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Training Wheels | Coriolanus Snow | iv.

Your mother's macabre work never appealed to you as you always preferred the comfort of your books, but when her apprentice takes a special interest in you, your safe, quiet world is flipped upside down.

Warnings: DUB-CON, NON-CON, Gaul!Reader, Shy Reader, Manipulation, Parental Neglect, Drinking, Peer Pressure, Hazing, University set, Loss of Virginity, Dumbification, Insecurities, Abusive Relationship, Degradation, Suicide Attempt

This is a dark story. Heed warnings before reading under the cut.

𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

“Oh, do you mind if we take a little break?” Clemensia asks almost as soon as you’ve begun working on the task she gave you. You blink, a little confused as your gaze roams across the table. There’s still so much to do. You’re not sure if the girls are just that slow but it’s clear that it will take at least a few hours to get all of it done.

But Clemensia is in charge of the ball committee. You don’t picture yourself telling her what to do or how to do it. After all, you are an outsider. A foreign element infiltrating their ecosystem. You have to play by their rules.

If they want to take a break, who are you to argue with that?

You begin to rise.

“Oh, a break, sure…”

Clemensia’s lips pinch as you try to follow them. “It’s just that…we’ve been doing this for so long, all by ourselves. I even broke a nail.” She pouts, showing you her hands. “But it needs to be finished today.” She nibbles her bottom lip and sighs, eyes pleading yours. “If no one stays behind…”

You mull it over. While you’re not thrilled over the idea of working on the decorations by yourself, you did just get here. You suppose you could hold the fort while they stretch their legs…or whatever Clemensia and her friends like to do when they hang out.

“I guess I could stay,” you concede.

Clemensia flashes you a broad grin.

“You’re so sweet,” she chimes. “Thank you. We won’t be long, promise. Ten minutes tops.”

You shrug and return to your chair. Ten minutes. That sounds reasonable. You pick up the scissors and start cutting more of the tree shapes.

“No problem.”

But one issue arises.

The promised ten minutes expand into thirty. Then an hour. Then two. At first, you don’t let your mind dissect it too hard. It’s a stupid thing to overthink, isn’t it? A silly thing to chop into pieces until your mind bleeds with doubt and insecurity. You surmise it was more of an approximation. People do that all the time, say something while meaning another. At least you believe they do. Besides, you find ways to keep yourself busy, even getting started on the sparkly globes lying on the side of the room. You figure out how to use most of the tools on your own and get wrapped in your own bubble of quietness.

Silence is a familiar companion, the one constant that never judged you, never asked for more of you. In your Silence, you get to be you. Nothing more; nothing less. So you let yourself sink in its warm, snug embrace.

Still, somewhere in the back of your mind, thoughts meander passively… What is taking them so long? You steal a glance outside the window. Orange and purple hues are already bleeding into the sky, a sign of the evening nearing its end.

You retrieve your pocket watch from inside your skirt. A frown wrinkles your brow. At a time like this, you would usually be home, curled up with Walter on your bed as you go over your notes for the week. It often takes you hours just to decipher the course transcripts.

“Wow, you did such a great job,” Clemensia whistles from behind you.

You gasp and whirl. All smiles, the girls fill your sight.

They approach the table and examine some of the decorations you put together on your own. Realization sweeps through you as the fog of your thoughts clear. It didn’t hit you before, not until you absorbed the current state of the crafts table, brimming with the results of your solitary labor. You’ve been busy. Spinning crystal balls, pine cones, silvery garlands and a heap of snowflakes meant to hang on the walls and ceiling. Clemensia admires your handiwork, seemingly impressed.

A little peeved, you point out, “I mean…had you guys even started? Most of the decorations needed to be cut, glued or assembled…”

“I have delicate hands,” Livia sighs, examining her manicured nails.

“I’m very slow, sorry,” Ivy says apologetically.

Your frown deepens. Was this whole thing a setup? You sacrificed precious time to be here and you shudder to think the entire purpose of your presence is some kind of childish prank.

Coriolanus’ words echo in your mind. He argued the girls weren’t like that and that they left the immature tricks back at the Academy. You truly want to believe that none of this is designed to embarrass you, that perhaps, again, all of this is in your head. But your aching fingers, sore from doing crafts most of the afternoon, suggestotherwise.

Unleashing a sigh, you gather your satchel and head towards the exit.

Clemensia obstructs your path, holding up her hands in apology.

“I know we should have been back earlier. I’m so sorry. We ran into the Dean and it turned into a whole thing.” She seizes your hands, remorse twisting her pretty features. “I feel so horrible. I invited you so we could do it together as friends.”

Your shoulders slump. As you soak in the look of genuine contrition on her face, doubts lurk inside you. Your confidence about being the victim of some prank wavers. Perhaps, you overreacted. Incidents happen. Besides, the chances of you joining Clemmie’s committee are slim, as you’re already swamped with assignments. A promise was made and you kept it. But this likely will be a one time thing. School dances are at the bottom of your priority list right now.

So you discard it all with a wave of your hand and a contrived smile.

“It’s okay. No apology needed. It’s not your fault.” You note how much darker it’s gotten outside. “I should go back home though. It’s already so late-”

Clemensia stops you again, her hand tightening around yours as she offers excitedly, “Wait, you should come to game night at Liv’s.”

“What?” Livia snickers. Clemensia shoots her a withering glare and the blonde clears her throat, correcting herself, “I mean…yeah, you totally should come.”

You fidget and adjust the strap of your satchel. You may have heard whispers of those game nights. Mystique surrounds them as only a few chosen people are invited to attend. You, of course, were never invited. And it isn’t hard to gather how Livia feels about you coming from her reaction. Why force your way into places where you aren’t wanted?

“I’m already behind on my revising for the day. If I don’t go over my Molecular-”

“Boring,” Ivy sings sarcastically.

“Don’t be mean, Ivy,” Clemensia scolds, elbowing her in the rib.

Clemensia tilts her head, her tone turning beseeching.

“Please…I really want to get to know you better.” She huffs out a long breath as she seems to sense your hesitation. The brunette leans closer, hands clutching your forearms. Sympathy twinkles in her onyx orbs. “You know, I used to be a lot like you. Always striving to be the best at everything I do.” A hollow giggle slips through her lips. “It’s how I got in trouble with your mother actually…I wanted to win so badly and she decided to teach me a lesson.” Sadness pinches her delicate features. “But by always striving for greatness, you miss out on life. I learnt that during the Games...”

“...Surviving isn’t living.”

She studies you before saying, “And it’s what you’re doing, isn’t it? Surviving.”

Eyes on the ground, you chew on your lip. You never imagined someone like Clemensia Dovecote - the most beautiful, popular girl at the University - could feel this way…let alone relate to you.

“Clemmie…”

She hunkers a little so your eyes meet.

“Come on, I really want to make up for today.” She laughs. “Show you I’m not a bitch.”

“I don’t think you’re a bitch,” you say.

She places her palm on your cheek. “See? You’re so nice. That’s why I want us to be friends.” She bends over your ear, the words she mutters almost too quiet to be heard, “I can barely stand those two on most days, but appearances must be kept.”

Your gaze swings upward, shock pulsing through you.

She beams at you. “It’ll be an intimate gathering of just a select group, close friends. We play cards, chat, and have a few drinks. That’s it.”

Your forehead creases.

“I don’t drink.”

Squeezing your shoulders, she assures you, “Then I’ll make sure not a drop of alcohol passes your lips. Promise.”

“It’s casual, I swear. You can even leave early if you want.”

This grabs your attention, as you aren’t sure you’ll make it through the night without craving to return to the safe, familiarity of your apartment. The potential for escape makes the offer far more enticing.

Obviously, Clemensia cares about you showing up. While you don’t fully grasp why, you also never had anyone go out of their way to spend time with you. During the Academy days, everyone avoided you like the plague, either finding you odd or fearing you were as terrifying as your mother. The University doesn’t seem much different so far, groups having already formed from previous camaraderie. Bonds that were forged years ago and cemented over time while you endured in the back of the class. The forgotten one. And you always figured it is the most you can aspire for. Being ignored and left alone.

Until now.

“Really?”

Clemensia’s smile widens.

“Yes. You can stay as long as you want and leave.”

“I don’t have anything to wear to a party,” you muse, pursing your lips. Your tiny, limited wardrobe has always prioritized function over fashion. There are your Academy uniforms, a few loose, unflattering clothes you rotate between. A single formal dress more suited for a funeral than a game night. Nothing impressive because you never had anyone to impress.

You also have no sense of fashion, the trends shifting too quickly for you to keep up. So you’ve stopped trying to.

“Don’t worry. We’ll figure something out,” she chimes. “The girls and I always get ready at each other’s house anyway. And you’re one of the girls now.”

You peer down at you and Clemensia’s entwined hands. One of the girls. No one’s ever spoken about you that way. As if your mere presence made something better, uplifting it instead of leading it to its ruin. As if you were solid, more than a wisp of air, a waste of breath. As if you mattered. So, despite the sizzling weight of Livia’s blue eyes on you, you smile back at Clemmie and give a bashful nod.

Your eyes feast on every detail of Clemensia’s living room as you enter her home. Her parents’ apartment is every bit as large and opulent as you imagined. Every exquisite detail screams wealth. The unabashed, showy kind that stoked the embers of bitter unfairness in the Districts, leading the Capitol to where it is today. A city risen from the ashes. Your attention lingers on the expensive artwork exposed in glass cabinets. A lot of it appears to be memorabilia from before the war. You’re willing to bet the combined value of every overpriced trinket in the house could feed an entire District. Paintings of Clemmie’s illustrious ancestors hang over the damask walls, their stern stares seeming to follow you. Almost as if they were ready to leap from the eroded gilded frames and berate you for being an intruder in their family home.

Clemensia tugs you along.

“What are you dawdling for? Come on,” she urges.

You trail behind her as she takes you to her bedroom. You smile when you see it. The somber, tasteful hues are so very her. The hinges of her wardrobe whine as she opens the large, wooden doors. A vertiginous row of clothes crowd your sight. You gawk, a little amazed but also slightly terrified. Who needs this many clothes? A sour expression scrunches her features.

“I know,” she sighs, placing a hand on her hip. “This is a little embarrassing. Most of these are soo last season.”

You tilt your head at her dizzying collection of shoes, clothes, accessories…the kind a legion of girls would kill for.

“Right,” you blindly agree. Nevermind you can’t even tell the difference. You glance around. “Shouldn’t Livia and Ivy be here too?”

Her brow twitches as she sits on her massive canopy bed. She pats the spot next to her and you awkwardly plop down. The plush silk and soft mattress dip under your weight.

“We decided to meet later,” she reveals. She pauses, a heavy sigh fluttering through her painted red lips before adding, “Besides, I told them to be nicer to you and they got upset and pretended not to know what I was talking about.”

