking up at the enlarged head until it was tapping its pearled up tip to your puffy lips, pressing and rubbing for you to invite it inside. Your eyes sparkled while Sukuna and Gojo continued their banter before you opened your mouth and began to suck on the tip.

"Just don't be a dick and let it—" Cutting himself off with a moan and slapping a hand to his face, turning his attention back down to you whom was already making around the halfway mark and suckling gently on his cock.

You let out a small purr at the taste, seeing as you had been wondering its flavor for quite some time, and having it finally was making you feel better than before. A large hand patted your head, causing you to look up and see Sukuna's proud smirk plastered on his face.

"Like it?" He asked, playing with your hair and gesturing to Gojo to get into the next instructed position. "Keep sucking, just make sure that you don't choke."

You nod, resting on your back as your partner lifted your legs over his hips. The familiar stretch of Gojo's dick pushed back inside your cunny, dripping and squelching as he started to move and press his thumb against your clit. Rocking his hips hard against you to try and get your attention back onto him, watching your mouth take Sukuna deeper and deeper into your throat.

"That shouldn't be so sexy, dammit," Gojo huffed, working up a sweat as he pressed his hands on the mat next to your hips. "Fuck.. so tight and warm.."

With each of your holes being filled up, you moaned around Sukuna's. Feeling the pleasure touching every nerve ending and limb that was being consumed. It was as if you were being welcomed into a hug, even though the people currently embarrassing you had some form of hate for each other.

Sukuna grunted, holding your head in place while he started to move his hips. His cock tapping at the back of your throat and your drool pooling around its middle, an almost harsh pace being set to where you wanted to choke.

"Is it too much?" Sukuna teased, looking down at your flushed face.

Although you couldn't speak, you let out a small whimper, running your tongue on the side of his cock and watching his brow twitch. He let out a chuckle, a groan following it, and a sigh. Feeling your soft lips around him made him want to finish already, and he most likely will even though Gojo was there and would tease him about it for the days to come.

While Sukuna's dick knocked at the back of your throat Gojo's cock rubbed at your sweet spot deep inside. Grinding his pelvis into your clit, squeezing at your hips until you knew they'd have bruises tomorrow. His large palms made they're way up your body, tickling at your sides until his thumbs grazed at your nipples.

Rubbing around them and playing with them while he moved his hips against you gently, even though he should've been going at a faster pace.

"Squeezing me so tight," Gojo mumbled, thumbing your nipples and cupping your tits. His eyes glowed with want as his hips started to pick up their pace. "Gonna make me cum so fast, Y/n."

"M-Mgh!" You responded in return, feeling Gojo's fingers pinch and tug at your nipples. Bending his head down to suckle on them, licking around your swelling nub until it was a bright red.

"Such sexy lil' nipples too. Wahh, I get why Sukuna was so protective of oyu now!"

The man in question grunted, his face flushed and rocking his hips into your mouth more. Panting and playing with your hair while his cock continued to drool and drip more into your mouth. Soon Sukuna's aching member gave a final throb and shot his load down your throat.

A warm and bitter taste on your tongue, you swallowed. Some of the excess dribbling down the corner of your lips and landing on the tatami mat, Sukuna's cock pulling from the heat of your mouth with a pop!

"Thanks, darling," Sukuna teased, watching your fucked out expression get worse. "You've got a great mouth on you."

Letting out a little whimper, Sukuna pinched your chin between his fingers, leaning his head down and pressing a small kiss to your bottom lip. It sends a shudder down your spine and made your toes curl.

His lips were so soft and warm even if it was for a brief moment. Once he pulled away, you noticed Sukuna's other hand trailing down between your breasts and down your stomach. Drawing an invisible line while Gojo's eyes followed, watching as it went further and further to meet your clit.

You gasp at the contact, feeling Sukuna circle his fingers in slow and gentle circles, Gojo's dick throbbing and pulsing between your folds adding additional pleasure. Sukuna started peppering kisses on your temple while his eyes continued to bore down at your little nub. Telling Gojo to go faster and make you arch your back, to which he did even though he had a grimace on his face.

"I'm gonna cum soon, shit," You whimper, reaching down and wrapping a hand around Gojo's wrist. Digging your nails into his skin as another orgasm began to wash over you.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck!! Gojo!"

All he needed was your voice to cum, to fill up your insides while your pussy clenched. The soft moans leaving Gojo makes you blush, seeing him pressing his brows together and closing his eyes. A slight sweat collecting on his hairline and making his bangs stick to his forehead.

"Mgh! Take it, c'mon," Gojo grunted under his breath as if he wasn't talking to you specifically, pumping his cock and riding through your climaxes together.

Once his hips settled and your breaths calmed, Sukuna sat up and licked at his fingers. Tasting your slick on his digits while Gojo pulled from your now puffy and cumming pussy. The pair may not like each other, not in the slightest, but they both mentally agreed you were absolutely ravishing when you came.

"Good session everyone," Sukuna said after a few moments with his shorts and underwear pulled up. "Though I didn't like your partner for today, he was... alright."

"Alright?" Gojo scoffed, scrunching up his nose and panting. "I did amazing. That's the word you're looking for, mister."

While you patted yourself down with a towel Sukuna provided you with, your brain was still in a blur from your high. Looking from both of them, you hummed and sat up as best you could.

"Both of you made me feel good," You finally mumble as the duo turn their attention to you once again. "So thank you to both of you. I'll be looking forward to next time, maybe."

Maybe?

Now that you had dropped the pounds you felt were needed to be lost, you had been considering whether staying with the gym would be the best for you. And you could tell that on the two male's faces that they had gotten the gist of it, seeing a pout look on both of their faces.

"At least one more session wouldn't hurt, right?" an unfamiliar voice said from the door, causing a sudden shock of embarrassment wash over all three of you.

At the door stood Getou Suguru, one of the other trainers at the gym that was here to run you down about its policy in the first place. His black hair was tied up in a small bun, in a plain grey T and some gym pants.

"Your one month membership is going to expire anyways," He said matter of faculty, his lidded eyes scanning over your shaky figure. "It'll be like a fare well parting gift, I suppose."

You hum, trying to hide most of your body while Gojo continued to be stark naked in front of you. Getou shrugged his shoulders, stepping further into the room so he could close the door and tapped his side.

"It's not my choice though, so I can't comment."

You eventually dress, saying goodbye to your partner, Sukuna, and Getou before making your way to the showers to head home for the evening. While you didn't want to stay any longer, and you needed to at least get your friends off your back about the place, Getou's point did make sense.

It'd be a waste to just let your membership go to waste over one day.

After gathering your things, you walked over to the sign-out sheet and wrote your name. Placing one last session for you, and just waiting to see what was going to happen. Shoko had gotten to work a little after 9, but she was a tired little mess.

Her sleepy eyes glossy as they looked up at you from over the rim of her cup of coffee. "One more session, love?"

"Mhm," You respond, handing her the sheet and waving. "I'll be seeing you guys one last time, then it's back to my normal schedule!"

You walked out the glass paned doors and down the sidewalk towards your home. Inside, you knew you'd miss the place, but it was just convenient for your weight loss at the time.

"Man, it shouldn't be this hard to say goodbye," You chuckle to yourself, a smile on your face as you continued to walk home.

Waiting patiently for your last day at the sex gym you had grown to adore.

a/n:: ty for enjoying and taking the time to read this! i didn't know where i was going with this, and honestly was hoping to post this sooner than now! Looking forward to writing the next part soon!! ^^ a/n::

og drabble || next part

[wintersongstress]

— mornings ;

In the time of spring when the bark of trees and the flat of pavements were washed with rain, Simon liked to visit the farmer’s market after his morning run. He had left you today in your shared bed, doubtlessly still dreaming as the sun dithered behind the veil of clouds, and shrugged on a hoodie, getting his trainers out from a rack in the closet. His route was dewy with a gentle mist, not enough to keep people from going about their day, but it was the good kind that cleaned the city air and sweetened the long brooms of blossoms hanging over the sidewalks.

The canopy over a flower stall dripped onto his hood as Simon stepped underneath it. Bundles of flowers were arranged in buckets with chalkboard plates sticking out, the signs advertising 3 for £10, and he browsed for a bit, thinking of you.

