#its the sports bra and short shorts combo for me

[rins-batcave]

nothing quite like sitting in a sports bra and short shorts while violently sobbing and yanking out hair

[princess-of-the-corner]

Went on a wiki dive on Yaoyorozu while reading a Smash chapter where she had to live with Ochako for a week (as you do) and apparently she canonically wanted barely any clothing for her costume originally but the companies UA has for this stuff had a minimum clothing requirement. (which kinda makes me wonder how Hagakure happened)

Hagakure got a pass because you can't see anything

But also yeah it's.

It's one of those kinda 'within-canon the character chose that look but from a meta sense it's the creator who chose it for her' type of things.

But also yeah I need to- I need to go into this a bit in Chaos Children because I am low-key keeping that?

Momo is perfectly fine going tits-out, both in general but also in practicality 'she needs as much skin showing as possible to utilize her Quirk to its full potential, and any kind of clothing may get ripped if it's too covering'. but regulations for Hero Costumes and /especially/ UA's rules require at least minimal covering. I plan to redesgin her current costume to a more sports bra/shorts combo, but she could get away with Canon's deep-V swimsuit once she's 18+(though whether or not she'll do that is up in the air).

Hagakure is also on the list for a redesign because like. It's canon they can make clothing out of hair to work with Quirks lmao. So yeah we're doing that.

[reidyoulikeabook]

hi i saw that your requests are open for the night for that list and i feel like 15&35 with spencer might be all i need to survive

anyways i’m on anon bc i’m scared you’ll hate this request but just know your writing is my favorite i would read your grocery lists at this point

excuse me i love this request please do not disparage yourself ever again <3 that’s the loveliest thing anybody has ever said to me and i will now think of you and this compliment whenever i write a grocery list

Ship: GN! (wears a bra, no mention of gender other than this) Reader x Spencer Reid

Warnings: Mentions of canon-typical case things, pining, mild thievery.

Word count: 2.4k

Prompts: #15 - "You’ve just won one free pass to my bedroom.”

#35 - “Well fuck, didn’t expect to be announcing my undying love for you this early in the morning.”

A/N: This got so ungodly long I’m so sorry I don’t even know if I can call this a blurb at this point it’s a full fic but I loved this idea so much and it ran away from me.

PLEASE let me know what you think because I bashed this out in the span of an hour and I’m not sure if I love or hate it.

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Rossi’s spitballing theories behind you. Your head lolls on the desk, feeling far too heavy to attempt lifting up at this time of night. The case was hard, you were sleeping in shifts, and somehow you, Rossi, and Reid had drawn the short straw. Your eyes are blearing a little too much to make out the exact time on the clock, it’s on the opposite side of the room and your eyes burn when you squint to look at the time; you’re fairly certain you’re somewhere on the wrong side of 3am.

23 hours awake.

Sighing, you push yourself up, looking around and only now noting that Spencer isn’t in the room. He must have made his exit while you were flicking through the files making notes, it was often easier to do that with your headphones in.

Thankfully, you'd set up shop in a conference room at the hotel, given the local PD was tiny and barely equipped to handle its own officers.

��What about the meat packing district?” Rossi muses.

It’s a rhetorical question but one you actually have an answer to, “I don’t think so. The busiest part of the city is between the meat packing district and where he’s dumping the bodies. Cops do random stop-and-searches sometimes, I don’t know if he’d risk it.”

“He could drive around.”

You frown, thinking, “He’d be crossing state lines. Hey, wait,” You stand up from your chair, walking to the board and starting drawing circles that illustrate your point, “Spencer thought there must be a pattern, right? But it died off here and we didn’t know about any more victims. If we expanded the search to outside of state lines it might connect here, here, and here,” You circle each here with a point, tapping the pen against the board triumphantly.

Rossi smiles, “Good thinking kid. I’ll call Garcia.”

Exhausted from your breakthrough, you flop back down into the chair. The clothes you’ve been wearing are icky, uncomfortable with sweat and flying and you’re strongly regretting your choice in underwear now too.

You hear the door swing open, looking up to see Spencer entering the room. Holding your go-bag. The one you’d left on the jet this morning. The jet that was a two hour drive from your current location.

“Where did you? When did you?” Your incoherency is related to both your tiredness, and his thoughtfulness.

He smiles, “It took some calling around but I found a cab driver willing to go and pick it up. It just got here.”

“Spencer I-,” You start, scrambling to your feet to accept the bag he’s offering to you, “Thank you. That’s so sweet of you. How much was the cab?”

“Don’t worry about it,” He says, handing it to you and heading over to the board, “What are these?”

Rossi - who was watching the exchange with some amusement - starts explaining the eureka moment you’d had. Spencer nods along, turning to smile at you when Rossi credits the thought to you. It’s something he does a lot, Rossi’s noticed. Not in a condescending way, Spencer knows more than anyone just how capable you are at your job. It’s as if he needs to channel his love for you somewhere, and chooses pride. It’s the easiest one to explain, after all, because who isn’t happy for their colleague making breakthroughs?

That’s how Spencer justifies it anyhow.

You leave the room, heading to the bathroom to change. You’re incredibly grateful to slip out of your dirty clothes and the bra that’s cutting into you, so much so that you decide to pop on a t-shirt under your blazer. The sports bra and t-shirt combo revitalises you more than you thought possible for this hour.

Digging through, you find an item that you didn’t pack. A pair of brown fluffy slippers. Attached to them, a note, ‘I thought the heels on your boots looked uncomfortable, and I didn’t want your feet to hurt. - Spencer.

He signed the note. Something about that, alongside the gift itself, sends a flush of warmth through you.

He gave you his slippers

So?

Is that something friends do?

Wracking your brain, you try to think up if he’d do this for anyone else. Hotch? The thought makes you laugh. Emily? Maybe, actually. If she didn’t make it so hard for others to take care of her. Penelope? Almost definitely.

Your heart sinks a little, and you distract yourself by fumbling to get your work boots off and the slippers on.

It doesn’t matter it isn’t romantic, it matters that he did it.

It matters to every other person you date

He sets an impossibly high bar

Thankfully, the late hour means that there aren’t many local PD still hanging around to see your interesting choice of shoe. You slip through to the conference room, where Spencer and Rossi are huddled over the phone talking to Garcia.

Spencer does a double-take. He knew the gift he’d given you, but he hadn’t expected to see you...wearing them? You look beautiful: hair mussed from fiddling with it, an old college t-shirt under your blazer, brown fluffy slippers on your feet. The mix of professional and homely attire does something to him that he can’t quite explain, and he has to clear his throat before making his next point to Garcia.

Did he just blush?

You try not to stare at him, try not to see if that’s a tinge of red creeping up under his turtleneck.

It is.

“Thanks Garcia,” Rossi clips, hanging up the phone, “I’m going to go and find some coffee. You two,” He points, looking knowingly between you, “Just keep doing what you’re doing.”

No sooner has Rossi left the room, you both try speaking at once.

“You look-” He starts.

“Thank you so-” You start.

You both tinge with warmth.

“You go first,” He says, gnawing at his plump lower lip, finger turning oer the pen in his hand.

You laugh, a little breathless, “Well fuck, I wasn’t expecting to be announcing my undying love for you this early in the morning.”

His eyebrows quirk, is that...hope?

No. Wishful thinking

It’s probably confusion, and you’re a little embarassed, so you quickly clarify, “I mean Spencer Reid this is the kindest thing anyone has ever done for me. I’m endebted to you forever, really.”

A look washes over him: disappointment? You can’t trust your eyes to see the clock, so you feel you can’t entrust them to analyse his micro-expressions right now either. Especially when you’re biased by personal desire.

“It’s no problem,” He says, voice cracking a little, “You look...” He trails off.

“Unprofessional?” You suggest, teasing.

He shakes his head, swallowing, “You look really nice.”

It’s your turn to swallow. You drop your gaze to the pen, feeling too flustered to continue looking your colleague in the eyes at this moment in time, “Thank you. Where did you get slippers at this time of night?”

He shifts, one hand settling over the wrist of the other and fingers nervously rubbing over the back of his hand, “They were uhm. They were mine.”

“Yours?”

“Yeah,” It comes out pitchy, a squeak, “I’m sorry, that’s probably weird I just thought-”

“No, Spence,” You say, looking up at him and giving him a genuine smile, “No, it’s really sweet. I’m really lucky to have you.”

He gives his signature tiny tight-lipped smile, the one he gives when he’s feeling awkward or suppressing something he wants to say but can’t.

Please let it be the latter.

You relinquish him of the obligation of responding, instead standing to join him at the board, “You think you’ve got enough to make a geographical profile out of this?”

He nods, tapping the board with his pen, “Your idea about crossing interstate lines was really smart.”

“I have my moments.”

He wants to tell you that everything you have is a moment. You want to step closer, to cup his face in your hands, to press a kiss to the lips that you swear are pouting, begging to be kissed. You don’t.

Namely, because Rossi chooses this moment to re-enter the room, clutching three cups of coffee, “A little help here?”

From the way you spring apart, despite not even being that close, he wishes he’d taken a little longer. Damn kids and their inability to express their feelings for one another.

***

It’s 4:30am when the alarm on your phone goes off. With the work of the four of you - Garcia sporadically included when she had genius updates - you’ve managed to uncover a pattern that arches across states. You’d called Hotch, who’d commended the good work and advised that you should head to bed at 4:30. The others would get up then, and start to head out to the different potential crime scenes. Local PD was already on it.

You’d been told under no uncertain terms that you were to rest until at least 10am. Unless there was a call from Hotch. You prayed there wouldn’t be.

Rossi’s off the minute the alarm rings, bustling out the door with a “See you later kids.”

You wait behind while Spencer packs his things into his satchel. Or rather, unpacks his things from his satchel, frantically tearing it apart.

“What are you looking for?” You ask.

“My key card,” He murmurs, “I swear it was in my wallet.”

“You were rooming with Morgan, right? Want me to call him?”

“Yes please,” He says, continuing to unearth the contents of his bag onto the desk, with an increasing degree of agitation every second that goes by.

You dial Morgan’s number, and he answers after two rings, “Hey kid.”

You put the phone on loudspeaker.

“Hey. I’m with Spencer, we’re about to head up to our rooms for the night, are you still here? He can’t find his keycard.”

He lets out a breath of air through his teeth, “Sorry, I’m already on my way to one of the crime scenes. Local PD found a body over the state line. Nobody’s at the hotel but you guys and Rossi.”

Spencer outwardly sighs.

“No problem, we’ll figure something out.”

“Alright, good work kid, get some rest.”

The phone line clicks. Spencer’s brow is pinched with frustration, and your heart breaks for him. You’ve all been awake well over 24 hours, and he looks exhausted. He’s more eyebag than man at this point.

“Do you want me to go to the front desk?” You ask.

He shakes his head, “Reception doesn’t open until 6am. I’ll just wait here until then.”

He starts packing the belongings back into his bag, a resigned look on his face. And you have an idea.

“Actually,” You say, pulling the keycard out of your pocket and sliding it across the table to him, “You’ve just won one free pass to my bedroom.”

He picks the card up, squinting in confusion.

“Me and Rossi both got put in single rooms. I mean, it might not be the most comfortable thing in the world, both of us in a single bed, but it’s better than nothing right?”

He opens his mouth to object, and you shake your head.

“Spence you look like you’re about to drop unconscious on the floor and I don’t want to be responsible for yet another injureid.”

You’re so tired that the pun seems hilarious to you, and it does elicit a small laugh from him.

“Come on, it’s either share a bed with me, share a bed with Rossi, or try to sleep in one of these chairs. And I’ll be honest, I’d be kind of offended if you’d rather either of the other two options.”

“I can sleep on the floor,” He says, obviously warming up to the offer but not wanting to push his luck. You can hear the hesitancy in his voice.

“You can. But you won’t,” You tell him, settling your go-bag on your shoulder, “And might I remind you that all this time you’re spending objecting are minutes we could be spending sleeping.”

That seems to win him over. He tucks everything back into his bag, zipping it up, “After you.”

“You have the keycard,” You smile, “After you.”

***

The bed is a single bed. It prompts another round of ‘No really, I can sleep on the floor’ from Spencer, your enquiries about if it’s too much for his germaphobia or issues with touching, and his blushy embarassed reassurance that he doesn’t mind if it’s you.

He doesn’t mind if it’s you.

Not as if you’ll spend the next year mulling over those words or anything.

When you get out of the bathroom from changing, Spencer is tucked up in bed. Well, you say tucked up, but he’s practically lay right on the edge. How he’s actually physically still being supported by the mattress at this point must be his physics magic.

“I thought I said I didn’t want you getting injured,” You say, crossing the room to him.

He opens his eyes, “I didn’t want to-”

“It’s okay Spence,” You tell him, huddling down into bed.

There’s about enough room for you both to fit in, with an inch between you, so you pull gently at his arms, urging him closer.

“There’s enough room for us both without you going flying in the night,” You tell him.

He nods, obviously still a little nervous. It’s odd, lying face to face with him, illuminated only by lamplight. He looks soft. He always does, but there’s something intimate about this. You can feel his breath fan across your cheek, can feel how heat radiates off his arms.

“Do you want me to turn the lamp off?” He asks.

It’s not your staring that implores him to ask, because he’s been staring at you too. The both of you, trapped in a perfect bubble of a moment. Lamplight a spotlight, highlighting all the features of the person you love most.

“Sure,” You whisper, breath catching in your throat.

He flicks it off, settling back down.

His breath brushes against your face when he asks, “Do you want me to turn around?”

“Do you want to?”

He hesitates for a moment, voice even softer when he answers, “No.”

It’s dark. You can hardly make out his outline. Yet somehow, you both just know. Shifting, infitismally closer. Breaching the tiniest gap between you somehow feels like crossing the Grand Canyon. Your heart thumps in your chest, and you can feel it in your fingers, the fingers that trace cautiously along his jaw.

His mouth finally, finally, slotting against yours in the most gentle of kisses. A blink and you’d miss it.

And yet, in the same blink, your life changes forever.

When Rossi makes a speech at your wedding, he admits to being the thief of the missing keycard, and intentional orchestrator of the greatest love story he’s ever known. His words.

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[mackeydoodledoo]

I Only Swim Free: Chapter 5

Pairing: Bela Dimitrescu x (Fem!)Reader

Summary: You’ve done swimming all your life. You’ve gotten to your dream college on a scholarship for your outstanding freestyle technique back in high school. Relationships never crossed your mind however, that was before you met your swim team captain: Bela Dimitrescu.

Warning: Broken Heart, Depression, But it gets fluffier when you read more into this chapter, ends in SMUT

A/N: This chapter about to get SPICY

“Busted and Blue” - Gorillaz

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Word got out [rather quickly] that Bela’s now ex-boyfriend had been cheating on her. Since Bela went to look for you during the fraternity house party.. It was also because of how he was seeing you and her always so in close proximity to each other. Although he feels guilty for what he’s done, he’s been trying to reach back out to Bela to tell her how sorry he is and that he’ll be a better guy for her.

Lousy excuse really.. 

“To be honest I’ve heard lousier excuses from my own past exes,” You sigh, looking down at your textbook, writing down some notes for a class you missed because Bela didn’t want to be left alone, even if it was in your own apartment

“I was right about him,” Daniela called it

“What do you want a cookie?” Cassandra jokingly asks

“Yes,” Daniela says, giving her sister the ‘puppy dog eyes’ 

“Go nuts,” You say, pulling out a cookie you bought from the student center

Daniela happily takes the cookie and immediately bites into it.

“You have to unwrap the plastic first dumbass,” Cassandra sighs, deciding to go up into her room

You took Bela back to her house however, she immediately locks herself in her room. Her mother or her sisters check on her, despite her wanting your company the most. You had been trying to focus on your school work but at the same time trying to be there for Bela as much as you could was already a clashing combo to work with. Luckily, your teammates and her two sisters had been there for her too when you weren’t able to.

“Hey thanks Dani for offering to look after her tonight, I owe you one,” You sigh

“No worries, I knew her boyfriend was nothing but trouble,” She sighs, “But-but you- she’s taken a real liking to you though.”

Well, we did kiss in her car after that one fraternity house party she dragged me to, she continuously stays at my place. Not that I’m complaining though..