“I’m sorry,” you mumble.

She waves her manicured hand dismissively.

“No, don’t be. This isn’t your fault.” Clemensia licks her lips, her face etched with reflection, as if she were assessing the weight of her words before releasing them. Her hand settles on your arm.

“Look, here’s the thing. Livia’s had a crush on Coriolanus since he returned and they had a sort of fling.” Your mouth drops open. This is news to you. You didn’t catch any hint of lingering longing between the two back at their lunch table. But now that you’re mulling it over, perhaps…Perhaps, Livia’s eyes kept seeking Coriolanus’, while his treaded their own path, never crossing hers. “Things were going pretty well...for a little while. But then, you came along.”

Your brows furrow. “What does this have to do with anything?”

Clemensia’s bell-like laughter resonates in the room.

“God, you’re a sweet thing…just like Snow said.” She beams at you. “Don’t worry. Liv will get over it. She’s all bark and no bite, trust me.”

Her attention travels to the dark fabric peeking from your bag.

“What’s that?” she asks, pulling out the garment.

“The only dress I have.”

She inspects it with a displeased frown.

“Were you planning on wearing this?” She shakes her head as your mouth clamps shut. “Oh, this will not do.”

She takes your hand and drags you to her wardrobe. Brow wrinkled in concentration, she rummages through a numberless heap of garments.

“I have some clothes that my cousin left,” she explains while frantically searching. After a while, victory flares in her orbs. She unhooks a sleek, crimson dress with a tight bodice and flowing sleeves from a hanger. She holds it against your body, chiming, “She’s about your size so they should fit you.”

“I can’t accept this, Clemmie.”

You attempt to push her hands away but the brunette shoves it in your arms, insisting on you at least trying it on. You press the soft fabric between your fingers. It’s more revealing and form-fitting than you’re used to. You gather it would cling to your body like a second skin…one you aren’t used to wearing. Still, you must admit that it’s a lovely dress. One that could look good even on you. Temptation claws at your resolve, digging deeper and deeper grooves, right into every insecurity you ever had. That thing other girls had that always eluded you. That little secret you were never privy to. The key to that door that never opened. The dress is the key. And you find yourself unable to resist turning the lock to find out what secrets lie beyond that mysterious door.

Beneath Clemmie’s eager stare, you remove your clothes and slip on the dress.

Smug satisfaction hovers on her lips as you peer at your reflection. Words fizzle out on your tongue. You are looking at a complete stranger.

Clemmie rests her chin on your shoulder. “See? I knew it.”

She then has you sit at her vanity to help you do your makeup. Do your makeup…The words sound alien even in the private confines of your thoughts.

As she draws a neat black line over your eyelids, she says, “It hasn’t been long since makeup’s returned to the Capitol again. It used to be near impossible to find.” When she’s done, she turns you towards the vanity mirror. “Those colors will bring out your eye shape and color.”

The air leaves your lungs in a quick rush. You lean closer to the mirror, once again in disbelief that you are truly looking at your own face.

Fingers twisting the delicate fabric of the dress, you pivot to Clemmie.

“Why are you so nice to me?” you blurt out.

Her eyes widen briefly before her expression softens.

“You remind me of me.”

Confusion surges through you. There is an ocean of glaring differences between you and Clemmie, one you couldn’t swim through if you tried.

“What?”

“Believe it or not, I wasn’t always this confident.”

Your brows knit, Clemmie’s statement making little sense. If confidence wore a face and had a name, it’d be Clemensia Dovecote’s.

Gripping your shoulders, she turns your focus back onto your dolled-up appearance.

“Alright. Look in the mirror, what do you see?”

You blink. You see a girl playing dress-up, pretending, but you don’t utter those words aloud. They sound lame, even in your own head.

“Nothing,” you tritely respond, dipping your head.

She lifts your chin, moving her head to disagree.

“That’s where you’re wrong.” Her eyes twinkle. “I see infinite potential. So stop selling yourself short.” Covering her mouth, she laughs. “His jaw is going to drop.”

“Whose jaw?”

She smirks at you. “You know whose jaw.”

Heat sneaks inside your face.

You fidget in the chair. It’s not like what he thinks matters, right? He is no one to you, just that boy with the unsettling blue stare who won’t leave you be for some strange reason.

So why is there a tiny shiver of excitement coursing through your veins when the thought of him seeing you like that permeates your brain?

A vigorous gust of common sense sweeps away your wayward musings.

You don’t care what he thinks. Of course you don’t.

“I-It’s not really my style,” you stammer as you get to your feet.

The sparkle in her onyx orbs doesn’t waver.

“Sweetheart, you don’t have a style yet…so how would you even know?”

“Shouldn’t we be at Livia’s already?” you ask, hoping to steer the conversation in another direction.

She considers you as if you were the most endearing thing in the world. She grabs your hands. “Here’s another rule. Never be on time for anything.” A haughty smirk creeps upon her red lips. “Make them wait for you, not the other way around.” She cocks her head. “One of the things about confidence is knowing that you are the sun, and standing in your orbit is a rare privilege.” She scoffs, “People should feel lucky you even bothered showing up.”

She approaches you and touches up parts of your hair, visibly elated with the result.

“Perfect,” she trills. “Like I said…potential.”

She herself finishes getting ready. As you absently meander about her room, the doorbell chimes.

Clemmie pauses as she applies powder on her face. She sets aside her makeup tools and escorts you to the lobby, arm threaded with yours.

“Must be our chauffeur,” she states.

Your eyes round. “You have a chauffeur?”

She cloisters herself in cryptic silence, humming as she drags you along.

When the brunette swings the door open, a towering, familiar figure darkening her doorway, time hangs still for a few seconds.

Your mouth opens wide enough to catch flies.

A smug smile unfurls on his lips.

“Angel,” he greets, gaze locking with yours as he completely ignores Clemmie.

Her sharp irritated tone shatters the spell.

“You’re late, Snow.”

Coriolanus snickers.

“As if you’re ever on time.”

You trail behind Clemmie as she and Coriolanus keep bantering, his presence still swaddling you in sheer shock. When she tries to take the passenger seat, he drapes a placating hand over hers.

She rolls her eyes and begrudgingly heads to the back of the car.

He opens the car door for you. Recalling the fruitlessness of arguing with him, you climb into the seat. Still, saying you feel awkward riding in the front while the brunette is sulking in the backseat would be a massive understatement.

Few words can accurately describe how peculiar all of this is for you.

“You look surprised,” Coriolanus notes as he takes his own seat and slams the door shut. Your heart misses a beat when his hot breath caresses your earshell. “I did say I’ll take you anywhere you want to go.”

You look down at your lap. Breathing is laborious, the air in the vehicle coated with the lingering smell of his pricey cologne. You are literally choking on Coriolanus Snow with every breath you take.

“Will you just drive, Snow?” Clemmie snaps, crossing her arms.

“Relax. Patience is a virtue,” he says, not sparing her a glance, zeroing in on you instead. The drumming of your heart swells to an uproar in your ears when he reaches across your body. You hold still while he ties your seatbelt for you. Blue eyes rake over your form in brazen appraisal, his deep voice lowering. “And good things come to those who wait.”

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astraystayyh · 1 year

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i love anything to do with domesticity with skz

Mundane activities you'd enjoy with SKZ!!!

Chan : painting your nails together

i can't stop thinking about how excited chan was to draw little shapes on his nails :,)

so one day when he sees you bringing out a bottle of nail polish, he asks to paint your nails for you

you blink at him and he starts fiddling with his ear nervously

he's like "nvm" but you giggle, pulling him by the hand towards the floor

you both sit in there and he places your palm on top of his knee

his tongue would poke against his cheek in concentration and you can't help but kiss him because he's so ADORABLE

which in turn becomes a kiss after each painted nail

he's so proud of the finished product

he's clapping all excited and he looks so endearing this way

you make a mental note of asking him to paint your nails more often

you paint his nails in return and now you are sporting matching nails

so cute

Minho : cooking with him

You love cooking with Minho

You don't do it often because you are both busy

but when you do have time it's one of your favorite activities together

you move seamlessly around each other in the kitchen

you don't talk lots because you are busy with your own tasks

but your hands brush against each other

and he places his hand on your lower back to grab the pan next to you

or you kiss his shoulder quickly while you're on your way to the fridge

just subtle touches here and there,, like a silent "i love you"

sometimes when you are tired, he makes you sit on the countertop while he cooks for you

you rant about whatever's bothering you and he hums, offering advice when needed

and you also liked watching him cook

he looked very beautiful in his element

and it was always gratifying to eat something you both prepared together

Changbin : bringing you a glass of water

now this might sound so silly

but Changbin is very adamant on making sure you are healthy

and i see him bringing you a glass of water throughout the day and not leaving till you drank it all

like you'd be watching tv and he's suddenly in front of you with a glass of water

or you're just brushing your hair and he's like DRINK!!!!!

or he'd place one on your bedside so you'd drink it first thing in the morning

he might also buy those 3L bottles with encouraging words on them

and whenever you finish drinking he'd grin so brightly

and he'd plant a big kiss on your lips

"you are me so take care of yourself" type of energy

Hyunjin : brushing your hair for you

when you are tired or sick, the thought of brushing your hair is just draining

and hyunjin picks up on your low moods

when you leave the shower and you just sit on top of your bed staring at nothing

hyunjin comes up behind you, hairbrush in his hands

he'd place soft kisses on your shoulder blade

before gently sectioning your hair and brushing it

he'd be so careful while untangling your knots

making sure not to hurt you

when he's done, he'll loosely braid it for you

before peppering your face with kisses

he's just so gentle :(

you'd brush his hair too for him

and when you are done he'd lay his head on your lap

and you'd run your fingers gently through his hair

while he dozes off because your touch is so calming to him

Han : midnight errands

running errands with han at night is just so fun

you both go there with no list planned

you just pick up whatever seems appealing to you

because you are too lazy to cook dinner but you are also hungry

so you'd start placing random food items onto your cart

you'll eat them while watching movies later

will sooo play rock paper scissors to see who'll pay

he always looses too

he WILL whine but he actually doesn't mind

he loves paying for your food

when you are done, you'll climb onto the supermarket cart

and han would push you around while you giggle so hard

then it's your turn to spin him around

until he's begging you to stop because he's so dizzy

always ends with him giving you a piggy back ride home

while you clutch the bags of groceries in your hands

you'd sing on your way home as if you are both drunk

but it's just the giddiness of your love for each other

Felix : cutting up fruit for each other

When felix starts gaming he's just gone

like expect him to be in his own world

sometimes he loses track of time and he doesn't eat for hours

you started cutting up fruits and bringing them to him in a bowl so he'd snack on them

the first time you did it he blushed so hard because he appreciated the sweet gesture

then it became a habit of yours

he started pulling you onto his lap

so you'd both eat the fruits together while he games

you'd feed him pieces while eating some too

then he picked up on this habit of yours

and now whenever you are studying/working too he'd place a bowl of fruit on your desk

he then kisses your forehead and goes on with his tasks

it's just your silent way of taking care of each other

and you both appreciate it a lot

Seungmin : folding laundry together

You'd make a little date out of it

bringing the basket of clean clothes to the living room

and starting up a cheesy drama

you'd fold your laundry while watching the show

legs crisscrossed on the couch and your thighs pressing agaisnt each other

and you'd both make comments about how cringey the main character is

but you still love watching

it was your way of spending more time together

sometimes you'd turn the tv show off and you'd tell each other about your day

ranting about whatever went through your mind

i also imagine you starting silly debates while folding the clothes

like "is it cereal before milk?" or "do you wear both socks before putting the shoes on?"