There was a time when all Simon knew about flowers was the memory of a window box in his childhood kitchen. Long gone, he remembers his mother potting red and pink flowers and relishing the process—the fulfilling feeling of dirt beneath her fingernails and the satisfaction of roots tenderly planted. One day a hummingbird flitted to the window while he ate his toast before school, and it was a still moment of wonder as the tiny bird prodded the ruby petals before zipping on, quick as light.

Now he was in love with his own hummingbird. A love rare and fleeting, one that, when you don’t catch it in your hands and earn every moment of keeping it, would flutter away and never return. Love could speak in flowers, he decided, when he first began to visit your flat and admire the fresh bouquet you kept on your table every time he came. I like them, you had said simply, and he smoothed a petal between his two fingers. And though he saw himself as a brute with hands better suited for violence than caresses, he wanted to learn about the gentler things in life he once thought could never be part of his.

Simon frees his nose from his face mask to smell a strange spire of green, bell-shaped flowers he had never seen before.

“Those are called Bells of Ireland,” the aproned shop lady pipes up from behind her booth. He glances over and finds she isn’t put off by his tall, dark, and out-of-place presence in the least.

“I’ll take them,” he replies. Their scent was light and earthy, like mint and lavender mingled, and their bells resemble leaves with their vein-like texture. Rare and exquisite, and perfectly you. He also picks out a cluster of mauve roses and peachy ranunculus, thinking about the way you smiled with your eyes closed when you smell his bouquets, your lips still curved when you kiss him afterwards, and lays them all on the counter.

“What a lucky girl,” the woman comments, gathering his selections and bundling them in wax paper secured with a rubber band. Simon wasn’t so sure. He always thought you could do better than him, but you would never let him catch himself thinking like that out loud. No matter what he believed of his nature, he vowed to fight like hell to be the kind of man you did deserve. So he pays the woman and bids her good day, heading on to the next stall with you on his mind as he picks out fresh strawberries and bread for the beginning ingredients of a wholesome breakfast. 

At home, Simon fills a vase with the tap and trims the flower stems, arranging each fragrant bloom in harmony with the other. He brews one of your favorite teas and sets out the honey, tending to a sizzling pan in between, then decides to open your bedroom window to gently wake you.

A warm and pleasant wind sways the curtains. Amidst their wispy movements you lay on your back, breathing deep and slow, until the song of church bells and finches twittering from the chimney tops flutters your lashes to take in the tranquil morning. Simon draws his knuckles across your forehead and follows your cheek. With sleep soft in your pretty eyes, this was his favorite view of you.

“There she is, my everything,” he murmurs.

“Hmm. I was dreaming.” With a brush of his thumb over your smiling lips, you open your eyes and gaze at him warmly, happily, holding his hand there.

Funny…he muses.

You kiss his caressing hand. “You smell like oranges.”

“I made breakfast.”

And with that you’re throwing the comforter back, springing to your feet and wrapping a sweater around your nightgown-clad form.

“It’s not going anywhere, love,” he chuckles. These mornings were you had the whole day together were his favorite. You sat out on the balcony, taking in the trees with their sprouting green tips and cutting into your French toast, planning your day together with your bare foot resting over his socked one. The sunshine of your presence fills the depths of his chest to the brim with contentment, and he wants it to last forever.

[hugheswritetr]

Fresh Start

MASTERLIST

Heartbeat | Jack Hughes

- prologue part 1

author’s note: so this is the first chapter, let me know if you like it

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JUNE 2015

The long drive from New York to Michigan made Thalia anxious, looking through the window watching towns pass was not pleasant when the each town passed reminded her of the growing distance from her childhood, her father. Her mind was filled with questions, would she find friends? Could she make it in a new state by herself? The mind of the 12 year old never quieted. The biggest question was if her father, would stay with her even if every reminder of him was left in the soon to be sold penthouse in New York.

William Mariott, the greatest man Thalia ever known. Loving father, devoted husband, taken too soon from their lives. She often thought of herself as the luckiest girl alive, exotic vacations, hotels all around the globe, and all the benefits of leading a privileged life on the Upper East Side, living her own Gossip Girl dream. Her perfect life was crushed by the sudden diagnosis of her father, lung cancer they said. Thalia’s young mind couldn’t comprehend the severity of the diagnosis until her beloved father suddenly died, leaving behind his wife and two children who would spent forever digging themselves out of the hole their father’s death buried them in.

Although her mother tried to put on facade, Thalia knew better. The countless nights spent against the door of her mother’s bedroom listening to the gut wrenching sobs of a shell of a woman her mother once was would scar the young girl forever, hearing her mother’s sobs even on her own deathbed. That is why she made no fuss about the move even though it was killing her inside. Maybe the change of scenery would erase her mother’s memories of the death and she would find some inner peace, that was all Thalia wanted for her beloved mother.

Her brother, Theo, 15 year old boy already called the head of the family. The former heir was left with regrets of not spending time together with his father, the memory of countless nights he was asked to work by his side in the future made the teenager want to turn back time, but it was impossible. All he could do now was complete the dream his father supported him in, paying multiple training camps, private trainers and the best equipment there was. Theo would make it, he had to. The brave face he put on was all he could do for his father now, being there for Aurelia and Thalia, they were the ones who needed him the most.

Aurelia, Thalia’s mom was excited for the reunion with her childhood best friend Ellen, but the overwhelming sadness and pain was still looming over her head. She was sure the time would heal the wounds, but for own selfish reasons, she had to leave the city. The dying face of her husband imprinted in her mind. She swore she would protect the kids and their inheritance, she took the role of taking care of the hotel empire until Thalia turns 21.

As they passed the exit to the new town, Thalia for the first time since her fathers death felt at least a bit of excitement, because maybe this could be her fresh start, the beginning of much needed healing for her and her family.

When the car parked in the driveway, Aurelia let out an exciting shriek, before the house stood the Hughes family. Thalia didn’t know then that the family would change her life.

As soon as they left the car, the mothers embraced themselves with such love only a lifelong friends could radiate. The reunion made Thalia feel warm. For the first time since the tragedy, her mother’s slim frame radiated something other than despair and sadness.

,,Thalia, Mattheo, come here” her mother’s warm voice invited them to step forward. That’s when she saw him. When her chocolate eyes met the most beautiful sea blue eyes, she knew he would be the doom for her. That’s when the infatuation for the boy began. He was sporting the cheeky grin that would be associated with him for the next following years. Jack Hughes, the boy who will steal her heart and never fully return it. Even young, she was sure of it.

,, Hi, I’m Mattheo, this is my younger sister Thalia” the older brother taking the initiative to introduce them. Thalia stepped forward, being pulled from her admiring gaze trained on the middle child of the Hughes family. Thalia greeted the family with practiced elegance only a heiress of multimillion dollar company could carry, Thalia carried elegance from such a young age, given she was born to live this life. Even when she was in the womb, her parents knew she was going to be a lifelong member of the high society.

,, I love your skirt, It’s my favourite colour” spoke the youngest, Luke. Thalia immediately began the conversation with him about the shade and how it reminded her of her vacation to Caribbean, the memory of her family spending time together surrounded by the endless waves and eternity long sunsets made her smile. Thalia shared the details of their getaway , the young boy enchanted by the story. Ellen and Aurelia immediately smiled at their youngest children, seeing a new beautiful connection forming right in front of their eyes.

Their weren’t the only ones forming a now connection as Quinn immediately recognised his future teammate from the multiple images his mother had shown him. The eldest duo starting their own talk about the program and how they were excited for it. Both Mariott children smiled at the thought of their father proudly looking down on them. Maybe the move wasn’t so bad after all.

And that left Jack, but the young boy, always the star of the show was not left alone for long as he quickly inserted himself into the conversation with the adults, his charming personality making Aurelia swoon.

,,Come on, let’s talk in the kitchen” Ellen chuckled , inviting the family into the house for much needed reunion. The house had walls adorned with countless memories, providing warm feeling not only to the Hughes family, but to the Mariott as well.

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Luke led Thalia upstairs, wanting to show her his pictures from his own vacation, the young pair’s conversation never faltered. Thalia felt sense of relief, because for the first time since the tragic incident, the light at the end of the tunnel shined a little brighter. Lukes constant rambling made her feel secure and welcome, which was a pleasant feeling after a life of private school kids who were not so nice.