“Really?” You ask, slightly blushing, “Well, I wouldn’t want that on our minds right now. Thanks again!”

You heard that Dean Dimitrescu had been close to going at his throat for hurting her daughter. However, she also knew it would look bad on her part; taking her personal anger out on a student was not the best idea. 

“I’m angered just as you are Dean,” You sigh, scribbling into your notebook, breaking the lead in the mechanical pencil

Scribbling into your notebook was one way you were able to take out your frustrations.

“We trusted him,” She growls, pacing in her kitchen, “But, I do highly appreciate you being there for my daughter, is there anything I can do to repay you my dear?”

“Nope,” You sigh, “I don’t want to be given one of those special treatments, even if I am helping one of your daughters.”

I would want you to accept me as Bela’s new Lover. Please and Thank you Dean...

“Well, you’re welcome here,” She slightly smiles, “And please, when it’s after classes, you may refer to me as Ma’am, My Lady or Alcina. Alcina is my first name.”

Very fitting for an elegant lady such as yourself Ma’am.

“Yes Ma’am,” You say, “I’m going to get dinner, Do you and your daughters want anything?”

“I’m sure my girls will text you, I will make due with what we have in this fridge my dear. Thank you for the offer,” Alcina smiles

She tips her hat as you make her leave. You casually salute three fingers to her as you were about to do the same hat tip, just minus the hat. You send out a text in the Dimi-Daughters groupchat Daniela had made for the four of you. Almost immediately Bela and Daniela text you with whatever food they wanted, Cassandra being the last one. 

As soon as you and Bela show up to practice the next day, you were excused from classes as Donna had given the email out to all professors regarding State Finals, Donna has you all gathered at the poolside.

“I have the results of the semi finals roster,” She announces, “And... We are going to the State Final championship!”

You and your team cheer and congratulate each other.

“Okay okay girls calm down,” Donna calms her children, “This doesn’t mean we won’t win, so tonight we will prepare for it, this Saturday.”

In an instant all of the girls began giving their all into swim practice. You on the other hand, were just going through the motions. Not sure how to handle the sudden pressure.

“Didn’t I tell you that we all pull through this together or we lose?” Donna asks, coming up to you

“Yes coach,” You say, sighing

“You’re going to do fine, an excellent rookie like yourself should be proud you get to do this your first year,” She smiles

“True,” You sigh, beginning to shake off your nerves

“Now get your ass into the water y/l/n!” Donna yells encouragingly

After coach’s announcement you finally took a shower after skipping them to beeline it to your apartment for Bela. You turn around once you hear the shower curtain open behind you. you wipe your eyes and see Bela stepping into the shower with you. 

“Hey you,” You smile, giving her a hug

“Hey yourself,” She smiles, putting her arms on your shoulders, “Quite the show at practice today..”

“Says you, even after what happened you still managed to get your shit together and nail practice,” You smile

You snake your hands on her hips as the both of you begin washing each other from the chlorine gathered from today’s practice. Even after giving each other a shower, the both of you just settled in each others’ embrace as the hot shower began wasting away. 

“You remember when we first met in the locker room?” Bela asks, slipping on the hoodie you gave her

“How could I forget?” You smile, slipping on some shorts

“You were looking at my ass through the mirror weren’t you?” Bela asks, smirking

You almost drop your brush as your chees go red and begin heating up. You slightly look up from the mirror and see her slowly walking towards you. Like a predator stalking its prey.

“Did you... Enjoy it?” Bela flirts, turning you around and pushing you against the sink

“Well-I-uhmmm-ummm,” You stutter, trying to find the words

“You did didn’t you?” She smirks, putting her hands on your stomach

You felt yourself tense up when her palms touched your bare skin. You could feel them slowly running up your stomach and begin feeling the tips of her fingers go under your sports bra. 

“Bela! Y/n! Hurry it up I’m going to lock the swimming area soon!” Calls Donna from the entrance to the locker room

The both of you snicker as Bela drags her fingers away from your bare skin; you almost growl when her hands moved away from your skin. Bela practically moved into your place when she got the news. Thankfully her exes fraternity brothers kicked removed him from the fraternity house and helped her with her things when she decided to live with you. 

You and Bela had finally settled a day where you’d take her out to her favorite restaurant, as a make-up for not being able to see her very often. 

“Yeah, midterms are such a pain,” You sigh into your phone, “But, I’ll make sure you get tomorrow night with me okay?”

Bela decided to stay with her family for the next couple days as she’s been cooped up in your place for so long, not that she was complaining, she missed being around her family.

“Thanks for the ride y/n,” Bela sighs in relief, “I miss you.”

“I miss you too,” You blush, “Hey, we’ll see each other at practice later okay?”

“Yeah,” She sighs, “I gotta go, mother is calling for me. I love you.”

“Love you too,” You smile through the phone

Wait... She added I into the “love you”.... 

You didn’t say it back, no matter, you’d tell her how you’d feel about her tomorrow night. Even though you haven’t been able to see her, the both of you were able to be on the phone with each other every night before the both of you would go to bed before your classes in the morning. State finals were upon the swim team before finals. So you’ve also been working your butt off for the missed time you’ve had to sit out because of your calf injury from the first meet. 

“Hey you,” Bela smiles as she picks up the phone

“Hey,�� you smile, “How you been?”

“Doing a lot better,” Bela smiles, “If you hadn’t hooked me up for that one therapy session, I would have still been sulking.”

“I wouldn’t want that happening to you,” You sigh, “Hey, it’d be better off if you stay at home for tonight. Have an exam tomorrow morning and I have. To. Study!”

“Okay,” Bela sighs, slightly pouting

“Hey,” You say, gently, “We still have dinner tomorrow night. No pouting until before then. Okay?”

She sighs, but shakes it off, “Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

The next evening, You and Bela settled that you would be driving. Once you reach the Dimitrescu estate, you decide to get out of your car and walk up to the front door and knock on it. Cassandra is the one to greet you. 

“Bela’s finishing up y/n,” She says, “Nice getup by the way.”

“Thanks Cass,” You sigh, adjusting your shirt

You wait around awkwardly but you see Dean Dimitrescu sipping on wine in the kitchen.

“Will you do me one big favor y/n?” She calls from the kitchen

“Of course My lady,” You say, turning to her 

“Prove to me on why you’re worthy of my daughter,” She says calmly

“Yes ma’am,” You smile

“Mother I’ll be fine,” Bela calls from the stairs 

You look up and your eyes widen. Bela is wearing a wine red lace dress; the lace drapes behind her legs. You were a sucker for lace. You were a sucker for Bela Dimitrescu. Seeing Bela Dimitrescu IN lace is a whole show.

“Wow...” you say breathlessly as she takes your hand in hers

“Don’t have too much fun now lovebirds,” Daniela teases the both of you

“Shut your mouth Dani,” Bela sighs as she drags you out the door

“Your family is something Bels,” You smile

You open the passenger seat for Bela and she smiles at you as she gets in. Just as you shut her door, you were going to open yours when you see Bela reaching over to open the door for you as best as she could.

“Why thank you my lady,” You smile, getting into your driver’s seat

As you pull into the restaurant that Bela had made reservations for, you’re again in awe. 

“Are you sure you’re fine with paying?” You ask

“You’ve done enough for me. Both taking care of me when I was heartbroken, setting me up for therapy, teaching me freestyle.. The lost goes on,” Bela smiles, “It’s my turn to treat you.”

You couldn’t argue with that. Bela takes your arm as the both of you walk into the restaurant and basically see class. Something you don’t have however, you managed to find your ‘go-to’ nice outfit and a suit jacket at a nearby thrift store. 

“Did I tell you how fine you look?” Bela whispers right into your ear

You felt a shiver crawl down your spine as she asks you.

“No,” You finally say, “Did I tell you though that you look absolutely beautiful?”

Bela blushes as she leads you to a two-person table away from the rest of the patrons.

“Mother made arrangements for us so no need to worry about money,” Bela smirks as she sips water from a fancy glass, “I can easily tell you’ve never been in a fancy restaurant before.”

“Parents could never afford it,” You say, “So, it was the cheap diners. But hey, nothing wrong with diner food every now and then.”

“Nothing wrong with that,” Bela adds

After the restaurant date, the both of you reach your apartment by midnight and you allow Bela to enter your apartment first. However, just as you closed the door, she turns to you.

“What is it?” You ask her

She says nothing as she walks up to you and cups your face in her hands. She doesn’t crash her lips onto yours, giving you the chance to pull away if you so chose to. However, your lips gently mold right onto Bela’s. She lets out a high-pitched gasp as you bring her body closer to your, both of your forms fitting perfectly against each other like puzzle pieces. Your hands trail upward to find the zipper to her dress and slowly remove it, teasing her. She helps you slip her out of the dress. She turns her body towards you, revealing a black lace lingerie set.

“Oh? So you’re wearing these for me? Was this all apart of your little plan Bela Dimitrescu?” You ask, slowly walking towards her

“Whatever do you mean,” She bites back

“You know what I mean,” You coil your arm around her waist, “Any pretty kitty like yourself should be punished for tempting me.”

In one quick motion you pick her up into your arms and place her onto your bed as you settle your hips between her thighs. You dip your head down and begin kissing her along the crook of her neck. You smirk in her neck when you hear her let out a small whimper as the tip of your tongue ran gently along her neckline.

“Hmmm sweet music,” You whisper

You lift her up for her to straddle her in your lap. You give her another kiss on the lips before laying gentle kisses along her breasts. Bela guides one of your hands to cup one of her breasts and you oblige. However, your thumb rolls over her nipple, making it hard. You hear Bela let out a strangled moan. Strangled; your mouth was latched onto her throat.

“More,” Bela breathes out

You reach around her back and with a flick of your fingers, her bra unlatches. She lets it fall off her arms and she discards it somewhere onto the floor. 

“What-what do you think?” She asks, blushing

She tries to hide her flushes cheeks and turns her head away from you. You gently run your fingers along her cheek to have her look at you.

“I think, you are so fucking beautiful my love,” You say

Bela sees the moonlight reflection coming off your eyes and she drops her head down for her lips to meet yours. The kiss was at first soft and gentle however, once you gained yourself, you began losing your self control and turned the kiss to be more intense. Bela lets out a muffled gasp as she felt the pillow at the back of her head. You pull yourself away for a moment to strip off your shirt. Bela knew you were fit because of swimming. She never thought she’d be getting up close and personal with you.

“You’re beautiful,” You whisper against her ear

You kiss and lick your way down until you stopped above her bare chest. You look up at her with pleading eyes. 

‘let me’ your eyes pleaded

She runs her fingers through your hair and pushes your face into her breast. You leech onto her nipple and gently make circles around it. She arches her back, forcing your tongue to gently lick the tip of her nipple.

“Y/n!” She gasps

While you run the flat surface of your tongue along the surface of her nipple. Your hand snakes up to her other breast and you squeeze it. Then, gently squeeze her nipple. 

“Ah!” She screams

Your mouth switches onto the other breast to give the same gentle treatment. 

“Y/n...” She says breathlessly

Your fingers trace her curves as you continue your exploration of her body down to her dripping hot center.

“Are you already wet for me?” You ask, once you arrive to her panties

She nods, “You already made me excited...”

You lowly chuckle as your fingers hook around the thin lining of her panties, lifting them. She lifts her hips to help you fully remove them from her body. You, again discard them somewhere onto the floor. Your hands gently run along her thighs to hoist them over your shoulders.

“Hmm, so you were,” You smile

Bela felt you gently breathing against her wet, dripping center, making her squirm a little bit.

“If you’re just going to keep teasing me ju-”

You drag your tongue along her pulsating lips and you insert your tongue into her, making her let out many small whimpers. Her fingers run along into your hair and you feel her pulling against you. She bucks her hips to feel more of your tongue. Your arm reaches around her hip and you press your palm down, keeping her from moving her hips along with your tongue.

“Babyyyyy I need more,” She whines

You pull your tongue out from inside her and give a small kiss on her clit before crawling up to meet her face. You give her a long, lingering kiss for her to taste herself on you.

“You’ll get more kitten you need to be patient,” You chuckle, “But, damn you taste so good.”

“Give it to me now,” She growls

You hook her leg over your shoulder, so that your arm is under her thigh.

“What-what are you- AH!” Bela chokes

She felt your finger insert itself into her. 

“How does that feel baby?” You ask, looking down at her

“It feels so good,” Bela moans

“Good girl,” You coo

You slide your finger in and out of her slowly, hearing her let out little breathless whimpers was music to your ears. You stop for one moment to add another finger when you slid them back in. Bela again arches her back to feel more of your fingers. Your pace began going faster and faster.

“Y/n... I’m-I’m gonna-”

Before you let Bela climax, you force your fingers out of her and hook both of her legs around your hips. You jerk your hips forward to feel her wetness against yours. You let out a growl whilst she lets out a small whimper. You lean down towards her face as you continue grinding on her. 

“Oh god baby,” You growl, picking up your grinding pace

Bela swings her arm around your shoulder and the other around your hips and begins clawing at your back.

“I’m so close y/n,” She whispers in your ear, “Faster.”

You let out frustrated grunts as you stop for a moment.

“Why-why did you s-stop?” She asks, panting

“I want to look at you,” You smile

However, you don’t really give Bela time to process anything before you jerk your hips again, making her lean her head back into the pillow. 

“Together-together y/n,” Bela requests, “I want to cum with you..”

You smirks as you could feel yourself reaching your climax as well. You cup her face into your hands as you begin letting out pants and slight whimpers. 

“Bela...” You whisper her name into her ear, breathlessly

You could feel her nails sink deeper into your back. You didn’t really feel any pain towards her nails. You only felt her clit against yours.

“Bela... Bela... Bela!” You growl as you come undone

Bela holds onto you for dear life as the both of you slowly come down from your high. Everything was blurry in your vision however, Bela was clear as day. You smile as you lean down to kiss her. Once morning hit, you rub your eyes however, Bela’s arm drags your arm back down across her bare waist. 

“Morning baby,” You smile, kissing the back of her head

She stretches her arms as she turns her body so that she’s facing you, “Morning.”

She gives you a good morning kiss and lays in your embrace.

“Hmmm,” Bela hums

“What?” You ask

“Are you sure you haven’t had sex with a woman?” She asks, smiling

“I’m sure love,” You say, “Why?”

“Those fingers... That tongue of yours.. Worked.. Wonders.. On me,” She says, seductively

Your cheeks flush a faint red as she laughs with a low tone. You let go of her and pull the covers over your head in an attempt to prevent her from seeing you blushing however, she follows you under the covers.

“Oh? Is my girlfriend blushing now?” She smirks

“Enough already,” You groan, pulling the sheets to separate the both of you

Bela yanks on the covers and lets out an enticing giggle as she gets up to straddle you. You sit up to snake your arms around her bare midsection.

“Iubita mea,” Bela says

“Hmmm is that.. Romanian?” You ask, blushing while smiling at the same time

“Maybe,” She teases as she drops her head down to kiss you again

It was an early Saturday morning and you weren’t up for it. But, Bela agreed to drive the both of you there.

“You excited?” Bela asks

“As excited as I’ll ever be,” You sigh, “I just hope there’s no last minute events...”

“Coach gave us the whole events roster,” Bela explains, “Rest assured those are the events that are in there, we’ll be doing.”

You smile in relief, “Good, because I think I would permanently damage my calf if I ever did another 1500 meter freestyle event...”

“You’ll be fine,” Bela reassures you

The Arena was a little ways out of hometown but nothing surprising for State Finals. Your team gets there about the same time you do, and follow whomever your guide was for the day. She shows you to the locker rooms, where all of you get changed into your uniform swimsuits and make any last second preparations for the final meet of the season.

“Dimitresu University Women’s swim and dive, you ready?” Your guide comes back into the locker room

Chapter 6

[ladyreapermc]

Fic: Thank you kindly, sir part 2 (Keanu x (f)Reader)

Summary: AU. After your failed audition, you head to Keanu’s auto shop so he can fulfill his promise.

A/N: This a follow up to this work and since I’m drawing blanks on new titles, I’m keeping the same. LOL. Also, I decided to write with a plus size, latina reader in mind because I don’t think I ever read a story with that combo and my brain decided that was the way to go!