it'd be your little personal unwinding moment

and you started to look forward to it each time you did laundry

Jeongin : putting on skincare together

this man slaps toner 7 times to his face I'm still not over it ANYWAYS

you'd both meet up in the bathroom every night

your skincare would be nicely lined up

and then you'd both start doing your respective routines

while a random song plays in the background

it will turn into an impromptu karaoke because the bathroom has a nice echo

he'd tease you for your voice cracks and you'd roll your eyes at him

but he really looked forward to these moments with you every night

he knew that whatever happened throughout the day, he'd be there with you in the end

sometimes when Innie is tired, you apply his skincare for him

"7 times? really?" you ask him amused and he nods, "yeah that's why my skin is so nice. keep up"

if you are ever too tired and you end up crashing on your bed directly

he'd be there with a makeup wipe

gently removing makeup from your face

and placing tiny kisses on your nose

he's in love your honor

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pandorasworkshop · 8 months

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🌕The Bedrooms of the Moon Signs🌕

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Okay so the moon rules the fourth house which is the house of comfort, mother and the home. So looking at people's moon signs is a great way to grasp what their bedroom may look like or what they feel comfortable in. Disclaimer: aspects other fourth house placements and what house ur moon is can affect this.

Moon in Aries: neat and organized or veryyy chaotic, they may have a little corner of their room dedicated to an interest of theirs. Some friends have dumbbells in their rooms as well. Whatever house their moon is in may show be more prominent in their room. Do you guys know those pretty minimal rooms on Pinterest (not the beige) thats what this placement reminds me of and also very chaotic rooms where there are collage walls.

Moon in Taurus: they payyy attention to the little things, they know what they like a value being comfortable, some of my friends with this placement spend a little more on their rooms to make sure everything is up to their standards. Usually have nice bedsheets too. Think nice fabrics. Most likely to have a mini fridge in their room. Their rooms always have a luxurious undertone even if that's not their aesthetic.

Moon in Gemini: techy room three friends of mine have an Alexa in their room and two have a record player. May spend money on gadgets for their room. Naomi Campbell has this placement and her house is literally the shape of an eye. Most likely to focus on lighting in their rooms (led, sunlight lamps, fairy lights). Lot of kpop fans with this placement. Could have multiple journals or sketchbooks all around their room. Tall windows.

Moon in cancer: they like being cozy, literally every single person I know with this placement has a veil hanging from above their bed. Ambient lighting and the starlight projectors. Appealing to all the senses to feel comfortable is important to them. May use candles, diffusers, or incense. Stashes food in their room. Weighted blankets. If they aren't doing well their rooms show their emotions. Most likely to have stuffed animals on their bed.

Moon in Leo: whatever hobbies they have you WILL absolutely know once you step foot in their room. One friend of mine with this placement is a guitarist has seven guitars/banjos/bass hanging on her walls plus pedals and amps all her posters are of bands. Another friend is an artist she paints and likes to bejewel stuff those shiny rhinestones are EVERYWHERE and her walls are painted with her art. Another friend is a nail tech/makeup artist all the tables In her room are filled with supplies and makeup. Look in the cabinet oh more nails. I feel like these placements pets love to hangout in their rooms as well.

Moon in Virgo: their rooms tend to be very organized. Many influencers online who tend to do those organized videos tend to have this placement. Most likely to have one of those carts that wheel around and are a container. Two friends with this placement both have veryyy coordinated bookshelves. Bullet journal and they may have lots of pretty pens. Anything they buy for their room is always useful. Tend to be plant parents as well and a friend and my cousin with this placement both have a yoga mat surrounded by plants. HIDDEN CABINETS. You can tell where they are mentally through their rooms. Really polished rooms even without trying.

Moon in Libra: may have had to host people a lot in their rooms so their rooms have multiple chairs. Their room either looks straight out of a catalog or there is clothes thrown EVERYWHERE. May have a specific area in their room they get ready in. May have framed photos of their loved ones or Polaroids. If they get flowers from somebody they may incorporate them into their room decor by putting them in a vase or drying them. Libra is ruled by Venus so their rooms always like pretty and almost refreshing.

Moon in Scorpio: every single person I know with this placement is metal/goth 😭 really living up to the stereotype. But Scorpio rules the 8th house and 8th house is about secrets, occult and obsession. Many of my friends with this moon placement when they have it they reallyyy lean into their aesthetic. All five of my friends have their walls covered with things and a typically goth aesthetic they really lean into. Something though I feel like is not talked about with Scorpio is their lighter side. Scorpios sister sign is Taurus and Taurus is very light. Both of these signs can embody one another. A girl on tiktok has a Scorpio moon and Venus and her room is very coquette but her walls are still covered with all sorts of things and she really leans into her style.

Moon in Sagittarius: might have a lot of funny things in their room or just plain out strange things. A friend with this placement has road signs all over his room, a random urinal(don't ask me how he got it idk), life size Bigfoot cutout, and a singular poster of the movie white chicks. Another friend with this placement is really well traveled and she has all the cool souvenirs from all over the world and collects them, she also has a few of those educational posters that are pretty.

Moon in Capricorn: antique but not antique in the way Pisces can be. Lots of nice wood furniture, maybe a bit of a masculine undertone with neutral colors. Moody style and coloring. Capricorn is the sister sign to cancer so their rooms are also very cozy. Whimsigoth or academic. Neutral colors or colors that are darker in shades. Knit blankets remind me of this placement. Leather reminds me of this placement as well. Think of retro made new.

Moon in aquarius: do you guys know those blue/white futuristic technological themed rooms people have on tiktok. That's what this placement reminds me of. People I know with this placement tend to have nice ass pc set ups. You may like to sleep in the cold so they can be extra warm in their blankets. Rooms may be more minimal. Nice wallpaper with celebrities who have this placement.

Moon in Pisces: Antiques but in that almost magical way. Women on tiktok with this placement have these beautiful gold gilded mirrors. My friend has this gorgeous antique wardrobe. Most likely to thrift their decor. Florals remind me of this placement. If this person is really religious or really spiritual then you'll know when you go into their room. One of my friends is Christian and her room is filled with beautiful antique crosses. Another friend is Hindu and she has a nice altar in her room. If this person is a smoker they might have decor that relates to that. Witch friend has a lot of themed decor like moon shelves and a whole bookshelf dedicated to her craft. Pisces rules twelfth house which rules religion, substances, and spirituality. Pisces is also the oldest sign.

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theemporium · 9 months

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could you write something where the marauders are tired of seeing you and Remus pinning each other down with long stares and small smiles and decide to arrange a blind date? Love your writing 💓

thank you!! and thank you for requesting!🖤

“C’mon, it will be fun!”

You sighed. “Lily, I don’t know—”

“When have I ever let you astray?”

And she had a point, but that didn’t make her suggestion anymore appealing. You had assumed today would be one of your usual catch ups, cups of coffee in your hands as you sat underneath a tree near the lake. It had been a tradition every Saturday that started back in your third year of school, and you had yet to break it.

You should have known something was different when Lily asked to meet an hour earlier, a glint in her eyes that should have been your first warning.

Now, sat across from the redhead, you realised what she had up her sleeve. Since the moment she took her place across from you, she had been all but begging for you to accept a blind date planned by her. You were sceptical. Hell, you didn’t want to do it all. And there was one reason why.

“Lily, you know—” But she interrupted you before you could continue.

“Yeah, yeah, you have fancied him for this many years and blah, blah, blah,” she rolled her eyes before shooting you a look. “Are you ever going to tell him?”

You blinked. “Well, no.”

“Then what’s the harm in one date!” Lily countered, grinning like a devil. “I’ll give you the choice: either tell Remus how you feel or go on this one date.”

You glared at her. “You’re evil.”

“So I’ve been told,” she shrugged shamelessly. “So, which one is it?”

“Fine,” you sighed as she cheered. “When is the date?”

“Tonight!”

Around two hours later after Lily had dragged you back to the castle to change into something more appropriate, you found yourself making your way towards Hogsmeade for this blind date.

You were nervous. Not even nervous, you were ready to spill your guts and bolt the first chance you got. You don’t do blind dates. You barely do dates themselves. And here you were, about to walk into the Three Broomsticks to meet a date who you didn’t know anything about, except Lily telling you that ‘you’ll know when you see him’.

So, imagine your surprise when you walked in and the other person remotely around your age was none other than Remus Lupin himself.

You stood in the doorway, blinking at the sight of Remus sitting in one of the booths, his fingers nervously tapping along the table as he muttered away to himself. He glanced down at his watch, before he lifted his head to look towards the door—and then he saw you.

Remus saying your name snapped you out of your daze.

Your body moved on its own accord, taking each step closer and closer to the booth he was sitting in before you paused right in front of him. You looked at him, really looked at him, and it all clicked.

“You’re here for a blind date,” you stated as a fact, not even questioning him.

“I—” he paused, his brows furrowed together. “Yeah. Yeah, I am. How did you know?”

Lily, you little meddling minx.

You gave him a strained smile. “I’m your date.”

Remus’ lips parted to make an ‘o’ shape.

Your stomach twisted when he fell silent and you quickly took a step away from the booth. “I’ll just go,” you said quickly, your nails digging into your palm as you did. “This was a mistake—”

Remus’ eyes widened and he quickly scrambled up from his seat, his knees hitting the table as he did. “No!”

You paused. “No?”

“No,” he breathed out, his cheeks flushing pink as he flashed you a shy smile. “I…I’m glad it’s you.”

Your eyes softened. “You are?”

“To be honest, I thought James and Sirius were setting me up,” he confessed. “I thought this was just some ploy to get over you.”

“Get over me?” you questioned.

“Yeah,” he blushed. “I, uh, kinda fancy you.”

