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#hello it is sarah in the tags again#i feel like i tell myself i'll actually use this as a blog and then i forget and then i remember and then i forget again#venting ahead if that is not ur jam (talking to the 2 followers who actually see my posts)#i like tumblr because it;s so removed from my personal life that it feels really like a place i dont have to be anything for anyone#anyway i've been wondering if i should go back to therapy again but i feel like they might get tired of me because i keep bailing and comin#back like an addict lol like i swear i'll commit this time! sike. ghost be upon ye#anyway this time i'd come in for the big D#i don't like the floor it just feels closer to being six feet under and a bit like where i belong#i feel like a great number of things have happened in the past year and i've met all of it with a very lukewarm sense of dread and anxiety#its not even about feeling happy i dont even think i can feel shaken by anything. i feel like people see my apathy and think it's confidenc#anyway im not going back. they always say the same thing. can't do shit about shit life syndrome. and i don't want pills i'm so sick of the#isn't it something that i'm especially depressed the day before i start my new job? it's a tradition at this point. cheers#isn't it cruel that everyone in my life seem to put me on some kind of bizarre pedestal and no one questions my decisions or authority and#i battle with myself to figure out if i'm doing the right thing (no one will tell me the truth they are all scared of me getting angry)#was talking with a friend about how it'll be if i join their group project in a module we're taking soon.#and she's like well isn't it obvious? everyone will just listen to whatever you say and we'll end up doing well.#no one would challenge you because you're always right. and it's like.. yeah. i guess. okay. (hate that i know she's not wrong)#lol can u tell this is why house is kind of getting to me. learning lots of things about myself watching that man commit medical malpractic#anyway. i didn't ghost my therapist this time i remember now. she left the clinic lol she asked me to connect on linkedin. that was amusing#i always feel like the therapists here never know what to do with me and i kind of have to hold their hand a bit through my psyche#also they seem to be a bit at awe of me which is a bit annoying. and i know that definitely sounds like Issues but it's just like#ugh not you too. please stop i'm sick of it i'm sick with it. i don't want you to be inspired by my awful life and how i handled it#and i have nothing to say for it but... *gestures vaguely* of all of this
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#things i am excited about at my new job#it's nice to SEE AND INTERACT WITH PEOPLE EVERY DAY#jesus between covid and working from home that was getting seriously hard for me to achieve#i find the subject matter interesting (it's medical stuff and helping patients which is way more interesting to me than the finance shit#i was doing at my last job where i just like helped financial advisors get richer)#my bosses are kinda young and cool which is nice because mostly i have worked for boomer men older than my dad#i get to people watch and learn new things and it's challenging but not TOO overwhelmingly difficult#it's admin stuff which i kinda enjoy in a dorky sim management job sort of way (i do that kind of shit for fun in video games all the time)#the one thing im worried about rn is that the person who's training me that im filling in for is leaving soon and they're my fave part#of coming to work right now because i just like hanging out with them and they have like this hypnotically soothing aura#and sweet kind personality so im afraid once theyre gone (a) i will suck at doing it all without them and#(b) it just wont be nearly as nice but#i must think positive thoughts and hopefully i can use their mentorship as inspiration too#i spent all last year failing at being a self directed online student and juggling random part time shit so i am SO GLAD#to have full time work and work that isnt horribly boring and lonely like the finance work from home one before it#ps the person who is training me worked for 12 years as a 911 emergency phone operator if you want a picture of how calm and nice they are#like they can make anything seem ok and fine and remain calm no matter what and their voice is the gentlest thing on earth lol#i get free asmr all day basically#p
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101 ways to improve self esteem
1) Master a new skill.
2) List your accomplishments.
3) Do something creative.
4) Challenge your limiting beliefs.
5) Talk to a counselor.
6) Don't worry about what others think.
7) Read or watch something inspirational.
8) Stay true to your character.
9) Let go of negative people.
10) Set healthy boundaries with others.
11) Care about your appearance.
12) Welcome failure as part of growth.
13) Be a lifelong learner.
14) Face your fears.
15) Become a mentor.
16) Accept compliments.
17) Eliminate self-criticism.
18) Practice coping skills to manage stress and big emotions.
19) Notice negative thoughts and beliefs.
20) Challenge negative thinking.
21) Think about what you learned from negative experiences.
22) Practice gratitude.
23) Exercise.
24) Eat healthy and limit junk food.
25) Get good sleep.
26) Spend time with positive and supportive people.
27) Encourage yourself.
28) Write a list of your strengths.
29) Don't compare yourself to others.
30) Avoid perfectionism.
31) Do at least one positive, enjoyable activity every day.
32) Celebrate small victories.
33) Be helpful and considerate to others.
34) Be honest with yourself and others.
35) Accept your flaws.
36) Don't give up.
37) Practice self-care.
38) Go easy on yourself.
39) Practice being assertive.
40) Practice saying "No".
41) Practice relaxation techniques.
42) Take on challenges.
43) Volunteer to help others.
44) Forgive others and yourself.
45) Set goals and work toward them step by step.
46) Seek balance in all areas of your life.
47) Discover your passions and purpose
48) Groom yourself.
49) Dress nicely.
50) Be kind and generous to others.
51) Practice good posture.
52) Change a small habit.
53) Smile.
54) Don't procrastinate.
55) Don't take things personal.
56) Organize your personal space.
57) Challenge unkind thoughts about yourself.
58) Spend time outside.
59) Notice the good things.
60) Celebrate your successes
61) Write a list of things you like about yourself.
62) Don't take too much on.
63) Do something for yourself every day.
64) Develop daily habits.
65) Remind yourself it's okay if not everyone likes you.
66) Practice mindfulness.
67) Learn to tolerate discomfort.
68) Use problem-solving skills.
69) Take responsibility instead of blaming.
Tell Yourself Positive Affirmations Such As:
70) I am grateful for every day.
71) I am worthy of happiness and love.
72) I am in charge of my own happiness.
73) I love, respect, and believe in myself.
74) I deserve to be happy and successful.
75) I approve of myself, right here and now.
76) I am learning and changing for the better.
77) I accept 100% responsibility for my own life.
78) Every day in every way, I am getting better and better.
79) I can learn to accept the parts of myself that I don't like.
80) I am thankful for my challenges as they make me a stronger person.
81) Write down three positives about each day.
82) Make a collage with your talents, goals, and dreams.
83) Practice laughing.
84) Be proud of yourself.
85) Say mistakes are an opportunity to learn.
86) Show respect to yourself and others.
87) Resolve conflict peacefully.
88) Ask for help or support.
89) Complete a daily task list.
90) Have a growth mindset.
91) Be optimistic.
92) Treat yourself with kindness and compassion.
93) Focus on the things you have control over and can change.
94) Get started on tasks you have been putting off.
95) Practice good daily hygiene.
96) Focus on solutions not problems.
97) Talk about your feelings with someone you trust.
98) Drink plenty of water.
99) Start a new hobby or join a club/sport.
100) Do random acts of kindness.
101) Create a dreams list.
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đđ˛đ§đ¨đŠđŹđ˘đŹ: It's bad enough you got a crush on your gym instructor, Toji; however, it gets worse when things become too close and personal for this relationship...But who says you shouldn't get a little praise for your hard work?
đđ¨đ§đđđ§đđŹ: personal trainer! Toji x fem! reader - explicit contents; minors DNI - unrequited/crushing Âť mutual pining - sex in a public space (gym locker room + showers) - shower sex - thigh riding - oral (m! + f! receiving) - ball massaging - face + throat-fucking - breast fondling + nipple play - against a wall + upstanding citizen + standing 69 positions - praise - clitoral play (swiping and pinching) - cervix fucking - pet names (angel, baby, doll, dollface, good girl, princess, sweetie, sweet thing) - unprotected sex (doesn't shoot inside tho) - overstimulation - cameos: Haibara and Ino (gym manager and employee) - the reader accidentally walks into the men's locker room (they're a bit dumb, forgive them, lol) - mention of sweat spit and tears.
đđ¨đŤđ đđ¨đŽđ§đ: 8.4k (i'm about to lose my mind, bro.)
đđŽđđĄđ¨đŤ'đŹ đđ¨đđ: mannnnnn, the way this draft has been collecting dust, it was supposed to be released on Dec!! ofc my first fic back would be for toji lmao. anyways, i hope you enjoy, and tysm for 4.7k y'all are so sweet ;;w;; and thank yeww @ramonathinks for beta-reading, mwah mwah
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âThat one was weak; do another three.â
âGahhâ âŚYouâre such an asshole, Fushiguro.â
âHeh, like thatâs anythinâ new. Câmon, letâs go!â
Weâre counting down to the last weeks of the year, and so many people have already promised affirmations for themselves in the upcoming year. In terms of this year, you canât say much. Youâve done your work, hung out with the same people since last year, and probably learned to spoil yourself more. Maybe another thing you can be proud of is that you crossed some TV series off your âget-to-watchâ list, so go you!
Although, besides those minimal things, there is one change in your life that youâve committed yourself to. One thing that you didnât expect to be so in tune with throughout the past half of the year. It started as a forced challenge because your friend Miwa needed someone to motivate her to maintain her gym membership. What was once something youâd thought a one-time thing gradually became something you enjoy â something you felt proud doing!
Not only has your knowledge of your body and how to keep it in good shape improved over half a year, but your love for the community has grown more and more. The gym you go to feels like a second home, with many people youâve gotten to know and befriend along your journey. Even the manager, Haibara Yu, practically treats you like a sibling after seeing you every other day. The same goes for the front desk associate, Ino, who is the goofiest goofball youâve ever met (not to mention the best drinking buddy).Â
But â if you really had to pick â there is one person who has made this experience more enjoyable and worthwhile. âHahhh!! There, I did them! Arenât you supposed to be my spotter, not a shit-talker?â
âIâm doinâ my job, arenât I?â Toji Fushiguro, your gym instructor for the past few months, has been a driving force in your physical journey. With his help, youâve been disciplining yourself in and outside of the facility, maintaining a good diet, and keeping your body active in a balanced fashion. The gratitude you have for him supersedes all. But above all else, throughout the years, the two of you have gotten pretty close and know a good chunk about each other to call yourselves friends â at least, thatâs what youâve been doing. âAlright, thatâs enough lifting for today; time for stretches.â
Aside from a friend, there is something else you refer to him as â something youâd rather die than admit out loud. Toji, your trainer, is your gym crush. Well, your crush in general.Â
Can you really blame yourself, though? Look at the man! When you first look at him, his physique alone is enough to keep you staring at him for hours and hours on end. Strong, bulky arms that look like they could pick up five treadmills in one sitting and with veins that decorate up to his forearm can effortlessly grab the attention of the normal eye. Heâs wearing his black fitted tee, so tight that it was as if it was vacuum sealed to perfectly showcase the outline of his abdomen, ribs, and pectorals. And it doesnât help from the back view either; you canât count how many times you fell into a short trance from admiring his gorgeous back, from his trapezius to his waist. Every time the man flexes his biceps and triceps, all you can do is internally thank the gods for sculpting such a man to be in front of you. And those beautiful thighs and calves shaped from his black leggings and shorts? Damn.
But the thing about him that has you squeak more than a mouse are his eyes. Forest green orbs that can shift into a stern concentration whenever heâs working on a machine or when heâs observing your form and finds whatever needs correcting. Then there are times when they are mellow and soft when youâre speaking with him or when heâs deep in thought about something until you catch his attention. Then heâd throw a small smile at you â your biggest weakness. The scar on his lip being lifted to a curl never fails to put your stomach into knots.
Heâs such an attractive man from the first moment you ever laid your eyes on him. You were bound to fall in love with him one way or another. It just sucks that itâs under such a professional relationship that you have to keep this little unrequited love to yourself.
Which is getting harder and harder every day, especially now when the guy is so close to your face when heâs helping you stretch. Oh, dear lord.Â
Every time you are done lifting weights, Toji will have you do stretches. He has you do them before and after a workout as they give your muscles time to warm up and straighten from the stress you put on them. So now, as youâre laying on your mat, Toji puts one hand on your right leg to keep it grounded on the floor and his other hand on the back of your left to push it up to your chest. The position has the two of you so close, him being situated between your legs and observing your breathing; itâs so wrong of you to dwell your mind into other things â other raunchier things.
And when he brings both your legs up to your chest, how the fuck are you supposed to calm your heart from exploding!?? You have to close your eyes during all this to not be pulled in by the examination of his gaze under his raven bangs. This is, without a doubt, the best worst part of the workouts. Thankfully, this is the last workout of the week, and the gym is about to close within an hour and a half.Â
Toji breaks the suffering silence between you two. âYâre still stiff; take deeper breaths fâr me.â
Oh, if only he knew how your dirty mind took that sentence. You chew on your lip with a gulp, âMaybe I still have a little energy in me that still wants to exercise.â
That made him chortle. âIs that so? Well, maybe after your stretches, you can get on the stairmaster for a few minutes.â
You gawk at him, only furthering the smirk on his face. âAre you serious!?? You promised we wouldnât do any cardio until next week.â
âWell, next week is around the corner,â Toji moves your knees a bit to the left, bending them further down to your chest so his face could be a little closer to yours. Your brain almost short circuits at the movement, trying to distract yourself from the fact that his groin is mere inches away from your shorts. âSo, since ya got the spirit, be a doll and do a few minutes on the machine, okay? Five minutes.â
Your breathing is so slow that youâre too scared to move. Your lips pressed to a thin line to conceal the quiver, and your eyes donât dare venture down. You already know your body is going through its own internal turmoil, a throbbing sense occurring in your lower regions the more you keep looking at Toji, who lifts a brow from awaiting your response. Oh, this man is going to kill me.
ââŚFive minutes.âÂ
âAtta girl.â With a scoff, he finally straightens himself and places your legs on the mat. Toji then stands on his feet and grabs his bag. âGonna head for the showers; finish up those stretches and head for the stepmaster. See ya later, Y/n.â And you watch him leave for the menâs locker room, finally having room to breathe. Before you can conclude your stretches with a cobra and childâs pose, you grumble to yourself in a whisper.
Why the hell did I have to fall in love with such a snarky, gruff, older guy like himâŚ
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You enter the locker room after completing the instructed exercise. Your mind is dizzy from walking on the step machine for about fifteen minutes, and your legs are mere minutes from turning into jelly. You curse Toji internally for the insufferable torture youâve stressed on your poor limbs.Â
No matter, though; youâre finally done for the evening and can head home to your soft bed. The gym will close soon, so perhaps you could use the locker room showers to freshen up. But then again, after the strain youâve put on your body for almost two hours, all you want to do is be home and listen to your favorite music. I donât feel like cooking today⌠Â
Further into the room, you can hear the sound of someone using the showers, indicating you had picked the right idea to head home. You head for the locker side to grab your items to put in your bag before leaving, and itâs then that you hear the water stop running from where the showers are. Oh, shit, make this quick, Y/n!
In front of you is the locker with the number youâre familiar with â where you always leave your things, like your own spot. You open it only to findâŚ.nothing is in the locker? Huh? Where are my leggings? And my phone??
Come to think of it, whereâs your duffel bag that you usually leave on the bench against the lockers? Youâve never had a problem with people stealing from you in this place, so how does a bag full of your stuff magically disappear? There is a bag in here, but itâs definitely not yours. And now that you get a good look, you start to notice that the color of the lockers is of a different, darker shade than what youâre usually accustomed to. Wait a minute, am I in the wrongâ
âY/n?â
You go still at the familiar voice. Oh no, please, God, no. Thereâs no way. Your eyes teeter to the corner as you ever-so-slowly turn to the direction where that voice was coming from. And, of course, it was your personal trainer, who isâOH MY GOD!!!
Toji stands afar on the opposite side of you from the showers, without clothing, his body and hair completely drenched from water. The only thing that covers him is a white towel wrapped around his lower body. His body, which youâre used to seeing being snug tight by his gym clothes, is out for you to see as water trickled down from his clavicle, pecs, ribcage, and abs. For a split second, you take in as much of the image as you can, storing this as itâs a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity in your mind (maybe to fuel more of your erotic fantasies when you go home). But you avert your gaze when your eyes travel down his abs, counting each one until you reach below his belly button, where strays of dark hair become more prominent with a trail down his pelvis andâOkay, stop looking, stop looking!!