Wordcount: 1,8k

Warnings: smut (rough, unprotected sex; degradation kink; spanking and choking)

You weren’t even that surprised at how much of a mess the audition ended being. You had barely any time to prepare and you knew the second you stepped inside the room that the director didn’t like what he saw. Maybe it was the fact that you were a Latina woman with actual curves, unlike all the other candidates who were paler than glowsticks and just as thin.

Whatever it was, you could see in his eyes that he wasn’t pleased and it was enough to make you self-conscious and caught up in your head. You stumbled over the text twice and before you could even have a chance to apologize and ask for another try, he was cutting you off with a thank you and a promise of a call you knew it would never come.

With a sigh, you rolled up your script and stepped out of the room, dejected and depressed, wanting nothing more than to gorge yourself and a greasy burger and enough milkshake drown sorrows.

Instead, you chew on the protein bar you kept on your glove compartment and that tasted like cardboard since you couldn’t exactly afford to spend too much money. Not when you have to gave have your piece of shit car fixed. So while you chewed on the tasteless snack, you googled the address for Keanu’s auto shop. If you couldn’t eat away your sadness, maybe he could fuck it out of you.

The place was unlike any auto shop you had ever seen. All glass walls and sleek metal countertops, very modern. The cars waiting for service were all Porsches and Audis, expensive and high end, unlike your battered old Chevy from twenty years ago.

The clientele also was a distant cry from you. Men and women on their fifties, dressed to the nines, sipping water or coffee from elegant glasses and cups. They all eyed you with mistrust with your tight jeans shorts, oversized buttondown, and dirty converse.

“Hi, I’m looking for Keanu,” you asked the women in the front desk, shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other as she eyed you from the top of your head to the tip of your sneakers.

“Do you have an appointment?” She asked her nose so high in the air you wondered if she could see anything at all.

“Not really,” you shrugged. “He just said I should stop by and he would take a look at my car.” You glanced behind yourself at the parking lot and she followed your gaze, snorting at the sight of your Chevy.

“We don’t really work with that kind of... vehicle.”

“Can you just call him, please?” You asked losing your patience with this bitch.

With a grimace of disdain, she followed your instructions, her little smirk turning into a pale, terrified look that filled your heart with satisfaction.

“Mr. Reeves said you can leave your keys with me and the boys will bring your car inside. You can go ahead and meet him in his office.”

“Thank you,” you flashed her a victorious smirk, setting your car keys on her waiting hand before sauntering to the stairs, putting and extra sway in your hips, and knowing all eyes were on your ass. It was a very nice ass after all!

It took you only a couple minutes to find Keanu’s office, his name etched with dark red paint on the dark wood. You knocked once, before stepping inside and he looked up at you with a small smile, phone glued to his ear as he spoke to someone in Italian, if you weren’t mistaken.

You took the time to look around at the elegant looking office, dark wood furniture and black leather couch and chair; metal and glass desk, walls adorned with pictures of sports motorcycles much like the one you saw Keanu riding last night.

“Sorry about that,” he said finally setting down his phone and standing up, he was dressed in a light blue button-down and tan slacks. “It was a supplier.”

“No problem,” you turned to face him, eyebrow cocked. “I thought you said you were a mechanic.”

“I am,” he replied with a smirk, leaning again his desk. “At heart, at least.”

“Right,” you chuckled, checking him out. Under the bright light of his office, he looked even more handsome.

“How was the audition?” He asked, taking his phone again and dialing a number. “Barbara, hold all my calls for now, please. Thanks.”

“It was pure crap,” you huffed walking over to him, and even though he was slouching slightly, you still needed to tilt your head slightly to meet his eyes. “So I hope this visit can save the day for me.”

“You’re talking about your car or...?”

“That too.” You smiled, resting your hands on his strong chest. “But I seem to remember someone promising to fuck my pretty little pussy so...”

“That can be arranged,” Keanu smirked, large palms warm against your waist as he tugged you gently until you were standing between his legs and he could catch your lips in a kiss.

At first, it was so soft, his tongue coaxing yours into a slow, sensuous dance, while his fingers explored your heated skin beneath your shirt. And as nice as it felt, it wasn’t what you wanted or needed.

You pressed closer, your tongue tangling with his, searching for more. Your fingers nimbly undoing his buttons, as you swung a leg over his strong thigh, straddling it and rocking against the hard muscle.

“You’re not very good at foreplay, huh?” He teased, nipping at your lower lip but catching on with the program and undoing your shirt until your black bra was in display.

“I’m a straight to the main event kinda gal,” you smirked at him, bending down to press kisses to the exposed skin of his chest, while he cupped and kneaded your breasts, making tendrils of pleasure swirl in your center. Unfortunately, it was just too little to do anything for you. “I’m not made of glass, Keanu. You can be rougher.”

“How much rougher?” He asked interest peaked if the bulge in his pants was any evidence.

“Shove me down on your desk and fuck me until I can’t stand straight. Make me your little whore.”

“Jesus!” He hissed, his eyes darkening as he looked at you.

“Choke me and slap my ass. Leave bruises all over my body.”

His kiss this time was hungry and desperate, almost bruising and you loved it, your nails sinking on his shoulder as you rocked against his thigh, your cunt throbbing with the friction but it wasn’t enough.

You palmed his erection, feeling the thick length of his cock pulsing against your hand as Keanu shoved the lace of your bra down and exposed your nipples to the unnaturally cold air of his office, making them perk up. You groaned when he pinched and pulled at them and this time the bolts of pleasure gathering in your center were sharp and intense, making that knot of arousal grow.

One of his hands fell to your ass, guiding your movements, making your ride his thigh faster, harder and you keened in his mouth, feeling your orgasm getting closer and closer.

“Not yet, pet,” Keanu said, forcing you to stop. “You don’t cum without me.”

The harsh edge of command made you cunt throb and you nodded obediently, letting Keanu manhandle you until you were face-first on his desk, ass in the air and you flinched at the first sharp slap on your cheek, the fabric of your shorts doing very little to soothe the sting.

He reached around you, to undo your buttons before shoving them and your panties down your legs, hands cupping your ass as he hummed appreciatively before Keanu slapped you again making you whine and buck.

“Is that how you wanted?” Keanu asked against your ear and you could feel his erection rubbing against your drenched cunt, teasing you with temptation. You didn’t even notice him taking off his pants.

“Yes,” you gasped, pushing your ass back against him. “Exactly like that.”

Keanu just hummed, rubbing his head against your folds and you moaned, needing him inside your right the fuck now.

“I’m waiting, pet.” There were amusement and expectation in his tone and suddenly you knew what he was waiting for.

“Please, Keanu, fuck me. Fill my pussy. Make me your slut.”

“Oh baby,” he chuckled against your ear, hand coming to your throat and squeezing just the perfect amount to make you gasp and your sight blur. “You already are.”

He thrust in with one swift motion, making your cry out at being filled so wide and fast. Your entire body shook with the effort of staying still; of keeping any modicum of self-control but your higher brain function had shut down, leaving only the primal need of being taken and used. Soon enough you were rocking against him, grinding your hips to elicit those familiar bolts of pleasure, that sweet tension of desire in your core. It was enough for Keanu to take the hint and start to thrust, slow and steady and so not enough.

“Harder, please. I need it.”

He complied, using his hold on your throat as leverage to start snapping his hips so hard you heard the table groan and squeak beneath you. Now you had it. The delicious pulsing of your walls trying to pull his cock deeper inside you, his tip hitting that blessed spot with forceful thrust and you had never seen stars quite like that but when your orgasm overtook you, your sight blacked out suddenly leaving only all-consuming pleasure as your quaked and writhed and moaned beneath him.

You heard Keanu curse and hiss above you, his pace losing its coordination, becoming sloppier, even harder and you could feel your walls clenching tight around him, trying to keep him deep inside you.

“Come on baby,” you encouraged, breathlessly. “Cum inside me. I wanna feel you slicking up my thighs all the way to San Francisco.”

Keanu grunted and tugged you up until your back was pressed against his chest and he could grind into you, his hot breath against your ear.

“You have such a dirty mouth, pet. Beg.”

“Please, please, cum inside me,” you sighed, feeling the heat in your cunt start up again just as Keanu stilled. You felt his warm cum coating your walls as he groaned against your ear.

You two stayed together, catching your breath until Keanu pulled out and you felt the mess of fluids start to trickle down but you just pulled your shorts up, flashing him a dirty smirk.

“So was it worth the visit?” Keanu asked with a smirk of his own.

“Definitely.”

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[hollandarling]

hey so you know that gif you posted about making tom mad?? could you write a lil blurb about that where you’re either trying to make him jealous on purpose or it just happens accidentally??

being a brat and getting THIS look??? oof you said LITTTLE bUt I couldnt stop alskdkdj I love this concept with my whole chest and did BOTH accidental and purposely so you’re in for a ride

((obv warnings for jealousy plus some sexual themes and swearing as per usual))

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“Harder! Faster! Give me all you got! Don’t go easy on me!”

Tom catches himself almost running around the corner of the gym’s wall at the man’s words—sneakers squeaking and all—coming to find you…boxing?

“Come on, push!”

You’re shifting your weight from one foot to the other, throwing sharp, loud hitting punches to a guy he’d never seen before, who, if you were asking his opinion, was far too into it.

You were glistening with sweat, in only a sports bra and a pair of spandex that Tom has never minded until this exact moment in time as he watches your “assets” bounce near some other dude’s face.

His jaw clenches. “Y/N,” he calls, voice anything but sweet, as he tries to grab your attention.

Your head whips around towards his direction, a big smile spreading across your face at the sight of your boyfriend and completely losing focus from your workout.

A pair of strong arms wrap around your body, forcibly pulling you flesh against them and into a headlock.

“See, this is what can happen when you let your guard down!” Your trainer teases, lightheartedly, but you know he’s got a point.

“Alright, alright. I tap out,” you half-choke while smacking his arm in three short bursts, getting released at the motion and feeling your lungs expand fully again.

You’re laughing, thanking your coach for a “wonderful” session, a descriptor that was not missed by Tom as he stood there with his blood boiling while you hand off your gloves—trying not to cause a scene in front of Mr. “Don’t let your guard down” after he blatantly pressed an arm into your chest and had your ass pressed against an area that he’d be lucky to keep after today.

You jog over to Tom, water bottle now in hand and you crash into him with a tight hug, on a high from the workout and wanting to hug his pouty face out of him.

You give him a quick peck on the lips, smiling big. “I’m so sorry, thanks for picking me up! I didn’t mean to keep you waiting, I wasn’t paying attention to the time—”

“—Clearly—”

“—I’ve just got to get my bag in the locker room and I can meet you out front, yeah?”

“No! I mean, no I can come with you, its no big deal.” He cringes, coming off all kinds of strong and miserably failing at acting casual about the situation.

“Alright…” You give him a quizzical look but don’t say anything else on the matter as you lead him to the co-ed locker room, rambling about the PR you hit today.

It’s not that Tom wasn’t proud of you, he was, he just couldn’t get that guy out of his mind and he’s interrupting you before he even realizes he’s speaking.

“So you got a new personal trainer, huh?” He glances around the deserted room, making sure no one else was around to hear.

“Oh yeah, his name’s Adam!” You chirp back, too pre-occupied with inputting the correct combo for your locker to notice his less than pleased expression.

“Huh. Adam.”

Now that got your attention. The typical short responses he saves for the occasions when he’s trying to be careful about what he says.

“Oh my god, this is what’s got you so worked up?” You roll your eyes over your shoulder at him and proceed to pull your belongings out of their safe space.

“He was all over you!” he defends, knowing he has a damn justifiable reason for being upset.

“No, he wasn’t! He’s a professional, Tom,” you argue. You know a creep when you see one and Adam was not that.

“Oh please, that was not professional!”

You turn to face him, eyes narrowing. “Do you not trust me?”

“Of course I trust you,” he assures. “But he was ogling you, I watched the whole thing! and you—you’re just—”

“I’m what, Tom? I’m half dressed, so what else are people going to look at?”

“NO—that’s not what I’m—”

“Then what? Is it bothering you that I was getting all hot and sweaty with him?”

Intended as being sarcastic, you quickly realize it was not taken that way as you watch him tightly cross his arms across his chest…you’ve struck a nerve. Tom is seething, biting into the inside of his cheek and doing everything he can to compose himself when you’re putting a mental image in his head like that.

You press, gaining a smirk as you speak. “Is it bothering you that he was holding me so close to him while I could hear him panting in my ear?”

Alright, bitch move, you’ll admit it. But watching his jaw shift forward as he steps closer to you lights a fire inside you that you can’t help but continue to feed.

Before you can even blink again, Tom is picking you up by your thighs and slamming you against the lockers with a loud clatter of metal shaking. Your gasp is swallowed by his mouth engulfing yours in the roughest kiss you’ve ever shared. You squeeze your legs tighter around his waist, fingers threading through his hair as he moves to nip at your neck. You yelp at the contact of his teeth, feeling a rush of adrenaline working its way through your body making each touch even hotter.

“Tom,” you breathe, only half convinced that you should even be saying anything in case this all comes to a screeching halt. “I’ve got to tell you—”

“Then you better fucking tell me now,” Tom growls, rattling you to your core and god does it feel good but your guilty conscious is a bitch.

“Adam—”

He stops, coming up for air, nose against yours and his black eyes remaining in extremely close proximity to your own. “You’re going to talk about him right now?” He was raging.

“No, no, you don’t understand.” Your chest is heaving, and you can barely get the words out. “He’s…not into girls. Like…at all.”

His eyes widen, growing softer. “You mean—”

“Not at all.” You feel his entire being light up and suddenly your back has left the lockers and he’s spinning you around with your legs latched tightly onto his hips.

He kisses you again, but this time, its an overwhelming amount of love and passion that’s fueling the kiss.

You can’t help but melt a little as the butterflies erupt from your stomach. God you love your jealous boy.

Tom breaks away reluctantly, and puts you back down on your own two feet. He reaches behind you and grabs your duffel bag off of the bench before leaning in close to your ear.

“I hope you know that we’re finishing this at home.” His voice low and raspy, sending shivers down your spine. Stated as a fact and not a question and shiiit were you into that.

He turns on his heel without another word and you can’t help but follow him out, giddy like a child and skipping along to catch up to him knowing you were going to get it good tonight.

[wienerbarnes]

boxer!bucky hc

pairing: boxer!bucky x personal trainer!fem!reader

word count: 1,878

warnings: SINFUL SMUT 18+ PLSSSSSSSS (vaginal sex, squirting, face fucking, i need jesus)

a/n: inspired by @gagmebucky’s sinful group chat and all the wonderful ppl in for feeding the smutty devil in my brain

• the first time bucky notices you is when you’re walking out of the boxing gym women’s locker room

• he notices your tight spandex shorts and your “personal coach” shirt and your strong calves and thick thighs and built arms and-

• focus barnes

• or he tries to at least

• left hook, right hook, fake out left hook, right body kick-

• you walk over to a punching back a couple bags away from him and begin taping up your hands, your black boxing gloves squeezed in between your toned thighs

• buckys sweating twice as much as he was before

• he cant help but stare, an animalistic feeling taking over body

• you reach for your gloves between your legs, god bucky wishes that was his head

• your eyes meet his and you wink

• you fucking WINK at him

• bucky feels a heat flow through his body from his chest to his abdomen

• he smirks and looks away to continue his combos, if he doesnt focus he’ll end up staring at you all day

• his ears perk up at the sound of your grunts as you throw punches and kicks to the heavy bag and bucky thinks he might have to switch gyms all together to refrain from jumping your bones

• he takes another glance at you and he sees the sweat trickling from the back of your ear, down your neck, and under your shirt, oh how he would love to lick down the trail

• bucky cant control himself

• “need some help with your stance, sugar?”

• “funny you ask, im actually the head boxing coach here at the gym”

• god dammit, barnes, you moron

• “you actually look like you need some help yourself”

• bucky tried to think of what you could do to help him, an mma boxer, with-

• “have you found the saunas alright?”

• oh

• o h

• its like a silent connection between the two of you, asking if he wants the same thing you want

• “no actually i havent, mind showing me around a bit?”

• bucky has trained at this gym since he got into boxing years and years ago and knows exactly where just about everything is in the gym

• but he wont tell you that

• you lead him around the main floor of gym pointing out different machines and such until he finds himself following you down a quieter hallway.