“I kinda fancy you too,” you admitted, something in your chest tightening as you watched his face break out into a wide smile.

“Do you think that means I can tempt you to stay for a drink?” he asked, a little more confident.

But you just grinned back. “Yeah, I think it does.”

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hanasnx · 2 months

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too bad i forget.

MINORS DNI 18+ NOTES: takes place during s2e2 where annie, abed, and troy break into a lawyers office | not sure how i feel about this bcos it was stuck in my head and i felt like i was trying to fit too many things in but whatevs

“You guys!” you exclaim, stamping your foot in frustration. “I’m the smartest one in the group and all I’ve been used for is bait and distraction.” With each angry bounce in place—conveying your mini temper tantrum as you complain—you hadn’t realized your chest rippled from the impacts of your stomps until their eyes drifted and remained there. Both Troy and ABED NADIR watch your curves move under the thin material of your form-fitting dress, and you scoff in offense. Your arms cross over, veiling your cleavage and breaking their trance. Finally, they meet your gaze as you frown at them. It’s humiliating enough to be looked at like a piece of meat, but you would’ve never expected that behavior from Abed.

A little later, it furthers still when you lift a box of files to prop open the door. Your little heels don’t stay under you when you crouch, sliding to a sit on the floor with your legs folded out on either side of you, and your ass jiggles from your firm landing. Embarrassed, you squeak, and whirl your head around to face the boys, checking if they caught your blunder. Troy has his back turned, but Abed’s unabashedly watching. His eyes follow the deep arch of your back, how your ass fans out sat against the floor, your smooth legs tucked in a most exquisite way. It shocks you enough to idle as he tilts his head. Only when you scramble up, face hot and deeply colored, does Abed return to his task of searching the computer for evidence. Hastily, you dust off your outfit, and make sure it’s not exposing more than it already was. Briefly, you remember the way he scanned you, and you feel a disappointment you didn’t let that linger a little longer.

You and Abed aren’t a thing, but you know how upset he sounded when he heard Jeff had kissed you that night, after the dance. The big reveal right in that study room had him practically storm out after verbalizing Jeff’s blatant disregard for human decency. It was mortifying to say the least, you’d never seen Abed so upset. His voice had a subtle edge that you may have never noticed if you didn’t spend so much time with him. Additionally, there was that one time that Pierce had described you and Britta as—what he believed to be—your most identifying features: one of you was “flat-ass” and the other was “the one Abed wants to nail.” One million questions had flooded your head all of them having to do with the latter. Another time was pottery class, and you hadn’t realized it in the moment, but sculpting a defined phallic shape accidentally had caught the eye of both Abed and Jeff. Running your wet hands up and down the shaft of the clay had brought them both to pensive silence as they observed your graceful movements. All this evidence kept piling up to explain Abed’s strange behavior tonight, but you keep denying it.

You keep denying it right up until you can’t take it anymore, right up until you’re back at his place, straddling him. Your lips against his, you find him oddly stiff. The kiss itself isn’t unpleasant, but you can feel his hesitance. Or maybe he’s just nervous, manifesting in rigid movements. Nevertheless, you find it appealing. A guy who gets worked up kissing strikes your fancy because you’ve always imagined yourself as the one to take it slow. It’s refreshing that he’s beating you to it. Your dress is cascaded over his pelvis, and his head is propped up on the armrest of his couch. Sweetly, he’s returning your kiss the best of his ability, even parting your lips with his when he slips you a glimpse of tongue.

You pull away to speak, but he interrupts your path. “Did I not do it right?” he asks, but his tone is characteristically devoid of concern. Instead, it’s calculative, as if he’s been measuring your enjoyment inside his head and is surprised to have been incorrect just now.

“Oh, you’re doing fine.” you reply with a relieved grin, clutching onto the front of his shirt. “I just wanted to say…” You lean down, pecking his willing lips. “you could… you know, touch me a little.” Those hands of his have been faithfully laying atop your thighs this entire exchange, and he glances warily down at them. So you help him. “Like this.” You palm the backs of his hands and gently glide them along your body, riding up your dress as they come to sit at the space right above your ass. Searching his eyes, you can see a glint of enthusiasm pass through them, and then those curious hands invite themselves to take a generous grope of your backside, incidentally rutting your core against the crotch of his jeans. You exhale, disbelief mixed with pleasure, and you could predict he was gonna say he saw this move in a movie once. Didn’t give him the chance though, pressing your chest against his to recapture his lips.

Strangely forward, Abed experimentally rocks you. Shallow jostles back and forth which is not at all what you expected from him. It’s unnerving until a twang slips from his lips, “Gonna ride me like a cowgirl tonight, huh?”

It becomes clear. You can tell he’s getting nervous treading into unknown territory, and falling back on a reference you don’t understand playing a character you don’t know is a way to diffuse that. “This is not a movie, Abed.” you chide.

“Sorry.”

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melobin · 6 months

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✧ oral with ricky and gyuvin ✧

this is a continuation of this post for oral with jiwoong, hao, hanbin, matthew and taerae

this includes giving and receiving

✧ ricky

giving

ricky absolutely loses himself when he eats you out, his nails leave little crescent shapes in your thighs from how harsh he’d be digging his fingers into your skin. likes using one hand to open you up so he can flick the tip of his tongue over your clit, very fond of the way you squirm at he sensation because he knows it’s barely doing anything to please you and it’s just teasing you. mostly always trying uses his fingers on you at the same time, flicking his tongue in rhythm with his fingers curling up, it becomes painfully obvious to you every quickly that ricky knows exactly what he’s doing and he’s not ashamed of it.

receiving

ricky is a head pusher rather than a face fucker. will sit on the sofa with his legs spread so you can kneel between them, pushing your head down on his cock so you’ll take more of him in your mouth, hand gripping your hair quite tightly so he can have full control over your movements. uses it so he can bob your head on his cock and make you gag on him, pulling you off of his cock so he can look at your fucked out face with spit falling down your chin and your eyes watering from how deep he went down your throat. absolutely adores cumming on your face, will always pull out of your mouth so he can cum on your face.

✧ gyuvin

giving

gyuvin very quickly finds himself loving having his head between your thighs. you taste so good and he can never get enough of you. likes how you just melt on his tongue, always presses his face against so he can have you as close as possible, nose against your clit as his tongue fucks itself inside of you. literally gets drunk off of the way you taste and smell, he’s the definition of pussy drunk when his lips are on you. he really wants you to try sitting on his face even if it’s just once, he isn’t too sure on how much he’d enjoy it but the idea of your thighs squeezing his face as he sucks on your clit sounds so appealing. he loves it when it happens, digs his fingers so hard into your skin that marks are left behind but that’s the least of his concerns. all he wants right now is for you to cum on his tongue :(

receiving

sweet boy absolutely loses his mind when his cocks in your mouth. tries not to but usually ends up cumming quite quickly, he gains the ability not to though. multiple edging sessions with you taught him how to hold off his orgasm for as long as possible. gets a little giddy when you let him fuck your mouth, tries to not rush into it but always ends up holding your hair and fucking your mouth quite roughly. always feels bad after. but when you assure him it’s okay, suddenly the sight of you with teary eyes and spit around your mouth is the most erotic thing rather than worrying. he’s quite vocal during it too, feels so good, too good, so much so that he can’t help but moan out for you.

#✧ melody posts #zerobaseone smut #zb1 smut #Ricky smut #gyuvin smut

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p3nislawd · 3 months

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sex as hidan's girlfriend. | hidan

EXPLICIT NSFW CONTENT

contains : afab/fem!reader, hidan is mean, hidan is a loud bitch, degredation, dumbification, choking, teasing, hidan curses a lot, oral m on f, vaginal sex, masochism, slight exhibitionism, fingering fem!receiving, size kink, roughing, spanking, possessiveness, tit play (?)

when you started dating hidan, you knew from the get go how significant sex was going to be in your relationship, from how often he masterbated (before you two were together) and how often he verbally expressed his needs.

but you never really thought about the specifics of sex with him.

obviously, hidan was attractive. he was in great shape, had a pair of glittering magenta eyes, the mouth of a sailor and the sex appeal of a god. you had thought of him fucking you senseless more than once, but your imagination was nothing compared to the real thing.

hidan fucked you slow and lazy. sometimes. he made you do all the work, watching you ride him in reverse cowgirl, your back to him as he kicked back and eyed the sight of your sopping pussy, struggling to take his length. “fucking whore," he'd laugh, twirling your hair around his fingers and admiring your ass as you'd whine, begging him to help you finish. "so dumb on my big cock, huh?"

he was mean, calling you names as he had you splayed out in front of him, ass in the air on his mattress. "bitch knows her place know, right?" he'd coo, mocking you with a smirk as he rubbed his large palms over your ass. he'd stick a thumb in your ass just for fun, watching your squirm before he'd take it out just as fast and land a smack on your right cheek. "who the fuck said you could move?"

he was such a tease, too, pressing his hard on against your ass in the middle of the base. you'd whine, and he'd laugh at you, calling you a bitch and groping you in front of his friends. they would call him gross-- his response would always be a teasing; "aww, you just wish you were the one fucking this pussy, huh, asshole?" he'd press his hand against your crotch, feeling your breath pick up and your underwear get soaked through as his coworkers watched with flickering eyes, levels of eagerness all significantly different as you grabbed hidan’s forearm, stiffening. you had started to turn around to face him when he lifted his hand from your body and turned on his heel, walking back to his room and leaving you horny in a room full of his teammates. and of course, every time, you trailed after him, whining and complaining about how much of a tease he was, digging your nails into his skin and tugging his hair just to hear him hiss in pleasure, knowing it still wouldn’t make him cave into your begging.

some days, after particularly rough missions of your own, you’d wake up to his head between your thighs, licking and sucking down on the skin right before your pussy, just to wake you up. when you’d question him, groggy and half asleep, he’d tell you a muffled; “shut up, bitch. doin’ you a favor.” you’d scoff, call him a brat and squeeze your thighs tight around his head, just enough for him to feel a sting of pressure and pain that made his dick stiffen in his pants.

sure, it was nice of him, but he was such a teasing bitch that it sometimes just took so long. long enough for you to take off your panties on your own, yank his silver locks with both hands and shove his face into your cunt, much to his own pleasure. and he ate you out like he was starving— was there anything he wasn’t good at?

his tongue ran through your slick like molten lava, lapping up your ooze and moaning, letting the vibrations rattle against your clit and buzz at the entrance of your vagina. once his tongue grew sore, he’d slip up so he’d be lying on the bed beside you, freeing you from your bra and massaging your tits in one hand, his other plunging a couple fingers in you to keep you high on his touch. he’d coat his fingers in saliva, using them to pinch and tug at you nipples as his fingers, so, so much larger than your own, thrusted in and out of your sopping heat, his eyes trailing your face in admiration as you squealed and whined and moaned in his touch.