,, He didn’t bore you yet?” Spoke a voice from the doorway. Both of the kids turned around and saw Luke’s older brother, the boy with the most beautiful eyes, Jack. The blush that adorned Thalia’s chubby cheeks would be embarrassing if it hadn’t matched the one on the older boys own cheeks. Jack joined them on the floor and began sharing his own stories about the perfect holiday by the sea.

Mattheo and Quinn soon joined them, all of the kids forming a connection that will last through all of their adult lives, soon sharing their experiences together, laughing together, crying together a and some of them starting life together, but who will it be?

[wayfaringtrainers]

"... ... ... Holy fuck."

So I just spent about 8 hours writing something, just because I wanted to write.

I'm writing a sort-of 'in-universe' diary of my character in Baldur's Gate 3, basically the guy from my fantasy blog, artistic liberties applied. And I'm honestly having fun just... Writing.

Not writing for my d&d games. Not writing for my blogs. Not writing for an audience. Just writing for me.

And the burnout I've been feeling for a long time? It was nonexistent while I was writing this. I genuinely feel a little better about my writing now.

I don't know what to make of this.

[kazuyummy]

😈 DAIYA NO ACE - ACCIDENTAL TURN-ONS

yuki tetsuya 💋 miyuki kazuya 💋 sanada shunpei 💋 isashiki jun 💋 kuramochi yoichi 💋 chris takigawa yu

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y u k i 💜 t e t s u y a ; hairpulling

you often look for tetsuya after sunday practice to give him the upcoming week's training schedule

as the meijin university boys' baseball team student physical trainer for the past two years, you help with their exercise regiment and work with the dietitian and coaches to deliver meal plans and practice schedules as well

it's not like you have to hand-deliver these things... but seeing Tetsuya is always a bonus (and it gives you a chance to go into detail - that's the excuse you use)

kuramochi, your best friend who had also decided to attend his high school coach's alma mater, is just so kind to interrupt and ask you to run through his schedule

"hold up, mochi - after i finish talking to tetsu"

"he can wait! i'm going on a date soon, so i'm in a rush!"

you snort, turning to tetsu to see where you left off on the page and telling mochi to wait his turn

mochi, the stubborn, unrelenting bastard, gives a short but firm tug to your ponytail

out of pure instinct, you bite your lip, eyes rolling back into your head with the tiniest of groans

mochi doesn't notice since he's behind you and still rambling on - thank goodness or he'd be howling, never letting you hear the end of it

but tetsuya certainly doesn't fail to catch it, visions of taking you from behind and pulling your hair fill his mind

he can see you ass-up on his bed, back arching and mouth babbling as he rams you with his cock, pussy gushing

he wonders if you like being spanked and choked too. would you call him sweetly by his name? or by daddy instead?

you blush heavily but continue talking, trying to play things off like nothing happened

but he's no longer paying attention, instead starting to brainstorm ways to get you to his for a personal training session with this newfound knowledge...

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m i y u k i 💜 k a z u y a ; flexibility

kazuya walking into your apartment is not an uncommon occurrence, but today, he's earlier than usual - which means he sees you doing a yoga morning routine that you'll inevitably give up on in a week or two

still, you're surprised at how flexible you are and how energized and focused it makes you - so maybe you'll stick with it for a bit

miyuki's heart isn't prepared to see your ass in those tight pants, or the way your boobs push out of the elastic, seamless sports bra

he's just thankful (or not) that your top isn't loose, otherwise he would perish on the spot at seeing any bit of underboob

with pants that fitted, you're either wearing the smallest thong known to man or nothing at all

he's imagining manhandling you in so many positions - to see just how far you can stretch for him, the burn in your muscles nothing compared to the heat you'd feel as he fills you up to the brim

what if he railed you standing, a leg hooked over his shoulder to spread you open as you beg for him to wreck you despite struggling to stay in this position?

he wants to rip those pants down the seam, eating you out then fucking the lights out of you

you could try sitting on his face in the splits to give him full access to your little pussy while he holds your thighs down

you switch to the downward dog pose, ass in the air toward him and ask in the sweetest voice if he wants to join you

he takes back his earlier statement - maybe he is about to die on the spot after all

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i s a s h i k i 💜 j u n ; finger sucking

studying in the library with jun is never a peaceful affair and you don't know why you agree to it every time - maybe because of your small little crush on your close friend that you continue to squash down

he interrupts your thoughts - "hey, what'd you get for number seven?"

jun pokes the side of your head - of course, he has his annoying moments too

"i told you i'm only doing even-numbered problems right now, idiot."

he doesn't ease up, continuing to poke, so it's time for retaliation. you whip your head around and prepare to bite

at that moment, something strange happens in your mind - you realize that he was poking you with his finger, not a pencil. and you don't want to hurt him with your bite, but you're already turning around, so - you... kind of just end up taking his fingers into your mouth

neither of you reacts right away. he's managed to get his long finger all the way in, hitting the back of your throat... with no gag reflex

his feels his digit rest on your tongue until you move it to flutter around him, the inside of your cheeks like velvet

"wh-what the fuck?"

his fingers come out with a pop and a little drool on the side of your cheek, which you wipe away

"would you rather i have bitten your finger? you'd be cryin', y'know?"

he stares, speechless and processing what happened. your mouth had felt so good, so soft around him. he'd be in heaven if you sucked him off like that, pretty eyes staring up at him while he paints your face white

"we wouldn't have had this problem if you stopped annoying me," you shrug

but when you pull out a lollipop from your bag, unwrapping it and swirling your tongue around, he suddenly remembers he's got something very important to do

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s a n a d a 💜 s h u n p e i ; thigh crushing

sanada's flirting is often affectionate, so it doesn't phase you when he sits on the floor of the couch in front of you, leaning his head back between your legs and looking up at you

you roll your eyes with a smile but continue watching your friends play mario kart on the screen

when it's your turn and the controller is handed to you, he becomes such a little demon

he turns to your knee and does that thing where he tickles you by putting his fingers in the centre of your knee and spreading them outward at the same time

"shunpei!" you scold him, "stop that!"

"or what?" he'll raise an eyebrow playfully

"or... or i'll accidentally kick you, idiot" you save face in your response, but your red cheeks show otherwise - you're a sucker for that little smirk of his

he doesn't let up, though, giving your calf a flick, tickling your bare leg with the texture of his hair from where he's sitting - you name it

"shunpei, if you don't stop, i will crush your head between my thighs."

you lightly pressing on the sides of his head with them, which finally gets him a bit quieter

but that's because he's now imagining eating you out, thighs trying to close him in as he pulls them apart, lapping at your folds as you beg him to keep going

he'd give you orgasm after orgasm, sticky sweet voice crooning for you to give him one more, and another after that, and another...

he wants you so fucked out that by the time he sheathes himself inside you, you're putty in his hands and just a little fucktoy for him

in fact, he's tempted to pepper kisses across your inner thighs, the only mercy from him coming from the fact that you're not alone in the room

"i wouldn't mind if i died like that, sweetheart"

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k u r a m o c h i 💜 y o i c h i ; neck kiss

being close friends with yoichi, it was easy to flirt in small doses with each other to deny your feelings by saying, "that's just what friends do", others saying you acted like a married couple

one day, you're saying goodbye and going for a kiss on his cheek when you both miscalculate - as you lean forward, he's already leaning away, and you end up moving too far forward, kissing his neck

you're a bit tangled in him, and whisper-giggle a "sorry!" in his ear, sending shivers down his spine

you chuckle nervously as you pull back, "i felt like a vampire doing that!"

he lets out an airy laugh, but he's rock hard right now

you've given each other plenty of friend-kisses on the cheek or forehead, but that spot just awakened something in him

he wants to feel your lips all over his skin, plush but feathery, whispering dirty, dirty things to him with your hands running up and down his body

how would those lips feel sucking his cock? how would they feel marking his neck when he drives into you, filling you with his load?

now he wants to fill your skin with love bites, tasting every inch of you and making your pupils dilate with hunger and lust

when he jokingly does it back and you let out a mewl, he knows his heart's in trouble. there's no way he can look at you the same again

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c h r i s 💜 t a k i g a w a 💜 y u ; straddling

chris isn't always one for parties, but he doesn't mind coming out to a few to socialize as long as his friends are there