• you reach a door with what he can only assume is your name posted on the front with the title “boxing director” and you open it before throwing a teasing smirk over your shoulder at him

• he follows you inside and urges can no longer be contained as he pushes you against the door to close it

• he smashes his lips to you and his hands find the curve of your waist as your hands reach to pull his hair from the bun its tied in and sink your fingers into his scalp

• just making out with you like this is getting him hornier than a thirteen year old

• he starts to creep his hand up under your shirt and you pull away to lift the sweaty t-shirt up and over your head and onto the floor

• your lips reattach to his and hes pulling your tight shorts down your thick, muscled legs

• you yank his tank top off and he grabs you from behind your knees to lift you and lean you against the back of the door

• hes finally kissing down the salty sweet trail of your neck as your ankles lock behind him and your thighs squeeze his torso

• he cant help moan at the feeling of your thighs around him and your hands running through his hair

• he pulls away from your neck and puts three of his fingers into your mouth, your saliva getting them slick for whats to come

• he stares deep into your hazy eyes and you stare straight into his almost black irises and you suck and suck and suck, covering his fingers in your spit

• bucky pulls his fingers from your mouth, a line of saliva connecting from your lips as his fingers trail lower, pushing your thin underwear aside and rubbing along your folds, the saliva mixing with your juices

• bucky cant help but moan as you whimper and your thighs tighten further around him

• as he slips a finger in you, slowly stretching you out, you pull your arms back and peel off your tight sports bra freeing your ample breasts as they bounce after being released

• bucky plants wet kisses around your chest, tongue poking out and licking around and over your nipples as he slips a second finger in you

• youre a moaning mess and your eyes have rolled back and bucky cant get enough of this

• he imagines this is what heaven is, or if its not, its gotta be close

• bucky can feel the mess hes leaking in his training shorts and slips a third finger into your tight, wet hole

• youre a shaking mess

• “p-please, please put it in me, please”

• you desperately try to pull his shorts down with your toes and bucky can feel your calves flexing against his sides

• it turns him on even more?

• he pulls his fingers out of you and an extra string of your wetness trails with his fingers

• he uses the slickness leftover on his hand from fingering you and uses it to lube up his hard cock

• you look down at the dark red tip leaking with pre cum and moan at the sight and attempt to grind up on him as if to slide it in you yourself

• bucky finally leans closer and runs the swollen tip of his dick along your hole, which is clenching around nothing

• you both moan loudly as he finally pushes himself in you

• neither of you can believe how intensely good it feels

• he stretches you out deliciously and you squeeze him heavenly

• he immediately bucks into you and a hard and fast pace, craving your sweet moans, tight squeezes of your thighs around him, and small clenches of your smooth walls around his cock

• this HAS to be heaven, he determines

• your head falls back and you yank on his hair harder than before and he latches onto your now exposed neck, where he desperately sucks and licks at your warm skin

• while hes there, he starts whispering the filthiest things in your ear

• “yea, you like that?”

• “got a stranger fucking you against your door, naughty girl”

• “yea, baby, squeeze me tighter, give it to me, give it to me”

• “feels so fucking good, sugar”

• his arms lift a little higher and wrap tightly around your waist as he pulls you down onto him and you start to moan almost uncontrollably

• he shoves his fingers back into your mouth to quiet you a bit and you moan around them

• he feels the slickness seeping out of you as he fucks you faster and deeper, wetting the inner portions of your thighs

• “fuck, im gonna cum already,”

• your mumbling around his fingers, some of it desperate begging and some of his he cant even understand as hes literally fucking you senseless

• as you clench tighter and tighter around his pulsing cock, he slips the fingers from your mouth and reaches down to roughly rub your clit

• you gasp and the whimpers and moans fall out of your mouth

• “yes! please! right there, right there! yes, yes, yes, im gonna cum!”

• youre shaking and spasming as he feels you cream all over his cock, he moans loudly at the feeling and cant resist following suit, filling your swollen pussy to the brim with his cum

• but he doesnt stop

• with his cock still in you and the mix of yours and his cum drips out of your pussy and down your thighs, he begins rubbing at your clit again, faster and rougher than before

• “cmon baby, gimme one more, i know you can do it just give me one more”

• your mouth is dropped open as your consumed with pleasure, drool leaking out of your lax jaw

• he feels it before you do

• that very specific pressure deep inside you

• he spits down where youre both still conjoined, making you even more wet with slick dripping from you onto the floor as he rubs and rubs and rubs until-

• you let out a small scream as you gush and squirt on his cock, spraying and covering his abdomen and spilling on the floor

• “yea baby i knew you could do it, give me more, give me all you got”

• buckys hard again and thrusts in you at an unrelenting pace, your juices occasionally squirting out of you and onto his abs

• hes chasing his second orgasm and basically using you as his own fuck doll, grip tight at your waist as he practically brings you up and down on his cock

• you dont even know if your still on planet earth anymore

• everything youre feeling is so overwhelming

• but you l o v e it

• at this point, your juices are uncontrollable; every thrust bucky gives is welcomed by a gush of your wetness, a puddle forming on the floor

• did you cum again? more than twice? you dont even know anymore

• bucky suddenly pulls out and plops you on the ground, but catching you by surprise, you legs give out and you sink to your knees, landing in the puddle of your own juices

• he grabs your face with one hand by the cheeks and uses his other hand to shove his cock in your mouth

• he starts fucking your face at the same pace he was fucking your pussy and he throws his head back and moans into the air

• your moans are muffled but you purr around the thickness moving in and out of your mouth

• “yeah! yeah! yeah! your mouth feels so fucking good, im gonna cum!”

• bucky freezes and gives a few precursory thrusts before you feel his warm cum shoot into your mouth and slide your throat

• you swallow every last drop

• bucky struggles to catch his breath as you continue to lightly suck him and give his tip innocent-like licks

• he pulls you up by your arms and leans you against the wall again, kissing you deeply, tasting himself on your tongue

• you both quietly moan into the kiss as you come down from your highs

• needless to say, bucky now trains with you specifically at the gym, upgrading his mma membership to premium, and you showing him the way to the saunas every time because, silly him, he just always seems to forget where they are

[nopego2hell]

On Yaomomo’s “Costume”

Like I get that in order for her quirk to be effective in battle Yaomomo needs to have easy access to her skin. It'd also make the most sense for her to have her torso uncovered because that is a lot of skin and very easy to reach, so it's useful.

But I don't really get the need for her cleavage to be all out there, 15 y/os aren't confident enough for that, and that’s without taking into account her personality. It just doesn't make sense. Plus she’s well endowed and it doesn’t seem like she’s wearing any sort of support so her breast’d bounce around like crazy when she moves. SUPER inconvenient.

Not to mention how her sides are covered and that just is not efficient. Again exposed torso is good for maximum skin access, which is how they’re trying to  explain the cleavage, so it’s only logical to have them uncovered.

Then there’s those bulky ass “utility belts” that have no business being that loose. They hang low on her hips, in a manner that makes it obvious that they would bounce around when she moves, hindering her and completely throwing off her center of gravity. AND that sliver of skin in her upper thigh that shows between the bottom of her “costume” and her “utility belts”.

WHY? Just why? it serves no purpose whatsoever. It isn’t easily accessible to her hands because its so small. It seems that, with the constant friction of the belts against her skin it’d only cause chafing. Again USELESS.

Couldn’t the costume just have been ever so slightly longer??? It’s what like 2-3 inches?

And what’s with her shoes???? Boots. LONG ones, up to her calf. With fucking HEELS???? SHE NEEDS TO MOVE AROUND A SHIT TON OF DEBRIS MID COMBAT WITH HEELS??? AND WHY LONG BOOTS THAT COVER SO MUCH SKIN WITH HER QUIRK OF ALL QUIRKS????????????

Her costume just feels like she had some pervy middle-aged dude design it for her or something. It doesn’t seem like someone her age and with her mindset would come up with. It’s so ridiculously illogical.

I mean in her shoes, all things considered, I would've gone for like a sports bra and shorts combo, kinda “boxer” style.

An armored sports bra sorta top (so that her breast don’t hinder her movement by bouncing around so much, and also to protect her fucking RIB CAGE). Loose(ish) running shorts that allow for easy movement. Yes utility belts, but fitted so they don’t bounce around. Elbow and knee pads (maybe gauntlets and gloves, would need to try before committing to them). And like sneakers or combat boots.

BUT at the end of the day, what pisses me off the most, is Mirio. His costume was made using his hair so that he could use his quirk efficiently with out flashing everyone. WHY THE HELL did they not even attempt that with her???

[ear]

PLEASE share your vld reboot ideas aja the show canon is garbage and your mind is so galaxy brain

OK OK ALRIGHT!!!!!!!!!! alright so idk what kind of. earth landscape this reboot occurs in…. like yallve got this retro 80s/90s neon future verse going on but i didnt think my reboot version would fit into that so yall go wild with whatever hc for this earth reboot thing u want cuz im not creative and i didnt really think that far ahead

ALRIGHT here we go. this is so long i HAVE to put this under the cut but i hope yall enjoy the creations of my MIND……

- akeno “KEITH” shirogane: (age: 19) [gay] hes japanese/black/galran. hes still half galra in this reboot bc i fuck with that honestly but hes got more visible galran traits. his bottom canines are larger than usual and poke out from his bottom lip so he wears a mask to cover his mouth and his eyes r still purple but instead of his sclera being yellow(tinted), hes just like. got some odd golden flecks in his eyes. he normally wears a dirty mechanics jumpsuit with the top half tied around his waist and a black or white tank top underneath (hes still a high school flunk out so he works full time at a car repair shop so hes able to buy food and shit at LEAST + hes still got his motorcycle to keep in shape). his casual clothes r just regular grey sweats, hoodies, and adidas or whatever brand is closest in their future lol. hes blood related to shiro who ill get to in a second.. shiros blood related to him as his uncle (brother of keiths dad) ALSO his hair isnt long in this reboot, hes got a short messy head of hair that he mostly just pulls back into a TINY little pony tail on his forehead (like in the game show ep) so it doesnt get in his face while hes working. he also has goggles bc thats the one thing from yalls reboot ideas i actually like (endgame lion: he momentarily pilots black during shiros disappearance but his permanent and stationary lion is red)

- fal’allura “fala, ALLURA” naguna’ephy: [lesbian] (age: 21 or close to that in alien standards) shes altean on her fathers side and teem (what we’re gonna call nymas race) on her mothers side. she bares more altean features except her eyes are solid yellow and shes only got four fingers on each hand. instead of crescent shaped facial markings, she has painted on red and golden lines across her nose and her upper lip. her hair (very dark purple with silver highlights and literal glowing, twinkling stars) is VERY long, brushing the floor as she walks except and (now bear with me cuz this might be hard to explain) her hair, the farther down u look kind of fades away? like it becomes semi to absolute transparent… idk how else to explain it but i hope u understand…. she does wear a crown but its more like a headdress.. (imagine beyonces headdress).. she doesnt wear it often, usually only on diplomatic missions to greet other worldly rulers bc its heavy and it makes her neck hurt :/.. her dress! looks like this! but a little more spiffy .. u know.. her casual/training clothes are just…. idk imagine a royal looking sports bra and leggings?? i guess … ALSO ALSO ALSO she can still shape shift but instead of limiting her shifting to just the changing of skin tone and height, she can completely mimic different alien species but only humanoid races.. like she can have those indented looking knees and huge ass horns and all that but she cant like. turn into an earth lizard u know what im saying. also also also also she still speaks with an accent just… not a british one….(endgame lion: no lion. she keeps leading and piloting the castle ship until destruction, where she leads and pilots the atlas)

- alejandro “LANCE, ale” reyes-leon: (age: 19 ½) [bi] hes cuban/black/vietnamese. his dad is black and vietnamese and his mom is cuban! hes got longish afro textured hair he keeps back in a pony tail most of the time like this or a bun when training bc hes too lazy to put any actual effort into styling it. hes got a couple moles/freckles scattered across his face and hes got sectoral heterochromiaaround his left pupil so theres a little bit of blue in one of his other wise dark brown eyes (like this).. i havent really figured out what his clothing style is.. i thought about keeping his clothes close to vld canon like his jacket (bc that was a really good jacket) but im gonna go a little wild here so hold on. he wears one of those surfer type looking skin tight turtleneck shirts underneath his heavy bomber jacket.. he wears just regular ripped jeans and hightops like in canon…….. hmm……. he wears a pink bead necklace under his shirt that was made by his little cousin just a couple weeks before he was shot off into space and he hasnt taken it off since…………. he also has a tiny stick and poke tattoo on his ankle he did when he was thirteen bc he thought it would look cool but it turned out kinda lop sided so he never takes his socks off in embarrassment (endgame lion: blue to red (during keiths reign as black paladin) then to black when shiro leaves voltron to lead the atlas alongside allura)

- takashi “SHIRO” shirogane: (age: 31) [gay] hes japanese/black. hes keiths uncle and the only family keith really has .. his design doesnt really change much except hes got long hair (like kuron) but its pulled up into a messy bun or pony tail.. in MY canon hes still gay and married to adam (whos name isnt adam i just cant think of a new name for him yet) (and adam lives dont worry) and theyre working on adopting a daughter before shiro has to leave for kerberos. shiro usually dresses in work out outfits so like. gym shorts… tank tops.. leggings.. imagine those white blonde dudes who always wear a man bun and only eat vegan and drink chai from starbucks bc thats exactly how shiro acts but ONLY ironically ……… when shiros abducted on the galra freighter and forced to fight in the ring, his hair streaks white but instead of just a clean scar across his nose, he has multiple long scars scattered across his face from a one x one between his face and some debris thrown at him by a gladiator. his prosthetic looks and remains kinda the same i guess but this time its decked out with claws on the finger tips so it looks a little more galran yeah? (endgame lion: no endgame lion. he pilots the atlas alongside allura)

- francesca “frannie, frankie, PIDGE” eleonora: (age: 15) [trans girl lesbian] shes . just italian i guess. so anyway shes not gonna be an asshole bitch like canon pidge.. shes gonna be the caring sweet but KINDA mean little sister we always wished we had.. the little sister who would tell u, with all honesty, that ur winged eyeliner was smudged before u hit the town with the girls and made a fool of urself……. ANYWAY shes still gonna be the ‘hacker’/computer geek techno girl but not as much ykno? shes JUST a little girl so she just kinda does her own thing. i rlly like all the fanart i see of her wearing overalls and stuff SO thats her canon design…… she wears faded overall jeans over a short sleeved pale pink tshirt w a dog one it and scuffed up chucks. she wears glasses but instead of just taking them from matt she has an actual prescription and is basically blind without them. i literally cannot stress this enough but shes such a nice girl like the team pretty much adopted her as their little sister the moment they boarded the castle ship. idk what else to add on to her!!!! i literally did not put any thought into pidge at all! (endgame lion: permanently green)

- opetaia“HUNK” tuitama: (age: 19 ¾) [bi] hes samoan/black. hunk was adopted and has two moms and three other siblings, all of who are younger than him. im not sure about his fashion other than i KNOW deep down in my heart that he would wear cargo shorts…. i cant find it in me to get rid of his bandana thing so i let him keep it except he uses it to tie his hair up instead of using it as a head band thing….. HUNK in my au is more of a tech freak/engineer than pidge so he handles most of that stuff with the occasional help from pidge (like wiring… she has tiny fingers that can grab the wires easier) hunk probably wears the crocs/sandals with socks combo but just because he loves hearing lance bitch about it whnever he struts into a room. hunk also looks good in his vest so im gonna let him keep that but it looks more modified… like it has a bunch of pockets and stuff to keep bolts and nuts and other stuff he needs to work with.. thats also why he wears cargo shorts; just for the pockets.. (endgame lion: permanently yellow)

also ur probably wondering “if lance is in black and keith is in red and allura doesnt pilot a lion, THEN WHOS PILOTING BLUE????” …….. heh… peep this………..

- ADAM elsammak-althani(thank u mal @fuckvld for ur gorgeous arabic adam hcs..): (age: 32) [gay] i dont have much to say about him other than read mals hc lists and that ADAM LIVES IN MY REBOOT and he also joins the voltron team and pilots the blue lion (i FIRMLY hc that hes a very free/wild spirit and just loves to make jokes and is just.. a really fun guy to be around and obviously blue would open up to him in a SECOND. dont even @ me) (endgame lion: BLUE!)