“fucking noisy bitch, you’re so annoying,” he’d half scoff, half laugh, placing a wet, teasing kiss to your mouth as he felt you clench around him, the taste of yourself on your tongue from his own. “fucking slut, you like that? being called an annoying bitch as you get off on my fingers? fuck, no wonder my friends wanna fuck you,” he”d hiss, feeling you clench harder, moan louder, and abruptly pulling his fingers out of you.

you’d whine, thrash around as he positioned himself above you now, slipping out his hard cock, bright red from the build up of eating you out, and giving himself a couple pumps. his eyes narrowed down on you, watching you squirm as he held you by your hips and slid his fat dick into you, throwing his head back and laughing as he began to pull you up and down on him.

he soon began to meet your thrusts (even when practically controlled by him) with his own, sloppily fucking into you, moaning and sinking in deeper when your nails draw blood on his biceps. he hissed, the head of him rutting into your g spot with a particular snap of his hips, and he brings his thumb up to rub viscously at your swollen clit, laughing at your pathetic wail.

“c’mon, baby,” he’d huff, cocky grin across his face as you moaned, loud and guttural and whiny as he dug himself impossibly deeper. “prove to those mother fuckers i’m the only bastard making you feel like this. show those fucking bitches who fucks you so good, you fucking whore.”

let’s just say, the next time you and hidan started getting freaky in the middle of the base, none of the other guys would even dare to look your direction. and as hidan led you back to his room, hand on your ass, fingers already teasing your cunt from behind, they all knew who you belonged to.

#julis thirsts #julis brain #hidan akatsuki #hidan smut #hidan x reader smut #akatsuki x reader smut #akatsuki smut #akatsuki x reader #hidan x reader #naruto x reader smut #naruto smut #naruto x reader #naruto shippuden

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digitalagepulao · 10 months

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Sun Wukong, the Monkey King: my design notes [!! click here for the full line-up !!] [click here for just the goodies on tumblr]

also titled, "I underestimated my file sizes" TAT Separate images and info below the read more, beware this is LONG <3

Stone Monkey: himbs baby, that is all <3 he's mostly based off the François Langur, but some of his anatomy and proportions lean more on the Gray Langur and Macaque side of things. His facial fur sort of forms a pentagon shape for the five elements, and I gave him ginger fur cus it's a common depiction for him but also baby langurs are very bright orange, and him not growing dark feels like an apt display of his more childish side, both good and bad. His nails are golden for a bit of a "hidden gem" from a stone egg. Also keeping the tail either in a spiral of C-curve when "engaged", and when droopy it has a feel of a heavy rope. Old World monkeys don't have prehensile tails, he can use it for balance and basic mobility but it's not a third hand for the sake of keeping his monkey-ness.

Handsome Monkey King: in one of the poems the monkeys are said to weave grass for mattresses, so I can see them coming up with a crown of woven grass and never-fading leaves and flowers for their king at the very least. His face skin is darker as an adult, but not much else changes overall. The fuzzy upper lips and sideburns are a feature of the species I'm basing him on and it felt like a good fit to add. I also love the forest langurs are so long-furred, makes for a good way to give him dimension but also, the linework style reminds me of old woodcut shorthands for fur. Added a jade coin for the symbolism, and it feels fitting that the king of such a miraculous mountain would have a treasure like that on him. Placcid chill eyes are imperative, dude's not had an existential crisis yet, he's straight up vibing.

Sun Wukong: during his odd-ten years away from home, he learned human manners so he can stand but, I can see him still needing to lean on his tail to keep up his balance here and there. As he reaches the Western Continent (India) and learns the Way under Patriarch Subodhi, he adopts proper clothes for an apprentice and eventually becomes a Rishi. He dons his facial paint from then on, and after he masters the Way, there's a brightness in his pupils to show his cultivated immortality. The beads are purple solely to stand out over the deluge of oranges that is his design.

Great Sage Equal to Heaven: really went all out on this one orz this is Wukong at his most egotistical and ambitious, and I wanted his fit to truly embody that. Took bits from Peking Opera costumes and common depiction elements of him, with some bit of extra for appropriate levels of flair, like the phoenix feather design. I wanted to go for a mountain pattern mail but I couldn't figure out how to draw it, so I winged a pattern. I,,, doubt I'll ever draw this armor as detailed as here, but I wanted it to feel a bit overwhelming to look at, while also seeming like it doesn't quite fit him perfectly like it's swallowing him. Bit of a "baby wearing their parent's shoes" kind of vibe; he's stupidly powerful but he doesn't have what it takes to sit on the throne of Heaven. Also I leaned his expression to how he might appear during the Havoc in Heaven and then his bet with the Buddha. Full unbrindled rage murder monkey <3

-- Ruyi Jingu Bang: can't quite move on without my notes on the golden-hooped cudgel, now can I? The secondary hoops are there for further design appeal and for my own visualization of how the staff changes size (the hoops move over the staff's length as if to push it outward or inward). The metal is dark damascus alloy, though the pattern can be omitted for ease of drawing. One hoop end depicts a dragon, the other a phoenix, and in the middle of the staff is the canon inscription as described in the books, in seal script. Glow is optional and mostly for aesthetics.

Sun Pilgrim: out of his stolen armor, Wukong seems to swim in his robes but in a less overwhelming way. Went for the simple fillet headband cus his face is busy enough as it is. I know he's skilled enough to skin a tiger into pretty decent squares, but after one too many battles, anything would get tattered. He wears red, teal, black and yellow, four of the five cardinal colors, while white (the West) is still missing. His red and black half-robe doesn't fully cover the yellow underneath, a call back to his golden armor; he tries to use his wisdom and teachings to fight back the impulses of his past, but they still shine through at times. I kept only the leg bangs for dynamic elements to better show movement, but also one could say he's got.... golden hoops (haha get it, like his cudgel?? :oD)

Victorious Fighting Buddha: leaned hard on the actual portrayals of the Buddha. Seeing that he's depicted with dark/blue skin, it felt appropriate to let the guy grow out of his baby ginger fur and into adult black, but a patch remains where the golden headband used to be. I didn't want to give him long hair so no bun, but instead, his fur has a sorta lotus-petals shape now rather than his single point. His face paint changes into a more domino-mask style, and his brow white line resembles a teardrop urna. I made the mail piece he holds longer to keep the flowy bits of his previous outfits, and I turned Ruyi Jingu Bang into the sword he wields.

Hello hi, this robbed me of three days of my life and I'd like to receive compensation x.x Anyway hope you enjoy this lad, I know I do! Also if you wanna send me asks about him pls feel welcome to, I'd love to chat about this bastard monkey (affectionate) (loving) (i`d die for him)

#jttw #journey to the west #xiyouji #jttw sun wukong #sun wukong #jttw fanart #monkey king #stone monkey #victorious fighting buddha #buddha victorious in strife #sun pilgrim #bell dragon art #expedition to the west au

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creedslove · 11 months

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NAILS DONE - JAVIER PEÑA HEADCANON

Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: Javi has a weak spot for your nails done 💅

Warnings: mentions of smut

A/N: oh no, not me doing my nails again and pretending they are for Javier and coming up with this headcanon as a way of saying sorry for not finishing chapter six of Deserve It 🫢

Javi has a kink for nails done he doesn't even know how to explain it or why he has it. Just as some men like seeing women in lipstick, he loved seeing women with their nails done

He always paid attention to that, he would always check a woman out and end up on her hands

And he would always compliment them and make sure you know he likes them

Javi doesn't have a preference for length, short, medium or long, he likes them all as long as they are well done and looking good

He also doesn't have a favorite shape, they all look nice to him, but if you want to give that man an instant boner, go for stiletto, he will beg to have your claws around his neck as you ride his cock

Javi doesn't like bitten nails, it is just not attractive to him

And he doesn't like dirty nails or natural nails. He is all about the colors

He would totally pay for you to have your nails done, it doesn't matter how much it is, every week he would give you the money to get it done

Or he would enjoy watching you do them yourself

Or even he could do them for you, but he isn't very good at it, so he knows the result won't be as good, still, if you're feeling sick or sad he would do it just to cheer you up

Javi likes all the colors in your hand. Light colors make you look innocent and cute, dark colors make you look elegant and powerful

But his favorite is red, not matter what shade of it, he loves it.

Red stirs something inside of him it is just so erotic and appealing to see your hand wrapped around his cock with your blood red nails

He also loves when you scratch down his back with your beautiful nails, that's the whole reason why he keeps a mirror next to the bed, so he can watch these small details

Javier also likes when you match the colors on your fingernails and toenails

He doesn't really have a foot fetish but he isn't gonna turn down a footjob and it always satisfies him seeing his cum dripping down your feet and the way the white shade of his hot load looks on top of your beautifully painted toes

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femmefatalevibe · 11 months

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Tips to look old hollywood glamorous?

Establish a wardrobe curated with timeless, figure-flattering styles in luxurious fabrics like silk, satin, lace, (faux) fur, (vegan) leather, velvet, jacquard, sequins, fringe, etc.

Accessorize with glitzy, eye-catching accessories, including pearls, crystal, diamonds, and gold button accents on your jewelry, handbags, shoes, and sunglasses, or as details on your outerwear, dress, or other garments.

Incorporate embellished pieces & elements into your ensembles – elevated buttons (pearls, crystals, gold, engravements, etc.), opulent trims on the cuffs, hems, lapels, collars, and cold-weather accessories (faux fur, pearl, sequined, lamé, etc.)

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writer!kunikuzushi x gn!reader, fluff, romance, love letter, nervous kuni bcs feelings.

part one (wink wink)

an: RAHHHHHHHH

Writing was something that had come so easily to Kuni, till he had to write a letter that would appeal to you. When did this pen feel so awkward in-between his fingers? And just when did these string of words he wrote sound so foreign to him... Love isn't easy to express.

Kunikuzushi doesn't think he has ever felt so uncomfortable at his desk, staring at a blank paper, blinking in hopes it would write itself with heart melting words that would make you grin. Yet, that never happens.

He lets out an exasperated sigh. This was far worse than some writers block. The words- Well, the feelings were so easy to sense, but to put them down on paper? It seemed like an impossible task. Folding over, he groans into his hand as his elbow stays rested on the dark wood of the desk, it's polish still refined.

Why did he have to give himself such a short time period too? A day, just a day. No, not even 24 hours, way less. He picks up the pen again, his thumb on the top as he repeatedly pushes it down letting the sound fill the room as he thinks. Just let your mind wander...