âMâMr. Fushiguro!?â You croak, eyes wide with realization at what youâve just done. Your dumbass just walked into the menâs locker room without checking first. And to add salt to the wound, your crush is the first person to catch you in the act, âO-Oh my goodness, Iâm so sorry! I didnât mean to walk in here! Iâll get goingââ
âNo, no, Y/n, calm down,â Toji walks to where youâre standing; a mini-heart attack was about to be deployed until the older man turned to the side to grab for something in his bag. He pulls out a smaller towel. âYa walked in here on accident, right?â
You gulp, seeing the steam from the shower still leave from Tojiâs nude body. âUhm, yeahhh, I donât know where my head was at. SorryâŚâ
The gym instructor scoffs at your apology. âIt happens; mustâve been a bit light-headed from the exercise and forgot where yâre at. Heh, guess those five minutes did more damage than I thought.â
âAhaha, yeah, it wasâŚprettyâŚ.dreadfulâŚâŚâ Were you distracted? Yup. Because Toji used the towel he pulled from his bag to wipe off the water from his arms and face. You couldnât help but survey the manâs movements, watching the small white towel brush on his triceps and glide down to his torso. You continue watching the small towel until your eyes drift to the happy trail on his pelvis. Your breathing goes uneven, thinking of more indecent things that connect with the trail of hair and the limb thatâs shielded by the towel around Tojiâs waist.
ââŚâou thereâŚY/n?â Your name said to you snaps you back, realizing where you are and what you were doing. Your eyes crawl back to Tojiâs face, who throws a small smile at you. âEyes up here, sweetie.â Sweetie?!? If the floor could give way and swallow you, that would be appreciated. âIs there anythinâ else you need to tell me while yâre here?â
No, Iâm in the menâs locker room, so I need to hurry and get the fuck out! âUhmm, n-nope, nothing at all! SoâŚI better get going now. See you later, Mr. Fushiguro!â You turn on the heel of your foot to head for the door, only able to take about five giant steps before Toji stops you again.
âHow was it today?â
Oh, for fuckâs sake, what now!? You look over your shoulder. âExcuse me?â
âThe workout. How was it?â
âItâŚIt was, umm, alright, I guess. I feel like I couldâve done better on the weights.âÂ
âAnd why is that?â
Your body turns to have your front fully face him again. âWell, I mean, I was struggling at the last few repsâŚIâm sure you noticed, too, since you scolded me about it.â
He hums. âYa know I correct you because, I know, you can do better, right, Y/n?â It was rhetoric, but you humor him with a slow nod. He brings the small towel to his head and dries his damp hair. âIâve had many clients who come at me with everything they got or burned out before the first two months. But donât worry, Y/n, I can tell you take pride in what weâre doing, and itâs good to knowâŚâÂ
His words drown out from your ears. You didnât mean for it to â you really didnât. But while Toji was fixing his hair, you snuck more peeks at his body, enjoying his side profile. Admiring the way his arms move and flex, following the rocky silhouette of his abs that lead down to the towel again, you gasp at the dent of something that appears to be between Tojiâs legs. Good lord, even with the cotton material covering him, you can still see it andâ
ââŚ.Y/n.â Oh no, I did it again. You gulp with eyes venturing back to Tojiâs face; the grin grew broader than before. âThat's twice, sweet thing.âÂ
âSâSorry, Mr. Fushiguro. Itâs just that you have a...uhhhâŚâ The heat in your ears makes it hard to concentrate on looking at the ground, anything to avoid your instructorâs gaze. ââŚ..areallynicebodyââ
âHmm? I didnât hear that, sweetie,â Sweetie? Sweetie!? Why'd he call me that? What you should be questioning is why that nickname made your stomach flip. But who are you kidding â if anyone had a crush on their instructor and were called a cute name like that, of course, theyâd be as hot as a volcano. âDidnât catch that, say it frâ me again.â
âIâI said that,â Oh for fuckâs sake, this is so embarrassing! âYou have a nice bodyâŚAn attractive body, reallyâŚâ The heat on your cheeks and ears is reaching heights that would have you combust at any moment. Itâs what youâd hope for, honestly. Itâs bad enough youâre stuck in the menâs locker room for not paying attention; now youâre here admitting to your instructor that you got the hots for him. God, please strike me here and now!
Toji says nothing after you say that, and it has your nerves at an all-time high, wondering if you should wait for his reply or just dash for the door and hope no one sees you leaving the menâs locker room. However, his voice breaks the silence, âI can say the same frâ you.â
Oh, stop it. âOh, please, no need to butter me up, Mr. Fushiguââ
âIâm serious.â He shuts down your argument down your argument before you can even finish. âCâmere.â
Why did you do what you were about to do? You couldâve just declined, exited the facility, and headed straight home to wallow away about this entire interaction, maybe find a different gym to form a membership with. But you didnât. Instead, with downcast eyes, you slowly approached your instructor, who stood behind the locker bench. âCloser,â he says, noting how youâre about two arms length away from him, which you meekly decrease to one. âYou donât think ya got a nice body?âÂ
The adjacency between you two was too much for you, your face minutes from imploding. Too shy for words, you settle for a nod to give.
âHow come?â
For Godâs sake, this is not a conversation you want to have now with your crush instructor in the middle of the menâs locker room. âIâŚWell, Mr. Fushiguroââ
âToji,â he cuts you off, discarding the small towel to the top of his bag. âYâre over here tellinâ me I look good when youâre the one lookinâ like you could strike any guy that walks up in this place. Doncha think so?âÂ
Again, your eyes avoided his toweled figure, focusing on the tiled floor beneath your sneakers. âI guess, butâŚToji, when compared to you, Iââ
âThen thatâs what ya shouldnât be doinâ, who told you to compare y'rself to others?â Toji brings a hand to your chin to make your avoidant peer placed on him, a move you were not mentally strapped in for. âIâm me, and yâre you, right?âÂ
âRightâŚâ
âAnd thatâs a good thing,â the hand on your chin slides down to the inside of your hoodie, his forefinger sneaking under the band of your sports bra. It makes your breathing stop. âBut ya know what else I think?â
âWhat?â You sounded so low â so tiny â you didnât know if he could hear you. He then brings his face close to your ear, and you couldâve sworn you almost felt your heart jump out of your throat. His free hand comes around your waist, pulling you even closer to him. The cotton of the towel now brushed your leg, and you could sink into a pool of embarrassment at the gasp you let out.
His voice was hoarse and low, the air from his nostrils grazing the skin of your ear. ââŚI think yâr body is the sexiest thing Iâve seen.âÂ
The sentence hit you like a truck, your heart almost giving in to a complete shutdown. âHuhâOhhhh, wait,â Toji takes a nibble of your ear while his hand slithers your hoodie off of you, freeing your arms and covered chest where he creeps his hand inside next. You whimper at his fingers on your nipples that harden at his grinding touch. âToji, wait, please waitâŚDo you really meanââ
âMhmm, I do,â He coos, and a kiss to your neck nearly has you give way and lose balance; lucky for you, Toji was smart enough to have a leg between yours. âNow that I have you here, Iâll prove it.âÂ
âWeâreâAhhnnnâŚBut weâre in the menâs locker room,â Toji brings his face up to look at you, your half-lidded eyes locked with his emerald orbs. âSomeone could see usâŚâ
Your worries are taken with a caress to your cheek. âDonât worry about other people when yâre with me. I gotcha, baby.âÂ
âAnd IâmâŚOhooo, really sweatyâŚâ
âNothinâ a shower canât fix.â
And before you refute him again, Toji places his scarred lips onto yours, a shocked moan muffled as he kisses and sucks on your bottom lip. The hand in your bra now positions to the back of your neck, positioning you for him to deepen the kiss once you allow him access to your mouth. And once you kiss him back, all the reins of restraint have been discarded along with your hoodie to the floor.
The sounds of lips smacking get louder by the second, the passion in the kiss unraveling when you bring your hands to cup his cheek and have his face practically glued to yours. And Toji complies, shoving his tongue to tease and play with yours. The hand that was on your waist comes down to your ass for him to grope with the flesh, urging more of your sobs to be taken from him. Is it possible for your brain to turn into mush from a kiss? Youâre finding that out now, breaking the kiss to gather whatever air you can before Toji claims your lips again.
The leg youâre riding on is nestled between your thighs, rubbing against the groin of your shorts. With every kiss and hump comes a grind on his leg, and it alleviates the growing ache thatâs flourishing in your panties. Shivers travel up your spine and heighten your horniness, this elated feeling so dangerous that you could turn into putty at any second.
Toji lets go of your lips with a heavy pant, breathlessly snickering at his work; turning his cute client into a mess flipped a switch heâs been dying to indulge with. âMmmm, yâre too fuckinâ cute, baby,â he wipes your mouth before letting you go; you hold back a whine when he removes his warm figure from you and steps back. Itâs then that your instructor finally removes the towel thatâs been shielding a now-discernible tent. The white towel meets the floor, and you follow his happy trail to meet with his erection, a sight that makes your jaw drop. The older man takes a seat on the bench behind him, and his legs spread out for his dick and balls to be ever-so-present and seen.
âYa see how crazy you and yâr body make me?â He bites his lip, getting more turned on with you marveling at him and his length. âCâmere, angel, lemme see what you can do.â It takes a good mental slap to snap out of your frozen state and look at the thing youâve been imagining all these months. Now, when the chance has finally been brought to you, how could you pass this up? Following Tojiâs command, you come close and go to your knees between his legs.Â
The sheer size and girth of his length nearly put you in a trance, your eyes taking every detail of his erection before your eyes. Every dent and curve, the prominent veins from the underside, and the oddly pretty pink tip where bits of precum dare protrude from the urethra. Your raised hand has hesitance, yet Toji is quick to assuage your unease, taking your hand with his and wrapping it on his cock. The rough skin on your palm hitches your breath, âHmmm, oh fuck. Yeah, just like that, princess.â
And there he goes again, egging you on with more cute pet names. Your hand slides up and down along his shaft from the tip to the base, and the sensation of its veins is so raunchy for your overwhelmed fingertips. Tojiâs gruff hums to your touches stick to your ears the most, a sound you never in your wildest dreams thought youâd be lucky enough to hear. You want to keep hearing them, want them to be stored in your memory for as long as you can. And when you meekly tease his glans with a tiny lick, the hiss he expresses turns you on even more, so much so that you take the tip with patience and start to suck.
Toji throws his head back to the lockers behind him; the feeling of your tongue rolling around his girth as you inhale his cock is crazy. Fuck, it felt so good â he has to fight the urge to rut into your hollow cheeks and puffy lips. âHahhhâŚMmmm, damnâŚ.Ahahaha, ya know how to use that mouth of yârs, Y/n. Keep suckinâ me off like that, and IâllâOhhh! Shit, shit, shiiiit,â he wasnât prepared for you to take in his entire erection to the hilt. The tightness of your throat around him sends shivers, having to use the bench to grip onto.
You bob your head along his length, a hand accompanying the motions to further the exhilaration. Spit and come wet your palm, yet youâre too focused on the task to care, the haze of your brain increasing every time your lips meet the pubes of his pelvis. The jerk of his hips entails that youâre doing a good job, Toji bringing a hand to the back of your head when you kiss and lick on the head of his cock. You take note, assuming that itâs his weak spot, and continue to suck and tease the tip some more, massaging his testicles which almost had him choke.Â
ââHnnmph! Fuckinâ shit, I canâtâŚâ Toji then has enough of this ribbing pleasure, unable to hold it anymore. With a careful hold on your skull, he stands from the bench and plows your face with his member. The harsh hit of his hips propelling his dick down to the deep crevices of your throat was sudden; the assault on your uvula results in your gag reflex; however, Toji was here to calm you down, âItâs alright, angel, breathe frâ me.â He caters to you with a mediocre rhythm to the hips, the movement relieving the abrupt stress to your throat as you hum on his cock. You find purchase on his thighs to stabilize yourself while he plays with you orally, dialing up the pumps to your mouth until it reaches an erratic mood. Fuck, it has your head ringing, but the growing twinges and throbs between your legs practically excite you for more. Goddamn, it feels so good. So fucking good. âJesus ChristâY/n, Iâm âbout to cum. Keep swirlinâ that tongueâŚNnmmm, fuuck, right there, right thereâAhhhck!!â
His release comes with a few rough hits to your lips, his balls hitting your chin until theyâre pressed against it. He pups his load into you, and you take it like a champ, letting the fluid venture down as the girth pulsates around your walls. His choked breathing eventually simmers down, giving it a few long seconds before he steadily removes himself from your warm cavity. The last remnants of his white substance paint your tongue, your saliva coating him. And with a voluntary swallow, you open your mouth again to showcase your clean change.
âHeh, didnât even have to tell you,â Toji chortles, bringing a thumb to wipe your chin. âGood girl.â
KA-CHA! CREEEEK!!
Wide green eyes shoot wide along with yours, and the both of you go frozen rigid. That was most definitely the sound of a door opening. The door to the menâs locker room, where you are on your knees, in front of your personal instructor, with his dick out for the whole world to see. The blood in your body runs cold, and your stomach drops to the chilly floor. Oh, itâs over. Itâs done. Your life is officially coming to an end. Welp, itâs time for me to think of a good suicide note when I get home andâ
Pause on that. Because one moment you were thinking of your demise from this discomfiting situation, next youâre being dragged by Toji to the other part of the locker room, the showers. He swiftly opens a curtain and throws you both inside with a close, and the wet tiles soaked to your socks have you cringe, so you take them off. Â
âHello?â Itâs a guyâs voice, of course â Inoâs. The young man is probably inspecting the male locker rooms before they close for the night like usual. You donât dare speak so much as a letter when the footsteps draw closer to the showers, your heart rate spiking to a nervous high, and your breathing shallow. This is worse; now youâre in a confined space, face-to-face with Toji, who is utterly nude, towel left back on the bench. Your eyes locked with his, and your ears to the sounds of shoes entering the plane. âAnyone here? Saw some stuff at the front.â
âYeah, Iâm here,â your expression turns to sheer terror, wide orbs looking at the raven-haired man who spoke. No! Why would you say something!?Â
âHmm? Toji, that you?â Inoâs voice comes closer, in front of the shower curtain that shields you from his field of vision. Your heart is on the verge of dropping to your intestines. âYouâre still here? Figured youâd be home by now.â
âNah, Iâm still here. Just about to finish up and head out.â Toji then turns on the faucet, cold peeps of water hitting your sweaty skin, panties, and sports bra. And, of course, it catches you off guard. OH FUUUUUUâ You donât scream. You canât. Instead, you shield your mouth and turn your back to Toji after giving him the most outstanding death glare of your life, which the older finds amusement in. You wipe your face from the water, cursing internally at this entire predicament.Â
âOh, okay, cool. I was just worried someone left their stuff on that bench over there. Carry on, and have a good night!â Ino dismisses himself and leaves the showers, and you exhale a silent sigh of relief. Oh, thank goodnessâŚ
Toji, on the other hand, sees your relieved state, and he canât help but grin to himself with what heâs about to do. Moving closer to you, he brings his wet hands to your sports bra and immediately goes to fondling your breasts. A moan sneaks past you at the contact, prompting him to grope you even more. âTâToji,â the water gradually gets warmer, juxtaposing with his cold fingers. âStop, we have to leave, this isâOhoooâŚâ He tweaks your nipples with his forefinger and thumbs, and a leg sneaks in between yours.
âRelax, dollface, itâs just you and me here,â Oh, sweet Lord, you almost fell to your knees when he whispered to your ear and a teasing lick to your helix. âGot ya all to myself, nowâŚâ Toji kisses the crook of your neck, his wet hair brushing your cheek while he snakes his hand down into your panties. The way his fingers graze your clit again has you arch your back to him, another hushed shriek when he bullies his way between your folds.Â
âHey, Toji?â Inoâs voice again. Back to anxious stakes now that Tojiâs toying with you. Goddamn it, Ino! What are you still doing here!? âI noticed you left your towel on the bench over there. But I also saw Y/nâs hoodie there.â Oh, fuck me!! Shit, shit, shitâ"Ohhmph!!"
With quickness, you covered your mouth before your moan caught the ears of the front desk employee. And the reason for that is that Toji pulled down your soaked underwear and gave your chasm a sudden lick. If Ino werenât back here, youâd give your personal trainer the nastiest kick to the throat you could ever do. But when he inserts a finger inside you, your aggression withered away in seconds.Â
âHuh? Ohh, yeah, âbout that,â Toji stands back up and continues to finger you, chuckling at the sight of your trembling figure using the wall as leverage. âI saw âem before headinâ to the locker room. We talked for a while, but then they said they needed to change and told me to hold their hoodie for âem.â He says it so casually, all the while scraping your inner walls with the tip of his forefinger, summoning hushed cries that turn to silent screams when his free hand comes down to playfully pinch and press on your clitoris. God, this is too much torture for one night.Â
Ino keeps questioning. âReally? I had someone check the other locker rooms, and she said she didnât see anyone or anything except for a few personal items and leggings in one of the lockers. Iâm guessing those would be Y/nâs, but where could they be?â Little did he know that you were just a curtain pull away from being found, chewing hard on your lip to quash your screams from the erratic swiping on your clit and the curving hits of his digits in your wetness.