[sockittome24]

Its Not Worth The Money

My first... Please enjoy. I send them individually to get responses on each story. Best advice is to read the stories slowly and picture them :) Let me know how you like it. Jean                 ITS NOT WORTH THE MONEY     Emily was a beautiful young woman, just starting out on her own. She moved away from her parents, had enough for a down payment on a modest house, and worked to pay her bills. But suddenly she needed more money because of unusual expenses she ran into. The women she worked with were mostly jealous of her. She was 5'4", thin, had light brown hair and big brown eyes. The men all payed special attention to her, and this bothered the other women. Donna wasnt bad looking, but she was still envious of Emily. Emily thought they were friends as Donna acted nice with a professional courtesy. Donna found out from her friends that there was a private gym club which had women's boxing matches. She and her friends went to watch, and saw the champion, Josephine, besting another woman. Jo was a big,strong woman. She was a solid 5'11" of pure muscle. Donna and her friends talked and made a deal with Jo. Emily would get $10,000 if she could beat Jo and $1000 even if she lost. But Jo was to destroy Emily and Jo was ecstatic about it. There was nothing Jo liked better than beating a pretty white girl to total destruction.   The next day, Donna told Emily she knew a way she could make at least $1,000 in 1 night. All she had to do was fight a match with Jo, who would probably beat her...but if she won, she would get $10,000! She was told that at worst she would get knocked out, get a 10 count, and get $1,000 for losing. It didnt sound too bad. If she lost quickly she could get $1,000 for 5 minutes of taking a couple punches.    "In this corner",said the announcer,"is the challenger, at 5'4", 119 pounds, Emily". She had on a white sportsbra and white shorts. The crowd bood her. Donna and her friends were in the crowd,of course. "And now, in the other corner,our champion at 5'11", 160 pounds of muscle,Josephine". The crowd cheered and whistled. "This is a no holds barred fight...anything is allowed. The fight ends when one is down for a 10 count by the referee.   The bell rang, and Emily came towards the middle of the ring with her gloved hands in front of her face to protect it.  Jo quickly surprised Emily with a jab to the belly. She gasped but Jo gave her time to protect herself again. "Come on,bitch. Hit me." yelled Jo. Emily swung her right fist which Jo swatted away like a fly, and threw a right at Emily's left boob. She only had on a sports bra, and the punch definitely hurt her. The blood-thirsty crowd yelled for Jo. Jo rammed a knee up into Emily's crotch area, as nothing was illegal. "Uuuuuggghhh!" Emily didnt expect that and she fell to her knees. Jo threw a hard uppercut at Emily's left eye while she was on her knees. Emily sprawled to the ground, stretched out. "Get her up" Jo yelled at the ref,who lifted Emily by an arm. Jo threw a barrage of punches at Emily's soft belly as she backed her into the corner. Emily's mouth was wide open gasping for air. Jo had an evil smirk on her face. She held Emily's face over her left glove, and her right slashed across Emily's mouth, cutting it. She threw Emily in the corner and put her arms over the top rope.To the crowd's admiration, she pulled off Emily's bra, showing her milky white 34B tits. Jo took her time measuring and threw a hard right at her left tit...and a hard left at her right tit. Slowly and methodically, she threw punches from above, punches from below, and swiping punches from the sides. at her tits. They turned red as they jiggled. They started bruising and some veins came to the surface. Emily was in constant pain, and wanted to fall to the floor and end this, but she couldnt. Her belly was used as a punching bag now, with a few hard smashes to her cunt. She was getting her arms loosened, so Jo threw them back over the top rope and had the ref hold them behind her. The cried loved Emily's crying and whimpering. "More...More...More...Show her what you got,Jo...."The crowd catcalled and cheered and Jo responded well to her crowd. She threw a hard uppercut to Emily's left eye. Her head snapped back and when it came back another uppercut smashed her right eye. Emily tried to plead to Jo.."Please..."but was interupted by a left,right,left combination all at her right eye. Her left eye was blackened, and her right eye was bruised more than the left. A hard right to her left cheek, a slashing left at her lips, and a right straight at her nose had poor Emily bruised and bloody. Jo's strong muscular arms threw a hard combo at Emily's mouth...back and forth, as her head bobbled to the sides. Blood was shooting out from her mouth, her teeth being loosened. The crowd was on their feet. "Yeah!! More,Jo. Beat that bitch!" Jo stood back to observe her handywork and smiled. Emily's bloody face-her chin resting on her chest. Jo slammed a right at her left eye.When Emily's head bounced back her left eye was again hit,this time by a slashing left. A cut over her eye now, Jo slowly threw punch after punch at Emily's left eye as her head bobbled back and forth. Smash. Bam. Crack. Slam. The ref pulled Emily's hair back to left her face up so he could see the beauty of Jo's artwork. Her right eye was blackened, but her left eye was so puffed and bruised,that you could barely see the slits of her eye. Blood was oozing from the bruises. Her mouth was all cut and bloody, and her cheeks had bumps of bruises. Jo grabbed Emily and walked her around the ring showing everyone her handiwork. The ref gave her some water and smelling salts. Jo threw a hard right at her mouth again as a tooth was seen flying from her mouth. She fell,head over the top rope. Jo pulled her off and threw another punch at her mouth as she fell over another side's ropes. The cheering didnt stop. A hard left had her slumped over the third side. Then of course, 1 more for the last side.  She let Emily fall now. They threw water on her and used the smelling salts again. Then Jo stood over her and yelled,"You think we give out money for nothin' bitch?" and she kicked Emily hard in her exposed ribs. Emily tried to say no, but Jo came down hard with her knees on Emily's ribs again. She stomped and kicked at her ribs repeatedly. More blood dripped from her mouth as a couple ribs broke. The ref helped pull Emily up into the corner. Jo stood on the bottom rope and held Emily's head over the corner post. She held her by her hair with her left and her right fist SMASHED down repeatedly all over Emily's broken face, battering her nose, her eyes,her cheeks, and finally let her drop and be counted out.

[waterstar2016]

“The Colours Of Twilight” Part 3

***Disclaimer TMNT is not mine. I created Skye to play in their world.***

Skye was sitting on the rooftop enjoying the warm fall evening. Taking a sip of her tea she turns a page in her book. Sighing happily she thinks ‘Yes, a vacation is just what I needed.’ The entrance door to the garden opened, and April walks out to join her. “Hey Skye, I’m going to be heading to the lair in a few minutes, wanna come?” Skye almost leaped off of the chair “Yes, I would love to go!” April smiles “Grab some workout clothes if you want, Leo mentioned that you should feel free to use the mats if you wanted to.” Skye hurried inside and tossed her shorts, sports bra, tank top and a few other items into a bag.

The two women got into April’s car and Skye turned to her. “You mentioned that the guys were helping Casey with a special assignment tonight?” As April starts the car she says “Yeah, Casey texted me and said that they’ve just about wrapped things up, and they will meet us at the lair for a late dinner.” They pull out of the apartment complex and start heading down the street. April glances at Skye. “I’ve got to do some work on a story for tomorrow, my computer is refusing to save documents right now so Donnie said I could use one of his.” Skye says, “Damn tech. While you’re working I will probably grab a workout, I’ve taken enough rest days.”

They arrive at the lair and April pushes a button on her dash and a section of the brick lifts up allowing her to drive her car in. April parks the car in a designated section and they get out. Skye takes a moment to admire the assortment of vehicles. There was the Tartaruga, Raph and Gen’s bikes, ATV’s and a couple of jeeps. April catches up with her. “The guys have always been incredibly resourceful, and Donnie can make just about anything from scraps. But, since they now actually work with the police department, it’s made things a little easier for them.”

Upon entering the living space the two women see Master Splinter. “Good evening ladies, it is nice to see you both. I was just about to put on a pot of tea, would either of you like a cup? April and Skye spend a few minutes talking with Master Splinter. April excuses herself to get started on her article and Skye finishes her tea while talking with him. She thanks him for the tea and heads to get changed. After entering the Dojo she walks around admiring all the equipment that the guys had. Arriving at the weight section her eyes widen. “Ok, this must be where Raph works out.” There were a bench and a bar that had to have close to 1500 pounds of manhole covers on it. She sputters “Holy shit.”

Skye puts in her earbuds and the sound of her favorite instrumentals fill her head. Putting on her knee wrap on she warms up, making sure to stretch. She hadn’t tumbled in a few days and felt a little stiff. After warming up she starts with a simple combo of cartwheels and flips. Soon her surroundings start to fade.

Casey sneaks up behind April and wraps his arms around her “Hey Babe.” April startles slightly turns to him “Casey, very funny.” Her tone was scolding, but she was grinning. She leans into him and gives him a hug. When she opens her eyes she sees Leo, Donnie and Mikey enter the room. “Hey, guys.” Casey releases her to stand beside her with his arm wrapped around her shoulders. Leo looked around. “Did Skye happen to come with you tonight?” Leo hoped that he didn’t sound too eager. April points her head in the direction of the Dojo. “Yeah, she’s here, she took you up on the offer to use the mats.” Nodding in thanks Leo starts heading to join her.

Leo opens the door to the Dojo and stops. There was Skye in the middle of a routine. He watched her flip through the air and land in a split. She moved like grace itself and Leo found himself admiring her finely sculpted body. She looked incredible in blue. He swallowed, unable to move.

Skye backflips to the edge of the mat and bent over to grab her water bottle. After taking a long drink she takes a breath. She raises her arms over her head and sees him out of the corner of her vision. Her heart starts breathing faster as she wonders just how long he’s been there. She takes her earbuds out. “Hey, Leo.”

“Hey Skye,” Leo said as he managed to pull himself away from the doorframe. Walking towards her smiled. “That was pretty impressive.” Skye grinned. “Thanks.” She paused as she met his gaze, lost for a moment in his blue eyes. “And thanks for allowing me to use the mats, there’s really not enough room on April's roof to really move.” Leo chuckles. “No problem, Skye, you’re welcome to come here anytime you want. Leo tries to avoid looking at her long finely shaped legs. “So, do you have time for a quick lesson?” Skye’s eyes alight with glee. “Of course.”

Leo led her through a few exercises and was once again impressed with her skill. It wouldn’t take long before her fighting skills matched her cousins. Skye was thoroughly enjoying working with Leo. She had also managed to keep the thoughts of what she did last night while thinking about him at bay, mostly. She was glad she was working out, it would give an excuse as to why she was flushed.

Mikey comes into the Dojo, “Heya Babycakes, Leo. I just wanted to let you guys know that Casey just ordered dinner and it will be here in about 30 minutes.” Leo looks at his brother thanks, Mikey. Turning back to Skye he says “Want to pick up where we left off tomorrow?” Skye grins. “Yeah, I’ll be here.” She takes her hair out of her pony and it falls around her shoulders, some of the tendrils slightly curl around her face. “Is there a place I can grab a quick shower before dinner?” Leo points to the back of the Dojo. “Around that corner are shower rooms. I’ll see you at dinner.” Skye nods her thanks and heads towards the showers.

Leo looks at Mikey and sees that his youngest brother is grinning ear to ear. Leo rolls his eyes and starts heading towards the exit of the Dojo, managing not look back at Skye. “What are you smiling about Mikey?” Mikey laughs “Duuuude, I totally saw you spying on Skye.” Leo sputters “I wasn’t spying, I was studying her form.” Mikey laughs. “I’m sure you were bro, I’m sure you were. Leo huffs and nudges his brother with his shoulder. Sighing, Leo shakes his head. He couldn’t wait to work with Skye again tomorrow.

Skye takes the second shower. Walking into the large bathroom she locks the door. She looks around. There was a huge walk-in shower with gray and green tinted cubes of glass that made up one of the walls. Two sinks lined the opposite wall and toilette was nestled into a corner. She undressed and grabbed one of the fluffy towels from the shelf, she hangs it on the hook and walks into the shower. As she’s washing her hair she notices the handrail is crushed in its center and wonders how in the hell it happened.

After dressing and drying her hair a little she heads towards the kitchen. She smiles as she sees everyone gathered around the table, laughing and talking. This was quite the tightly knit group and she felt privileged to be apart of it. April sees her approach and pulls out a chair for her. She sits down and Mikey hands her a plate with a slice of pizza and a generous helping of salad. “Thanks, Mikey, I’m starving.”

Donnie hands her a bottle of water. “Skye, I just want to say again how beautiful your voice is.” Everyone around the table agrees. Skye smiled. “Thanks, guys, I love to sing and I was so happy when Gen asked me to perform at their wedding.” Skye looks away from the group, trying to hide the small jab in her heart as she remembered Josh. “Gen and Raph have something really special. I’m glad they found each other.” Looking back to those around her she smiles.

April nudges her. “So, Skye, Leo said he was pretty impressed with your moves today.” Skye feels her cheeks warm a little. Looking at Leo she sees him smile and nod his head. “Thanks, I’ve been tumbling for a long time and think working with Leo will help me improve even more.” Leo swallows a bite of pizza. “Skye, there’s not much that you need to improve, it’s more reminding your body of the different forms of Karate. I don’t think it’s going to be very long before you could hold your own with us.” Skye beams and her smile makes his heart clench.

Skye takes a few more bites of salad. “So, when I was in the shower I noticed the handrail in there was crushed. What happened?” The room goes silent. Skye wondered if she said something wrong. Suddenly, April breaks the silence by laughing. She’s laughing so hard there are tears at the corner of her eyes. Skye looks at April with her eyebrows raised. April manages to catch her breath. “Okay, alright, I’m done now.” Taking a sip of water she explained, “You see, Raph and Gen, they um, first got together in that shower, and well, Raph’s really strong.” Skye threw back her head and laughed. “O, wow. That’s hilarious.” Leo chuckles quietly and then tries to gain control of the situation. “Yes, I agree it’s pretty funny. Now, Donnie, you were talking about some ideas for a new tracking system?” April rolled her eyes, but everyone accepted the leaders change in topic.

April, Casey, and Skye say goodnight to the guys and Master Splinter and headed back to April’s apartment. April turns in the seat and looks at Skye. “So, you’re going to be training with Leo again tomorrow?” Skye feels her cheeks warm. “Yes, and Donnie is going to show me some of the math he worked out for one of my architectural designs. I’m looking forward to both.” April turns back to Casey and they share a grin.

After Skye left Leo went to meditate. Sitting on the floor her crosses his legs, closes his eyes and starts the chant that has brought him peace so many times. His eyes open and he growls quietly frustration. Closing his eyes once more he willed his mind to quiet. After a few minutes, Leo leaped to his feet and sighed. It was no use. All that he could think about, was Skye. Her confidence and her spirit shone. She was an incredible woman. Could someone like her ever want to be with someone like him? Not having confidence in something was not something that he was used to.

Leo thought back to the dinner and remembered the brief look of sadness that crossed her face when she spoke of Gen and Raph. She had recovered quickly, but the brief shadow that crossed her eyes made him wonder. He blew out his candles. He knew he wasn’t going to be able to meditate, so he headed towards the Dojo. His Katana would be his company for the night.

To be continued...

[flyba3]

Endurance Game

A/N: Idk if this theme fits well together, but I'm gonna go for it anyway　ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ

Genre: Smut, slight angst

Pairing: Reader x Jungkook

Summary: Y/N has been holding out on Jungkook, but because it's him it won't last long. Issa AMBW story!

Word Count: 2308

“Babe, are you ready?” Jungkook shouts as he walks to your bedroom door.

You dreaded today; normally you felt hyped for your couples workout sessions with kook, but today you have boxing class. You've always shown interest in being active, and meeting Jungkook was just the icing on the cake. Ever since you two have been official, his workout schedule became your schedule too. But it was just something about boxing that you couldn't stand… at first. Then, eventually, you grew to understand the sport, and you became some what decent.

“Kook, I'm nervous for today's match.” You told him as you prepped yourself while looking in the mirror. You were wearing black weight lifting shorts that fit perfectly around your chocolate thighs, a black -N- gray Nike sports bra with an all black hoodie showing off your round mounds, and gray socks with blue Nike slides.