And it does. Like it always does, his thoughts trail back to you. Not actual words or things that may describe you but visual images of you or at least the vague image of you. He didn't care before but much to his dislike his ability to visualise things isn't as potent as he'd like. Yet, he still can see fragments, the lines of your smile, the depth of your eyes and the way you move. There were smaller details he took note of, the shape of your ear, the style of your hair and the state of your nails.

He wishes he could just translate this onto paper.

There was a gentleness he felt with you when he wasn't freaking out about these emotions. There was a calm that he absorbs but he fears at the same time, worrying there was a storm arriving and he'd be the cause of it. But, asking you to come again tomorrow, that was a ray of light from the gloomy clouds, it sprouted hope. Maybe. Just maybe. There is no storm.

He lets his head fall back, staring at the ceiling pointlessly before sighing. He's being doing that a lot lately.

...Technically, this wouldn't be his first time addressing a letter towards you, though the past times he's done it he was unaware of the fact you'd be receiving it. Maybe, he could try to do the same? Just harbour the same emotions, Kuni. Don't think, just write.

If you were in front of me, what would I want to say?

Familiar bells jingle, declaring the entrance of someone new and each time he hears the sound his eyes shoot up. He can't tell if he's anticipating your arrival in excitement or fear. Whichever one it is, he knows that one thing for sure is that he feels nervous. Insanely so, that he barely can keep himself occupied writing others letters.

He thought actually finishing the letter was bad, but waiting to give it to you is even worse. So. Much. Worse.

He's beginning to think his chest is going to explode from the anxiety. Though, there is some joy to it, as if he is looking forward to your expression.

Biting his bottom lip, he rests his chin on the palm of his hand, almost daydreaming about it. Surely, your reaction will be positive? Your past letters were from him on purpose so you'll like this. What if it's a lukewarm reception? What if he doesn't make you understand how he feels and the words he had repeated a multitude of times and the phrases he's crafted a thousand times don't work? There's a million thoughts in his minds and none of them are reassuring. He can feel his stomach being stirred like a cauldron of the worse concoctions and it's making him sick.

Till the bell rings.

Would you think it's weird if he ever told you that he began to recognise your footsteps? He'll keep that to himself. A hand is placed gently on the envelope holding his feelings, though the fingers that wrap around the folds are almost possessive, unsure if they should allow this letter to be given away. Unsure if he should offer his emotions just to get shot down. Yeah, maybe this is a bad idea and he should just-

Two knocks resound from beside him, he turns to you, your hand above his desk as your finger taps the wood.

"I'm here."

You're smiling.

Curse this world.

"You took your time." My tone comes out dry, almost scolding in a way. You give me a sheepish smile. "I didn't want to seem too eager." So in turn he was the one made to do so when he had been waiting for you impatiently.

He simply gives you a hum of acknowledgment, then sits there for a while. You don't move, awaiting to be given your letter but he doesn't seem to budge. A hesitant voice comes out, "Uhm, Kuni?" Archons, how he cherished the sound of his name rolling off your tongue. Indigo eyes spare you a glance, encouraging you to continue. "The letter...?" Would it be stupid to say he hoped you forgot.

"The letter. Right, right..."

Despite his words he seems to hesitate before finally letting out a deep breath as his hand reaches to the storage below the desk and pulls out a perfectly folded envelope. He turns his head away, just slightly, handing it to you wordlessly and without a glance spared towards you.

On the other hand, you were left admiring the envelope. It was nothing special, yet the contents of it were.

You take it excitedly, the pads of your thumb and index rppessed against the smooth texture of it. Your hand moves and your fingers begin to open it. This catches his attention. He quickly turns to you with an expression of disbelief and a hint of redness on his ears. "You're going to open it here?! At least open it outside of the store..."

You tilt your head slightly, "Why?" You continue speaking, conveying your reason, "It's better if I do it in front of you, right? That way you can get my honest reaction." The tone you speak in is somewhat teasing as though to say that this is a way of seeing just how well he did.

He opens his mouth, attempting to rebuttal, though all that comes out are incoherent noises, earning a chuckle from you. A defeated sigh leaves his mouth and he turns away once more, his other hand waving you off as in to quickly open it already and you oblige with ease.

The next few minutes are silent. Sure, there was the slight rustling of papers when the wind of the turning fan met them and the sounds of breathing, but it almost blended into the background as you read his letter...

"Dear moron,

I love you.

I wanted to get that out of the way, just to make this clear. Writing this or at least, trying to, has been a hindrance. I keep trying to form words I think you'd like. I keep trying to make this appealing to you, but just what do you like? I know you have a rather odd way of thinking, I know your taste in books and I know that you're dense. Immensely so. Maybe I am too. I also know you like me. If I'm right, which I don't doubt I am considering your little trick with those letters... I'm free after this.

Yours truly,

Kuni. (ps. turn the paper around, loser.)"

And you do so, you do just that and turn the letter around to where you find more writing, this time lengthier and clearly written with a different intent. Your words glaze over each word, intaking the tone and you swear you can almost hear it. You peek over the letter gazing at the violet-haired man but hiss face is turned away yet, the corner of your lips quirk up seeing the red of his ears.

It feels like you're taking a century to read what he wrote, he had stolen a few glances but the moment you turn the letter he fully committed to averting his gaze, a hand to his mouth as he muttered curses, his mind flooded with what the hell you could be thinking right now.

Two knocks sound out, you've tapped his desk again. As he is about to turn around there's a warm blow of air at his ears and he feels his ears rumble at just the proximity of your breath. "You're really forward." He couldn't tell if you were being sarcastic or not but that was the last thing on his mind as he finally faces you, seeing so close to him. He doesn't think you've ever worn such an expression before. If anyone else was looking they'd think you were up to no good and he'd have to agree, though, he can tell there's some glee in your eyes. "I could say the same for you... Then, is that a yes?"

"No." He swears he feels his heart sink.

"It's a definite yes."

Kuni begins to regret ever giving you that letter, "You jest too much." You let out a sound of agreement, "Yeah, but you don't seem to dislike it." Taunting. How fitting of you.

Though, he can't help but focus on the fact that you actually agreed to this... especially when you're donning such a prideful appearance too. Even if you're teasing him more than you ought to, he doesn't mind, in fact, he thinks he likes it. It just means he's closer to you now. "I don't. It means you really like me. Don't you?" There's a moments hesitation from you as you observe the change on his demeanour, a playful smirk on his lips as his eyes glimmer with a certain amusement. Earning a gentle nod from you, you reaffirm his words.

"I do."

back contents of the letter;

"Sometimes I believe you're killing me just by merely being around me. It feels as though you're making me go through torture each time you let me catch a glimpse of you. I begin to think that you must be driving me insane because there's no other way I can explain this. But, you're divine. To me, you are everything and more. I don't think I could ever put into words the way I honour you, that smile of yours, your voice that puts my thoughts to a halt and has me anticipating the next time I'll get to hear you.

I wish I was closer to you, as close as I can be. I wish to express my love easier, to tell you it how it is without worrying about you'll take it. Tell me, is the only way to explain how I feel sappy words and deep analogies? You like me, right. You have letters from me. But they're different from this. This is truly from me. My words aren't sophisticated or smart, they don't pierce your heart at my ability to deduce what you want to hear. This is a mess, uncollected and disorganised. Yet, I don't want to sell you a fantasy. My love for you is a frenzy, much like the one you set my heart on, so I won't pretend to be tame. I want you, I love you. That's how it is, and I intend to devote myself to proving that to you it I must, because when I tell you that I like you it's not just an overused phrase but the closest way I can tell you how I feel even if it only shows an inkling of it.

Maybe I'm not right for you. But I want to be."

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multifandomfanfic · 2 years

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Hi! Okay so hear me out 😂 Reader is Iceman’s daughter and she’s dating Hangman but she comes clean to him about wanting to sleep with Bradly too. One night Jake comes home from work and has Bradly in tow and together they both take care of her.

Great Balls of Fire

Pairing: Hangman x fem! reader x Rooster

Warnings: Smut, threesome, oral (f and m receiving), unprotected sex, Eiffel Tower, face fucking, brief male masturbation, voyeurism, language, hair pulling

Word Count: 6.4k

You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain.

Too much love drives a man insane.

You broke my will.

But what a thrill.

Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!

“Come on, baby, let’s get out of here.”

Hangman yanked on my bicep, attempting to drag me to the Hard Deck's main entrance. He begged me to leave as soon as he'd finished messing with Bradshaw. I, on the other hand, refused to leave, wanting to stay just a little longer. He was enraged that everyone's focus had shifted to Rooster, escalating his frustration and increasing his desire to flee.

"Jake, I don’t want to go yet!”

I tried not to sound angry. I didn't want to enrage Hangman even more.

I yanked back, my gaze fixed on Rooster, who was banging soulfully on the piano while others laughed and danced joyfully around him. I wanted to be a part of the action instead of being dragged around constantly by Hangman.

“Why?! There’s no reason for us to stay!”

"Yeah, well, there’s no reason for us to leave either!”

The veins began to bulge along Rooster’s neck as he belted his song, swinging his head around happily. He was perspiring but didn't seem to mind or even notice. All he cared about was making other people happy with his fantastic piano playing.

“Hey!”

Over the din of happy customers, Hangman yelled. He drew me back and spun me around until our chests collided, his grip on my biceps tightening.

“Stop gawking at Bradshaw and let’s get the hell out of here.”

I stared blankly into his eyes, trying desperately to think of a compelling reason to stay. Hangman’s dull nails sank into my biceps as he furrowed his brows in angry confusion.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Y/N?”

His grip on my arms was becoming increasingly painful. I yanked on my arms, attempting to free myself from his powerful grip.

“Fuck, Hangman, you're hurting me!"

Jake broke free from his enraged stare, releasing my arms and providing me with much-needed relief. The pressure from his firm grip dissipated almost instantly, leaving crescent-shaped nail marks that burned as my skin tried to piece itself back together.

He raised his hands and showed me his open palms, indicating that he was done being handsy.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I don’t know what came over me. Are you okay?”

He swung his head around to catch a glimpse of my arms to assess the damage, dropping his hands to his sides. I suddenly felt very exposed. I shielded myself by crossing my arms over my chest, hoping to keep him from seeing any of me.

“I'm fine, Jake. Don’t worry about it.”

He brought our gazes back together, and I could detect genuine sympathy in his eyes.

“Do you wanna stay?”

I swiveled my head around until I could lock my gaze on Rooster. He was giggling and singing, belting out a tune between guffaws. He pushed the heat to the back of his mind, the fun clouding his senses as a layer of sweat appeared on his tanned skin, dripping down his face and into the collar of his Hawaiian shirt.

The piano was slightly out of tune from the thousands of people who had fondled the keys over the many years. If anyone else had been playing, people would stare at the individual like they had three eyes. Nobody, however, could match Rooster's incredible charisma, which made anything he did appealing, including playing an out-of-tune piano while belting a song despite never having taken singing lessons.