âMmmm, they probably are at another part of the gym or waitinâ for me at the front.â He lies effortlessly, yet his attention is still on you as he removes his fingers from you, the pleasure subsiding from the removal. Instead, he brings his erection in between your folds and humps you, and the feeling of his dick on your lips worsens the throbs in your awaiting cunt. With the heat coming from the shower and your uneven breaths, youâre bound to faint at any moment.Â
âAhh, makes sense. Alright, Iâll try and find them then,â you donât say anything, just hesitant breaths when you feel the tip of Tojiâs cock align and lightly push to your slick-coated entrance. Holy fuck, this is actually happening! Your lips quiver when Toji comes down to your ear to tell you to relax your body from tension, quietly maneuvering you by pulling your lower half to him. You do big inhales and exhales while the man pushes his cockhead to enter your cunt, wincing at the few seconds of pain that accompany each push. âSee you later, Toji, and I put your towel on the hood next to your shower for when youâre done. Good night!â
âSee ya.â And with Tojiâs dismissal, Inoâs footsteps draw farther and farther from where you two are. And the moment you hear the locker room door slam close, Toji pushes the entire cockhead inside of you. Finally, you can squeal out to your heartâs content, balling your fists on the shower wall while your personal trainer wedges his length inside of you and stretches your walls. The girth was definitely something you knew would be an obstacle to accommodate, and itâs worse when your slit keeps clamping around the foreign limb invading inside. Tears begin to swell from the stinging touch, not that they would be distinguished by the shower water hitting behind you and Toji.
âHaahh, ahahhnn, mmmm,â Your wails seep out from your system right as the base of his cock kisses your lower region lips. And after a few seconds, he starts with a slow pace. Knowing that you can feel every dent and vein within you is insane to comprehend; the heat across your cheeks cranks up due to the euphoric sensations. âOhhhh, my God, Tojiii. Iâm so fullâŚâ
Toji pecks on your shoulder, âYeah, sweet thing? I bet so. Just be a good girl and keep grippinâ on me like that, alright? Gonna start movinâ nowâŚâ His hips rut into your vagina, pulling his shaft slowly outward and rushing it back inward. Holy shit, it felt so dreamlike â having him actually move inside of you. But it was very much real; having his pelvis meeting the flesh of your ass was proof of such.
A hand snakes down to your clitoris, and a gasp leaves your lips at the brush of his thumb rubbing against it. Your legs tremble at the flick of his finger on your bud, and the pace of his thrusts crank up in speed, making it hard to concentrate on one thing. So many senses are being activated all at once; the shower water raining down on your back, the exhilarating combination of Tojiâs dick grinding down on your insides, and the swipes and pinches on your precious clitoris. God, it was all too much.Â
âArch some more frâ me, princess,â Toji gets up to push your back further down, the walls of your chasm clinging onto him as the more exposed opening gives room for you to be plowed. âHnnmm, shit, feels so goodâŚHey, letâs try somethinâ different.â
By the time the last bit of his sentence could be registered, he already had you turned to face him, folding your arms around his neck. You didnât know what for until he hoisted you up, and then you instinctively grabbed hold for dear life before your back hit the wall, your legs wrapped around him while he held you by the thighs. Toji brings his member back to your labia to insert it back inside, and you two moan at the contact again. Oh, this was different â never have you been lifted like this. And to be elevated by your gym crush, in this connotation, is enough to have you appalled.
But what made your breath hitch the most was Tojiâs face being up close and personal. The bangs stuck to his forehead thanks to the shower water; his jet-black hair was wet and slicked. Trails flow down his face, drops of water plummeting from his nose and chin. And â oh, sweet Jesus â those green eyes of his, so striking as if they could pierce right through you. They were piercing through you. He took in your expression just as you were his, eyes filled with wanton desire, and it was all directed towards you â for you. He flashes a small smile, teeth peeking from beneath his scarred lips.
Oh, my God. You turn to the side to hide your face from his gaze; it definitely wasnât the water that was making your cheeks and ears hot at that moment. But that didnât fly with Toji. He sneaks into a rut that has you jump on his cock, the new position giving his dick an angle to hit your cervix. Because of that, the jab erupts a shriek you had no preparation for withholding.Â
âHeh, aht, aht, donât do that,â Oh, he knows heâs in control of this entire situation; you can hear it in his patronizing chortle. âDonât hide that pretty face from me, doll,â he kisses your cheek and trails down to the crook of your neck. âLet me hear youâAiishhh! Oh, fuuckâŚâÂ
Once Toji begins to jerk his hips to you, you dwell into a pleasure that you never knew existed. Tojiâs length scrapes your inner walls like crazy, like a euphoric itch. The fact that youâre bouncing on the cock of your personal trainer is scary to comprehend. Having him see you like this, hearing you moan and wail for him, you never felt more exposed in your entire life. And also, him holding you like you weigh nothing and fucking you in the menâs locker room showers?! What the actual fuck!? This is actually so embarrassing â I could die!Â
But why would you? The commotion between your legs feels way too good to bring this to a stop â you two are already joined in a union, so why stop? Every stroke to your slit sends a shiver up your spine, clamping onto him every time he brushes up on your sweet spots that make your nerves tingle. And the occasional jabs to your tender cervix? Damn, the stimulation was enough to have you faint with the heat growing tenfold.
âMmmff, hoohhh, ohhhhh,â your cries are drowned out by the shower, only heard by Toji. Speaking of, this position gives you proximity to observe his expression. His eyebrows furrowed, eyes shut as if heâs in the zone. The huffs of breath he takes with every roll of his pelvis are so hot to the ear that you wouldnât mind listening to them all day. Anytime the walls of your wetness clamp onto him, he moans and hushed curses at the feeling of you wanting him. Heâs an attractive man, but, holy fuck, this was a sight you thought youâd never see in a million years.Â
ââKhhhh! Hnmph, ahhhh,â Through the gruff pants, Toji opens his eyes half-lidded, catching you in the moment of staring right at him. You clench onto him; why does this man have to look so fucking sexy!? He smirks, âHow we feelinâ now, baby?â
âHahhh, IâIâmâOhhh!! Fucking shiiiitt,â you cry out when he slams deep into you, making your toes curl, and your words come out in slurs. âItâs too muuchh, Tojiii, ughhh!! TâTooo muuuuchâŚâÂ
âYa gettinâ close?â Oh, yes, you were. You could feel it through the trembles climbing up your fibers. Your brows trench at the high, and Toji was mean enough to sneak a pinch to the clitoris without you noticing. Your legs tighten around his waist, and you shake your head hurriedly. He chuckles, releasing your clit from his rough fingers and putting his forehead to yours. âCâmon, angel, I wonât know what you want if ya donât say it.â
Fuck, heâs such a meanie. You love it so fucking much. You mewl to him, âPleaseee, Tojiii, I want it so bad!â
He lifts a brow. âWant what?âÂ
ââTo cum!! Pleasepleaseee, I wanna cum on you, I want itâAhaahhnn!!â Fuck, itâs coming. Almost there.Â
Thatâs all he needed to hear, the grin on his face broadening at your response. âCum on me, then. Iâm right here to catch ya, princess.â His hand returns to your clitoris, pressing down on the delicate button to the point where all he can hear is your sweet screams of lust. His thrusts now get erratically fast, having you rebound to the hilt of his length, the smacks of skin slapping against each other fill the confined space of the shower. And the climb of your aroused high increases until it comes crashing down; you let out one last howl as the electric shocks course through your body, and your release is freed. Your walls squeeze hard onto Toji as you indulge in your climax; him pistoning his cock to your sensitive labia adds to the chilling sensitivity. Your cunt flutters around his cock while you experience your crescendo, your eyes screwed shut to enhance the experience, not aware of Toji watching you ride out your orgasm on him.Â
The trembles calm down, the shocks subside, and your breathing descends into a steady rhythm. Throwing your head back, you rest your back against the wall while still in Tojiâs hold, using this time to indulge yourself in this moment of clarity.Â
Toji lets out a tiny laugh, bringing his face to your neck to suck on it. âThat felt good, sweet thing?â You sigh out of breath, nodding to his question. âHmmm, good. But ya know Iâm not done, right?â Your blood ran cold, your body rigid still. Wait, huh? âI let you have your fun, so be a good girl, and lemme have mine.âÂ
The involuntary twitch of your slit should give you a clue as to how the news hit you, and you can't tell if it'll be him or the shower that will have you melting like a puddle by the time this is over...
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Haibara walks out to the front desk, where Ino hurriedly stuffs his phone back into his pocket, away from his superiorâs eyes. Fortunately for the younger man, the older one didnât see his device. âHey, Ino, I got a question.â
âYeah, whatâs up?â The associate fidgets with his brown hair under his rolled-up ski mask.
âHave you seen Mr. Fushiguro and Y/n today? Toji told me he couldnât make it for Monday night, but I havenât seen Y/n that day or Wednesday.â The older brunette looks around to find any resembling cues, but his eyes see nothing that sparks familiarity.Â
Ino blinks before answering. âNo. And now that you mention it, I havenât seen or heard from them since last weekâŚâ
Haibara leans on the desk and sighs. âHope Y/nâs doing all right. Usually, theyâd call or shoot a text telling me they couldnât make it for their appointments with Fushiguro. But this is twice where neither of them show up.âÂ
âHmm, canât say I have an idea.â The other shrugs at his superiorâs concerns. âI didnât get a call or text from Y/n either, so maybe Iâll give âem one after my shift. Heh. Letâs hope they didnât replace us with another gym.âÂ
With trenched brows, Haibara took offense to the younger brunetteâs words. âCut that out, man! Iâd be pretty upset if they just suddenly stopped showing up here. Half a year of coming in and out and getting to know each other, only for them to just vanish like thatâŚAt the very least, they could give a call!â He passionately bangs on the front desk, giving Ino a startle.
RING-RING-RING!! RING-RING-RING!!Â
The two froze at the sudden ring of the desk phone as if Haibaraâs fist magically granted them a call. And by the exchanged glances they shared before Ino picked up the phone, they better hope it wasnât the call they were expecting. âHello, this is Golden Gate Gym. My name is Takuma Ino; what can I do for you?âÂ
âHey, is that you, Ino?â
âHey, Y/n!â Ino turns to Haibara, whose eyes share the same perplexity as his. âItâs good to hear from you; whereâve you been? Youâve been MIA for almost a week.â
âYeah, sorry about that. I had a little accident and sprained my ankle; I couldnât come to the gym on Monday and Wednesday.â
âOh, shit, for real?â Haibara watched the younger manâs tone change to concern, which didnât help his nerves either. âSorry to hear about that, but itâs a good call not coming here and taking care of yourself.â
âYeah, thanks. Is Haibara there with you by any chance?â
âUh, yeah. Heâs right next to me, actually.â Ino takes the initiative to give the darker brunette the phone to speak with the one on the other side of the line. Haibara outstretches his arm to take the phone and put the receiving end to his ear. âYo, Y/n!â
âHey, Haihai. I meant to call you Wednesday, but Iâm letting you know that Mr. Fushiguro and I are still doing our weekly appointments.â
Haibara sighs in relief internally, giving Ino a thumbs up. âOh, thank God! You two had me worried there for a second. We didnât see you guys here and thought youâd be a no-show again.â
âYeah, sorry for the scare. Mr. Fushiguro found out about it and decided it would beâŚ.HaahhhâŚ.best for me to do my regimine at my apartment insteadâŚâ
âWell, thatâs nice of him to look out for you with your ankle. Iâm sure heâs doing what he can toââ
âAhaahhnn!!â
A sudden yelp pops into the call out of nowhere and completely takes Haibara aback from the phone as if it was so out of place for the topic that was taking place. Ino notices it when the darker brunette gives him a brief perplexed look, which the younger shrugs at. âUhh, Y/n? You busy right now?â
Oh, you were busy, all right. Youâre at your apartment right now. Your ankle? Absolutely fine, nothing wrong about it in the slightest. The only change, however, is not being at the gym for this entire week and staying home instead. Why?
How about asking your personal trainer who has you propped upside down, standing up with his hands holding you by your ass, stuffing his face to your exposed cunt which he licks and sucks on. The feeling of his tongue digging through your labia has your hips jerking, but his strong arms exhibit unmoving effort in keeping your wetness in his mouth. His pants down to his knees, and his erect length in your hand and brushing your cheek. This is most definitely not the at-home exercise that Haibara is thinking of.
ââŚHello?âŚY/n, you there?â
Oh, shit! âYâYeah, Iâm here! Sorry, my ankle is acting up on meâOhhhhâŚFushiguroâs looking at it for meâŚâ Oh, please, heâs not checking shit; fucker indulging himself between your asscheecks, ravishing your folds like a sweet fruit to his tastebuds.
âOh! So you two are exercising together right now?â Toji nibbles on your vagina and grazes with his teeth, having you gasp and twitch. His tongue surprising your clit prompts a choked whine. âThatâs good to know then! Alright then, see you guys when youâre ready to return to the gym. And tell Toji not to put too much on you, ya hear?â
ââKhhhh, mhmmâŚIâll give him an earful for you. See you later, HaibaraâŚâ
âGreat, see ya. Happy Friday!âÂ
And with that farewell, you can finally toss the phone down and coo to your heartâs content, biting your lips at Toji stuffing his mouth on your bare chasm; his muffled groans vibrate your lower half like crazy. âOhhooo!! Ohhhfuckkk, Iâm gonna cumm,â your words slur with a suck to your clitoris, your hips bucking involuntarily. âLemme cum, Tojiiii, I wannaâAhaaaa!!â
He removes his face from your ass with an exhale as if he was dying for breath. But based on the grin plastered on his face, he wouldnât mind being in this position for a little while. âOh, I donât think so, doll. I donât think ya deserve to cum in my mouth.â
That was the last thing you wanted to hear right now. âAhahnn!! Youâre such an asshole, TojiâŚâ
He chuckles crudely. âThatâs where Iâm gonna play with next if you donât stuff my dick in that pretty mouth of yârs already. Suck me good; then maybe Iâll let the princess cum all over me.â
Broad strokes from his pelvis rub his dick on your cheek, a reminder of your part of this endeavor that you must partake in. The smell of him overwhelms your nostrils into a pornographic trance, your head pounding just from looking at it. You gulp and take the tip into your mouth, sucking and licking the precum off while your hands glide up and down his shaft. âGood girl, good girlâŚâ Toji goes back to smacking his lips on your folds, moving his tongue in whirlpool motions that have you moaning on his cock. God, it feels so good, so fucking good. You can see yourself becoming addicted to this, and thatâs a bit scary seeing this professional relationship drift to something more touchy and personalâŚ
âŚBut then again, thereâs nothing wrong with that, right?
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hcs 4 toby giving bj 4 first time :3
Tobyâs First Time Giving/Receiving a Blowjob HeadcanonsÂ
Ticci Toby x Gender Neutral ReaderÂ
A/N: I know you probably meant Toby giving a blowjob for the first time but I wrote both because i can. enjoy the double feature
Genre: Smut headcanonsÂ
Content/Warnings: Oral sex (obviously), Toby likes praise, face fucking, Toby gets a bit rough in his excitement but he doesnât mean it, heâs just a feral, excitable horndog, scenarios for both AFAB and AMAB readers are included, use of dick, cock and cunt to describe genitalia
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GivingÂ
Oooohhh boy okay, listenÂ
Heâs not exactly experiencedÂ
Most of the people he went to high school with were incredibly put off by him and the like two who werenât never went past making outÂ
He has no idea what heâs doing, youâll have to teach himÂ
The good news? Heâs very eager to learnÂ
If you have a dick heâll try to deepthroat it IMMEDIATELY, regardless of the fact that heâll choke like a fucking idiot, and youâll have to practically yank him off of youÂ
If you have a cunt heâll do the same thing except latching on way too fast and way too rough in a clumsy but genuine effort to pleasure you
Just hold tightly to his hair to keep him from ducking back down and gently instruct him to start slowÂ
Youâll have to be very detailed with your instructions, and he has no shame, so expect a lot of really specific questionsÂ
âShould I-I keep flicking your clit with my tongue like th-that?âÂ
âDo you like w-when I circle your tip l-like that?âÂ
Etc, etc
And heâll say it with 100% sincerity, because he really does want you to enjoy this
It takes him a minute to get the hang of it, but once he gets his rhythm he wonât stop until youâre begging him toÂ
Itâs fun for him to watch you squirm and moan, it brings him just as much pleasure as it does youÂ
You can encourage him to keep going by scratching his head, running your fingers through his hair, and giving a little tug when he does something you particularly enjoy
Speaking of which, he responds very well to verbal feedback (re: praise)Â
You can see his eyes light up when you call him a good boy or tell him heâs doing wellÂ
And heâs willing to do whatever it takes to get him praise
Basically, heâs easy to train
Just keep telling him how well heâs doing, and be clear about what you enjoyÂ
Heâs more than happy to complyÂ
Plus, itâs kinda hot to watch the drool and cum leak from the gash in his cheek as he eagerly laps up everything he can get from you
ReceivingÂ
Well your first challenge will be getting him to sit still
Heâs a hyperactive bastard and his excitement will manifest as restlessnessÂ
Itâs best to have him lying on his back to reduce the risk of possible injury, but he will still shake his legs and fidget with his sleeves as he watches you position yourself between his legs
Heâll try not to touch you at first because heâs not really sure whatâs acceptable or not, instead opting to fumble with his fingers and gnaw on his knucklesÂ
Heâll be breathing heavily and mumbling to himself the whole time, before youâve even gotten his cock outÂ
âI-I canât believe youâre doing this for-for meâŚY-Youâre so nice to m-meâŚI-I donâtâfuck!âI donât k-know what Iâd do with-without youâŚâ
And heâll go on and on like that until youâve sucked him so good he canât talkÂ
Heâll forget his manners the closer he gets to cumming
Heâll get more and more needy and heâll start to grab at your hairÂ
Unless you stop him, heâll get rougher and rougher until heâs practically fucking your mouth, pulling and pushing your head back and forth by your hair and thrusting into your mouthÂ
Heâll have drool running down his chin and he wonât be able to keep his mouth shut, just completely desperate and messy
The best part is the way heâll shamelessly beg to cum down your throatÂ
âPleeeaaase, please, please, fuckâ! I-Itâs all I want, just let meâlet me cum in your m-mouth, I need it! I-Iâve been a g-good boy, havenât I?!â
If you donât say yes heâll literally cryÂ
But if you do, the absolute euphoria thatâll cross his face is more than worth itÂ
Heâll force you down on his cock as he releases down your throat, his back arching in an almost violent manner as he forces you to take everything he has to give
And he wonât let go until heâs completely doneÂ
When youâre finally released from his death grip itâll be because heâs gone limp, completely spent and barely consciousÂ
Give him a quick kiss before you go to clean up, heâll lick your lips clean for youÂ
Heâll be riding that high for hoursÂ
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I genuinely can't get past the idea that when Orion gets the Matrix it's got to be incredibly disorienting.