(and someone may have let it slip to him that you'd be there)

he's seated on one of the loveseats when you find him after a couple drinks each

he's getting up to hug you but someone trying to get through the crowd pushes you forward and you fall onto him, luckily with no more cup in hand

you land safely, however, your legs are straddling his hips as he looks up at your breathless form

chris, as always, is smooth in an awkward moment like this

"hey, I don't mind. not too many seats around anyway."

you giggle, gaining some bravery from him as well,

"okay, but don't complain to me if your legs go numb!"

you turn around on his lap so you're in a far less suggestive position, but he can't stop imagining you riding him

he'd want to hold your hips as you bounce up and down, your tits following suit hypnotizingly as you scream his name

he'd let you do all the work sometimes, moving to your feet and crouching on him so he can watch himself push past your puffy folds and the way you grip him as he comes back out again

but you sitting the other way now? cockwarming wouldn't be a bad idea either. having you spread your legs and his fingers in a v opening your folds, showing everyone how filled you are with him - the thought is thrilling

for now, he's content with his fantasies, but looks like he'll ask you to swing by his place later...

this is a bit of a tribute to my upcoming miyuki fic (and you'll see why when it comes out lmao) but i'm in love w the idea of accidentally getting someone flustered like this and (sometimes) not knowing what you do to them, hehe. <3

[americas1suiteheart]

I need need NEED that second chapter of studio recordings pretty please😭

Of course, of course. I had already been working on the second chapter so I was able to get this done quicker.

Recording Two

[Part two of the Studio Recordings Wilbur Soot x Reader series]

[Warnings; None, except some swearing.]

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I woke the next morning, slightly groggy as I hadn't had my coffee yet.

I get out of bed and prepare myself a pot of coffee, blankly staring at it as it slowly fills up, the strong and nutty aroma filling the kitchen of my flat.

I can't help but let my mind wander to the man from yesterday that came into the studio.

His voice and playing style was so pretty, I don't think I've ever worked with anyone that has a style that beautiful.

I mean, I didn't get many customers but the ones I did get were usually teenagers that thought they could sing and compose music. So this guy compared to listening to them was an absolute godsend.

Once my pot finishes brewing I grab my Star Trek mug and pour the hot liquid into it, then setting it down to cool for a little while.

Walking back into my room I begin to get ready, throwing on one of my band t-shirts and a pair of relaxed trousers, then lastly my favorite trainers.

I finish up freshening myself up and then chug my coffee before walking out of my flat, lastly locking it.

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I make it to the studio in 5 minutes due to it being right across from the flat building I live in.

I open up and greet Eliot, once again doing the same thing to set up as I did every other day.

I sit down in my chair and look through the recordings of yesterday, labeling them with different take numbers of the song. As I listen to them I remember just how nice his voice was.

God I really need to get a hold on myself. Do other producers and studio recorders think this?.

What feels like a little while more passes by and soon Eliot knocks on my door before opening it.

"Yo, Y/n, it's lunchtime now, let's go get some food, I'm starving, man." Eliot groans as he leans on the doorframe.

"Is it really? Jeez I didn't realize, I must've lost track of time sorry. We'll go and eat now. Same place as always I'll assume, yes?" I say, pushing myself and my chair away from my computer, then standing up.

"Yep, same as always," Eliot said as he walked to the coat rack and grabbed his coat. Me doing the same afterwards and then walking out of the building, locking the doors.

Me and Eliot went to this small sandwich shop a few minutes away from the studio every day for lunch about a month or so after he started working with me. It was cheap but good and wasn't particularly crowded constantly.

We make it and walk into the building, ordering our usual food, then paying and leaving to walk back to the studio.

As we make it back to the studio we see the man from yesterday standing by the doors with his acoustic case in one hand and his phone in the other.

He looks up to see me and Eliot, putting his phone into his pocket and straightening his posture.

"Oh, uh sorry for just standing here. I came here around 15 minutes ago but the doors were locked so I assumed you guys were on your lunch break, hope you don't mind."

"Nah, it's alright mate. Sorry for making you wait though, you must be freezing, come on in now it's heated inside." Eliot says as he grabs the keys from his pocket and unlocks the doors, letting us in.

The three of us walk in, me and Eliot place our coats back onto the rack as Eliot goes back to his seat at the desk.

I look at the taller man to see he still had his coat on, "Do you want to hang your coat up there? I'm sure you don't wanna be playing with it on, gets pretty warm in the recording area." I say, motioning to the coat rack.

He nods and then places his case down to take his coat off and hang it, then walking behind me as I walk into my recording studio.

"So yesterday you said you wanted to re-record some of those songs and then go through the tracks to see which ones you wanted to keep, correct?" I say sitting down in my chair and starting the computer back up.

"Yeah, I just want to redo three of those songs and then after that we can pick through those tracks,"

"Alright then, let me set up that mic for you and then we can get onto it." The both of us walk into the recording room.

I do the same setup as yesterday, connecting the mic, leveling it, setting the amp up, and finally going back to the control room.

Same thing as yesterday, he puts his headphones on as I do mine, he messes with his strings for a while, clearing his throat and sending me a wink and cheeky smile to let me know he's ready.

'Wink? He didn't do that yesterday, did he just do that? Why am I freaking out? Do I send a wink back?' You frantically think to yourself.

You send back a small smile instead, counting down from 3 with your fingers before pressing the record button.

He began singing again, the third song he played and recorded yesterday. It sounds more practiced now than it had been yesterday, it looked like he was having a much easier time playing it now.

His fingers danced across the strings so smoothly, you find yourself in awe at his playing skills. You had played around with the guitar yourself but never could you ever so fluidly move your fingers across the strings like that. They were always so stiff and awkward when you tried. You were better with woodwind instruments, you knew how to play a couple of them in fact including some brass instruments, a piano, and a drum kit as well, instruments were your thing but the guitar definitely was not one of them.

He finishes the song and lets out a content sigh.

"How did that sound?" He asks, taking one hand off of his guitar to run it through his messy curls.

"Sounded brilliant, are you going to want to do another take of that one?" You reply.

"I think that one sounded pretty good, I might want to record it again when we listen back on it though,"

He played a few of the songs from yesterday and then played four new ones, each take sounding amazing.

He places his acoustic onto the stand and takes the headphones off, then exits the room to go into the control room where you were.

"Those sounded great, do you want to listen back to them now and see which ones you want to keep?" You say, taking off your headphones and leaning back on your chair to look up at him.

"Yeah, of course," He smiles and gives a small nod, his curls bouncing slightly.

You pull a swivel chair up from the corner next to yours and plug the extra pair of headphones into the splitter so that he can hear the audio. He sits down and places the headphones over his head.

"Alright, we'll start with the first recording from yesterday how does that sound?" You ask, going to the page you had up from yesterday of the different takes and recordings.

The man hums in acknowledgment. You click on the first take, listening to it with him. After finishing the first one you listen to the other takes of the same song that were recorded so he can choose if he wants to redo it again or pick one he likes.

"I think I want to keep take eight, sounds much more clear and has no mistakes." The man says, placing his forefinger on his cheek in a thinking manner.

"Alright, you got a name for it so I can put it as the track name?" You ask, Deleting the other tracks as they would no longer be of use.

"Oh, uh yeah, that one's gonna be Saline Solution I think," He says, fixing his posture and placing his hands onto his lap awkwardly.

"Okay great, love that title by the way," You say, glancing at him for a second to make eye contact before looking back at the computer to replace the title with his own.

"Thanks," He says softly.

You continue on with it for a few more hours before Eliot knocks on your door before opening it, "Hey, we've got to close up for the night in about 20 minutes,"

"Shit, alright thank you Eliot," You say, taking your headphones off and standing up to stretch. The man does the same and rolls the chair back into the corner it was in before.

"Sorry for being here so long, I hadn't realized how long we were sitting there," The man smiles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"No, don't worry about it at all, I don't mind whatsoever. I'm actually quite glad you stayed so long, we never get anyone here and this has made my job more enjoyable instead of just sitting about doing nothing." You say, looking up at him.

"Oh, I'm Wilbur by the way. If I'm going to be working with you on this I might as well tell you my name, it'd make things much easier if we were at least a little more familiar with each other, yeah?" He holds his hand out, a smile on his face.

"Lovely name, my name's Y/n," You shake his hand and return the same smile.

You soon finish up and walk out of the control room with Wilbur behind you, entering the lobby of the studio where you could see Eliot on his phone wearing his coat waiting by the door.