“Yeah. I think I’d like to stay.”

I stated. However, Hangman was unable to hear me due to the din of the joyful bar patrons.

“Sorry, what did you say?”

Bradley concluded his song with a final slam of the piano, then stood to receive praise and pats on the back from his pilot friends. After he had finished speaking with his close friends, several strangers who had thoroughly enjoyed the performance expressed their undying admiration for his abilities. Rooster smiled broadly as he greeted them, his pearly white teeth starkly contrasting against his dark mustache and tanned skin in the low light ambiance of the bar. Then, unexpectedly, his eyes drifted through the crowds and met my gaze. Despite his black aviator sunglasses, I could tell his eyes were on mine.

I froze, my eyes widening as I stared blankly through his sunglasses' black lenses. He gave me a small wave and a wide smile before returning his gaze to the people who were desperately trying to catch his attention in order to compliment his impeccable piano skills.

“Hey Y/N, you alive?”

I suddenly felt compelled to leave. I’d hate for Rooster to later confront me about gawking at him, as Bradley was most likely getting a kick out of capturing one of his adversaries' eyes. I didn't want him to tease me about my ravenous gaze in front of Hangman, who was naturally possessive.

I swiveled my head back to Hangman, who was staring at me with a furrowed brow, slightly concerned about my enigmatic behavior.

“No! I think I’d rather leave. But, thanks for offering Jake.”

Jake's brows were raised in surprise.

“Really? But a second ago-“

“I know! But, I just realized how tired I am and I think going home would be the better option.”

It was a terrible lie, and my tone was anything but convincing. Jake, on the other hand, was unaware of my secret and had no reason to believe anything was going on inside my head other than a dramatic shift in my viewpoint.

“Okay. If that’s what you wanna do.”

“That is what I wanna do.”

Jake flashed me one of his famous sly grins and extended his hand to me, his open palm standing upright. I slapped my palm against his, returning his smile before allowing him to pull me out of the bar. Hangman didn't say goodbye to any of his friends as most of his comrades were rolling their eyes at the attention Rooster was receiving and hitting pool balls aggressively into holes with long wooden sticks far away from the front entrance.

We rode in his white Mustang all the way home. Hangman, as is customary, sparked a discussion.

“I’m sorry I snapped at you tonight.”

He said apologetically as he kept his eyes fixed on the dark road ahead of him, illuminated only by his headlights.

“It’s okay, Jake.”

Hangman preferred to return home via the back roads. He had a strange soft spot for long sensual drives with his lover, as rough and intimidating as his demeanor could be to those who encountered him.

Hangman reached his arm over the center console, laying his hand on my leg as his thumb rubbed circles into the soft skin of my inner thigh. Typically a situation similar to this one would build tension in my lower abdomen, but this night had been far too mentally draining for me to feel any form of arousal.

Hangman didn’t appear to care, as if his intention from the start wasn’t to make me wet with desire. He simply allowed his calloused palm to rest on my thigh as I stared blankly out the window, mindlessly watching the dark houses quickly go by.

“Y’know the way you were staring at Bradshaw almost made me think you wanted him to fuck you.”

Hangman laughed loudly, hoping I would stroke his comically large ego and laugh with him while proclaiming my unconditional love for him. But my mind was far too preoccupied with not panicking to worry about Hangman’s inflated ego.

“Y/N?”

He asked softly, my head turned away from him, my heart nearly exploding with nervousness.

“Y/N?!”

He asked, his tone encompassing a hard edge in order to capture my attention.

“What!?”

I exclaimed, turning my head to meet his gaze. The look he gave me sent shivers up my spine. He was angry, truly enraged by my lack of words.

Hangman was forced to pull his gaze away from me and back onto the road in order to avoid a crash.

He recoiled his hand angrily from my thigh and placed it on the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white.

“I fucking knew it.”

Hangman's jaw was clenched, muscles protruding from the sides of his cheeks.

“You’ve been thinking about Bradshaw while I’m balls deep inside of you.”

I gulped, unwilling to admit what I knew Hangman was implying.

“Haven’t you?”

He asked, not wanting to look me in the eyes. Instead, he glared angrily at the road ahead, his Adam's apple bobbing in frustration as he gulped.

“God dammit answer me!”

He let out a spontaneous yell, and I recoiled. Jake slammed his hand into the steering wheel, his loosened grip cursing the car to drift. Hangman held the car steady, his face flushed with rage.

“Jake…”

“Yes or no. I don’t want any fucking excuses just answer me with yes or no.”

He hissed through his teeth, his gaze fixed on the road ahead.

I could give a logical explanation as to why I had thought about Bradley during sex. But Hangman didn’t want me to explain.

“Let me explain-“

“I don’t want you to fucking explain I want you to answer me!”

“Well if you don’t let me-“

“Yes or no!”

He screamed, the veins in his neck bulging as he slowly pressed his foot onto the gas, the speed crescendoing rapidly.

“YES!”

I snapped back as I watched Hangman's face contort from rage to pain. As his lips pursed into a fine line, his brows returned to a neutral position. He took his foot off the gas, and the car quickly returned to a safe speed.

“No but… not just him.”

Hangman scoffed in frustration.

“What the hell do you mean?”

“Like…”

God, I was about to confess a secret I had spent the previous three months trying to keep hidden. As the embarrassment finally reached my body, my face flushed hot and blood rushed to my cheeks.

“Both of you.”

Hangman cocked his brow in confusion.

“Both of…”

His voice trailed off, the realization finally setting in.

“Oh.”

My stomach flipped. This was extremely humiliating. Hangman was naturally possessive of those he loved. I knew this would not go down well with him and his view of what a relationship should be.

The rest of the car ride was spent in awkward silence, with the air heavy and the atmosphere thick. My chest heaved as I struggled to breathe, but I tried not to show Hangman that every nerve ending in my body was burning with humiliation.

Hangman pulled up to the Kazansky household. I'd been visiting my father because his health was deteriorating rapidly, and I knew I needed to spend some much needed quality time with him before he passed away.

“Thank you for driving me, Jake.”

“You're welcome.”

Hangman had transformed into a lonely facade, his body devoid of any emotion. He was staring straight ahead with lifeless eyes, his hands on the steering wheel, his breath even.

“Goodbye.”

As I stepped out of Hangman's car and shut the door behind me, he didn't say goodbye. My hands quickly moved back and forth at my sides, propelling my feet to move faster as I hurried to my front door. I didn't give a damn if Hangman mocked me for trying to get out of the awkward situation. He now hates me. My wonderful relationship with Hangman had come to an end.

I tried not to slam the door, as my father was probably getting some much-needed beauty rest. I rushed up the stairs, furious at myself, tears forming at the corners of my eyes, clouding my vision.

I should've just denied it, God. I should've joined Hangman in his laughter and professed my love for him. My relationship has now been ruined as a result of my inability to lie. My conscience would not be burdened by a small white lie. I could continue to have a happy relationship while admiring Bradley from afar.

I was happy with Hangman, super happy. He was most definitely the one for me and I’d never consider leaving Hangman for Bradley.

But I’ve heard stories about Rooster that make me fantasize about what he’s like when you catch him alone. Hangman’s cockiness plus Rooster’s slyness?

Now that was a match made in heaven.

“Bye dad, have fun at the beach!”

I waved goodbye to my father as he and my mother left to enjoy a day to themselves. After watching them safely climb into the car, I shut the door, ensuring they were safe before heading out to the sand.

Now it's time for me to wallow in self-pity as I try to figure out how to mend my shattered relationship.

I picked up my phone ten times in the span of an hour, my finger hovering over Hangman's number before I inevitably chickened out.

“Fuck. Why is this so hard?”

I eventually gave up, deciding that it was preferable to wait out the awkwardness. If I called him right now, what would I say?

Hey Jake. Sorry I confessed that I want to have a threesome with you and your enemy.

Yes, I'm sure that would be well received.

I flopped back onto the bed, my head in my hands, staring at the empty ceiling above me. I was left alone with my thoughts, my mind racing through hundreds of possibilities for how to correct the damage.

I’ll just… apologize?

Should I be sorry?

I suppose I should apologize for sharing my fantasies.

On the other hand, I'm powerless over my thoughts.

Hangman, I'm sure, has had some strange thoughts of his own.

The door unlocked with an audible click.

Shit!

I perked up, supporting my torso with my hands behind my back. My gaze was fixed on my bedroom door, as if expecting a man wearing a black ski mask to burst through and whisk me away.

I didn’t lock the door.

Shit, I didn’t lock the door.

“Y/N?!”

Hangman? What the hell was he doing here?

A thief is more likely to enter my house than Hangman. Especially after last night's humiliating confession.

“Y/N?!”

His deep voice echoed around the walls of my house and traveled to my room, where my ears heard him call my name once more.

“I’m up here, Jake!”

Hangman climbed the stairwell. God, his footsteps were awfully loud. Was he stomping his boots on the ground? The deafening sounds of his footfalls became much more coherent as he progressed up the stairwell.

Wait.

I'm sure I'm hallucinating. Hangman didn’t have four feet. How could he possibly be making four stomping noises at once?

I watched the knob twist. My bedroom door swung open to reveal Hangman.

And…

No.

No way in hell.

“Rooster?”

I inquired. I felt as if I had been thrown into the deep end of a freezing pool. My body became cold, and blood from my brain rushed to my heart as my pulse accelerated. I was thrown into a spontaneous state of shock.

Their combined gazes pounded down on me, making me feel helpless and vulnerable.

“Wow Hangman.”

Rooster began, the right corner of his mouth gradually moving into a smirk. He kept his deep brown eyes on mine, and I worried he could sense how nervous I was growing under his all knowing stare.

“I thought you were joking. But she’s so flustered and we haven’t even done anything yet.”

He crossed his arms over his broad chest, drawing my attention to his large pecs under his tight white shirt.

Hangman had vanished from my view. He was out of sight and out of mind as I locked my gaze on Rooster, my mind failing to register that this was real.

“Hey baby.”

Hangman appeared in my peripheral vision, his tone overly pleasant. I averted my gaze from Rooster, hoping to find solace in Hangman's eyes. But his gaze was as sly and mysterious as Roosters', implying that I was the only one who wasn't in on their secret plan.

Hangman took two long, slow strides towards me, his hands smugly shoved into his pockets, until he was only a foot away.

“Will you come here?”

Hangman inquired, bringing a hand from his pockets and making a "come hither" motion with his pointer finger. I rose to my feet slowly to avoid falling on my shaky knees. I didn't take my gaze away from Hangman, afraid that if I did, they'd both pounce like hungry lions.

I took a small step forward, bringing his chest to within six inches of mine.

“Come closer.”