Imagine nearly doubling in height all at once, being given that much more strength, power in every fiber, and potentially not knowing how to use all of it appropriately. Good gods.
Anywhoo :] I want to know if your Orion would go though some kind of brief transition period where he has to like, figure that shit out. Stumbling and bumbling around like a new mech.
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Haha- yeah, the idea of Orion gaining the Matrix and nearly doubling in size all at once is something I absolutely agree would be incredibly disorienting.
like- imagine being told youâre tiny and small your whole life and then waking up to a completely different body:
one thatâs way larger, snd stronger, and far more powerful than anything youâve ever known! Itâs definitely bound to come with a very steep learning curve.
For my take, yes, I think Orion would go through a transition period where heâd have to learn how to function in his new frame. I picture him stumbling and fumbling like a newly-forged mech trying to find his balance, since itâs now off kilter-
Heâd probably underestimate his strength too, accidentally break things, and feel utterly awkward and embarrassed.
And although cybertronian doorways are quite large anyway, since Optimus becomes an above average Mech, his attempts to walk through an average doorway, tend to leave him hitting his helm on the frame.
The loud clang startling nearby mechs, as Optimus mutters an emotionless, âApologies,â as he ducks awkwardly, trying very much to not seem in pain.
While picking up things, he applies too much pressure and crushes anything with a sharp crack. His optics widening as he stares at the remains in horror, and mechs, watching from nearby, burst into uncontrollable laughter, and although they donât mean harm. It makes Optimus feel quite incompetent in his new form.
Training sessions are also a total mess now, Optimus is unable to find a proper sparring partner, the only one able to do so being Magnus- but Magnus has never really been one to spar with his commander.
The physical adjustments wouldnât be the only challenge, thereâs also the psychological toll. Suddenly, everyone is looking up at him, not just in height but in status.
His face plate, previously shadowed by his helms cap, is now exposed and on full display for all to see. Where mechs once looked down on him, they now study him with closely, awed, at now being able to see Optimusâs face with such HD 4K 1080 detail, now able to see the tiny details and little dents that scatter his face like freckles.
and I think this is where the battle mask comes in.
For Optimus, it becomes more than just armorâitâs a shield from the weight of peoples stares. Even if others see him as regal or commanding, he struggles to see himself that way.
The mask lets him hide the insecurities he feels about his worn helm and dented face plate, protecting him from the crushing expectations from those he leads.
So, yes, I absolutely think thereâs a period of stumbling⌠both physically and emotionallyâbefore he becomes the Prime we all love. but Itâs definitely a journey, one full of mistakes, reflection, and eventually, acceptance of oneâs self â¤ď¸.
But, I also believe, his transition with his height is far easier for him, then it was for Megatron. Since the only original part of Megatronâs body that remains is quite literally his memory drive, the body he currently has not being made from any of his original form.
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helloo there!!âĄ, I really love the way you write. I'm wondering what it would be like if sae,rin,kaiser, have a gf who is a cosplayer, tyyâĄ!
Hiii dear!! Have a nice read and thank youuu^^
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Rin Itoshi
Rin had come home early from practice. As soon as he opened the door he heard strange noises coming from the living room. When he walked in he found you sitting on the floor trying to shape a large piece of cardboard. The room was a mess with hot glue guns paints fabric scraps and oddly shaped foam pieces scattered everywhere
âWhat are you doing?â Rin asked with a curious expression. You looked up at him. With a smudge of paint on your face and messy hair you smiled brightly. âIâm working on a new cosplay. This is going to be a piece of armorâ you said holding up the cardboard. Rin raised an eyebrow. âArmor? That thing needs a lot of work before it even looks like armor.â
âDonât tease me!â you retorted. âThis is just the base layer. It still needs painting hardening and detailing. Rin chuckled. âAlright alright. But why does the entire house look like a battlefield? Do you even know what youâre doing?â
Though you looked a bit offended you could tell Rin was getting interested. âI watched some YouTube videos and read a few guides. Itâs a bit challenging but Iâm learning. Plus itâs funâ
Rin sat down next to you and picked up the piece of cardboard you were working on. âIf youâre going to put in this much effort at least do it properly. You need to cut this cleanly with a craft knifeâ he said grabbing a knife and showing you how to do it
After that day Rin couldnât help but get involved in your project. Sometimes heâd point out mistakes saying âYouâre doing it wrongâ and other times heâd grab a paintbrush to help you add finishing touches
When the cosplay was finally ready you put it on and showed Rin the completed look. As you posed excitedly you noticed the surprised look on his face. âAlrightâ he said after a moment âI thought it was silly at first but⌠it actually looks really goodâ
âReally?â you asked your eyes sparkling with hope. Rin shrugged. âMaybe. But after all that effort I guess I canât say anything against it.â At the convention your armor caught everyoneâs attention. People stopped you to take pictures and compliment your work. Rin stood a step behind you a small smile on his face keeping an eye on the crowd to make sure no one crossed any boundaries
Sae Itoshi
when you first mentioned your passion for cosplay he didnât think much of it. âCosplay? You mean dressing up as fictional characters?â he asked one day his tone calm but slightly curious âExactly!â you replied with excitement. âItâs a lot more than just dressing up though. I design the outfits build props and sometimes even compete. Itâs a hobby but it means a lot to meâ
Sae gave a small nod. âIf itâs important to you thatâs fine. Just donât expect me to dress upâ You laughed at his response knowing it was his way of acknowledging your interests without diving too deeply
A few weeks later you were preparing for a convention. Your living room was a workshop with fabric glue guns and foam scattered everywhere. Sae walked in and paused his sharp gaze taking in the scene âYouâve been at this for hoursâ he commented setting his bag down
âYupâ you said not even looking up from the detailed painting you were doing on a prop. âThe convention is in two days and I want this to be perfectâ Sae sighed softly walking closer. âDoes it really need to be this detailed? No oneâs going to notice if itâs off by a littleâ
You shot him a playful glare. âOh theyâll notice. Trust me cosplayers have an eye for detailâ He didnât reply but leaned down to pick up one of the finished pieces. âItâs impressiveâ he admitted after a moment. âI didnât realize you made all of this yourselfâ
The day of the convention Sae offered to drive you there. As you stepped out of the car in your fully completed costume he couldnât help but let his eyes linger for a moment. You looked stunning the outfit perfectly capturing the character you were portraying âYouâre really into this arenât you?â he said his voice softer than usual âI amâ you replied with a bright smile. âAnd I love itâ
At the convention Sae stayed in the background watching as people approached you for photos and compliments. He observed the way your face lit up every time someone admired your work. Despite his usual stoic demeanor he felt a subtle sense of pride
Later as you both sat down to eat he spoke up. âYouâre talented. I donât think I could have the patience to do something like thatâ You grinned. âComing from you thatâs a big compliment.â Sae smirked faintly. âDonât let it go to your headâ
Kaiser Michael
âYou dress up as fictional characters and make all this stuff yourself?â he asked, spinning one of your half-finished props in his hand like it was a trophy.âYes, Michaelâ you replied, rolling your eyes at his tone. âItâs not just dressing up. Itâs crafting, designing, and bringing something I love to life. And no, you canât break that it took hours to makeâ
Kaiser smirked and placed the prop back carefully. âRelax. Iâm just admiring your⌠creativityâ A few days later, he strolled into the room while you were sewing fabric for your next costume. His golden hair was slightly tousled, and he leaned casually against the doorway, watching you work. âSo, whenâs this big event of yours?â
âThis weekendâ you answered, not looking up from your work âPerfect. Iâll clear my scheduleâ he said with a grin. You looked up at him, surprised. âYouâre coming?â
âOf courseâ he said as if it were obvious. âI have to see how good you are at this. Besides, youâll need someone to make sure your fans donât get too closeâ
The day of the convention, Kaiser arrived in style, dressed impeccably as always. When he saw you in your finished cosplay, his usual cocky smirk shifted into something softer. âIâll admitâ he said, circling you like a critic. âYou look incredible. Almost as good as meâ âAlmost?â you teased, raising an eyebrow âFineâ he said with a mock dramatic sigh. âYou look better than me for nowâ
At the convention, Kaiser stayed by your side, his presence impossible to ignore. People stared as much at him as they did at you, but he didnât seem to mind. Whenever someone asked for a photo with you, heâd step aside, arms crossed, observing like he was the one managing your image
âYou knowâ he whispered at one point as you posed for a group shot. âYou shouldâve told me earlier. Iâd have joined you in costume. Imagine us as a power duo unstoppableâ You laughed, shaking your head. âThis is my thing, Michael. You already have footballâ
âBut youâre my girlfriendâ he said with a wink. âThat makes everything you do my thing tooâ By the end of the day, you were exhausted but happy. Kaiser drove you home, still talking about how âyou stole the showâ and how âeveryone was lucky to witness your brillianceâ
Enjoy!
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lovelorn and nobody knows
Sometimes it felt like you had the words âIâm in love with my bossâ written on your forehead in big capital letters.
As much as you tried to hide it, you couldnât help but marvel at him. He was truly amazing at his craft and seeing him so passionate made you want to do it as well.
There were times that he acted a little like a jerk but heâd redeemed himself recently. Thanks to Sydney.
And to Claire.
You were surprised when you learned he was seeing someone. He brought Claire around when the restaurant was practically falling apart. It was such a weird moment. You physically could feel the awkwardness in the air.
She seemed really nice but part of you still disliked her just because she could call Carmy hers.
You avoided being around them as much as possible. It hurt just looking at the way he smiled at her.
Every part of your being wished that were you.
You wished you were the one he confided in after a long day at the Bear. You wished that you were the one he walked around the city with hand in hand. You wished you were the one that had his heart.
You felt like a lovesick fool.
Instead of subjecting yourself to seeing the happy couple, you started to back out of any group activities unless it was absolutely necessary.
The group would often go and get drinks at a nearby bar at least once a week. You stopped going as soon as you heard Claire was a regular now. People would ask if you were going and you always had a lie ready to go.
As much as you loved working at The Bear, you knew that it would probably be best if you removed yourself from the situation. It hurt every time you had to be around Carmen and Claire. You didnât want to constantly put yourself in heartache.
There was a popular Italian restaurant across town that needed a sous. You had a friend of a friend that recommended you. It was the fresh start that you needed.
When you got the job, it was bittersweet. You shouldâve been happier than you were.
So, you drafted up a letter of resignation, took a deep breath, and walked into Carmenâs office after closing. He was busy looking at an invoice when you knocked softly on the doorframe to make yourself known.
He looked at you and smiled a little, âHey, stranger. We missed you last night.â
âYeah, sorry I missed it. I uh- have something to give you.â You wanted to get this part over with.
âYeah? Whatâs that?â He reached over and grabbed the letter that you handed him. You hoped he didnât notice the slight shakiness of your hand.
You didnât answer him because you didnât trust your voice in that moment. Carmen quickly read through your letter and you watched the expression change on his face.
âWhat the hell is this? Youâre leavinâ?â Carmen stood up from his seat and placed your letter down.
âI got a job opportunity that I couldnât say no too. Iâm sorry that this puts you in a situation where you are short staffed but Iâm giving you a two weeks notice.â You explained to him.
âI donât understand. Youâre happy here, arenât you? D-did something happenâ that Iâm not aware of?â Carmen questioned.
Yeah, you fell in love with someone else.
You shook your head, âNo, nothing happened. I just think Iâm ready for a new challenge.â
Carmen didnât look like he bought your lie. â(Y/n), you donât think that Iâve noticed that youâre distant and-and you havenât been coming out with all of us?â
Shit.
Youâd hoped that maybe he was so busy with Claire that he hadnât noticed you slipping away from the group at all.
âIâve just been busy with other things.â You lied again.
âWhatâs going on?â He questioned.
âNothing is going on, Carmen.â
He crossed his arms against his chest and it took everything in you not to stare and drool. Even when you tried to be strong, his biceps made you feel weak.
âI donât believe you.â He stated.
âThatâs fine. I just wanted to do the respectable thing and give you an adequate notice.â
Carmen stared at you and it made you feel like he could read your mind. Like he knew the exact reason on why you were leaving.
âI donât want you to leave, (Y/n). I think youâre amazing and- and you have a bright future in this industry. I think itâs a mistake.â
Your chest ached at his kind words. âIâm just ready for something new.â
He sighed and looked away from you as someone knocked on the door. You turned and saw Claire holding a takeout bag, âThought Iâd surprise you with dinner.â
âNow isnât a good time, Claire.â Carmen told her.
She looked disappointed, âAm I interrupting something?â
You quickly shook your head, âNo, the conversation is over. Have a good night.â
â(Y/n), wait!â Carmen called out to you but you left his office without another look back.
Even thought it killed you to walk away from him, you had to put yourself first.
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The path of warriorsÂ
âĄď¸ Aries, leo, capricorn, scorpio and aquarius north node.
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The north node is your karmic path in this lifetime, and as many charts I study and analyze, people with these signs always fascinate me the most with their life stories. These people tend to have the most dramatic journeys I noticed. They all share things in common, persevering alone, beating all odds, relying on themselves, and setting a good example for others. On that note, how have YOU been?? I hope life hasn't been testing you too badly? The day you'll be crowned will come, so hold on love  đâ¨đ¸ I wonât be hyping you up in a sweet way Iâll be shouting at you so donât mind my aries mercury.
People with these north node signs have to embody the spirit of the warrior, the fighter, the advocate, the trail blazer, the protector, they have no other choice. They persevere through unfathomable hardships. Many of them break generational patterns, needing to forge new ways rather than repeating the old. They remind me of the dragon, the lion, the tiger, the serpent, the owl, the eagle, all the spirit animals that are strong and powerful. This is a check in with you, an acknowledgment for your spirit, and a loving pat in the back from your leo north node friend. đđ
Aries north node.
Rulers - south node: venus, north node: mars
How does it feel like having to fight and defend yourself since you were a child? Being attacked, played with, tested and teased by those around you, even adults coming at you? Being underestimated for your fighting ability and being put in the middle of a battle, unwillingly, even though all you really want is peace and harmony. You found it hard to stand on your own two feet, asserting dominance means conflict. You think you'll find peace but you're put in another battle. Iâd be surprised if you havenât had to fight physically at least once in your life. GET your ass up and STAND up for yourself, loudly, yes make a fuss. Let your voice be heard even if it disrupts the energy in the room. The universe claps for you when you beat their ass and hide the bible if god watching đĽđŻ (kendrick got an aries north node). Never let a bunch of cowards disrespect you, you're up to the challenge. The ways you move in life donât have to be understood, you're forging new paths. Those who follow crowds lack your strong mindset, lack your vision and bravery. Move with integrity, and remember the truth always prevails at the end.Â
With each battle you win, you're cultivating independence, a strong identity, self respect, autonomy over your life and a sense of direction. You are your greatest project and your most significant accomplishment. You've learned to rely on yourself, becoming an initiator, an entrepreneur, an advocate for justice, and a truth teller. Don't wait for people to join you to start, or compromise your needs and goals for others, you can do it solo. Free yourself from your libra ways of people pleasing and seeking social validation. Pick your battles, understand the difference between aggressiveness and assertiveness, and discern what is truly worth fighting for. You're the one who stands up against bullies and liars. You're one of the warriors that the universe uses for justice.