You make your way to the desk and calculate how much it'll cost for his hours spent there, "Alright, that'll be £411.78. Choose your poison; Cash or card?" You grin at him.

"Card, please." Wilbur says, handing you his debit card.

Declined. The chip reader read in bright green letters.

"Fuck, um, I'm sorry about that hold on let me see what I have in pounds," He awkwardly grabs his wallet, searching through it.

"Hey, its fine you could always pay it back another time when you have it, I trust that you will," You hand Wilbur his card back.

"Thank you so much, I should have the money back in a couple of days, how about I come back around when I've got the rest?"

"Y'know, worst case if you don't come back it was more so a waste of your time than anything, we're still the ones with the music." Eliot butts in.

"You're not helping Eliot, terribly sorry about him Mr. Wilbur, sometimes he forgets his manners," You say, glaring at Eliot as you watch him stick out his tongue in a teasing manner.

"It's fine, I have a friend exactly like him, it's kind of funny in fact," Wilbur says in an amused tone.

You get out from behind the desk and walk Wilbur to the door, grabbing his coat to and it to him and grabbing yours, leading him outside so that Eliot can lock the doors up.

"Right, well thank you again. Do you suppose I can get your telephone number so I can let you know when I've gotten the rest of the money to pay?" Wilbur looks at you, standing awkwardly.

"Yeah sure, let me put the number into your phone," You say. Wilbur hands you his phone and you punch in your number to the keypad, putting your name in and handing his phone back to him.

"Thanks, ill keep in touch with you about it, bye now," Wilbur smiles and waves to you and Eliot as he walks off to his car and then drives off.

You walk with Eliot to where your cars were parked and dig into your pocket for your keys.

"What on earth happened in that recording room?" Eliot says, a cheeky grin on his face.

"What do you mean?" You say, still fishing in your pocket for the pesky keys.

"He just asked for your number, and on top of that you let him just leave without paying 400 pounds, something definitely happened in there," Eliot says, leaning on your car.

You suddenly realized what he meant and was implying at, your eyes widen and you can feel your face and ears quickly start to heat despite the freezing Brighton air.

"What! No! Jesus Eliot, do you seriously think I would do that with someone I'd just met and my client too for that matter? In my own studio too? Gross, man!" You exclaim in disgust, finally finding your keys and unlocking your car.

"I'm just saying, Y/n. I mean, he asked for your number for Christ's sake! there's no way that he doesn't at least fancy you a bit," Eliot says, playfully nudging your arm.

"God you're terrible, why'd it have to be you," You say playfully before getting into your car.

"Hey! Im great you just don't appreciate it! Anyways, see you Y/n, good luck with Wilbur," Eliot says drawing out the name as he walks away snickering.

Cheeky bellend' You think to yourself before starting up your car and turning the heat on. You check your phone before leaving to see you have a text from an unknown number.

"Hey, Y/n! Its Wilbur:) " The text wrote.

You smile and save him to your contacts, making a mental note to message him back when you wake up tomorrow.

Hopefully Eliot was right, hopefully he fancied you just as you had fancied him.

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I'm really happy with how this chapter turned out. I wanted to make Eliot seem like Wallace Wells from SPVTW, and I'm fairly happy with how his character is coming out so far. Anyways, reblogs are of course appreciated, thank you for urging me to finish this chapter up anon!

[liamxxslater]

Name: Liam Slater Faceclaim: Cody Christian Age: 27 Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Species: Werewolf Occupation: Personal Trainer Relationship Status: Single Personality Traits: Stubborn, Distrustful, Aggressive, Caring, Loyal, Athletic, Impulsive

**please be aware of triggers listed below**

BIOGRAPHY

TRIGGER WARNING: CHILD ABUSE, SA INFERRED, DRUG ABUSE, ANGER, MURDER, SELF LOATHING

From a very early age–ten to be exact–Liam Slater learned that he couldn’t trust anyone, not even those that had the obligation to keep him safe. Having lived in a small town for the first four years of his life, he was thrilled when his mother announced that they would be moving to Port Leiry. The family of two had already been through a lot in the passed years. Liam had lost his father when he was two and his mother became pregnant soon after and then gave his little sister up for adoption. A new move was exactly what they needed.

Liam was his happiest between the ages of four and ten. It was his mom and him against the world and he truly thought that nothing could come between them. That it would be the two of them forever. But then, soon after Liam's tenth birthday, his mother decided that another move to a neighboring town was needed. This time, it wouldn't be just the two of them, but her boyfriend would be with them.

It took about six months before the boyfriends' liking for Liam took more of a deeper turn. One that, as a child, he didn't understand, nor did he know how to stop. There were times when Liam begged his mother to not leave him alone with her boyfriend, but because she had to pay the bills, she had no choice but to leave him home with someone she thought she could trust.

For a few years the abuse went on, and Liam said nothing because the man told him that if he did his mother would pay the price. Wanting to protect her, Liam tried his best to keep quiet. But then, the abuse escalated and he couldn't handle it anymore. He finally told his mother everything, believing that she would do something about it. That she would help him. But she thought he made it all up.

At the age of thirteen, Liam spiraled. He found anything and everything he could to make himself numb to the world. Anything that might help him cope with the nightmares he experienced while awake, and asleep.

By the time he entered high school, he was deeply entrenched in all the wrong things. However, the football coach saw the potential that the young man had and asked him to try out for the team. He made the cut and it was there where he began to get his life back on track. Football–and really most sports–kept him from going back to the life of drugs. He knew he had to stay clean in order to be on the different teams. Keeping himself clean was no easy task but somehow he managed. Then when he turned sixteen his life once again changed. Liam was bit by what he thought was a dog while walking home from football practice. Suddenly, he felt as though he could no longer control his emotions. Over the course of the month, physical exercise didn't seem to help the anger he felt. The nightmares came back and several times, he exploded into arguments with his mother and now step father.

It wasn't until the next full moon that he realized what had actually happened. And while it was incredibly painful, Liam welcomed it, as it was much better than the anguish he felt in his mind for the last six years. What happened next, however, wasn't something he had planned. In his wolf form, Liam stalked through the house until he found his mother and step father. With his anger at a peak, he slaughtered both of them in their sleep before fleeing.

Liam's been on his own since. He made the move back to Port Leiry, trying to find some semblance of comfort. He left behind football scholarships and any potential for a normal life. And while he doesn't regret killing his step father, he hates that he let his wolf kill his mother too. He hates who he is. Hates who he's become. Hates what his life turned out to be. Liam wishes nothing more than to go back in time to when he was happy but he’s aware that those days are long over.

HEADCANONS

Even though he is a show off, and cocky, Liam has never been in a relationship. He's avoided them all of his life, as he does not like being touched. He is also aware of the expectations of a relationship and knows that he could never (at least not without therapy) meet those expectations.

He is much more comfortable around women than he is around men. Liam tends to keep his distance from all adult men, whether he thinks they are suspicious or not.

Liam desperately misses playing football. He doesn't hate being a wolf, but he does hate that being bitten and the consequences of that have led him away from the life he wanted to live.

Underneath all of the aggression and hatred, Liam is a genuine and kind guy. He cares about people and if he is close to someone, he will protect them with all of his being.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

LEAN ON ME ; This person is someone who found Liam at the age of seventeen and desperately wanted to help him. They know he doesn’t trust people quickly but they are a constant in his life and try their best to be there for him whether he thinks he needs them or not.

INTO THE FOLD ; This person has seen Liam before, has had a couple of conversations, and wants to try to get him to join their pack. (Could be tied into the first connection)

UNLIKELY FRIENDSHIP ; This person is the only one that’s been able to cause Liam’s wall to crack. They mean everything to him and even in his low days, he’d do anything to keep their friendship.

FISTS AND FURY ; The hatred Liam feels towards this individual is almost as much as he hated his step father. He’s fought them physically on numerous occasions and uses them to try to satiate his anger, even if it barely takes an inch off.

[humming-pokemon-helpers]

[???, 1:43 PM, July 23rd]

Teleportation, on its own, is usually disorienting enough. Teleportation mid-tackling some blond and blue loser is about five times worse than that, the two hitting the old, wearing concrete floor of here with a painful groan. To her credit, Vanilla’s quick to the draw despite the everything that has just transpired. Hip to sword to horrible, horrible man’s throat barely even feels like a second. This might be the first time something resembling fear's ever crossed Colress's eyes, and she relishes it.