“Well, babe… you look great.” He says in a slightly seductive tone following a low chuckle. You could see him walking towards you in the mirror, and eventually felt his arms wrap around your waist. As he starts to trace the tattoo on your hip, Jungkook places butterfly kisses on the right side of your neck.

“What happened to the Jungkook who was bugging me about getting ready an hour ago?” You questioned him trying your best to suppress your moans.

“That was before I imagined your thick chocolate thighs wrapped around my neck with my face buried deep in your cunt.” He mumbles into your neck as his hand gives your breast a final squeeze, before backing off of you. “ I guess you're right tho. We can't be late since we have our matches.”

You and Jungkook made your way to his car, and the ride just consisted of small talk about upcoming projects you both have coming up. Luckily traffic was light today, so the commute only took 15 minutes. Once you arrived to the gym, you felt your heart gradually increase its speed to start pounding against your chest as you got closer to the entrance. As soon as you walked in, you were slightly relieved that you two were one of the first to arrive. This gave you some time to run over a few moves with kook and  your other instructor.

Just as you started stretching, your opponent walked through the door. Amanda Hua. Amanda  wasn't only your opponent in the ring, but she also tries to compete against you for your own man. She’s from the states just like you, so sometimes she'll try to make smart ass remarks under breath in English just to get under your skin. But the real problem is that Jungkook is too stupid to realize that she wants him, or even to realize that she wants to beat your ass. Originally, you didn't have a problem getting in the ring with her, but that was before you actually saw her fight. You must admit that she has good technique, but it just meant you had to work harder.

“Hey, Jungkook. Good luck with your match! And don't forget...I'll be rooting for you.” She tells Jungkook throwing him a wink, and it was obvious her voice was dripping with lust. Obvious to everyone except for Jungkook.

    “Thanks, I'll be rooting for you too, Amanda.” He says forgetting that you'll be in the ring with her.

As she walks past you she whispers something slick to you in English, “ You heard that, Y/N? Kookie says he’s gonna root for me, but not for you? I wonder what else he’ll do for me, but not for you.”

You just give her the bird before she walks away because you're saving for energy for the match. After a few more minutes of stretching, you notice Jungkook looking at Amanda with her ass in the air. And to your surprise, he walks over to her and asks if she needs any help stretching. Then, of course, she accepts his offer, and they start going through stretches together.

You tried not let it get under your skin, since Jungkook was one of the instructors. And to him it was no big deal cause he would act this way with any of his other students, but you just didn't find it necessary for him to stare at her ass. Thankfully, class would start in a few minutes, so this wouldn't last much longer.

After 3 matches, it was your turn to step into the ring.  At first you didn't know if you could pull through, but then you remembered the reason you were fighting. Who you were fighting for… Jungkook. The moment you stepped in the ring, was the moment you faced the biggest threat to your future. As you stood in your corner, you saw Amanda enter the ring. She looked pissed, but still managed to keep that nasty ass smirk on her face she always gave you. It was almost like she was plotting some shit. The reff for your match was Christian, the other instructor.

Once you two touched gloves, it was time to protect your future. She threw a few sloppy combos at you, but she missed all of them. This wasn't like her. But you ignored it, and threw a few jabs at her mainly aiming for her face. After a few rounds you could tell she was getting tired, so you decided to take it down a notch.  But to your dismay, she started going buck wild. She was pushing, kicking, and she was about to spit on you until Christian came in breaking you up.

“What the fuck was that?” Christian asked Amanda as he walked her out of the ring, after announcing that you won the fight by technically.

It was finally Jungkook’s match, and he was nowhere to be found. After a few minutes of wait, you took the initiative upon yourself to look for him. While you walked down the hallway leading to the locker rooms in the back, you hear a thumping noise. Naturally, you went towards that noise, thinking you would find kook. And just as you opened the door, it seemed like everything you were fighting for in the ring all went down the drain.

“Doesn't that feel good, Kookie?” Amanda says as she rubs her hands on Jungkook's crotch with him pressed against the wall.

The scene that you just walked into consisted of Jungkook in nothing but his shorts, and Amanda laced all round his body. Just as you were about to walk in the room, you heard Jungkook about to speak.

“I bet it didn't feel good when my baby girl was destroying your ass. Shit...back the fuck off of me, cause I already got a pussy to destroy when I get back home.” He responds, untangling himself from her dusty ass.

Before either of the notice you, you back away from the door about to pretend you just started walking down the hallway. Just as you approached the locker room door, again, Jungkook walked out.

“Hey babe, give me a good luck kiss before my match.” He says while pointing to his cheek, but instead you tell him it was called off. Then you coldly walk away, making sure to switch your hips.

The ride home was painfully silent, no music...And no conversation because every time he would try to start one, you would shut him down replying with one word answers. The rest of the day you spent in your home office prepping for the upcoming week. Occasionally, Jungkook would come in the check up on you, but he figured you were in one of your moods since your energy hasn't change since the car ride. At 6:30 your started making dinner. By now you had changed into a wine red Floral Lace Bralette Bustier Crop Top and matching panties, Jungkook's favorite. Despite being angry with him, you still enjoyed teasing him.

While you were chopping the tomatoes, you felt a strong muscular chest against you back. When you turned around Jungkook’s lips landed right on yours, but it didn't last long.

“Babe, what's wrong? You've been acting like this all day.” He asks showing a concerned look on his face.

“Nothing, Jungkook. I'm just not in the mood right now. Dinner will be ready in an hour.” You told him slipping away from him, making your way to the refrigerator.

“Y/N, I don't know what's your problem is, but it won't be solved if you keep pushing me away.” He says walking to the balcony.

The rest of the night panned out to be stale, with you eating dinner alone in your office, and sleeping alone in the guest bedroom. If you were being honest with yourself, you would know that you're not still mad at Jungkook. But you kinda find it arousing denying kook. You wanted to see how long this would last, and to your surprise it went on for a week. A week full of cold responses, teasing Jungkook, and built up sexual frustration.

It was 3:00 am on Tuesday morning, and you heard the door creak open. You went to bed wearing a Bordeaux Kimono Pearl Gown which as see through over your silk rose gold lingerie set and you hair in a high ponytail with curls everywhere. But after your little session with you and your toys, you were left in just your lingerie. Before you could open your eyes, you felt your bed dip down by your legs. And eventually your legs were spread open and hooked around bare shoulders.

Jungkook started to lick and press soft kisses against your already wet core. While he pulled down your pantie you heard him let out a deep groan. He took both of his thumbs to open up your lips, and started licking on your clit and penetrating your hole with his thick tongue. After a few seconds of tongue fucking, he went back up to your clit and sucked on it for about a minute. By now you were wide awake and fully aroused. Just as he was about to reach for your purple dildo, you pressed his head further into your cunt.

“How does my chocolate pussy taste daddy?” You moaned as he pushed the dildo into your soaked pussy.

“So.Fucking.Good…” he says pounding the toy into you with every syllable, “But I bet you want this to be daddy's thick cock pounding you instead, right?”

After you didn't respond he pulls out the toy to ask you again. But since you felt defiant you didn't respond the sentence time.

“You wanna be daddy's little bitch tonight, huh? Well let's see how long you can last like this.” He says dragging the dildo to your tightly puckered asshole, and he starts to prod at it eventually easing its way in using his spit and your pussy juice as lube. After hearing your pleas and screams, he gets on his back.

“Baby girl, I know you want to squirt your sweet nectar all over me, but I think I deserve an apology for how you've treated me this past week.” Jungkook says while stroking his veiny cock and pinching the tip to force out some pre-cum. Then he signals you to come to his mouth, and he places the cum from his fingers on your tongue. As you lean in to start a heated makeout session, you replace his hand with his and your small delicate hands start tapping up his dick starting from the base.

“I’m sorry daddy for being such a tease all week, I was just jealous that bitch tried to take you from me.” You tell him easing on his cock about to ride him.

“Fuck! Why would I want her loose, stretched out pussy when I got you.” He says thrusting up into you while bouncing your round chocolate ass on his dick. The view in front of you turned you on to the max. His hair wet with sweat draped over his lust filled eyes, him biting his plump shiny lips, and when you leaned back you noticed that he was fucking you still wearing his sweatpants pushed halfway down his thighs, which was one of your biggest turn-ons.

As you started feeling fucked out, Jungkook picked you up still on his dick and took you the window. From this angle you felt him pound into you G-spot.

“JUNGKOOK, I’M ABOUT TO CUM!” You screamed as you felt his cock massage your inner walls.

“Fuck, baby go ahead. I wanna fill this pussy with my hot cum.” He tells you increasing his pace while sucking on your nipple poking out about the cup of you bra.

As you cum on his dick, one of his hard thrusts makes you squirt soaking his dick and lower abs. After you squirt on him he lifts you completely off his cock and he drops you back on again causing you to cum a second time, and on the final time he releases his cum hard into your pretty pussy while shuddering a bit. After you both deescalate, you drop into a squat and you take his member into you mouth. As you suck on the head you feel a mixture of both of your cum drip from your core. Once you clean Jungkook dick completely from cum, he removes your head with a pop and pulls you up to him; pecking your lips.

“Babe, you don't have to worry about any woman taking you from me, cause you're the only one I want my kids to call mommy.” He cooed caressing you belly before picking you up leaving the guest room and taking you to your shared bedroom.

A/N: ;-; finally finished, now I'm off to finish some hw! -_-

[true-king-of-monsters]

Demon Face and Angel Heart

A/N: Nothing like a week or two long break to get the creative juices flowing.

Chapter 1: Bad Day, Worse Hangover

10 A.M. was the earliest Eren could wake after a night involving a threesome in his trailer.  The layout was littered with newspaper clippings, a box containing a half eaten pepperoni pizza, and his boots laying right beside a mattress while a flat screen TV flickers as it reports the daily news involving a message from a masked man claiming to speak for humanity.

“The demons have been increasing their power for millennia.” he spoke in a deepened voice, “They are on the verge of controlling mankind. Citizens, we have been kept sleeping in a manufactured illusion for too long. We must wake up!”

The TV cut back to a reporter in the news studio adorned with reds and blues and an eagle as its logo. His appearance gave the impression of an older man in his mid-50′s with a horrid combover and a face that was sagging from a presumed heavy amount of scowling at the outside world. 

“The masked lunatic you saw there claims to represent an organization called The Order.”

The tone in his voice was so grating that it managed to actually wake Eren up from his sleep to find himself stark naked except for a necklace that housed a red gem.

Lurching forward, Eren could feel his head pounding away as he tried gaining a sense of what happened last night. All he could muster was a foggy blur in his head. His short punkish hair was complimented by a downward scar on the right side of his face over on his eyebrow. 

“This group has claimed for several serious attacks in recent weeks.” The newsman reported. “He is undoubtedly a traitor and a terrorist.”

Eren cracked his neck as he sat naked in his bed. His back was covered in scratches and in between his shoulder blades was a marking. A circle with three pairs of wavy lines representing wings was then bisected by a sword being driven through the circle. The marking started to glow as his entire body was healed from his scratches. 

Eren saw a bottle marked with a devils appearance and the number 666 printed on the front to his left and grabbed it. The smell of whiskey filled his nose as he leaned back for a sip. On his arm was a note from one of the dancers he took home at the bar reading “Hell of a night. Call us!”

“And I for one am not for the death penalty, so….” the voice kept talking, “there’s only one way to do it; illegally shoot the son of a bitch. This is Bob Barbas, just doin’ God’s work.”

A pounding on the door earned Eren’s attention and a voice urgent in tone was shouting. 

“Eren! Get out of there, you’re in danger!” the voice shouted.

Eren opened the door to reveal a flash of sunlight off the pier and a petite blonde woman in an orange jacket that was splashed with blue sleeves and a blue hood, a stencil sheet rolled up and singed on her back, and a pair or jean shorts complete with boots and knee-high socks . Her face was noticeably a bit paler and in the center of her forehead was a pentagram. The sunlight felt like a flashing grenade went off in his face as he was stared at by the woman.

The mysterious woman was not amused by how she expected things to turn out. She expected him to put on a pair of pants at the very least, but instead she got a very detailed look at his naked body including a stunning six pack, chiseled pecs, and very toned muscles. The back of her head almost wanted her to tell him to turn around so she could marvel at his backside, but this was a time of crisis, not for desires of the flesh. 

“Who are you?” Eren slurred. “What do you want?”

“You were careless.” she replied, “You left a trail. Now he’s onto you.”

“What are you talking about? Who’s onto me?” Eren asked.

“A hunter demon,” she hissed.

A low growl could be faintly heard amidst the chattering people. The blonde woman turned to the ocean and felt a chill run up her spine as a demonic presence grew closer and closer.

“He’s here.” she gasped.

Eren could see a shadowy figure in the water taking form as the skies turned blood red. The people walking along the pier became nothing but walking silhouettes and the Hunter rose from the water. Its face was apish and had a large scar on its face where its nose should be.

“ERrrrrrrRRENNNnnnnn!” The low roar shook Eren’s bones, but he felt no fear. He welcomed the idea of a fight

“He is dragging you into Limbo.” The woman muttered.

“Demon scum.” Eren snarled.

“It’s too late, you’re gonna have to fight your way out.” She sighed.

The Hunter roared out and it was as if the entire pier convulsed in response. Jagged rock formations sprouted from the sea, the floorboards twisted, and pieces of carnival rides floated in midair. Limbo was a realm with its own set of physics far different from the human world and Eren was stuck with only one way out of a nightmare such as this. He needed to fight back.

“Shit!” Eren hissed. “Back in Limbo….Bad day for a hang-over.”

The Hunter leapt onto a rock formation and smirked at what it was aiming to collect. Mundus would offer a handsome reward for any demon that was audacious enough to capture Eren and return him dead or alive.

It reached behind to pull out an enormous grapple gun that was almost the size of an SUV and aimed it right at Eren. One pull of the trigger, and the claw launched forth and gripped his trailer. Eren was lucky to dodge out of the way, but was not exactly amused by how his trailer was caught in the crossfire.

“Get your filthy fucking claw off my trailer!” he spat.

The hunter demon pulled on the grapple gun and the trailer nearly came crashing down on Eren. Eren managed to dodge the impact and dodge the debris in his trailer. Eren’s reflexes allowed him to react to the debris flying around and even manage to put on whatever clothing he could find.

Crashing through the trailer window, Eren landed back on the pier with a gray tank top, black jeans, boots, and fingerless leather gloves on his body. 

The Hunter snarled in annoyance as the demon smashed the trailer midair only to find Eren on dry land.

“Missed.” Eren smirked as the demon plunged into the briny deep. The floorboards spat out a black ooze and a screeching noice came from the liquid. 

Demons made of organic and inorganic parts rose up with clubs adorned in spikes. Their white and black skulls shining in the blood red light gave them a menacing look. These were Lesser Stygians. Known as grunts of Hell’s legions, they lack brute force, but make up for in speed and numbers.

The symbol on Eren’s back started glowing as a sword manifested from the aether. The sword had a name for itself: Rebellion. It was a two-handed longsword with a silver hue with the forward facing edge forming a curved pattern for the guard and a rounded pommel resembling a face. 

“Time for a little Rebellion.” Eren smirked. His technique with Rebellion could best be described as “Sloppy, but highly effective against groups”. 

“You wanna fight?!” Eren spat at the Lesser Stygian charging at him. “LET’S GO!”

Eren swung the blade with a flurry of strikes with less grace one would expect from a man of his stature, but the effective force behind each blow was enough to tear them apart. Eren could feel his heart race in excitement as more of these creatures kept coming and he kept on slashing them down. It was a thrill for him.

Eren felt a light in his eyes shine as he launched three of these demons into the air with no effort, hack away a dazzling combo before landing an overhead blow sending them down to the floor in pieces.

“Slam Dunk!” Eren shouted. He could feel a smile growing with each killing skillfully timed dodge. The fight was heaven to him in Limbo. It gave him purpose.

“Keep coming.” Eren taunted more demons appeared. Eren lurched forward into the group thrusting the blade into one of them. A trillion swift thrusts, and the demon was in pieces. The remaining few attempted to strike Eren all at once, but it was too late. Eren backflipped and ended a few feet away from the swarm and lopped their heads off without even looking.

“Eren!” The stranger shouted, “This way.”

“Who said that?” Eren wondered as he ran along the pier.