Trust your ideas and instincts, you got all the answers. The universe fights with you and protects you, you're never totally alone. Mistakes teach us lessons, donât fear them. You're a natural leader, your passion for life is unmatched. You're distinctive, what represents you canât be duplicated. When life throws obstacles your way, it's to strengthen your fierce confidence, self assurance and independent spirit. đ
When you bravely told the truth, when you went your own way, when you created your own thing, when you walked alone, when you took those risks and said fuck what they say, you inspired many people, you awakened many, you left many in awe of your fiery spirit.Â
Leo north node.
Rulers - south node: saturn and uranus, north node: sun
How does it feel like to be robbed of your childhood? Being left alone and abandoned as a child? Not receive validation or love? Having your confidence and light targeted and attacked from a young age? Your most beautiful qualities discarded and taken for granted. Your innocence betrayed, your trust and integrity repeatedly broken. Being envied and hated for simply being yourself, for your aura, for shining brightly without lifting a finger. Being alienated, having groups attack you for your unique qualities. Standing confidently alone and walking it all alone. You LEAD, you don't follow, and that can just mean leading your own life. Do you still want to give to others instead of yourself? You can appreciate humanity and inclusivity but release the excessive concern over it. You expose fake groups and encourage authenticity. Princess Diana did everything she wasnât supposed to do and shined bright doing it, her kindness was golden and her strength was a threat, so they could only attack her (she was a leo north node). Honor yourself, you were blessed by the sun. âď¸đŤ
You lead from the heart and you're guided by your inner child. Loving yourself and embracing every part of you is for the brave. Leave that group mindset behind, those that just want to fit in are cowards, fuck what the group thinks. Your love, loyalty, strength and generosity are gifts to the world. Don't try to hide your heart, or fall into your aquarius south node ways of turning into an ice queen, isolating yourself and building this artificial heart on top of your real heart, for the greater good or for a bigger cause, or for protecting yourself. Just donât give to people and places that don't value you. You're learning to bravely STAND up for yourself even if many are against you. You're naturally protected when you are accepting of yourself, and building your self esteem in a genuine way that is based on deep values and not societal expectations.
Heal and free your inner child, don't let the outside noise steal your joy, let yourself play and explore. You'll meet the sun at the end no matter how dark it gets. All those obstacles were meant to make you stronger, develop this inner strength of a lion, this fiery confidence and assurance that isnât shaken by the outside world. âď¸đŚ Thatâs who youâre meant to be my love. You're meant to put yourself first at all times, to love, validate and compliment yourself. Youâre here to shine in your authenticity. You inspire more people than you know, your spirit wonât go unnoticed, your purity of heart always leaves a mark in this world. Your light is infectious.
Capricorn north node.
Rulers - south node: moon, north node: saturn
How does it feel like being introduced to the harsh realities of the world since a young age? Having to parent yourself without enough support? Being underestimated as a child, restricted, and made to feel inadequate? Being shamed for your sensitivity and emotions. Being placed in the most troubled family with difficult circumstances and told to create a legacy? like hello? universe?? am I a joke to you? Being expected to take responsibility for something or someone. Having pressure constantly put onto you. You become the hardest worker, and then still being messed with? Like oops thereâs no reward, do it again. Why are you surprised, youâre saturnâs puppet. The truth is the universe got your back. Reminds of me of Eminem (heâs a cap north node), see how he beat all odds and became one of the greatest? a role model both in his field and as a father. You show people that nothing is impossible. Those lessons become your greatest gifts that guide you to build a stronger and unshakable foundation. Break free from that shell you're used to, you EXPAND beyond that. You're here to be self made, rags to riches. đď¸â¨
Recognize the invaluable qualities you got, the talents, the unmatched energy, the patience, ambition, determination, the caring heart and courageous spirit. Give that respect to yourself FIRST, respect your core values and be proud of what made you. Saturn wants nothing but mastery, itâs your soul that craves mastery this lifetime. đŞđŤ You're learning to build your own safety, at home and in the world, and create your own rules. Let go of your cancer south node tendencies of clinging to the past, repeating mistakes because of childish insecurities or your need to be needed and respected by others. Nurture and provide for yourself by stepping into the world as a self sufficient, disciplined, and goal oriented adult.
Realize that all those difficult experiences happen to help you let go of the past, to build a stable and balanced emotional world. One thing for sure, nothing can stop you, setbacks and failure only fuel your motivation and life force. Rest assured you are promised the respect you yearn for, the success, stability and comfort you dreamed of. Youâre one of the most resilient people, unforgettable. Your life story sparks a drive in others to chase their dreams, it inspires more people than you know. The generation will never be the same after you. When you get tired, you can slow down, but remember that everything you need is within you, never doubt that.
Scorpio north node.
Rulers - south node: venus, north node: mars and pluto
How does it feel like having to endure major losses? Having things constantly crashing down before you? Having to fight addictions, destructions and oppositions from everywhere? Not getting a hold of any sense of stability. Feeling like what you chase is escaping you. Experiencing betrayals and having people bring you down, waiting to see you fall. Being the one to blame and villinize when their shadows are triggered. Having no choice but to fight back and learn to survive. Your truth seeking and curious nature triggers many. You go to extreme lengths to find out the truth and seek justice. Your path being ruled by pluto, it removes that which is obsolete, unneeded, no matter how hard you hold into it. You have to be comfortable with the uncomfortable. Your path involves confronting your own shadow self. Survival and regeneration allow you to discover and become fully aware of your true power, limitless potential, and divine nature. âUnstoppableâ by sia (she's a scorpio north node) narrates well this story of resilience. You're an alchemist of self, a transmuter of energy, a fighter in all realms. đđĽ
This restless mind of yours and psychic abilities you develop arenât for nothing, they're gifts to help you surrender and trust the universe, the one thing you can't seem to do. You are the butterfly, always cocooning, always emerging. Your life path is a series of metamorphosis. Like a butterfly you're turned into liquid, dissolved, before you choose to spread your wings and fly. đŚâ¨ The universe is teaching you that nothing is constant, everything changes, and our innate value as a soul doesnât. Let go of the illusion of stability. You can choose to flow with the transformative waves instead of fighting them. It's okay to trust and rely on others too, accept it as a gift from the universe. Break free from your taurus south node ways of being too attached to material possessions. Putting too much value on material and physical pleasures won't help you evolve.
Embrace the spiritual side of our human experience, thatâs what generates and creates the physical. The painful challenges you faced were meant to shift your values, for you to see and use your power for good. You have the potential to break generational curses and the responsibility to choose wisely between doing better or worse. You can become a great source of inspiration and comfort for others. Whenever I feel like giving up I literally look up a scorpio north node person. Just know that you can save lives. People confide in you, they share their deepest secrets and traumas and you inspire them to keep going because you understand that even the most terrible events will pass and bring about growth and beautiful rewards.
Aquarius north node.
Rulers - south node: sun, north node: saturn and uranus
How does it feel like being the different and outcast child? Growing up in a chaotic and unpredictable environment? Experiencing discrimination or being looked down at. Having situations and people try to humble you. Having your ideas, beliefs and findings rejected and misinterpreted. You're literally vibrating on a different frequency. You might be surrounded by a community or be totally alone, regardless, having a different mission can leave you feeling alienated. You've got an independent mind, you're an innovator, bringing all that's new and futuristic to the world. đ¸â¨ You show people different ways of thinking and doing things, breaking and setting trends. Your desire to be a social activist, a scientist and a humanitarian helps us progress. Being ruled by uranus, expect the unexpected, all sorts of twists and turns, donât be too attached or take things personally and react from your ego. When you embrace your uniqueness, not try to fit in, and do things for the greater good not for validation, you align with your mission. You're a voice for others and that's a responsibility not to take lightly.Â
While staying true to yourself, broaden your vision beyond what only affects you, recognize that we're all interconnected. You must learn to share the spotlight and celebrate all others. Let go of your old leo tendencies of extravagance, self importance and self serving behavior, theyâll only pull you backwards. We progress together and you are a catalyst for evolution. You have a deep connection to the earth and the universe, honoring your place within it. You're perplexed by those bums that lack decency and humanity and carelessly harm this earth. Sza, one of my fav artists today got an aquarius north node, and she embodies it well. If you're familiar with her story, you'll know she comes from a different and diverse background, her music style is distinctive, her interests are weird or unexpected, and her humanity and empathy make her relatable and admirable.
Your mission is so important my love, no one can do it but you. Your ability to see solutions beyond conventional teachings are gifts to the world. You recognize that everyone is unique, you celebrate their differences, and encourage individuality in others. People like you are the ones that awaken this world from outdated ideologies and conditionings. It's why this is one of my fav north nodes, it drives us forward by seeking freedom and authenticity, rather than conforming. You are a radiant shining star that holds much needed hope for everyone. đŹď¸âď¸
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Smooth criminal: AK!Jason x reader
part 1 : Somebody's watching me
part 2: Run baby, run
Yeah... I know it's been a while. Sorry guys. But here we are :)
***
They say that history repeats itself. Thatâs its merely a one big circle in which people get lost endlessly, not learning from the past mistakes, instead doing them all over again.
Like an Uroboros, forevermore biting his tail.
And that was how Y/N felt at the moment, shaking over the cup of tea Dick so generously offered her alongside with his hoodie. And even more kindly â not asking any questions of why she showed up at his apartment (or rather under it) in the middle of the night looking crazy.
She was back at the beginning. Back over Jasonâs grave, sobbing and shaking while the memories of the news of him being gone forever haunted her mind.
Felt like all her efforts to forget and move on have come to nothing.
âY/NâŚâ
âNo. No please I donât want to talk Dick-â
âI was just gonna say you can stay here for as long as you like. I donât know what got you so freaked out, but the Y/N I know â knew â was not the one to get scared over a spider or a mouse. So it must have been serious. Stay.â He grabbed and squeezed her hands reassuringly. âIâm serious.â
âNo, no itâs too much to ask forââ
âGood thing you did not ask then.â Dick grinned âCause I believe I offered It myself.â
âYou really didnât change a bit, Grayson. Same golden, sunshine boy.â
âAnd youâre still the same, not holding back girl. Woman. How long has it been exactly?â
âTwo years.â She sighed
âTwo years.â Dick sighed too, his eyes becoming a little blurry from the memories. âI missed you, you know. And not only me. So did Tim and Alfred and Damian and Iâm sure even Bruce became a little more grumpy without your presence to challenge him.â
âHeâs got enough criminals to keep him entertained I believe?â
âOh, Y/N, criminals he can handle easily, they are no fun. But having a woman with a sharp mind? Thatâs something Bruce still needs a lot of training in.â
***
 It was shockingly easy to reconnect with Dick.
Or maybe not, given the fact he was always awfully friendly, keeping in touch even with his exes and even having considerably good relations with some villains.
Long story short, in a monthsâ time she was regularly back in his life and he was back in hers. And much to her surprise, this time it was not a constant reminder of the person she lost, neither filling the void, but rather a soft recollection that she was not the only one who felt the repercussions of Jason being gone.
If anything, after that time apart, it felt like Y/N and Dickâs relationship could finally move past the tragic events and bloom. Not in a romantic sense, because he had Barbara and was making plans in that area, but like a true, deep friendship, cemented with similar feelings.
And she even got the guts to meet with the rest of the batfamily, ditching those girls who left her alone at the party. Slowly, but steadily, she was getting back to her old, familiar self, dropping the act of a girl who wanted to be anything but the version she was when Jason was alive and with her. She was not running from the past anymore, but rather embracing and accepting it. And that was the real healing.
Only that Jason was not gone.
Observing her carefully from the shadows, watching almost every step, be it himself or using his militia. With explicit orders given to not let her know they were there. He had bigger plans coming, and making the same mistake as before, by coming as close as to touch her, could never happen again. Even if somewhere deep inside, the very subdued part of him screamed for that. For the warmth he remembered and knew would come with tenderness and not pain.
She never gave him anything less but love and devotion.
If anything Jason was only cursing himself that he let her step into the Batman world again. That is was his reckless behavior that drove her back into the arms of people, who were nothing but bad news. Who would eventually end up hurting her too.
And he was going to protect his little, innocent princess from that.
So yes, he was watching.
Sending his goons when he knew she was walking back home from work late, to ensure no one would lay a finger on her.
Causing a commotion in the area that happened to be dangerous only so she would choose another way.
Sending her colleagues threat letters so they would drop the chase for the same promotion at work as her.
Beating up a guy who was trying to flirt with her when she was buying coffee-to-go at her favorite place.
Doing it all smoothly, like a professional he was.
Building up a way to execute his master plan that would keep her safe from any danger, real or hypothetical. Forever.
***
âShe got home, boss. Safe and sound, not one hair out of place.â One of his militia officers reported to him
âGood.â Jason only grunted in response. One whole month and he was so close to the finale. The end was right in front of him and he had to hold himself back to not make a single rookie mistake that would derail his efforts.
âIf I may, sir, why exactly are we wasting resources on some woman? Sheâs no one important, just a regularââ
âWhat did you say?â
If the sinister voice wasnât enough to make the man stop his sentence, the iron grip on his throat did.
âI- I-â
âNo one important? Huh? Was that what you said?â Jason mocked tightening fingers on the man's jugular. âAnswer me!â
âI- I-â he was struggling for air.
âPathetic!â Jason threw him on the ground, retrieving the gun from his holster, pointing it at the manâs head.
âPlease, donâtââ
âI should put a bullet in your head for talking about her like that and second one for questioning my plans.â The gun outlet was now pressing into the manâs temple. âYou are doing what I tell you, you hear me? No questions. No doubts. You are here to serve me, unless-â Jason put a little bit of pressure on the trigger.
âNo! No please!â
âYouâre a piece of shit.â Arkham Knight muttered, taking the gun away. âBut I am feeling merciful today. We canât have blood on the floor when Y/N arrives. Now go! Get out of my face before I change my mind! And you make sure everything is perfect because if notââ he caressed the arms with a cruel glint in his eyes, enjoying the way his officer rushed out of the room, throwing commands left and right, halfway out the door.
âSoon, baby⌠Soon weâll be back togetherâŚâ Jason muttered to himself once he was finally alone.
He was so close to having everything he needed.
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limits â a minotaur!joel fic
pairing: minotaur!joel miller x m!oc/reader (unnamed and undescribed) rating: E (18+ mdni) word count: 2.2k content: au, porn with a little plot (but not really), monster fucking, joel is a literal bull-man, he doesn't speak but he understands humans, hentai logic/physics, don't think too hard about how this works physically, unprotected p in a, so much cum (like, a lot), breeding kink, aftercare, tiny bit of dubcon (if you squint), size kink, omegaverse dynamics/rules dividers: by @/saradika-graphics beta: @kedsandtubesocks (ily omg)
summary: so like, imagine a world where bulls evolved to be bi-pedal and can mate with humans, but it's not a common practice. don't think too hard about it, just imagine you're a new farm hand/stable boy and caught the attention of one of those bulls, okay?
written as a part of @quinnnfabrgay-writes and @hauntedhowlett 's Monster (S)mash challenge (so sorry for how late this is forgive meeee)
âSeeinâ as itâs your first day, kid, I should warn ya,â the farmer started, resting an elbow on a bent knee, his foot resting on the fence in front of them. âThis timeâa year the bulls get a bit⌠restless.â
The young man blinked, cheeks heating up as he listened. âB-but arenât they more focused on the cows?â
The farmer laughed, chewing on his tobacco as he watched the cows roam. âWell, sure, but they donât seem to care much when they get like this. Just gotta put yer foot down and theyâll leave ya be, promise.â
The boy nodded and swallowed around a lump in his throat. He needed this job something fierce so a few horny bulls werenât going to keep him from that.Â
âHelp me get that hay to the horses, wouldja?â
âYes, sir.â
Wiping sweat from his brow, the young man smiled down at the work heâd accomplished. He looked to his left and saw the large bull pen. Heâd been working on the farm as a hand for a little over a week now and had successfully avoided any unwanted attention so far.