"Listen to me, you..."

He hesitates.

"I can't imagine why Ghetsis ever let you leave. You clearly possess the sort of power he wishes he had."

Vanilla bites back a harsh growl.

...I can't just kill him.

Currently, their reasoning for the conviction is a little bit weak. This is the same man who tried to electrocute them within an inch of their life, and just the week before, affected their mind so harshly they nearly murdered him without any consciousness behind it. But she's terrified of what comes from breaking that conviction again, and so she makes her own excuses.

I bet Interpol has some reason they're keeping him around. Better to not.

The hesitation is enough for Colress's Beheeyem to catch its breath again, and the moment is gone. Vanilla reaches for Cobalion's Pokéball, and... oh. He released himself already. Too early. He's back in a lab in Nimbasa somewhere. ...It takes more than a little willpower to not scream.

Instead, they lock eyes with the Beheeyem, grab another Pokéball, and send forth the Altaria inside it. He hums brilliantly, turning to his trainer for guidance.

"Chiru, help me take this place down, okay?" They snarl. Even if Colress doesn't understand, Beheeyem does, flying at the bird and teleporting away at the last second. Bluffing to steal attention. Vanilla stands, pointfully driving one of Colress's wrists into the concrete with her foot as the scientist's other hand tries to sweep her second leg. That one lands square in Colress's stomach as retaliation, and he lets go with a guttural noise. Just in time for Vanilla to barely shield his eyes from a Lumina Crash.

Finally, they can take in their surroundings a bit. None of this room seems particularly important. Two doors. No giant computer towers screaming to be Dragon Pulsed into pieces. They do slam the strange alien into a standing bookshelf, though, for good measure. Now to get moving again, before Colress pulls something else...

He picks the right door, if only due to the promise of what sounds like footsteps. The door opens, with a bit of physical persuasion, to what appears to be a ruined basement. Light shines through small pieces of the foundation, walls cracked and crumbling, and where it shines, patches of tall grass grow, Musharna floating softly. Fallen bookshelves and stacks of water-damaged boxes block the way here and there, but... nothing critical. Shit. Those footsteps come back.

"Hey, boss, is everything..."

The... person... standing before Vanilla is something unbelievable. Head halfway turned to some bronze statue with yellow, beaming eyes, left arm hanging heavily like scrap metal to their side, pulling its person with it, and strange metallic, spherical bearings melded with the rest of their body. They apply a bit of psychic power to pick their arm up again. Vanilla backs up a few paces, hitting the heavy metal door.

"W-what in the..."

"Oh, shoot, you know, I get that a lot. Cost of science, you see? We're trying to see if Steel-type DNA could ever be compatible with human bodies. And you might say 'no', but I'm still alive! Even got these psychic powers out of it. All thanks to my partner Bronzong! Now you..."

The strange... man? takes a few steps forward.

"You're a really clean specimen, actually! Look at that! The worst you've got is those legs, but other than that, it's almost cute! The ears! The tail! You know, people'd pay to look like that! I didn't know Colress refined his process that much!"

"I'm not... I was born like this. What the hell do you mean, specimen? Refined process?"

"Holy shit! You're a nat? I guess Colress was right, natural hybrids really are better... what are you, a Zor? There's a lot of people looking for those kinds of abilities! No wonder he brought you in. Zorua are so tricky after all, we haven't been able to get anything on them..."

As the assistant/experiment keeps blathering on, Vanilla presses his back further against the door, breath heavy, weighing his options. Even if this "hybrid" isn't a threat currently, everything in their body screams that he is. That has to be worth something, right?

"Now I dunno what you're doing out here, but I can take you back! Between you and me, you're better off allowed out and about than--"

All at once, the door clicks open behind Vanilla, and the world fragments itself into technicolor blocks of light as something hits their back, pulling their entire being in. Their body wasn't made for that.

It hurts. It hurts. It's not supposed to hurt like that. So bad they can't even struggle. Not that they could anyways. She forces herself to curl up in the darkness, mind dulled to anything but rest and the twisting pain of holding this new size.

Everything, everyone else will have to wait.

[thenanbakacorner]

Absolutely fell in love with @wolfieskies-25​‘s Dragon AU and decided to write some headcanons for how the reader meets the Cell 13 boys! Enjoy! Art and AU both belong to wolfie!

See the bottom of this post for some AU context!

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🔓 Jyugo 🔓

You found Jyugo, in his dragon form, trapped, wedged between two large trees in the forest

How tf did he end up in such a predicament? You have no idea

But you’re a mix of awestruck and frightened by the sight of the large dragon who stared back at you warily, his tail thrashing anxiously

You decide to help him and gently assure him you meant no harm and wanted to help-- though you were unsure whether or not this dragon even understood you

Seems he understood, as you were able to approach him without him burning you to ashes

Somehow, you manage to help him squeeze out of the space, and he stares down at you

Needless to say he didn’t expect a human to help someone like him, and was a bit shocked

It’s your turn to be shocked when he actually speaks and thanks you for your help and promises to pay forward your kind act should he see you again, before flying away

🎲 Uno 🎲

You ran into Uno while on a walk in the mountains at nighttime

It was rather foggy, but the moon shone bright above you, lighting up your path

When you turned a rocky corner, you found yourself face to face with a tall, armor clad blonde man who had wings, a tail, horns.. a dragon shifter

He was just as spooked as you were, as while you fell backwards in your shock, he shifted into his dragon form and fire formed at the corners of his mouth to prepare to defend himself

He quickly calmed down when he realized you weren’t a threat, however, and straightened himself out to look down at you as you stood back up

Asks what you’re doing out up here in the middle of the night with a tilted head and confused look

Turns out to be very chill and quite the charmer as you find yourselves conversing

Eventually he has to make himself scarce as he needs to return home, lest his trainers track him down and give him an earful or a beating for not coming back when he was supposed to

🍩 Rock 🍩

You meet Rock while camping out deep in the forest

It was dusk and you were cooking a large chunk of meat on the fire, stepped away to take care of something else while it cooked

You get spooked by the sound of the trees and bushes rustling and run to hide behind something, peeking over some boxes to see what is approaching

You’re shocked to see a huge purple dragon emerge from the bushes, crouched low and looking around curiously

When his eyes fall on the cooking meat his eyes light up and a drop of drool comes down his chin

Makes a fast walk over to grab the meat, ripping it off of the metal skewer and swallowing it whole

Only when he lowers his head from swallowing does he notice you hiding behind the boxes, and akwardly looks down at the fire then back at you

Whoops, he thought whoever was in charge of this campsite wasn’t around. Busted.

He offers to make up for his rather rude thievery, and ends up coming back with a whole, live cow

Man, someone on some farm out there isn’t going to be happy when they find one of their cows missing

💊 Nico 💊

Rather than you finding Nico, it was more so Nico found you

You were minding your own business, typing away at your computer, when you hear a loud crash in your backyard

Looking out the window, you see a cloud of dirt and something large and green in a slight crater from impact

Carefully, you walk outside to inspect more closely, and then realize, yep, a dragon just fell into your yard

He lifts his head somewhat weakly, dazed from impact, and looks at you, quickly scurrying to stand upon realizing you are there

He has a hard time standing, though, and is covered in scuffs and scratches

You decide to help him, grabbing some bandages and other medical stuff from your house to tend to his wounds

Once he’s all patched up, he seems very happy and actually leans down to nuzzle you, thanking you

When he tries to fly away, he struggles, so he decides to hunker down in your yard until he’s had some time to recover from his.. less than graceful arrival

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A few crumbs of info on wolfie’s Dragon AU! She doesn’t have much story for the AU other than these details.

The inmates are all dragon shapeshifters

The guards are dragon trainers/tamers

AU was inspired by the HTTYD franchise

In human form, the dragon shifters are one foot taller than canonical height

Dragon form sizes vary, but are comparable to the sizes of the dragons from HTTYD. Example: Nico is the size of Cloudjumper

The dragon shifters behave a lot like and have abilities of regular dragons, and hoard things of interest

They are able to fly around freely outside of the Nanba Dragon Research Facility, but have tracking chips inside of their skin that keeps track of where they are. They cannot fly outside of a specific range, and must return at specific times

[zedpercyfan]

Left Behind - Chapter 2

Left Behind

“YEAH, it’s me,” said Ash, stunned.  “Hi Misty.”