In the distance, Eren could spot on a string of lights a bra housing two pistols. One was black and the other one was white resembling Desert Eagles with the grips that were twisted into sharp points and sported a ring shaped hammer as well as engravings near the bore. Their names were Ebony and Ivory. Eren used these weapons many times against demons he couldn’t quite reach with Rebellion, and if it weren’t for them, he would have been dead on numerous occasions.

“My guns?” Eren asked. His thoughts were interrupted by the shakes of the Hunter’s grapple gun smashing into the floorboards. One hard pull, and the pier started to collapse underneath him. He knew he had to make a run for it otherwise he’d be dead sooner than later. Eren leapt across the gaps and avoided trailers crashing down. As he made his way across, a trailer was tilting on the brink of plunging into the deep. Eren dashed as fast as he could to the string of lights and with a flip into the air, he landed on his feet with both guns in his hands.

“Ebony. Ivory. I missed you girls.” Eren purred. Eren turned around to unleash a barrage of bullets without ever needing to reload at the Hunter, but it only managed to barely tickle the monster. The demon smirked at how Eren was hopelessly outmatched from its perspective.

Eren continued on his way for an escape when his eyes caught a light shining. A chubby demon with a cherub design and horns emerged from the light. This creature was a Bathos, and although it looked like a cherub, it was anything but angelic.

“Target practice.” Eren said with interest. “Right on cue.”

Eren fired away at the winged monster, and reveled in how it was helpless against the bullets shredding it to pieces. More of them kept coming, and Eren felt an idea click in his head. Not knowing how he managed to do it, he could feel his guns charging with energy and with a pull of the triggers, two bullets ricocheted amidst three of the Bathos demons and knocked them about before Eren swung Rebellion like a baseball bat causing them to shatter.

Lesser Stygian troops entered the fray to provide the Bathos swarm an advantage as the cherub demons attempted to throw grenades composed of demonic energy at Eren. Eren used Rebellion to knock back the projectiles and the grenades exploded on impact reducing the Bathos to burned pieces. Eren turned to the Lesser Stygian and sliced it in half with Rebellion. The demon was still intact until Eren placed Rebellion on his back and the monster fell apart into two perfect halves.

Eren kept walking along when he heard a voice call out to him.

“Eren.” a familiar voice rang. The blonde woman from earlier was relieved to see him alive. Eren, however was not so happy as he pointed Ebony and Ivory at her.

“Don’t shoot!” she gasped. Her appearance was almost like a hologram to his eyes. “My name is Historia! I’m not a demon” she shouted. Her hands were raised over her head and she tried to keep calm as Eren was pointing two guns at her. “I’m still in the real world. You’re in Limbo.” Historia’s position and motions went unnoticed by the humans waling around. They must have though she was a street performer and went about their way.

Eren put down one of his guns. “How come I can see you clearly?” he asked.

“I’m a medium - psychic- I can phase into Limbo and communicate with you.” Historia explained. “I can see you, talk to you, but I’m not actually in Limbo with you.”

“And if I pull the trigger?” Eren asked.

“I’ll die.” Historia whimpered. “I’m risking my life here for you. I want to help.”

Eren paused weighing his options. He put down his gun and looked at her with annoyance written all over his face. “I don’t need your help.” he snarled.

“The Hunter has dragged you into Limbo.” Historia said. “I can get you out.”

“I’ve been down here before; I know how to get out.” Eren replied. “You fight whatever shitsucking demon dragged you in here.”

“You don’t want to fight the Hunter.” Historia asserted. “He’s not your regular demon.”

Historia walked off to find a way off the pier. Eren placed his guns away as he sighed realizing he’s got not no choice but to listen to her.

“Follow me.” Historia called. “Now!”

Eren started to wander through the debris and mangled architecture of Limbo. “Where did she go?” he wondered as he made his way to a ride spinning out of control. Lesser Stygians appeared from the black ooze and Eren was itching to fight back. 

With a swing of Rebellion, Eren was able to knock one of them onto the ride causing it to explode in a million pieces. The remaining few lashed out attempting to kill Eren, but he managed to dodge by leaping into the air and descending back down with a hailstorm of bullets. The demons then felt the heavy blow of a sword as all four were cleaved into chunks.

The sound of footsteps echoed as Eren saw the Hunter rise up from the sea only to chase him down the pier. The demon lunged forth onto the ferris wheel and something on it caught Eren’s attention. A leather black coat that was faded from years of wear and tear with red interior linings, a hood, and the Union Jack flag sewn onto the left arm was caught flapping on one of the seats.

“Is that my coat?” Eren asked. “How did it get up there?”

His answer would have to wait as the ferris wheel buckled and detached from the support beams and rolled towards him. The Hunter attempted that killing him with collateral damage would be effective against this adversary. 

Eren managed to dodge the oncoming debris and sliced his way through the inner workings of the wheel. A side flip and a nonchalant dodge later, Eren finally had his jacket back.

“Sweet.” Eren smiled. 

The damage done didn’t just affect the landscape in Limbo, but also poured into the real world as well. Raptor News Network had cameras rolling as the ferris wheel smashed through buildings and crushed people in its wake.

“Breaking news - we go live to our eye in the sky.” reported Bob Barbas, “Steve, I can’t believe what I’m seeing!”

Back in Limbo, Eren looked at the ferris wheel moving away and saw that he was now surrounded by a Bathos swarm and several Lesser Stygian troops. Eren was ready for another round of punishment.

The demons attempted to swarm him, but Eren was capable of knocking them around like rag dolls. A well timed shot from his pistols here, a swing from his sword there, and the demons were reduced to severed limbs and husks.

The Hunter, perched on top of a building, leapt to a rock jutting out and aimed the grapple gun at Eren.

“Hey!” Eren shouted. “Get town here and fight!” The Hunter aimed for the floorboards and managed to manifest a hand from the wood. Eren caught a glimpse of a yellow light from inside an attraction house as he dodged the hand grabbing at him. It was his only chance.

Eren used his the reload time the Hunter had to make a move and dashed to the attraction. The Hunter shot and missed, but mange to block Eren off leaving him trapped inside.

Eren made his way up the stairs of the haunted house and went down the hallway. An obvious animatronic sprang forth and made a scream that was unable to frighten even a mouse.

“Get lost!” Eren huffed as he kept running. The Hunter’s arm smashed through the structure to paw at him.

“Oh shit!” Eren gasped as he dodged being caught by the monster. As the rubble collapsed near the hole, Eren made his way to a portrait gallery full of eyeballs staring at him and banked left. His reflection was in the midst of a colossal mirror. Eren walked towards it only to encounter the Hunter right behind the glass as it shattered into pieces. It swung right at him, but Eren was too quick for the beast as he leapt up the wall and landed back down on his feet. Eren drew Rebellion out for the killing blow, but the Hunter attempted an overhead strike with a knife the size of a car. Eren blocked the knife and managed to send the demon crashing into a wall by using its momentum against him.

“Hey! Get back here!” Eren taunted as the demon roared before fleeing away. Eren made his way down a flight of stairs while passing a row of colossal animatronics that giggled like children. Their bug-eyed gaze felt as if they were watching his movement.

“Exit. Good.” Eren sighed in relief as he saw the exit sign before him in a room full of gears and motors whirring about. The gears soon jerked and created a barricade for Eren. “Not good.” he huffed. A Lesser Stygian attempted to swing at him only to feel the crushing blow of a metal gear smashed into pieces as Eren dodged with minimal effort.

More of them kept crawling up and Eren managed to knock the monsters into the gears with a combination of swipes. As the gears moved down, even thought he would be able to escape. However, Limbo always did play by its own rules and the door slid away from him and laid out obstacles for him.

A trio of spinning saw blade gates was the only thing keeping Eren out, but Eren’s speed and agility managed to come into play. 

Eren finally exited the structure only to be greeted by the Hunter’s knife spinning at him leaving a wake of destruction. Amidst the debris was a white long haired wig, presumably from a gift shop, that landed on Eren’s head. Eren turned to a nearby mirror and chuckled at what he saw. His own face with a mop of white hair and bangs seemed a bit silly for his taste. “Not in a million years.” he smirked as he tossed the wig off his head and fired at the monster.

Historia appeared behind him glad to see him alive, but she was concerned about Eren not thinking his way around the problem at hand. His bullets were unable to even sting the monster walking towards him on all fours.

“That won’t work.” Historia said.

“Why not?” Eren asked.

“He’s bulletproof.” she replied. 

Eren was annoyed by how his trusty guns had no effect. Just then, the floorboards began to shake and violently rip apart.  

“There’s a rift up ahead.” Historia called to Eren.

“A what?” Eren asked dodging the debris.

“It will take you back to the real world. We’ll come back for the Hunter.” Historia exclaimed. 

While other humans ran to safety of the mainland, they had no idea what was going on in Limbo. Buildings began to tear apart and levitate, rocks jutted out like teeth, and a large monster was chasing after Eren. Historia made her way to the exit after seeing Eren stop at a halt as the Hunter used its grapple gun to create a barricade trapping him. 

“Okay, then.” Eren hissed. “Let’s fight.”

“Eren, wait!” Historia cried out as she threw a molotov cocktail at the Hunter. Her aim was impeccable as it managed to his the beast in the face causing it to shriek in agony as the flames blinded him.

“It’s working.” Historia chirped. “You can fight him now. It won’t be easy. Hunters are brutal fighters.”

“So am I.” Eren replied. Eren readied his guns and aimed for the wound on the Hunter’s face. A storm of bullets was enough to send the monster snarling in pain and lash out. 

“Eren, can you still hear me?” Historia cried out while witnessing from the real world an ape-like creature attacking Eren with a knife the size of a taxi.

“Yeah, I can still hear you!” Even called back dodging its swiping blows.

“Attack its face!” Historia cheered on.

Eren leapt pinto the air and swung away at the beast’s face. The pain was unbearable as the monster collapsed in agony. Eren struck back harder as the monster fell down.

“Oh, you feel it now, don’t you?” Eren taunted.

The Hunter scrambled back up and gained its distance. It blew out a black cloud of smoke and threw its blade at Eren in the hopes it would carve him in half. Eren could hear the spinning dagger coming and blocked it with Rebellion. The impact was then redirected towards the monster knocking it out as well as dispersing the mist in the process. Eren hacked away at the demon until it finally was too exhausted to even move.

“Game over.” Eren snarked.

“Son….of Grisha……” The monster spoke.

“Son of who?” Eren asked.

“You have been found.” it growled. “You are dead, just like your whore mother.”

“Whore mother?” Eren asked. “I don’t know my mother, but if you’e calling me a son of a bitch, you wouldn’t be the first!” Eren felt the anger drive his blade into the creature’s skull as it made a wet cutting noise. The resulting act managed to bring Eren back to the real world as the blood red skies became gray and cloudy once again with buildings smashed or burned by fire.

“My mother….” Eren muttered as he collected his senses. “I barely remember her…” A blurry memory stuck out in his head of him as a child. A beautiful woman whose face was obscured gave him his necklace. It was all he could muster. 

Hours passed and Eren walked along the beach roads where cop cars zoomed past him. A black car rolled up past him driven by Historia herself.

“Are you okay, Eren?” Historia asked. 

“How do you know my name?” Eren asked back.

“My boss knows you. He wants to meet.” Historia replied with a small smile. “Please. I helped you back there.

“I didn’t ask for your help.” Eren hissed at her. He looked to see the cop cars zooming past him only to reconsider her proposal. Either go with her or spend time in jail. He decided the former would be much more rewarding compared to dealing with cops all day and signaled her to drive him to her boss.

“We know all about you, Eren.” Historia said as she drove off with him. “I’m with an organization called The Order. Heard of it?”

“Something to do with that masked freak on the net?” Eren asked.

“That’s my boss.” she answered.

“Wonderful.” Eren sassed. “Can’t wait.”

The Raptor News Network was broadcasting on the enormous screen outside the news tower. 

“We’re just receiving reports of a terrorist attack that has taken place at the Bellevue pier in the western district of the city.” The voice was none other than Bob Barbas himself covering the damage brought about by Eren’s fight with the demons. “Police are asking the public to remain vigilant - further terrorist attacks could take place anywhere, any time, and when you least expect them.”

Inside of the Silver Sachs tower, Mundus and Lillith watched the news report unfurl on a screen bigger than a couch. Mundus himself was pleased by how things have turned out despite a Hunter having been killed in action. 

“We have your scent, Son of Grisha.” Mundus smirked. “Now it’s just a matter of time.”

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Nyquil’s Pre-T passing/euphoria tips for small&lanky scruffy transmasc people (2021 ver)

(keep in mind these are based off of my preferences and goals so what is validating to me might not be for others)

- I snatched a bottle of lash/eyebrow serum from my sister, and I've been regularly using it on and off for several months on my eyebrows and upper lip, and while facial hair is not one of my transition goals, I think it helps in a slight way. Now, I already naturally have thick eyebrows and dark hair, so this just may be me mistaking my natural hair growth for serum growth, but its worth mentioning. 

- sports bra+tank top combo underneath a too-big open Hawaiian shirt, a typical transmasc outfit but lord does it help. ( I recommend darker colors for tank tops, it makes curves/ tits look less prominent it my opinion)

- I like my fat fucking ass I have no complaints there

- I LOVE making my hair more scruffy and messy looking, which may seem counter productive, but the “I honestly don't give a shit what my hair looks like” is surprisingly euphoria inducing. I achieve this look by using a flat iron to vaguely assemble curls, then over the course of a few minutes to hours it turns into a complete organized mess, which I personally LOVE. I grown it out slightly more in the back, not a mullet but almost, let the rest of my hair hang normally it its intended length, and my bangs are only trimmed when I can’t comfortably see or style them. 

- Clunky bracelets/rings are occasionally worn to distract from my skinny wrists and hands.

- I wear some make up sometimes to accentuate features. I'm not a Makeup Person, but basically I use a darker eyeshadow to make my eyes look slightly deeper set, as well as to make my cheeks look less round and like That. I put a slight bit of red under my eyes idk it just feels right. sometimes I make my eyebrows look a little thicker. 

- Big Fucking Boots ( PERSONALLY I don't like Doc Martens/their imitations because 1. people like to think I'm a lesbian {I <3 lesbians}  and 2. I just don't really like the style??)

- Don't dress for cis approval, dress how makes you feel more passable.

- bigger chain-like necklaces are a good option, I personally wear my pendant ocarina everywhere I go idk sometimes I think it makes me look more masculine but I might just be mental

- I KNOW i KNOW you want to slouch to hide your t*ts but trust me, its not always good. I personally recommend keeping your shoulders back more and trying to stand a little taller/confidently. 

- Old spice wolfthorn deodorant 

- surprisingly baggy windbreakers are nice to wear

- turtleneck underneath a t-shirt, might make you look like a early 2010′s nerd-type character but meh... unfortunately I  live in a very hot climate so I don't wear this very often 

- Be careful with baggy jeans, I will not elaborate 

- Be careful with what haircut you get... sometimes a too short haircut makes u look like a pinhead I'm so sorry but it just happens sometimes if you have a small frame, also who said transmasc ppl cant have long(er) hair? thats right nobody. 

- Lastly, just kind of experiment with different styles, sometimes a feminine or pastel style will actually make you feel gender euphoria, sometimes looking like a cursed entity will, sometimes looking like a condemned fallen angel will, sometimes looking like a 2009 emo boy will, sometimes looking like a burnout archaeologist who has seen unspeakable horrors will, sometimes its looking like a witty faerie, sometimes looking like Just Some Dude will. Idk

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I was tagged by @twothirtyams

FINALLY got around to it HERE:

Nickname(s): Energizer Bonnie. Bon Bon. Bon. The Bonster. Babe (Jake literally has called me Bonnie less than 20 times akdjakanan).

Gender: Lady gal. Tbh I would be agender because I just don't care but along that same vein I just don't care enough to explain that all the time/insist on pronouns. So. Respect to y'all who do. ✌

Height: 5′6″ (I'm the tallest woman in me or Jake's families but also like. Why am I not 5'11"+ akdjakajaj Kaylor's impact….)

Time: 5:47p CST

Where I'm from: Dallas, Texas. (I would specify the suburb but nobody outside DFW seems to kno lol.) Living in Austin, Texas for 21 more days though...