Heâd been learning all the animalâs names as well as their personalities and temperaments. Maggie was a lovely cow, a bit of a loner, but sweet as can be. Rex was easily the meanest of all the bulls, and he had to be taken away from the cows pretty often.Â
But, Joel, well. He was easily the biggest of all the bulls. He was another loner, but in a distinctly different way than Maggie was. He stood at an imposing 9ft tall (horns not included) and had dark, curly fur that covered his whole body. His torso was barrel-shaped and as tough as any leather.Â
The young man didnât have much experience working with Joel, that was left to a select few employees on the ranch. Joel didnât trust many people and whenever breeding season came around, he had to be taken to a secluded area. âGets downright ravenous, that one,â the farmer had said. âGotta cycle out the cows so they donât get too tired.â
The boy had bit his lip in thought when he heard that. According to another hand on the farm, Joel had been the oldest of all the bulls and that was why he got the special treatment. He was the farmerâs favorite, but they didnât understand why. He was grumpy and stubborn.Â
The young man wasnât surprised to hear that, to be honest. The older a bull got, the more ornery they were. That was just the way of things.
âHey, kid, Iâm gonna needja to take care of Joelâs pen for him.â
The young man looked up from his raking and shielded his eyes from the sun. âOh. Are ya sure?â
ââCourse,â the farmer chuckled. âHeâs out back gettinâ a bath, so heâll need a clean pen to get back to.â
The boy nodded and gulped. âOâcourse, sir.â The farmer saluted in thanks before taking off to do his own chores.Â
Exhaling a heavy breath, the young man grabbed a metal bucket, his rake, and some cleaning supplies before heading in the direction of Joelâs pen.
No one would have blamed him for thinking Joelâs pen would look like a tornado blew through, but he sure as hell wasnât expecting this.
It was clear where a lot of the rut had been taking place, with a decently sized pile of hay in the corner, but the whole place⌠reeked. It was musky and heady and thick. The young man wished heâd grabbed some sort of face mask before entering. Heâll probably have to wash his clothes a few times to get the stink out.
âFuck it,â he whispered to himself, and got to work. There was so much of⌠Joel everywhere. He hadnât been around Joel enough to personally know him, but this felt like an invasion of privacy. It looked like any other pen, with a large metal sliding door and roof, but it was clear Joel had marked his territory so no other bull would be caught dead in there.
âHey, newbie!â Lynn, another hand, greeted cheerfully. Behind her, a large, imposing (and freshly bathed) Joel entered the pen. His big barrel chest heaved heavy breaths, deep eyes locked onto the boy. âThanks for takinâ care oâ Joelâs pen for âim. Iâm gonna go find a nice girl for âim, Iâll be right back!â She was gone before the young man could respond.
Joel walked closer towards the pile of hay, large snout smelling if things were where they should be. He grunted in approval when he realized his smell was still there.Â
The young man watched before putting away his cleaning supplies. He stood frozen to the spot, Joelâs intense eyes making it hard to turn his back and leave.Â
âU-um, Iâll justââ The young man pointed his thumb in the direction of the door to leave, but Joel gripped onto his overalls, stopping him in his tracks. âWhat are youâ?â
Joel lifted him high off his feet and planted the young manâs crotch onto his snout.Â
âJ-Joel! What are you doing?!â He screeched, cheeks burning in embarrassment. Joel ignored him and inhaled the scent deeply, before exhaling a low, very pleased groan. âIâmâ! Iâm not a cow, Iâm not what you want!â
Joel froze and looked the young man deep in the eyes, challenging him. Who was he to know what Joel wanted?
âUm, p-please put me down?â The boy stammered. Just then, his cock stirred in his overalls, betraying him. A twinkle appeared in Joelâs large, dark eye.
Before he knew it, Joel had him bent over a bale of hay with his legs kicked apart. Joel towered over him with a massive paw of a hand keeping his chest pressed to the hay.Â
âJoel, please,â he whimpered, his body trembling in fear and⌠perhaps arousal, he really wasnât sure.Â
Joel huffed in response, asking what he wanted.
âI donâtâ Wouldnât you prefer a cow over⌠over me?â
Joel grumbled above him and ripped his overalls down his legs, pressing his large, very hard and leaking cock against the young manâs ass. He rolled his strong hips and groaned in response. Joelâs belly rested on top of the young manâs lower back, so he felt every heavy breath he exhaled.Â
âI-I guess that answers that questionâŚâ He sighed. He hid his face in his arms and whined weakly. âFine, just⌠Just do it, okay?â
Joel didnât need to be told twice. He leaned over the young manâs body and lifted his t-shirt, teasing his nipples. A large, thick tongue started probing at the young manâs earlobe, making him shiver in response.
âOh,â he moaned, his own dick twitching to life between his legs. One of Joelâs large hands moved down to his ass to spread his cheeks and assess what he had to work with. Joel grunted appreciatively and started rubbing the boyâs hole in preparation.
A large glob of spit landed on the sensitive skin, easing the way for Joelâs thumb to pierce through. âOh, fuck,â the boy gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily.
Joel hummed to himself and gripped his cock in his free hand. He started stroking it slowly before slapping the head against the young manâs cheek, giving him an idea of the size.
âFuck, is⌠Is that thing gonna fit?â
Joel snorted before slowly pressing the head inside. It felt like the young manâs entire body was set on fire. He couldnât feel his own legs beneath him, but he felt the pulsing of his cock throbbing between them. All the air left his lungs at once as Joelâs cock entered him further.
Joel stopped once a large thick ridge toward the base kissed the edge of the boyâs rim. He felt lightheaded, his eyes barely staying open as he adjusted to the full length of Joelâs cock.
âO-oh my god, IâmâŚâ The young man trembled, voice pitched up an octave. âAm I dying?â
Joel made a low noise in his chest and leaned over to kiss and lick along the young manâs neck and ear. He was⌠comforting him, letting him take his time. Joel mooed quietly, almost like he was cooing words of praise to the boy. It made him feel like he could breathe again.
The young man rested his head on the bale of hay and tried to look back at Joel. âOkay, Iâm⌠I think Iâm okay,â he smiled sheepishly. âGo ahead, Joel.â
Before Joel started moving, one of his hands moved underneath them and covered the young manâs belly. He felt his cock through the skin, bulging through easily. He groaned in appreciation before adjusting his stance. The young manâs feet were hanging high off the floor of the pen like a ragdoll, his overalls still attached messily around his ankles.
Suddenly, as if someone had whistled for Joel to get started, he fucked hard and deep into the boy. The loud, almost comical sound of his heavy balls slapping against the young manâs tender flesh made him go dizzy.Â
Joel gripped onto his narrow hips and set a punishing pace, rutting into him. He breathed heavily and grunted above the boy, sounding far away.Â
The young manâs entire body moved back and forth against the hay bale, the scratchy feeling keeping him grounded as he ascended into another plane of existence. He had no idea being stretched so much and fucked so deep could feel so good. He didnât want this to end.Â
Just then, Joel decided he didnât want that position anymore and lifted the young man into the air so his back was pressed to Joelâs barrel chest. The boy moaned loudly, resting his head on Joelâs broad shoulder.
Joel grunted and started using the boyâs body as if he were a fleshlight, lifting and lowering him at a punishing pace. The amount of precome leaking out of the boyâs hole and around Joelâs cock covered their bodies entirely.Â
âIâmâ Iâm not going to last long, Joel,â the young man gasped, breath hitching with each powerful thrust. His eyes rolled back as Joelâs cock pummeled against his prostate, making him tremble weakly. The boyâs cock slapped lewdly against his lower stomach, precome splattering everywhere.
The boyâs stomach bulged with Joelâs cock, stretching the skin past its limits. He looked down to watch, mesmerized by the sight. How Joelâs cock fit inside him, he didnât know, but he wasnât going to question it.
Joel groaned deeply, picking up the pace of his thrusts. He must be getting close.Â
âCâmon,â the young man whined, turning his head to look at Joelâs face. âCome inside me.â
Joel pushed him back down onto the bale of hay and pushed his cock even further inside. The ridge near the base of Joelâs cock made the boy gasp weakly, gripping onto the hay beneath to ground himself.Â
Each smack of Joelâs hips against his ass had him letting out weak noises he didnât even know he could make. Joelâs horns pierced into the hay as he rested his forehead against the boyâs back.
âYeah, yeah, yeah,â the young man chanted. âCâmon, Joel, please,â he whimpered.
If he could see him, he was certain steam left Joelâs snout as he panted and grunted behind him. Joel made a low groan before slamming one last time against the boyâs prostate and came like a geyser inside him.Â
The boy gasped as he was filled up, coming untouched as he felt Joelâs cock pump inside like a hose. He trembled beneath the bullâs body, screaming into the hay.Â
Joel exhaled heavily, hands gripped onto the boyâs hips tightly. He moved them slightly and noticed that theyâd probably bruise soon. He hummed and leaned over to kiss and lick along the young manâs neck again, this time as an apology. He slowly pulled out and watched as his come poured out lewdly.
The boy panted hard, his body feeling more empty than it ever had in his life. His stomach felt full, though, which made him look down to see. Joel had well and truly filled him, it seemed. He couldnât stop the giggle from leaving his body, his cheeks heating up in embarrassment.Â
Joel climbed onto the bale of hay with him and held the boy close, spooning him comfortingly. He turned the young manâs face and kissed and licked his tears away, mooing praises into his ear. The boy felt like his heart would burst from the tender act and silently cursed whoever called Joel grumpy and mean.Â
âThat wasâŚâ He giggled, breathing heavily. âI hope you got what you were looking for.â
Joel grunted in affirmation and held the boy close, one large hand holding his full belly. It dawned on him then that Joel probably thought that heâd just bred the boy.Â
He didnât have the heart to tell him it wouldnât take.
âSir, I had somethinâ to tell ya,â the boy said the next day, running up to the farmer with a bit more pep in his step.Â
âWhatâs that, kid?â The farmer grinned, chewing more tobacco.
âJust wanted to let ya know that I think I cracked olâ Joel. Think he likes me!â
âNo kiddinâ? Well, shit, I wonât look a gift horse in the mouth! If youâre thinkinâ he wonât mind, youâre welcome to take care oâ his pen for the rest of breedinâ season, then.â
The boy couldnât stop the wide grin from growing on his face.
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Heey :3
I'm a bit new to HSR but I would love to make a request regardless. A platonic request with a reader that lost their parents at a very young age and somehow ended up with the listed characters With Boothill, Aventurine, Gallagher, Gepard (if I requested over the character limit just chip some off <33)
Reader is like in their teen years
Fragments of Fate
Tags: Boothill x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Gepard x Reader, Teen!Reader, Platonic Relationships, Found Family, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff with Angst, Protective Characters, Emotional Bonding, Slow Burn Friendship.
Warnings: Mentions of Parental Loss, Themes of Grief and Trauma, Violence (Mild/Implied), Angst with a Happy/Bittersweet Ending, Possible Depictions of Flashbacks (Trauma-Related), Protective Behavior.
A/N: WELCOME TO THE FANDOM!! I HOPE YOU ENJOY YOUR STAY AND DON'T LET THE WEIRD PEOPLE GET TO YOU!! đ¤đđ
[Part 2]
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The galaxy was vast, unkind, and unrelentingâtraits Boothill understood better than most. When he found you wandering the outskirts of a ruined settlement, it felt like staring into a mirror of his past. A teen, lost and alone, with nothing but the smoldering remains of a life stolen too soon. You reminded him of himself, crying in the snow all those years ago.
The first thing Boothill taught you was how to defend yourself.
"Out here," he said, crouched by the fire with his mechanical hand resting on his holstered revolver, "you either draw fast, or you're done for." His eyes locked onto you, and for the first time since meeting him, you saw something other than sharp wit and vengeance in his expressionâconcern.
But Boothill wasnât a teacher in the traditional sense. His lessons came wrapped in stories of survival, laughter, and his signature dramatic flair. He showed you how to handle a blaster, track footprints across barren wastelands, and recognize when to stand your groundâor when to run.
One evening, as the two of you watched stars streak across the dark sky, Boothill broke his usual bravado. "The worldâs gonna throw you into the dirt," he said softly, his shark-like teeth catching the firelight. "But you? Youâre gonna get back up every time. You hear me, kid?"
In Boothill, you found a guardian who didnât pity you but saw your strengthâeven when you didnât see it yourself.
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Meeting Aventurine wasnât a chance encounter; it was destiny orchestrated by a gambler who always bet on himself. You stumbled into his orbit during a skirmish between the IPC and local rebels, a frightened teen who had lost everything. He could have walked awayâafter all, you were just another face in a galaxy filled with suffering. But something about the fire in your eyes stopped him.
"Youâve got guts, kid," he remarked, adjusting his glasses as he ushered you into the safety of his suite. "Stick with me, and you might just learn how to play this game called life."
Life with Aventurine was a whirlwind of unpredictability. He taught you how to navigate high-stakes situations, whether it was bluffing your way out of trouble or making calculated risks that turned the odds in your favor.
One day, he handed you a deck of cards, each one worn and bearing faint marks from years of use. "Lesson one," he said with a smirk. "The gameâs rigged, but that doesnât mean you canât win."
Aventurineâs mentorship wasnât about coddling. He challenged you, pushed you to think ahead, and celebrated your victories with genuine pride. Yet, there were moments of vulnerabilityâlate-night conversations where heâd share fragments of his own tragic past. "Weâre not so different, you and I," he admitted one night, his voice quieter than usual. "We both know what itâs like to lose everything. But hereâs the trick, kid: we donât let it break us."
With Aventurine, you learned that survival wasnât just about strengthâit was about strategy, resilience, and knowing when to bet it all.
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When Gepard found you, it was during one of the harshest Fragmentum attacks Belobog had ever faced. You were huddled in the ruins of a home, clutching a makeshift weapon and trembling with fear. The sight of youâso young, so lostâstirred something deep within him.
"Youâre safe now," he said, his voice steady and reassuring as he extended a gloved hand. "Iâll protect you. Thatâs a promise."
Life under Gepardâs care was structured and disciplined, but never harsh. He treated you with kindness and respect, understanding the pain of loss in a way only someone who had carried the weight of duty could.
He taught you how to wield a weaponânot for revenge, but for defense. "Strength isnât about defeating your enemies," he said during a training session. "Itâs about protecting what matters most."
Gepardâs lessons extended beyond combat. He instilled in you a sense of responsibility and compassion, encouraging you to help others even when the world seemed bleak. Under his guidance, you began to rebuild your confidence, finding purpose in small acts of courage and kindness.
One night, as snow fell softly outside the city walls, Gepard joined you by the fire. "I know itâs hard," he said, his eyes reflecting the flickering flames. "But youâre not alone anymore. You have a family hereâwith me, with the Silvermane Guards. And together, weâll face whatever comes."
With Gepard, you found more than a protectorâyou found a father figure who believed in you, even when you struggled to believe in yourself.
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okay this is so incredibly specific so please feel free to ignore BUT iâve been wanting to read a fic for ages where the reader is Chaseâs childhood best friend from Australia and she moves to New Jersey for a fresh start. Sheâs staying with Chase while she gets settled, and one day she comes to visit him at lunch at the hospital, where she ends up meeting House and heâs⌠intrigued by her đ either romantic or smut would be so very cool :^D <33 đ
YES. I LOVE THIS PROMPT IM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG BUT IM FINISHED!!!
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Gregory House x Fem!Chases bsf!Reader
Warnings: None really, just cussing and tooth rotting fluff >:) 3k+ words.
Chase's POV:Â
âWell I was just wondering if we could go out sometime, I think you're really-â My attention shifted as y/n's call lit up my phone, interrupting the conversation. It was a more pressing matter than pursuing a one-night stand.
âExcuse me for a moment.â I say walking away, the woman having an annoyed look on her face.Â
I answer the phone.
âHello, y/n? Whats upâÂ
âChase! Long time no talk haha.â
âYou called me yesterday.â
âLearn to take a joke, anyways, I have some exciting news for you.â
âIâm moving to New Jersey!!âÂ
âWait what? Really?â
âYeah, I kinda forgot to tell you and i'm actually at the airport right now, so I hope you aren't busy tomorrow so you can pick me up.â
âWow, um alright, yeah I can pick you up, do you have a place to stay?"