“Mm.”  Without another word Misty stood up and brushed the dirt from herself.

“Pikachupi!”  Pikachu leapt happily toward her. Misty laughed as she caught him.

“Aw, hey Pika Pal!”  She grinned as she lightly pushed him onto her shoulders and extended a hand down to Ash who was too stunned to move.

“Here.”  Ash took it.  Her hand was soft and firm all at once, probably hardened by all the time she presumably spent swimming.  She was also noticeably short, or maybe that was just because he had never processed their height changes the last time he saw her in Alola.

As he stood up, exhaustion seemed to have finally caught up with him as he felt disgusted upon realizing how sweaty he was.

“Sorry about running into you like that.  Are you hur— ow!” Ash winced as he felt pain in his shoulder.

Misty cricked her back and grunted.  “Yeah, no surprise there.  A fall like that would do something.  Besides, I think that fall got me in the knee.”  She pointed toward a slight cut in her left kneecap.

“I’ll call a hospital then.”

Misty waved her hands.  “It’s not that serious.  Probably just need a rest.  Come on, we can rest under that tree.”

They dragged their bikes off the path and both hobbled wearily toward the tree before heaving sighs as their backs met its strong trunk.

As he caught his breath, Ash took the time to look at her.  Despite their ages, she still maintained a youthful look as if she never left her teenage years.  Ash bit his lip – he had thrown the odd thought about her here and there back when they were traveling together but now the word beautiful seemed to come to mind too easily.

Meanwhile Pikachu happily snuggled against Misty before hopping off and then climbed up the tree.  Misty watched him go before pulling out a Pokeball.  “Azurill!” smiled the Polka Dot Pokémon before it noticed Pikachu and happily scampered off to join him

Misty turned to Ash.  “Jeez, what was that crash about?  You were doing quite the mileage climbing up that slope.”

“Er, yeah… I was just really trying to get up it.”

“My fault for stopping in the middle of the road anyways.”

“Don’t blame yourself.  I wasn’t really paying attention anyhow.”

“Well, what happened, happened.  So, it’s been a while since we last saw each other!  I didn’t expect to find you here.  What were you even doing?”

Ash scratched the back of his neck wearily with his other arm before he decided on, “I just wanted to take a ride, get out of the house, y’know.”

“Heh, I get that,” smiled Misty.  “It’s so boring to be couped up in doors.”

“Not least when there’s a whole world out here to explore.”  Ash paused but decided against spilling his heard over his present concerns.  “It’s more fun to be out and about.  Routines are dull frankly.”

Misty didn’t reply, so Ash continued.  “So what brought you this way?  You’re quite a ways away from Cerulean.”  He hadn’t noticed before where they were.

“Ash, we’re outside Cerulean City,” said Misty blankly.

“…”

“We’re near Rifure Village, it’s near the city.  A district if you will.”

“Oh, I see… Um, what are you doing here then?” said Ash.

“An elderly man here makes my Cascade Badges.  I needed a fresh supply.”  She pulled out a case and revealed the blue teardrop items.  “See?”

“Huh, I had no idea.”

Misty chuckled as she stuffed them back into her backpack.  “It’s not the sort of thing that every Trainer would know.  Just nitty-gritty stuff that Gym Leaders have to.  Anyways, what have you been up to?  Last time I saw ya was in Alola.  Mrs. Ketchum says you’re a research-something!”

Ash’s eyes lit up.  “A Research Fellow as Professor Cerise puts it.  Me and a friend, Goh, go out around the region and abroad to get data on Pokémon.  It’s a lot of fun.  I could show you some of the footage I’ve been able to get.”

“Oh, dude, yes please!”

He pulled out his phone and showed the various things he and Goh had captured for the Professor.  She asked all sorts of questions and Ash did his best to answer them.

“Wow, that’s awesome, Ash,” said Misty after a while.  “I bet you love this job.”

“I do!” said Ash as he pocketed the device.  “Always fun to get up close and personal with all sorts of Pokémon!”

“Pika!”

“Even better than training to become a Pokémon Master…?” smiled Misty smugly.

Ash glared at her.  “Yeah right!  I still have becoming a Pokémon Master on my mind.  I intend to beat the current best Trainer in the whole world Leon someday you know.”

“Good to know some things stay the same with ya, which is a relief,” laughed Misty as she hugged her legs, feeling up her kneecap.  The comment struck Ash as odd but refused to think further of it.  “I assume that you’re not working right now?”

“Yeah, Professor Cerise put me on a two-week vacation,” said Ash quietly.  “He won’t listen to me even when I said I’m fine.  Something about being officially banned from the job.  So I’ve been spending time back home in Pallet Town.”

“What do you make of all the developments that have been going on there lately?”

“I’m not a fan of it, to be honest,” replied Ash flatly.  “Makes the place seem less like the hometown I knew once.”

“Yeah, it sort of makes the place a bit too cramped.  Haven’t seen it myself in-person but I heard it’s quite the big change.”

Ash grimaced and huffed a sigh.  “It’s a change for the worse if you ask me.  I got quite the shock when I saw it.”

“I can imagine it would be if you weren’t expecting it at a place like home.”

“It wasn’t just Pallet Town that changed either,” sighed Ash.  “Not long ago I found out Clemont and Serena have been married for a while.  I was surprised because it turned out that I’d missed the announcement about his proposal to her and then after that I found out about…”  And Ash continued from there, spilling to her all his recent revelations that had caught him off guard and all the anxieties it gave him.

He hadn’t intended to open to her about it, she was, after all, one of those things he was anxious about.  Yet somehow knowing he was saying it to her made him feel like he could.  He could get his thoughts across with ease.

“…so, Gary and this Leaf girl were getting married, and no one thought to inform you about it – is that right?” Misty asked slowly.

“Yeah.”

“Damn.  That…that is rough.  I’m sorry to hear that happened.”  She paused and considered for a moment.  “I understand how you feel.  Daisy just ran off a few years ago because a family friend was getting married, and I wasn’t told either.  Still, though, crap like this happens a lot, and we just tend to miss out on it.”

“I…I know,” he sighed.  “I just…I don’t…I don’t mind that all of these things happen.  Serena, May, they can get with whoever they want.  I just…”  He struggled to find his words but couldn’t.

“You just…?”  She raised an eyebrow; unsure what Ash was thinking.  “I mean…they don’t need to tell us everything.”

“I know that.  I just don’t like how I’m only told about it afterwards.  It feels like none of my friends or family want to tell me anything.  Like me knowing stuff is just an afterthought.”  At that moment tears began to well in his eyes. “I just feel…lonely.”

“Like you don’t matter?”

“Like being left behind,” he muttered as he knocked his head into his knees.

Misty slowly nodded.  “I see.  That…that’s understandable.  It’s a real crappy feeling, isn’t it?  I get it, I totally get it…”  She stretched her hand toward the sky as some Pidgeys flew ahead. “It’s like a feeling of contentedness standing in a peaceful flower field, and then – BOOM – a stampede of Pokémon just storm through, ruining the peace and it throws us for a loop and it’s ugly and it makes us uncertain.  Like a Pokémon battle and never once are we sure if we’ll win the battle or not but it’s so close yet so unattainable.”  Ash gave the slightest of smiles in amusement at the analogy which Misty was pleased to see.  “And it sucks, and I get feeling upset but at the same time I wouldn’t call it the worst thing ever and that it means the people around us are leaving us behind.”

“Then what would you call it?” said Ash as he turned to look at her.  His countenance confused and still looking hurt.  “It still feels weird not to be told or given a heads up about marriage or rebuilding a house.”

“There’s always more to it than that.  It’s not uncommon that people don’t always say every little detail about their lives and relationships, it’s upsetting but it’s not a bad thing.”

“It’s not?”

“No, cause everybody’s an individual, and sometimes there are things they’re going through and focusing on that we have no input on whatsoever.”  They both turned to watch their Pokémon playing on the grass in front of them.  “Life’s just stupid like that and we’re all just playing catch up with it.”

He paused to consider what she said.  It made sense even though he couldn’t fully grasp it just yet.  “Yeah, I guess so.  Still sucks.”

“Understandable,” she replied.  “Here’s my advice and I wish I could say I follow this precisely, but I can’t. Regardless, I’d encourage you to keep a more active presence in everyone’s lives.  That’s the best way to establish that you want consistent involvement with their lives.”