Hogwarts house: SLYTHERIN. Through and through. When I took the quiz at like 15 and got put in the opposite of Gryffindor I cried. But like. Now, I cannot imagine ever not identifying with everything about Slytherin. The ~dark side~ has never ever been appealing to me - I didn't even have an "emo phase" (I thought MCR was scary even) lol but. Ambition and cunning? Hell. Yes. Also Merlin was a Slytherin so. Dab.

Favorite show: Parks and Recreation has taken the top spot for yeeeears - but now it is tied with Crazy Ex Girlfriend. (I base a lot of my identity on kinned TV characters akdjakaj but ANYway.) 30 Rock close 2nd. Breaking Bad/Better Call Saul are 3rd, shockingly. Bojack Horseman an unfortunate 4th but I kin Bojack in a negative way. Always, ALWAYS stan Avatar: The Last Airbender at #5. I have too many to list tbh lol so just check my TV tag.

Favorite animal: So preface: I only like female animals. Akdjakaja. JUDGE me as you WILL. BUT. Other than hyenas, female animals don't RAPE. SO! ANYWAY! Bunnies at a hard #1!!!! 🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰 Alligators, sharks, dolphins, elephants, horses/ponies, cows, pigs (lotta livestock akdjakajaba), cats, opossums, cheetahs, big cats in general, GIRAFFES (KK……) - I love animals a lot (from a sanitary distance akdjakajaj)

Favorite band/artist: I will not even count the obvious answer because that isn't fair. Other than her: Paramore/Hayley Williams, Ariana Grande, Lorde, Hayley Kiyoko, Halsey, Bastille, Troye Sivan, Harry Styles/One Direction, Rush (hate you Jake…), the cast of Hamilton and Crazy Ex Girlfriend.

…

...you can't judge me.

Song stuck in my head: Well I'm currently listening to Kung Fu Fighting akdjakaj but other than that Love Kernels has been stuck in my head for OVER A WEEK!!!!

Last movie I saw: Uhhh….tbh I really do not watch enough movies??? Honestly, it might have been Endgame?? God I am sad akdjakakja. Watched Crazy Ex Girlfriend 3× since June tho akdjakana

Last thing I Googled: murphy texas fourth of july concert

Other blogs: I've got a SHIT ton of saved URLs, but other than my temp hiatus blog @kaylor and its side blog @marvelousmidgesusie nah. Too much effort.

Do I get asks:Absolutely not. Never have never will akdjakajaj I'm good with it now.

Why this URL: Not to be like. Dramatic. But. After getting a canon URL previously and receiving 0 validation from it, I started this blog under the guise of like. Having just...a fun URL I can change whenever just to enjoy. So, when the lyrics were leaked, I jumped on this bitch because it was fun! And I'll probably change it again once Lover releases.

Number of blankets: Oh my God. Over 10. Too many.

Followers: Little over 125 I think.

Following: Idk. Maybe 200?

Average amount of sleep: I have been working pretty hard to make it at LEAST 8 - but that never fucking happens aidhakan 7-6 usually and it makes me MISERABLE.

Lucky number: 187, and any combination thereof. I know. Weird. But. On birthday turning from 7 to 8, July 18th (7/18), I decided that was the best day of my life, and that was my number. Do I remember anything about that birthday? Absolutely not. But. The number stuck. It shows up in my life a lot. From random (187 on a bus or on a utilities panel driving by), to mildly interesting (my license plate just has 718 or reblogging/liking things that equal combos of the numbers a lot), to really freakin' weird (the number my mom has had for almost 30 years ends with 0718, my Jake's birthday just happens to be August 17th 8/17). So. Idk. I just wike it.

What am I wearing: Tee from a coffee shop, A&M workout shorts, sports bra, crap underwear, and my heart on my sleeve.

Dream job: For my entire life, it was working in film, most recently being an editor. But within the last few months, in a dramatic turn of events, my ideal job would be doing what @tree-paine does: being the publicist of clientele in media, music, film, sports, maybe even politics. Idk.

Dream trips: Jake and I have an elaborate dream of traveling down the Alps from Frankford to Austria to Switzerland to Mulan and ending in Verona. Additionally, I am desperate to take Jake to NYC, LA, Boston, and San Fran. Would love to visit almost every hotspot in the US (Chicago, Atlanta, NOLA, Southwest, Pacific Northwest, Disneyworld, Colorado, Alaska, etc). Also VANCOUVER, lots of East Asia, lots of Europe, Giza, Jerusalem, South Africa - but I have literally never been out of the country and am TERRIFIED of flying let alone over the OCEAN. UM. I just want to be well traveled man lmao.

Favorite food: LOTTA shit I am NOT picky, but tops for sure: cinnamon rolls, cheeseburgers, pizza, mac n cheese, blueberries, pasta in general, sushi, and Jake's aglio e olio/veggie nachos.

Instruments I play: Lol. As if. I spent almost $300 on a keyboard but have been too depressed to try. Maybe someday. Have also been dying to sing for 23 years…

Eye color: Very, VERY light blue. Whenever I am in public, people lose their SHIT on the daily when they see my eyes. But for me like. Blue eyes be creepy. Lmao. I really want green/hazel eyes but like. W/e. So it goes.

Hair color: Naturally this dark, awful shade of ash blonde. But I've been coloring my hair since middle school, and for the past 5 or so years it has been a natural ginger copper. I dye my brows too, people think it's really because I am such a cracker ass white gal akdjakanakan

Aesthetic: Check my "aesthetic" tag lol. Idk. Peach/salmon tones. Farm animals. Florals. Dresses with sneakers. Women. Taylor Swift lyrics over pastel backgrounds akdjakaj. BUNNIES. Shots with a lot of negative space. Mornings and coffee and eggs and pancakes. Waking up next to Jake. Texas hill country. Cowboy boots worn right. Snow. Christmas. Idk. Just like. Look at the "moodboards" tag too akdjakaj.

Languages I speak: English, do you see my lily white ass akdjakajaj. I can speak Spanglish well enough to get through a transaction or vaguely pick up words but that is IT. Would love to know Cherokee, Korean, German, and whatever the hell Australians are saying tho.

Most iconic song: One time, I had a dream that I wrote my senior thesis on why the song "Red" was on the level of modern icon/classic as songs "Don't Stop Believin'", "Livin' On A Prayer", "Smoke On The Water", etc. I was insistent the opening notes were on the same level as "Immigrant Song" aodaajakaja. And I was SO passionate about it I WOKE UP CRYING AKDHALAJAKKAAJ.

Anyway.

OTHER than that, this is 100% subjective and to me personally but: Tim McGraw because those opening notes are just nostalgic as hell; Out of the Woods because when that leaked I was just starting to get back into TS and I put on my headphones and covered myself in a blanket and closed my eyes to be fully into it and oh my God...it was immersive, I will never forget that feeling; IV Sweatpants by Childish Gambino, because it was the MOST PLAYED SONG OF 2018 on our Spotify akdjakajaj; My Shot/Wait For It from Hamilton because they have both inspired and driven me to feel like I can take on the fucking world; and A Diagnosis from Crazy Ex Girlfriend because it changed my life and I have listened to it more times than I can count.

When I created this account: A few months ago. I am changing my person this year, and starting fresh with how I present my online persona was an important part of that process for me. But I have been on Tumblr on various accounts since 2010/11 lmao.

Best memory: Getting moved to the front row at my first TS concert, the 1989 Tour; so, so many things with Jake, years of memories; getting my bun; reconnecting with Sarah; a lot of SXSW 2018; my 20th birthday.

Best pun: The first thing that comes to mind is a post I reblogged earlier about how Lyra from The Golden Compass does not have a moral compass in the metaphorical sense and I said, "I mean. She has a compass. She quite literally very much has a moral compass." I thought I was funny lol.

Random fact: I finally got diagnosed with BPD! And I've lost 20+lbs this year (getting healthy, it's a good thing)! My closet is color organized by item!

I tag:

@kayspiracy @jake-from-state-farm-school @toastedcoconutchips @vagabonds-and-troubadours @grizzlybairparty @thefuckingstory @pictureofsoph1sticatedgrace @his-dark-memerials @taylorswift

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Sensoria savvy apparel looked into: A huge amount of running information at your toe-tips Can a couple of associated socks and a brilliant bra truly up your running game?

Wearables are winding up noticeably more typical, yet savvy attire—ostensibly the most wearable wearables—remains to some degree cloud. Sensoria Fitness was one of the principal organizations on the savvy garments scene, and now it has a group of brilliant socks, shirts, and bras implied for the individuals who are not kidding about wellness. The $199 savvy socks have sensors implanted in them to gather running information, and the $139 brilliant bra has an implicit heart rate screen perfect for heart rate zone preparing. While brilliant attire may appear like an easy decision for wellness buffs, execution is vital: do these keen pieces of clothing increase the value of preparing to be justified regardless of the cost? What's more, would they say they merit purchasing rather than different wellness trackers that gather the same details?

Outline: Comfortable, yet a touch of humiliating

Sensoria did its best to plan its shrewd dress as traditionally as could be expected under the circumstances. The socks look genuinely basic at first look, aside from the thumb-sized strip appended close to the top with the attractive hubs that associate with the modules. This strip is made of an adaptable, elastic like material, and it's sewn into the texture of the sock so as to move and twist alongside whatever is left of the article of clothing.

The socks are delicate, and regardless of the possibility that you can see where the string meager filaments and sensor sheets are by the sewing designs, you can't feel them while wearing the socks. The "material circuit board" that is inserted into the texture associates with the top strip so it can share movement information to the module. Sensoria's logo is sewn into the foot of the sock, and each has a "left" and "right" marker sewn into the highest point of the texture covering your lower legs.

The modules are white, half moon-molded gadgets that embrace your lower legs when they are appended to the sock. Each accompanies a restrictive charger, and they'll keep going around six hours on a solitary charge. There are little lights toward one side of the module that change shading to demonstrate its battery status, so you'll have the capacity to see when you're running low.

All things considered, the whole system looks irregular when you put it on. Envision knotty looking dim socks with white lower leg wrist trinkets on every that don't completely cinch around your leg however only sort of stay there, suspended by magnets, as you run or walk. I tried to wear long jeans to cover this circumstance to extra me any odd looks in the city or at the rec center. Shockingly, the modules do stay put while strolling and running—I was anticipating that them should fly off from the steady movement, however the magnets kept them set up. Additionally, every module weighs short of what one ounce, so I scarcely felt them connected to my lower legs, and they didn't overload the socks by any means.

The keen games bra is entirely standard. It's an all-dark article of clothing with cathodes within the strap that embraces your middle, simply under the bosoms. On the front of that range is the Bluetooth part of the screen that can be snapped on and off the bra. It's fueled by a coin-cell battery, so you won't need to charge it, and it just should be supplanted at regular intervals or something like that. It's additionally not generally on—in the same way as other trunk straps, you have to wet within terminals before they touch your skin and after that the screen will be on and discoverable through Bluetooth. At exactly that point will you have the capacity to match the gadget to the application, so don't be frightened (as was I) when the application gives off an impression of being not able identify the monitor.The sports bra comes in three sizes, and you'll need to examine. Sportswear, particularly first layers, tend to lay tight against the skin, and this bra is the same. The band around your trunk where the heart rate screen falsehoods is the most cozy region of the whole article of clothing, so it was somewhat hard to slip over my head at to start with, however it wasn't so tight to make me awkward. The men's form of the bra isn't a bra by any means, rather it's a sleeveless shirt with the same implicit heart rate trunk strap. It turns out the bra is moderately new—the organization began with the shrewd exercise shirt for men and afterward extended its line to incorporate the bra.

Highlights: Everything you didn't think about your feet

Sensoria's socks and anklet combo track everything without exception you'd need to think about your running abilities: rhythm, pace, calories, remove, steps, landing and contact data for both feet; the rundown goes on. In case you're outside, the application utilizes your cell phone's GPS to delineate course and track rise, climb, and plunge. As it were, it resembles Moov Now in light of the fact that the attention is on your running strategy and how you can run better with a specific end goal to meet your objectives. Additionally like Moov Now, Sensoria's voice mentor is extremely useful at keeping you on track. A few people dislike to have an arbitrary voice toll in when they're in order to high-vitality running music, yet for somebody like me who has dependably experienced issues running with legitimate frame, the voice mentor let me know when I was slacking.

One idiosyncratic component is the application's virtual "shoe wardrobe." When you start another run, you have the choice to pick which shoes you're wearing from your storage room or add new shoes to your gathering. You can look for the brand name and sort of shoe you happen to game and tell the application which estimate you wear. While it doesn't appear to add any additional details to your exercise, it is a cool element to have for the individuals who are not kidding about preparing with exceptional or particular gear.When you have the games bra matched with the application, it screens your heart rate while you run. Since it can associate with different applications like Strava, Runtastic, and Endomondo, the bra gives you more adaptability than the socks since you're will undoubtedly Sensoria's application. In any case, there's no tech going through the texture of the bra as there is in the socks—it just screens heart rate. Since it's a trunk strap screen, it pumped out truly steady readings of my heartbeat notwithstanding when it rose to levels higher than 160 bpm. I could check the ongoing estimations from the Sensoria application through a little heart symbol that shows up at the highest point of the landing page, too.Sensoria Fitness application: A super basic application for all your details

Sensoria's application for iOS and Android is the place you begin runs, audit advance, and change settings. Its outline is particularly in accordance with its physical items, brandishing a dark, dim, and lime-green shading plan, clean typography, and practically zero ornaments. The landing page of the application has two feet—your two feet—up front, with a begin catch in the middle of them for when you start an exercise. Over the feet is an "interface wellness gadgets" catch, which just shows up if it's your first time paring the modules with their separate socks or if the modules are out of Bluetooth range from your telephone. At the base of the page sits a toolbar with symbols for notices, movement details, and virtual mentor settings.

At initially, I needed to keep the application on my cell phone's screen while I kept running on the treadmill since it was entrancing to watch. The feet on the application's landing page shine in warm and cool hues to demonstrate the weight you're putting on your feet as you run. It's all continuously, and it's fascinating to watch how you convey weight on your feet, since it's not a view you typically get the opportunity to see anyplace else. Obviously, unless you're amazingly planned, I would not prescribe viewing the application while really running or running, since that is an awesome approach to get truly harmed.

The uttermost symbol on the privilege of the toolbar controls the virtual mentor, which addresses you while you're finishing an exercise. You can alter which announcements you need to get, similar to separation, length, current pace, and heart rate, or which elements of your running structure you need to find out about amid your exercise, for example, rhythm and craved foot landing.

One of the keys to a successful voice mentor is having the capacity to control how frequently he or she converses with you, and fortunately you can set how regularly you need to hear announcements from Sensoria here also. The voice mentor will toll in at whatever point you're accomplishing something not in accordance with your objective, for example, arriving on the wrong some portion of your foot, yet it will adhere to the time allotment you pick when it refreshes you on your general status. In case you're tuning in to music from iTunes or Spotify, the voice mentor just brings down the music volume when it has something to say.After you have a few runs added to your repertoire, you can check the warnings and movement details tabs on the landing page to survey your advance. Warnings are basically the notes the voice mentor gives you all through an exercise—for instance, my mentor Mara trained me a couple times to change my foot arrival to coordinate my objective, and after I completed the process of running, "heel landing" was noted in the notices tab a similar number of times she taught me to switch it up. I was a little freeloaded by this since I initially thought the notices tab would give me pointers on the best way to enhance my execution going ahead as opposed to being only a diary of guidelines I had officially listened.

The movement details tab records the majority of your recorded exercises, giving you a chance to see the information from every one separately. Recorded information incorporates heart rate, rhythm, pace, calories, remove, steps, height, rising, drop, and additionally landing rates and contact milliseconds for your left and right feet. Tapping on a large portion of these details uncovers a reference diagram of your advance all through the length of the run. Everything is shown flawlessly and minimally in the application, so I never ended up hunting down particular information.

At the upper left corner of the landing page is the menu symbol, where you'll discover connections to your profile, objectives, shoe storage room, warnings, and the sky is the limit from there. It's standard, and I didn't invest excessively energy in the menu page, yet you can check for anklet programming refreshes from the menu, which will be essential if and when Sensoria pushes out any new elements. There are additionally connections to instructional exercise video.