âUmâŚnoâŚâ I sigh, âJust stay at mine for now.â
âDon't even with the sigh iâve known you my whole life you can put the nightly hookups on hold for your best friend.âÂ
I smirk and shake my head, âYeah yeah, Iâll see ya tomorrow y/nâÂ
Y/Nâs POV:
I smile as I hang up with Chase, grabbing my luggage and pulling it along the airport. Ahh yes, crying babies, rushed parents, annoying couples and that one insanely attractive person you see for a split second, I love the airport.Â
Glancing at my ticket I realize I might have to hurry to make it to the gate, speed walking I see a text from chase, âHave a safe flight.â Let's hope so.Â
Time skip (to lazy to write all the details about fucking airports)
Relaxing on a 21-hour flight proved challenging, especially with a toddler nearby. It was unclear whether the toddler would be a source of annoyance or just be tolerable. The flight just started. So to entertain myself I decide to do some digging about Chase's job, he brags about it all the time and the infamous Dr Gregory House. To be honest I thought Chase was gay for a little while with how much he talks about him. Still speculating.Â
The plane lifts off and I start my look, at first just looking up Gregory House, a surprising amount of things show up. An article titled, âGregory House, Talented Doctor? Or a lying Narcissist?â Oh well that's a good first impression. Â Â
Scrolling down I see another article, âThe world's greatest doctor, and his deepest secretsâÂ
Now that's enticing. I click on it only to find out his deepest secrets, including using 3 in one shampoo and how his leg got hurt. I guess people hardly know anything about him. I click on the photos of him, there's only a couple, most of them blurry but to be honest he's pretty good looking from the photos I can see. Iâd honestly be gay for him if I was Chase.Â
The toddler next to me starts giggling, I glance at her and notice her staring at a picture of House. She's kicking her feet too. That's so relatable.Â
For the rest of the flight I find some stuff about this guy named Taub, who somehow also figured out that he cheated on his wife which is why he had to quit. How did I find that out? I took a coding class in 8th grade. (I got lucky)Â
Lisa Cuddy the Dean of Medicine, unfortunately only good stuff about her, boring.Â
Remy Hadley, oddly, can't find anything on her.Â
Eric Foreman, his brothers in jail, fun.Â
And the others are just as boring. For the remainder of the flight, the toddler proved surprisingly chill. I passed the time by binge-watching random movies I had downloaded earlier
*Another time skip to plane landing*Â
Finally, 21 hours on a fucking plane is horrible.Â
I check my phone after I take it off airplane mode, seeing a text from chase a couple minutes ago.Â
âIâm at the airport, is your flight done?â
âYep, wya.â
âIâm parked in the front.â
âThat's specificâÂ
âThere's no other front dumbassâ
I roll my eyes at his text, and get off the plane as soon as I can. I walk out and see Chase standing outside his car waiting for me. His eyes light up as he spots me, and a grin spreads across his face. Unable to resist, I rush forward and envelop him in a bear hug.
âMan youâre a lot uglier in personâÂ
I say jokingly, smirking.
âOh shut upâ Â
We climbed into his car, and he drove us back to his apartment. When we arrive he helps get my crap into the house, before he gets a call saying he had to head to work.Â
Eventually a week or two passes, I've gotten more comfortable in his apartment, applied for a bunch of jobs, and looked for places to stay so Iâm not invading his âmanâ space anymore. Unfortunately there aren't a lot of options, and no jobs have replied to my applications, which is weird since im overqualified, it's almost like they arenât even getting my applications in the first place.Â
Iâm doing the dishes when I get a text from Chase.
âHey, I left my wallet on the counter, so I donât have money for food, could ya bring it for me?âÂ
âNahâ
âSee you soonâ
I breathe out a laugh and grab his wallet, putting a coat on then driving to the hospital.Â
When I get there I walk in, looking around before I call Chase, âWhere do I go this place is hugeâ I can hear talking in the background, actually more like arguing. âUhm just wait at the entrance iâll be right there.â He says in a whisper.
He hangs up so I just stand there awkwardly waiting, that was a weird ass phone call. To be fair Chase is a weird ass guy with weird ass coworkers so what do I expect at this point.Â
Before I see Chase I see Dr Gregory House, limping quickly towards me. And damn heâs even hotter in person than the pictures I saw of him.Â
âHey, no time to explain, you need to come with me.â He grabs my arm dragging me into the elevator. Before it closes I see Chase come out of the stairway, he sprints towards the elevator but it closes. I hear him trying to say something, but it's muffled and I canât understand it. Wait why the fuck did I even follow House?Â
âYou're real compliant, youâd make a great hooker.âÂ
I turn around and side eye him.
âThanks, so would you.â I say giving a fake smile.Â
âSpeaking of compliant, why did you drag me away from Chase? What's going on?ââ
âI made a bet with Chase.â
âThat's really specific and helpful thanksâÂ
âOh yeah no problemâÂ
Sarcastic asshole.Â
âIf you donât tell me, I'll stop following you and go with Chase.âÂ
He rolls his eyes.
âFine, Mom! The bet is that I can convince you to work as my assistant here.â
âReally? That's it? I need a job. Why would Chase even bet against that?âÂ
âHe thinks youâll fall in love with me so he doesnât want that to happen, in his words, âShe has a thing for homeless looking, narcissistic assholes with beards.â So heâs trying to prevent it, and heâs sure he can.â Â
Damn- I feel so called out. I stay silent before nodding.
âWell to be honest he isnât wrong.âÂ
I see House smirk before we get out of the elevator, he hobbles and leads me to his office, locking the door then having me sit down.Â
As I sit down in front of his desk, he grabs a ball and starts throwing it against the wall, while sitting down.Â
âSo are you gonna interview me or something?âÂ
âYeah, Iâm just waiting for Chase to get back up here so he can watch me interview you.âÂ
He really is an assholeâŚit's kinda hot though.Â
âFair enough.âÂ
We wait a bit before Chase comes jogging up to the door, out of breath, heâs clearly been running plenty. He starts banging on the glass door that House previously locked.
âHouse!! Y/N! Let me in! This isnât fair!â He exclaims, House is grinning when he leans over his desk, crossing his arms.
âOkay! Letâs start this interview now.âÂ
âY/n! You traitor!âÂ
Did I abandon my childhood best friend for some disabled doctor? No, I did it for the job. At least that's what I'm telling myself.  Â
Turning my attention back to House instead of the Australian cry baby outside the door, he asks me, âFirst question, do you want the job of being my assistant?âÂ
âObviouslyâ
âGreat! You have the job!âÂ
I mean, easy enough. I smile and shake my head. This hospital really has some unique people.Â
House shakes my hand, grinning as Chase is sitting on the floor defeated outside.Â
As the days turned into weeks at Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, I got to know everyone. Cuddy had to actually approve of me working as Houseâs assistant first, but once she saw aâŚnormal enough individual, she welcomed me into the environment.
Getting to know House better, I found myself drawn to him in ways I hadnât really expected. The bet between House and Chase, Chase thinking I would fall for House, I took it as a joke, until that joke turned more into reality.Â
Despite House being a narcissistic piece of shit, there were small moments that I saw, or shared with him that made me fall for him. Ones where he seemed happy, or just easy to be around. At work he's serious but when Wilson dragged him out to bars, or other social environments, he could actually be fun. And though him being a dick is undeniably attractive sometimes, when he wasâŚâhimselfâ that's how I began to fall for him. Â
One day, after an especially tough day for the team, and being forced to go break into houses and get coffee and food, I found myself alone with House in his office. The rest of the team had left, leaving us in a rare moment alone with each other. As I glanced up from the medical chart of the most recent patient, I caught Houseâs gaze lingering on me, his blue eyes intense and unreadable.Â
âSomething on your mind, House?â I asked, attempting to break the awkward silence between us.Â
He smirked, leaning back in his chair with a casual ease, âOh just wondering why a catch like yourself doesnât have a boyfriend, or husband?â He responds, his tone laced with flirtatiousness.
I couldnât help but chuckle at his response, a faint blush on my cheeks. House and I had gained an uncanny camaraderie, made from me running around doing everyone's paperwork, being the designated âyou get to tell patients they are dying!!â person. And as youâd expect people didnât respect me a lot, but if someone was blatantly mean to me, House would step in and destroy their self esteem in a second and walk away like it meant nothing. That's another thing that I think made me fall for him.Â
âBelieve me, Iâve been asking myself that a lot too.â I smile, placing the medical chart on his desk.Â
âDo you want a boyfriend? Or girlfriend, or a pet or something.â He quips, his eyes looking like they are reading me, studying my every movement and reaction to what heâs saying, it's flattering and uncomfortable at the same time.Â
âA boyfriend would be nice.â I say reassuringly, a laugh escaping me as I shake my head in amusement.
âAlright let's say *hypothetically* I asked you out. *hypothetically* what would your response be?âÂ
Raising an eyebrow I ask, âAre you trying to go on a date with me?â
âI said hypothetically, now answer the question.âÂ
A smirk plays on my lips as I roll my eyes in a mock annoyance.Â
âWell.â I say, âHypothetically, I would say yes.âÂ
âGreat, meet me for dinner at (some random fancy place idk u make up a name i'm too lazy to), wear something cute.âÂ
 With that, he sauntered out of the office, leaving me to think about what just happened. Glancing at the clock, I realized I had just enough time to get ready for our âhypothetical date.âÂ
The anticipation bubbled within me, standing outside (IDK A RESTAURANT NAME IT), waiting for House to arrive. My heart raced with nervous excitement, unsure what to expect from aâŚuniqueâŚguy like House. I had used all the time I had to work on my outfit, settling for a simple dress (or suit, or just anything you're comfy in :) ).Â
As I scanned the busy street, searching for any sign of House, I heard the obnoxiously loud sound of a motorcycle approaching. House rode in, parking his bike before getting off and walking (limping) towards me. My breath caught in my throat as I saw him, he looked impossibly handsome, in a tailored suit that made his rugged charm come out, good god he looked fine.Â
âY/n,â he greeted with a warm smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners in genuine affection. âThat outfit makes your ass look nice.âÂ
I scoff playfully, hitting his arm. âSo much for acting like a gentleman, at least you look like one.âÂ
He chuckled, offering me his arm in a more gentlemanly gesture. âYeah yeah, shall we?âÂ
With a nod, I looped my arm through his, savoring the warmth of his touch as we mad our way into the restaurant. The ambiance was elegant and inviting, with a soft candlelight casting a warm glow over the decor.Â
As we were seated at a table in a quiet corner of the restaurant, I couldnât help but feel a flutter of excitement in my chest. Iâm finally going out with House, damn Chase was totally right.Â
Throughout the evening, our conversation flowed surprisingly easily between us. I had half expected him to be rude or stuck up, but he seemed actually interested in me, in my life. He was asking questions, laughing and joking with me. Sharing stories of his own, and treating me like an actual human. Honestly it was scaring me a bit, but it was making me fall harder for him.Â
House raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. âSo, tell my Y/N. Whatâs the most embarrassing thing that's happened to you?âÂ
I laughed, shaking my head as I thought about the memory. âWell, there was this one time in college-âÂ
âLet me guess,â House interrupted, a smirk playing on his lips. âIt involved copious amounts of alcohol and very questionable decisions?âÂ
I chuckle and nod in agreement. âYou could say that. Long story short, I ended up streaking through the campus fountain at three in the morning. I'm pretty sure Chase might still have a video of it still.â
House raises an eyebrow, an amused laugh coming from him. âI wish I could say I was surprised, oh and also. I am finding that video.â He states, with a determined and mischievous grin.Â
The dinner continues and our connection just seems to get stronger, fueled by shared laughter, stories of shit Wilson and him did in college, things Chase and I did in highschool. With each passing moment, I found myself more and more under Houseâs spell, captivated by the complexity of himself, his character. His gaze, laughter, even his personality. Maybe it was the wine or something, but House was being nice, he had charisma, and was being attractive in general. Â
I donât even realize that weâve spent almost three hours in the restaurant just talking. I check my phone seeing that it's 9:30 already. We had got and paid the check awhile ago, but had stayed to talk longer. The restaurant closes at 10, and I felt a sudden pang of disappointment that our date was close to being over with. I didnât want it to end, I was savoring this moment I was having, this seemingly perfect night.Â
When the waiter arrived to take our dessert order, I couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment that the evening was drawing to a close. I wasn't ready for it to endâI wanted to savor every moment, to prolong the magic of our time together for as long as possible.
House notices my look of disappointment, âIâm aware how amazing I am, but if its up to me, this wonât be our last date.âÂ
A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth, my cheeks heating up as I blush. The butterflies in my stomach going absolutely insane.Â
So with a quick glance around the restaurant, I rose from my seat, House grabbed my hand as he led me towards the exit.Â
Stepping out into the cool night air, I felt a sense of happiness coursing through me. This was it, the beginning of a new relationship, a surprisingly healthy one so far.Â
As Houseâs hand tightened around mine, his touch sent sparks of electricity coursing through my veins. I knew now that maybe Chase knows me better than I know myself, in all fairness he predicted this, but right now I wasnât afraid to admit this, to admit the undeniable attraction that I had towards Dr Gregory House.Â
His touch leaves mine, his hand pulling as we stand in front of the restaurant, close to each other, staring in each other's eyes. I glance at his lips before leaning in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, not sure if he expected it, but I pull back.
âGoodnight House. Iâll see you tomorrow.â And with that I walk away, to my car. When I get in my car, I look in the mirror, seeing House standing there with a lovestruck grin, one a child would have over some school crush. But it was cute, he was cute. And this was just the beginning of an annoyingly predicated relationship with a Vicodin addicted, asshole, who I suspect has a soft spot for me.
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race for your heart | mv1
summary: youâre not meant to be there, but you canât stay away, especially not from the racer who canât stop winning.
pairing: illegal street racer!max x fem!reader
an: might be my fave thing iâve ever written. thinking of making this a mini series, thoughts? iâm also not an illegal street racer and have never seen one so might not be accurate x
word count: 3.7k
warnings: illegal, police chase, speeding, mentions of drugs and dodgy men
feedback appreciated and requests open!!
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You'd been here a few times before, not regularly, never more than twice a month, but enough times to know how everything goes. You weren't meant to be here the first time, you found it by a complete accident but you were grateful now. It filled you with both excitement and dread to be here. It was illegal and wrong, nevermind the fact someone could die.
The place was crawling with creeps and criminals everywhere, one wrong move or one wrong sentence could get you on the wrong side of some dangerous people, but you lived for the thrill. The danger of the drive, and watching the drivers do it. In brand new sports cars you could only dream of affording. You didn't really know much about the drivers, except one.
Max.
He caught your eye instantly when you'd first shown. He was stood there, head to toe in black, his arm placed carefully on his car, showing off all the right bits. He was the reason you kept coming back. He was fast, quicker than all the other drivers, and everyone knew it. He was the one people wanted to challenge, to beat, but they never seemed to.
You'd seen the bets. The money people were giving to the winner after every race. More money than you knew what to do with. You craved it, the luxury and the lifestyle, but it seemed impossible. You weren't a fast driver, and you weren't a criminal by any means yet you still found yourself drawn here every time. And drawn to the driver everyone deemed untouchable.
He was the same today: a winner. You never expected any different, no one did. All the prizes were handed to him on a gold platter. Crowds cheered for him, men patting him on the back as he got out of his car to grab a beer. He met your eye again as he sat at the bar. He was left alone now, the crowds already moving on to the next big thing to talk about. He didn't look away, and for the second time, he found himself walking over to you.
"What's a pretty girl like you doing here alone, again?" He grumbled, taking a sip of his beer. He changed his clothes after the race, now dressed in a white button-down and jeans.
He was weary of you the first time you met. You looked lost, you were, and you were not the kind of person to be here. You looked too pure and good to be surrounded by lousy criminals with more money than they knew what to do with. He wondered if you were with the police, trying to scope out the area and shut it down, but he learned quickly he was wrong.
You explained you were lost and he blindly believed you. He was worried once you figured out what you were doing that you would go to the police but he made you promise you wouldn't, and after he watched how your knees went weak after he called you a "good girl," he knew you wouldn't.
He saw you the next few times you went, looking less and less lost every time, but he never caught your eye long enough to feel confident in walking over. "Can you imagine that?" He thought to himself, "I'm treated as though I'm a fucking god around here and I still can't talk to a girl." He beat himself down over it, watching you interact with people he never wanted you to talk to, in fear they'd ruin the pure image he'd created of you in his head. So he watched from afar, giving creeps the eye long enough to scare them off. Of course, you didn't know it was him sending these men away, but sometimes you were grateful and other times you weren't. He felt bad for a moment before not caring again. "It's to keep her safe," he promised to himself every time.
You didn't reply to him immediately, instead drinking in his appearance: the way his face looked under the moonlight, the way his jaw locked when you didn't reply, and the way his shirt stretched over his muscles perfectly, letting you see everything.
"So?" he replied, smirking, watching you look him up and down more times than he could count, "are you going to answer me?"
You're eyes flew to his face again, watching as he became more confident the longer he saw you looking.
"What did you ask?" you mumbled, holding eye contact.
"I said: "What's a pretty girl like you doing here alone, again?" Think you can answer that?" he challenged, taking a step closer. He saw what he did to other girls, how he made them crumble, but nothing compared to you, and how he loved watching his effect on you.
"I- well, I just came for a beer?" you answered, sounding more unconfident the more you went on. You knew why you were here: because you liked it, but you didn't want to. It was criminal yet here you were, enjoying the thrill and the danger. And watching Max, racing or not.