“Does…it work like that?”

“Absolutely.” She paused and then shrugged before throwing two Pokeblocks at Azurill and Pikachu.  “Or at least in theory.  I do the same with my sisters and a few of our friends but things with the Gym have been so busy this year because of the League that I haven’t always been able to keep up with everyone.”

“Mm,” said Ash as a cheeky grin emerged.  “Well, that explains your lack of any social media presence.”

“Oh, lay off it!” she replied with a benign slap to his right shoulder.

Ash couldn’t help but pretend to be wounded.  “Ow.  Help, I’ve been mortally injured!”  The two laughed at their antics.  “No, but seriously, Misty,” Ash went on.  “Does what you say work?”

Misty smiled.  “I can’t guarantee anything, but it’s a start.  Keep your head up high, Ash Ketchum.  You just need to have a bit more courage to say what you feel and I’m sure our friends will respond to those feelings.”

“Thanks,” he replied.  He then noticed her going into her backpack before pulling out some snacks and offered some to him.  “So,” he said with some crackers still in his mouth, “things have been really busy at the Gym, huh?”

“Yeah, the League’s got more and more Trainers registered than ever before.  I’ve been busy with matches and then having to do all the maintenance.  Then couple that with me being involved in the business side and the occasional on-stage performances of shows for Daisy and Lily and that’s me tuckered out every week.  Not to mention all my personal affairs.”

“Mm, I get it.”  The last thing she said worried Ash.  Hearing ‘personal affairs’ sounded like code for something more going on in her life.  “Not to mention all your recent TV appearances, right?”  Misty’s face was slightly shocked before she smiled at the observation.  “Must be tough being one of Kanto’s internationally known beauties, right?”

Misty’s face went scarlet and hid it in her hands.  “You jerk!” she squeaked playfully.

“Hey, I’m not the one who referred to herself like that.”

“Says the self-proclaimed Pokémon Master,” she replied as she peaked out of her cupped hands.

“Only I don’t let it get to me.”

“Touche.  Though I will say, it’s sort of been paying off.  A magazine recently asked if I’d pose for them in their new line of swimsuits.”

Ash stared and felt himself going red.  “Y-you’re a swimsuit model?”

“An amateur really.  I don’t think I have the bravery to really do it for long.  Though doing so has opened me up to new people and connections, so that’s nice.”

“Bet that’s been making you popular.”

“Yeah…as if I wasn’t already popular enough as a Gym Leader.  Blood connections to the Cerulean Sisters and now this.  I’m sure you’re popular too as Alola’s first champion but as a girl…I get a lot of unwanted attention.”

Ash nodded awkwardly.  “Yeah, I…I bet.”  An awkward silence followed.  It was followed by an uncomfortable thought.  “So, popular as a girl now, eh?  A…first for you, in a way.”

“I do recall complaining about that when we journeyed together.  It’s sort of fun now that I’m reaping the benefits.”

“I bet,” said Ash as he turned away.  Her smile sent a weird feeling into his heart.  “A lot’s been happening for you like everyone else.”

“Yeah, a lot of changes.  Of course, I never meant to keep it a secret.  All of its recent and I’ve just been too tired to address it online.”

“Understandable,” replied Ash.  There was still one burning question for him, however.  “Hey Misty, do you have a boyfriend?”

He said it calmly and without feeling, but deep-down Ash’s heart raced with hesitation.  “I don’t,” she replied.

“Oh,” he said.  He wanted to be surprised but he held his reaction down, he didn’t want to say it outright, “I’m surprised.”

“I haven’t had the time to with all my duties.  Besides, I haven’t really found the right one just yet.”  Ash blinked slightly as he found the syntax odd and gave an ‘oh.’  “You’re asking me because of the whole things with all our friends getting together and stuff, right?” Misty went on.

“Yeah.”

“Well,” she said slowly as she looked at him, “there’s no need to worry about me dropping that kind of bombshell on you anytime soon, Ash.  I just haven’t found my soulmate yet.  Maybe one day…” she added wistfully.  She stood up and stretched, rubbing her knee.  Ash stood up too.  “Right, just about recovered… I should be getting home now.”

He watched her walk toward her bike as Pikachu ran up and onto his shoulder.  “Hey!” he called.  “Are you opening up the Gym when you get there after all the traveling you’ve been doing?”

Misty looked back at him as she raised her bike.  “Always excited about a Gym battle, aren’t you?  No, truth be told I’m too tired to accept a challenger.  I was just planning on checking in, eat lunch, and spend the rest of the day off.  Why?”

His fingers twitched slightly as he felt sweat forming on his palm and forehead.  “I-if you’re not busy then – um…would… would you consider going on a date with me?”

“Eh!?”

“Pikapi!”

“Uh.” Ash faltered.  The words had come out before he’d even time to properly think about it.  He racked his brain in confusion when his stomach growled.  “Well – er – see I-I was just wonderin’ if you’d like to go and have lunch with me a-and seeing as we’re a boy and girl I thought it’d be weird if it wasn’t classed as a…date.”  He never wanted to disappear any more in his life!

“U-um…y-yeah – sure.  W-we can do that.”

“Huh?” Now Ash was just left staring at her and raised his hands halfway, shaking nervously.  “Y-you’re sure?”

“Yes.  I said yes, we can go do that.  You’re hungry, I’m hungry.  Your logic works out in this instance,” she said calmly, despite her red cheeks.

Soon they were biking enroute to Cerulean City.  Ash was in a daze as he followed behind.  Still not quite sure if he was having a dream.

“By the way,” called Misty from up front, “since you dubbed this a date, you know that you’re paying for me, right?”

“Er, yeah, that’s fine by me,” replied Ash.  He paused and just allowed the sound of bike gears moving with the crunching of their tires on the dirt path to fill his ears.  “Hey,” he said after a few seconds, “erm, why’d you agree to going on a date with me…?”

“Just because,” she replied.  “I mean, we’re not total strangers…and – well – why not?  Could be fun if it’s a date.”

“Oh.”  Ash went silent then.  He wasn’t sure but he certainly felt a lot better than he had that morning.

OoOoO

Before Ash was a large seaside fairground.  A large Ferris wheel at the end of a pier, food stalls, fairground games, and a menagerie of other attractions laid out in front of him.

“Wow,” he exclaimed as Misty walked up alongside after storing away their stuff.  “When did this show up?”

“A few years ago,” she replied as they walked along.  “I think you were in Kalos when they finished.  It really doesn’t take too much time to set one up, or so they say.”

“I think I remember seeing something like that in Hoenn.  Me, Brock, May, and Max watched one being set up in a matter of hours.”

“Hey, look at you exercising your memory on something like that!” smiled Misty.

“Oh shush.”  Eventually Ash set his sights on a dried Slowpoke Tails frying place.  “How about here?”

“I love Slowpoke Tails!” she exclaimed.  She gave him a sly look.  “I guess we think alike.”

“Um…” Ash and Pikachu blinked with wonder before smiling.  Misty had already eaten five orders of Slowpoke Tails.  Now Ash and Pikachu weren’t entirely better at seven between them, but this was flabbergasting.

“Can I have one more?” she asked.

Ash blinked out of his stupor. “Sure thing.”  He was about to go do so but then he saw that Misty hadn’t bothered with a slop of sauce on her cheek.  He was going to tell her about it but then remembered that technically this was a date.  “Hold still for me.” And gently used a napkin to wipe it off.

“Oh. Thank you,” she said kindly.

“You’re welcome,” he smiled.  “Although it wasn’t a bad look.  Shows you enjoyed the food.”

“Um, okay…”  Ash was taken aback by the sudden glare she was giving.  “Weird thing to say to a girl on a date.”

“Uh, well, s-see… I-I didn’t mean it like… Well!” stammered Ash, but Misty merely giggled.

“Ha!  You’re fine.  You’re fine!  Let’s just write it off as the joke you probably meant it as,” she said with a wink.

“Yeah, ha ha…”  Ash rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment whilst Misty just smiled.

He got her her extra helping, and soon both made a mess of their respective trays.  “Gosh, you and Pikachu look ridiculous!”

“ME?!  How about a mirror, Mist?”

“At least I didn’t get any on my shirt.”

“Huh…?  GAH!”  He rubbed at the stain furiously! Misty, Azurill, and Pikachu couldn’t help but laugh.