"And the last time? And the time before that? You don't seem like the type of girl to go out drinking alone, especially to the type of place so dirty and illegal." He asked, teasing, stepping closer once again. His voice was growing louder even as he got closer until he was touching you and leaning down to whisper in your ear, "I think you like it, don't you?"
Your body shuddered at the closeness, your hand flying straight to his arm to keep balance. Instead, you made it worse for yourself, grabbing straight onto his muscles, and turning your face the slightest shade of red. You hoped Max wouldn't be able to see - you were too close and there wasn't much light, but you were very wrong. Crowds moved everywhere around you, but all of Max's focus was on you. It was impossible for him not to notice, he was trying to pick up on every detail that he could about you.
His head lifted back up so you could see him fully like he could see you. Your faces were barely apart, a few centimetres at best, but it still messed with your head, a million thoughts flying everywhere at once until there were none. None other than Max and what his lips would feel like pressed against yours.
You let out the slightest nod as a response to his question. You didn't want to admit you liked it but with Max so close to you it was the only reaction you could even fathom of giving. He was messing with your head and he hasn't even done anything yet.
"Are you going to answer me like a good girl or just stand there?" he says, with the cockiest attitude you'd ever seen. He knew what he did to you, and what else those two little words would do, and he loved it.
Before you got the chance to reply, you felt pressure on your back and you were pushed into Max. He grabbed you and kept you upright, but he couldn't miss the sudden uproar of the crowd and the fact they were all running in the same direction.
He gave you a once over to make sure you were alright before looking forward to try to see what was happening. People were screaming and running and he couldn't tell why. His arms wrapped around you in a protective manner, pulling you closer in an attempt to keep you safe.
So many people were shouting at him and he couldn't make out what anyone was saying. He was trying to figure it out but it seemed impossible. You were almost pushed again but the person managed to stop themselves. Max didn't care, he was almost starting to shout at them for their recklessness until he finally found out what was happening.
"Police! Run!" the man screamed at him before carrying on running himself. It was like his fight or flight mode kicked in and he wasn't going to get caught.
"My car," he said as he realised an escape plane, telling you at the same time. He found your hand and took off running, dragging you with him. He led you both to the side of the crowd so that you wouldn't get lost and led you quickly to his car.
Police were everywhere, especially near the cars. They were parked on the road but out of the way of the runners. Many of them were unregistered or stolen, and others held bags upon bags of drugs. Police were stood by his car, trying to look inside the windows for anything immediately suspicious. They were covering the drivers side and he knew he would have to be fast.
"When I jump across to the drivers side, get into the passenger seat and shut the door," he called back to you. You processed the information, barely, and nodded, but Max was already focused on using his free hand to find his keys.
He got them, twisting them around, and unlocking the car just as he was about to reach it. The police were looking in the backseat, but were too slow to process the flashing orange lights and the doors at the opposite side opening.
Max leaped in and switched sides like a machine, doing it with so much ease it seemed impossible. He grabbed the driver's side door, holding it close as officers tried to open it.
"Get in," he screamed, watching as you paused for a moment. You made eye contact with an officer whilst quickly overthinking your whole life up until this moment. How did this happen?
You couldn't think much longer and you got inside, shutting the door shut with a slam. You let out a sigh of relief much too quickly as your breath hitched with the speed the car had just started.
Max locked the doors and took off in a flash. The car sped up in an instant, going to speeds you never dreamed of. Max was absorbed into the roads, dodging people and officers as he tried to escape.
Your hand gripped the seats until your knuckles were white; this was not a situation you ever wanted to be in. Max noticed, taking his eyes off of the road every few seconds to double-check you were okay.
"I do this every day and I've never got hurt," his eyes flicked back to your face after trying to reassure you, which was obviously failing.
"You won't get into trouble with the police either." he tried again. After looking at you again, he realised how badly he was failing. He didn't know what to do. He was fine in situations like these and had never had to comfort anyone. Every solution was running through his mind, not only to get out of here safe and alive but to make sure you knew that.
"Hold my hand," he ordered softly, holding out his hand for you to grab.
"Don't you need to focus on driving?" you questioned, worried. He laughed and lifted his other hand off of the wheel too. When he saw your face he immediately put it back on but kept the other outstretched for you to grab.
You looked at it for a second before grabbing it, interlacing your fingers together, and bringing your hands to rest on top of your thighs. His thumb immediately started traveling back and forth along the back of your hand as you decided to focus on that rather than the road in front of you.
"I promise you I will keep you safe. Nothing bad will happen," he spoke gently. He smiled at you, not that you were looking, but he thought that it might lift the mood anyway. "Trust me," he added, in the softest tone he thought he'd ever spoken with. He shook his head - he was going soft for a girl he's only ever spoken to twice.
You nodded gently, genuinely trusting him for a moment. That all faded when you started hearing sirens in the distance, getting closer and closer.
Max looked through the wing mirrors before speeding up the car even more. You subconsciously squeezed his hand more, gripping it like a vice.
"Okay, pretty girl, I'm going to need my hand back but it's only to keep you safe. I promise I'm going to keep you safe." You didn't believe him but you tried anyway.
You let go of his hand reluctantly, going back to squeezing the seats. You let out a shaky breath and tried to see what was going on behind you. You were on a motorway, going much higher than the speed limit. You could see three police cars in your view, all trying to catch you up.
Max hit the pedal again, speeding up impossibly faster. His eyes were on the road, occasionally on the police behind him and occasionally on you. If he had it his way, they'd be always on you, but he promised to keep you safe and was doing his damn best to keep it.
"We're going faster than their cars can physically go. We'll lose them in no time." He did another once over of you, taking in how petrified you looked once again. "Sitting so tense is going to make you more tense. I don't want you to worry yourself sick."
"Sorry," you mumbled, taking a quick look in the mirrors to see the police much further in the distance than you thought they would be.
"Don't apologise, pretty girl." he spoke, moving the car to the first lane.
He went round a sharp turn, almost heading onto a junction exit but only just missing it. He sped up again, heading around the next corner with flying speed.
"The police will think we just turned off, we'll turn off at the next one." You just nodded, going along with everything. You barely knew the man yet you were on a literal police chase with him.
He slowed the car down to a normal speed, placing his hand back into yours, "see, we're okay."
"We're okay," you repeated, trying to reassure yourself. His thumb was back to tracing lines on the back of your hand and it was helping you more than you'd like to admit.
It wasn't long until you turned off, traveling at a normal speed down some city suburb roads. You headed into an area you'd never seen, full of some of the biggest houses you imagined the city had to offer. You didn't even know where you were going yet you trusted Max blindly.
He parked in front of a huge residence, with all sorts of fancy cars parked in front. You imagined multiple massive families could live there with tonnes of spare space due to the sheer size of the front alone. It was truly extraordinanry.
"Where are we?" You questioned. Max had turned off the car and leaned back in his seat. His hand never left yours, and his thumb never stopped brushing back and forth.
"My home," he spoke, watching your face convey more emotions than he thought was possible. Your mind was racing a mile a minute: what did he want from you? was he kidnapping you? did he want something in return for saving you? You didn't like the thought of what was happening at all but Max read you easily.
"I can drive you back home if you'd prefer. Or take you somewhere, get you a hotel, anything," he spoke sincerely. He fully believed anything you'd want him to do, he would do for you, and he would go to the ends of the world to do it.
"I don't think I can be alone right now." You said, training your eyes onto yours and Max's hand.
"I can take you to a friend's? I can stay with you? I can take you somewhere crowded? Whatever you want me to do, I will do." He said, promising himself he would do whatever you wanted.
It was stupid - so stupid - the way Max had made you feel safe and the fact you wanted to stay by him. Not one thing led to the conclusion that he was a good man yet you still wanted to stay.
"My house is probably over an hour away." You knew Max could drive fast, you knew he could get you there much quicker but you didn't want to leave him. You looked out the window, at his house.
Max saw the way you looked at it, longingly yet worriedly. He didn't want to push you to make a decision, he wanted you to say it himself. He gave you hand a few reassuring squeezes, urging you to say what you felt.
"I want to stay with you," you whispered. You still stared at his house in horror and amusement. Max could see you in the reflection and could feel the worry radiating off you - he wanted nothing more than to make you feel safe.
"Let's go to a hotel." he said, your head immediately flicking back to look at his, "We can get different rooms if you'd like, but if you'd feel more comfortable there, we can go. It's no problem at all."
"Yes please," you nodded, grateful for Max's thinking. The more he was talking, the more comfortable and safe you felt around him. Past you would probably be calling yourself stupid in every way you knew how, but you felt like it'd be okay this time.
He drove off carefully, sticking to all the speed limits, something he rarely did when he was alone. He took you to a nearby hotel, only a ten-minute drive away. It was a lovely-looking hotel, something you'd never check yourself into though when you could just get the classic cheap ones that always worked fine.
"You okay?" Max asked carefully as you peered outside.
"This looks expensive, Max."
God, he loved when you said his name. You hadn't said it a lot but he felt like he could get addicted every time.
He chuckled in amusement, "I've got more money than I could use if I tried, it's on me."
You nodded and opened the car door, unfortunately dropping Max's hand in the process. Not for long though, as Max whipped around the side of the car to grab it again after muttering a small, "let me open it for you next time," to you.
He ordered two separate rooms but made sure they were next to each other and handed you both keys to your room and the spare keys to his, making you promise to let yourself in of you needed anything.
You felt yourself drawn to him, becoming disappointed as he left you to your own room, longing for more. You led in bed, in the same clothes you'd been wearing all day, wanting nothing more than to just be with him again.
You also couldn't stop thinking about the night that passed and how it could've ended much differently. You were reckless and a complete disaster of a person but you didn't think you would change it if you could.
So you left. You got all your belongings and you knocked on Max's room. He opened the door rather quickly, with a sudden look of confusion on his face when he realised it was you.
His hair was messy and stuck up in every direction but he still looked flawless. He had no shirt or pants on, just boxers, and you couldn't help but admire his whole body.
"Are you okay? Just let yourself in next time. What happened?" he asked frantically, worry laced all over his voice.
"Can I stay with you?" You asked nervously, refusing to look at his face.
"Of course, pretty girl," he replied with no hesitation, he would do anything to have you nearby. He stepped aside and welcomed you in, taking everything out of your hands and placing it on a table.
"You take the bed. I can either join you, take the sofa out here or take the chair in the bed room. And here," he said, picking up the shirt he'd changed into after racing, "take this, you can't be comfortable sleeping in that."
You took the shirt with a "thank you," and got changed in the bedroom. The shirt was long enough that you couldn't see anything if you tried, and it was incredibly comfy.
You poked your head out of the bedroom to see Max half asleep with his head in his hands. You gently called his name, his head jolting suddenly towards you.
"Will you stay with me?" you asked, a lot more confidently than before, but still a little shaky.
Max got up with a nod and headed inside the bedroom. He watched you get comfortable in bed and snuggled into the side you hadn't chosen.
You immediately moved towards him, throwing a leg over his, and your head on top of his chest. His arms moved instinctively around you, pulling you impossibly closer. He was so tired but wasn't going to waste an opportunity of staring at you a little longer.
"Sorry the night didn't turn out how you planned," he mumbled, wanting so badly to kiss your forehead but didn't want to overstep boundaries, "and sorry for scaring you."
"It's okay Max," you whispered, turning your head to kiss his chest ever so delicately. He decided to kiss your head in retaliation, smiling all the way through it.
"Tell me if you want to go again and I'll be there," he chuckled against your head, "goodnight, pretty girl."
"Goodnight, Max."
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Oh my goshhhh speaking of Azul did u see that its confirmed he knows how to play piano in the new event??? Imagine creepy piano teacher Azul vibes *screams into the void*
I saw!!!! Itâs one of my favorite tako facts. His aura increased tenfold the moment I learned he can play piano. <3 aaaa but creepy piano teacher AzulâŚâŚ. my first thought was that teacher from Little Nightmares 2 because she plays piano at one point in the game when youâre trying to sneak around her. Thatâs a different kind of horror, but I digress hehe.
Creepy piano teacher Azul who sits beside you on the seat and shows you proper hand placement, telling you to stretch your fingers to reach the keys for the chords. Gently correcting your placement, his hands ghosting over yours to move them into place. Mr. Ashengrotto who is suddenly sitting much closer than he was before, practically shoulder to shoulder with you, and you can smell his expensive cologne. He always gives you a challenge with every lesson. New sheet music to learn and practice, each one more complex than the last. He knows you can do it (just as heâs certain he knows you can take all of him).
He invites you to dinner when you do well in your recital, congratulating you on a job well done (not that he ever doubted you). You thought heâd invite the rest of his students as well, so itâs a littleâŚodd that itâs just you and him. But youâre grateful heâs taught you so much. Without him, you wouldnât have had such a successful recital! Mr. Ashengrotto got you that bouquet only to congratulate you. No other reason, you assure yourself.
But then he orders a bottle of some fancy, expensive wine for the two of you to share and tells you to get whatever youâd like because heâs paying. In fact, this restaurant is far more luxurious than what youâre used to. You wouldâve been content with fast food. ^^;; actually, youâd prefer that over this. This feels too intimate. Too private. So is the conversation he strikes with you. Things about your personal life. None of it is related to academics or music.
You donât want to disappoint your teacher, though!! >_< so you drink and eat and drink and eat and drink some more, drunkenly going on about how youâve never had a boyfriend and youâve never had sex and you think itâs so silly because isnât everyone supposed to have had sex once theyâre in college???? Mr. Ashengrotto just smiles and listens to your ramblings; his cold, calculating blue eyes are bright under crystalline light.
By the end of it all, youâre leaning on him, stupidly drunk, completely out of it, so warm and full of giggles. He canât just send you on your way in this state. No, no. Thatâs much too unsafe. Youâre better off staying with him for now. Youâve never been inside his house before. Itâs so pleasant. Everything is neat and tidy. Oh, heâs helping you out of your shoes and coat. What a gentleman. Oh, he wants you out of everything? You think thatâs weird, but itâs a distant, dizzy thought that disperses once youâre in nothing but your undergarments, pressed against the wall, your teacherâs leg slotted between your thighs, his mouth at your neck.
Youâve never been inside Mr. Ashengrottoâs bedroom before, laid bare on his bed. Youâre not sure about this. You tell him youâre a virgin. That youâre nervous. You donât know if you can do this.
Mr. Ashengrotto smiles, working you open with slick fingers. If you can wow an entire auditorium full of people, earn all of their praise and thunderous applause, then you can most certainly do this. If it soothes your nerves, just pay attention to him. Youâre in good hands. See? Would he ever hurt you? Lookâwatch how tenderly he handles you, how he makes sure to go slowly, how sweet his kisses are. Open your mouth more, he says. Let him taste you.
Just like your lessons he teaches you what to do and somehow you do it.
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The whole point of Scott Pilgrim is that at the beginning of Scott Pilgrim vs The World heâs like a big freeloading manchild who strings along a teenage girl because he doesnât have the emotional intelligence to have a real relationship or end one properly and ends up devastating her and causing her serious emotional harm because heâs a deeply selfish individual who takes advantage of his friends and anyone who will let him because heâs an avoidant and whiny loser who hasnât grown up or learned to how to be decent person.
Throughout the comic series he faces various conflicts and challenges that force him to grow as a person and deal with the consequences of his actions and this makes him have to learn that he is technically a pretty shitty person who has done a lot of really shitty things to people, and as such it kinda makes him grow up and become a better person. He makes amends and is still not *great* but he like⌠has to get a job, has to realize his behaviour hurts people and has to take responsibility.
The new cartoon makes him face a version of that person who didnât take those lessons as deeply to heart as he should have and just decided to blame everyone else and run away and lash out and it makes him realize what a deeply unpleasant and unlikeable person he is to be around hopefully helping him to grow too.
Scott is not supposed to be a good person at the beginning of his character arc. Heâs pretty reprehensible. Honestly most of the characters in the series donât like him save for the teenager who is too young to know better and the girl who has just met him and isnât all that great herself. Because as the new series shows, Ramona has her own issues to work through. She treated her âleague of evil exesâ like trash and dumped them for some pretty shit reasons.
Part of the reason Ramona and Scott end up working out is that neither of them were particularly great people. Sheâs flaky and judgemental and hurts people, sheâs bad at communication and she plays people against each other if it works out for her sometimes. She doesnât like it when relationships get hard, and thatâs how she can have 7 exes with such hard feelings they formed a league over it.
But judging people at the beginning of their character arc isnât really fair because like. You donât take your final exam on the first day of class. They do manage to learn and grow and get better at stuff. They make amends and learn and become better people over time. And thatâs part of the human experience.
And thatâs something I really like about the new anime because on top of everything all the characters get that chance, I love seeing the Evil Exes getting a chance to grow and get closure and development. Matthew Patelâs character development is maybe my favourite thing to watch. Look at him become a Beautiful Theatre Kid Butterfly. I love him.
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