I didn't want to come any closer. I wanted to put as much distance as possible between us. But I knew Hangman would make me do whatever he wanted, even if it meant asking me ten times.

I shuffled forward, cocking my head back to look him in the eyes.

Even when I had to tilt my head back to look Hangman in the eyes, I always felt even with him. But today, under his crushing gaze, I felt small, minuscule, and completely helpless.

Hangman slowly raised his hands, grasping the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head at a turtle's pace.

“Jake. What’s going on?”

I asked, my tone breathy and my cheeks flushed hot as he dropped my t-shirt to the side. Jake cocked a brow, scoffing loudly.

“I don’t know what there is to be confused about.”

He was perplexed by my bewilderment. My gaze was fixed on Hangman, whose face was so close to mine that I could feel his hot breath fan across my face. Rooster had vanished from my mind.

Hangman’s eyes trailed down to my chest, his calloused fingertips dragging against my skin to push the straps of my bra down my arms until they hung limply at my sides.

“We’re both gonna fuck you.”

Hangman's gaze wandered freely across my front, stepping lightly as he circled my body with the look of a hungry tiger until he reached my backside.

Jake unclipped my bra, the lack of straps allowing it to fall freely to the ground. A cool draft from the ajar window blew through my room, my nipples quickly hardening into stiff peaks.

My mind wanted to run, but my body was completely at the mercy of the two pilots as my feet were stuck to the ground in fear. Besides, it was impossible for me to deny the pinching sensation gradually building in my lower abdomen.

Hangman wrapped his powerful arms around my bare waist, pressing my back flush against his muscular chest. My neck became limp and my head fell back onto Hangman's shoulder as he connected his warm mouth to the sensitive skin on my throat.

“Can I eat her pussy Hangman?”

Shit, I forgot about Rooster.

I kept my eyes focused on the ceiling above me despite growing wet and antsy with arousal at the thought of Rooster joining the scene.

I expected his tone to be shaky, breathy, or at the very least indicate that he was slightly uncomfortable. But he was assured, cool, and collected, and his tone was even.

“I don’t know Bradshaw.”

Jake's tone encompassed a sarcastic edge. He tried to appear difficult, but I knew he had been planning this moment since the moment he proposed the idea to Rooster.

Hangman’s kisses were soft against my neck, warming me up for what was to come.

“Oh come on Hangman.”

Rooster's voice was becoming more audible, and his soft footfalls made my chest heave with excitement.

“If this is gonna work you have to share.”

He spoke as if he was talking to a kindergartner, lecturing them on the importance of sharing.

I was thoroughly surprised with the casualness of their voices. If I wasn’t about to be fucked by two gorgeous men I would assume they were speaking of the weather.

“Alright Bradshaw. I’ll hold her down for you.”

The way they spoke as if this was purely between them ignited a fire within me. The desire to be manhandled caused a pool of arousal to form inside my panties.

Hangman held my waist tight as he backed himself up to the bed, the edge slamming against the back of his knees and forcing him into a sitting position.

I fell atop his lap, my backside slamming into his semi hard cock which was beginning to strain against the confines of his jeans.

Rooster approached me slowly, his head gradually lowering as he strode over to where I was perched on Hangman's lap. I clenched my thighs together as Rooster's crushing gaze became inquisitive as he mentally planned his next moves.

Hangman's mouth became urgent. He was now biting my neck and sucking bright purple marks into the side of my throat. Jake sighed against my skin, the hot air blowing onto the tender bruises.

Rooster lowered to his knees, now tilting his head backwards to lock out gazes as he hooked a finger into the waistband of my pajama shorts. I relaxed my thighs, allowing Rooster to drag the soft fabric of my pajama shorts down my legs.

Rooster maintained intense eye contact with me as he raised his hand, pressing his calloused thumb against my clothed clit. I rolled my hips forward, urging Rooster to touch me more.

The friction I applied to Hangman’s cock ignited a low growl from the back of his throat, the vibrations reverberating around the inners of my neck.

“Stop moving. Be a good girl and sit still while Bradshaw eats your pretty little pussy.”

I gulped, the aching in my cunt already becoming unbearably painful. I had to move, I had to relieve myself from this discomfort. But grinding against Hangman's beautiful cock would only delay the thing I really wanted, a mind boggling orgasm.

Rooster hooked a finger into the waistband of my panties, peeling them off my body and exposing my soaking wet cunt.

Hangman bit a particularly tender area of my neck. I hissed through my teeth as I gripped Hangman's forearms and dug my nails into his well-defined arm muscles.

Rooster's powerful hands grabbed the undersides of my knees and threw them over his shoulders. Bradley arched his back, leaning forward until his face was just inches away from where I craved him the most.

Bradley’s scruffy mustache brushed against my sensitive inner thighs as he placed gentle kisses onto my skin. He stared at me through his lashes, catching every contortion of my facial muscles as I experienced the pleasure he gave me.

“You have such a pretty pussy.”

Rooster mumbled seductively against my thigh.

Hangman paused his brutal attack on my neck, resting his chin on my shoulder to watch as Bradley kissed my inner thighs tenderly.

Bradley buried his face in between my legs, licking a long stripe from the base of my folds to my clit. I gasped, tangling one of my hands in Roosters sandy locks.

“Fuck Hangman, she’s so wet.”

Bradley murmured directly before wrapping his warm mouth around my clit, hallowing his cheeks to harshly suck on my swollen nub.

“I would imagine, pretty girl probably touched herself to the thought of having both of us at once.”

Hangman's voice dropped to a sensual rasp.

“Have you?”

Rooster asked, pulling his glorious mouth away from my aching pussy, his mustache and lips shining with my arousal. His eyes were now soft, a stark contrast from the fiery passion his gaze encompassed only moments before. Bradley was hoping I would admit to touching myself to the thought of his cock throbbing inside of me.

I moaned at the loss of contact, hurriedly confessing the truth so Rooster would make me cum.

“Yes. Yes I have.”

I wheezed, thrusting the Roosters head back in between my legs. Bradley was now more determined to bring me to an orgasm. He tore his eyes away from mine so he could focus on making me feel good.

Hangman’s pants were growing tighter, his now fully erect cock pushing into my backside as his breath became ragged with desire. His grip on my waist became tighter as he struggled to maintain his composure.

Rooster was flicking my clit expertly with the tip of his tongue. The wet, sloppy sound coming from my wet cunt was pornographic.

I was a moaning mess, my entire naked body covered in sweat as my chest heaved with want. I bucked my hips forward into Bradley’s face, my grasp on his hair pulling multiple strands directly from the root.

My backside brushed against Hangman's rock hard cock, and I felt him throb inside his pants as he grumbled in annoyance.

“I told you not to move.”

He growled, his strong arms forcing the breath from my lungs as Rooster continued his brutal assault on my cunt.

“You’ll be wishing you never bucked your hips into Bradley’s face later when I finally get inside of you.”

Rooster’s rough mustache brushed against the skin on my pussy, adding to the growing pinch that was building inside my lower abdomen.

“Rooster, I’m gonna cum.”

He blinked, his gaze shifting to me, watching my brows knit in delight and my face contorted in arousal. The pleasure Rooster was giving to my pussy along with the fact the men were both still fully dressed had me clenching my lower abdomen in want.

“Cum on my face baby. I wanna taste you.”

Rooster's resonance emanated from his chest, his raspy tone reverberating throughout his entire body. The vibrations from his rasp sent me over the edge, my stomach loosening as I convulsed, my back arching away from Hangman's strong chest.

There were only two people in my life who were able to make me orgasm with their mouth solely, Hangman, and Rooster.

As my eyes rolled to the back of my head, I let go of Bradley's hair until my hand was simply resting atop his head. Every muscle in my body relaxed, the intense orgasm sent me spiraling into a senseless state of ecstasy.

Rooster lapped up my juices, ensuring that he didn’t waste a single drop of my arousal.

“Fuck. You taste like candy.”

He continued to lick and suck even after my cunt had run dry. I threw my head back against Hangman's stiff shoulder, taking a deep breath as Bradley tenderly sucked on my cunt, successfully bringing my mind back to earth. When Rooster realized he had tasted all there was, he lifted my limp legs from his shoulders and set them gently on the floor.

His mustache and beautifully plush lips glimmered in the soft sunlight as they were completely coated with my arousal. Rooster looked at me, his eyes soft and tender for a split second before hardening again, the fiery passion returning.

My back hit the mattress as Hangman threw me off his lap, my eyes returning to the blank ceiling above as I took a moment to mentally and physically prepare myself for what was to come.

“Alright Bradshaw, let’s take care of her.”

I shifted my gaze to the side, watching Hangman and Bradley strip. Hangman caught my attention as he grabbed his shirt collar and threw it over his head. He smirked at me, flexing his muscles subtly as he unbuckled the metal buckle on his thick leather belt.

Hangman was done stripping much faster than Bradley. He casually approached my side of the bed. His thick cock was fully erect, his tip pink and swollen, leaking beads of precum.

The aching in my cunt returned as Hangman climbed over me, my gaze directed to his fiery eyes.

Jake gently cupped my face with his calloused palm, dragging his rough thumb pad over my bottom lip.

“You look so pretty under me.”

Hangman jerked his head to the side, locking eyes with Bradley.

“Watch for now Bradshaw, maybe you’ll learn a little something.”

Jake pressed his mouth to my breastbone, kissing between my sensitive breasts as down my soft stomach.

I wanted to catch a glance of Bradley before Hangman buried himself inside my aching cunt. I twisted my neck to the side, locking eyes with Rooster.

God, he was gorgeous. Rooster was standing confidentially, watching Hangman kiss my hip bones with his muscular arms crossed over his glistening pectorals. Bradley’s perfectly sculpted abdomen glimmered in the soft San Diego sunshine.

What was most impressive was his cock. His cock was fantastic, thick in all the right places with a large vein running along the underside. Rooster was also painfully hard, the pink, swollen tip of his dick brushing against his lower abdomen with every minor shift of his body.

“Hey Hangman, your little girl is eye fucking me again.”

I tore my eyes away from Bradley’s naked body, bringing my gaze back to the empty ceiling as my face flushed red with humiliation.

“Oh, is she now?”

Hangman leaned back on his knees, gripped the soft flesh of my hips, and flipped me onto my stomach in a single motion.

Hangman pressed his erect cock to my cunt, not entering me just yet. Instead, he leaned over me, his torso pressing against my bare sweaty back, his mouth grazing over my ear.

“You shouldn’t have done that sweetheart.”

He whispered sensually, gripping his cock and dragging the swollen tip through my soaking wet folds. His dick brushed against my clit, lighting a match in my lower stomach.

I shuddered in pleasure, a chill running down my spine.

Hangman snapped his hips forward, burying himself balls deep within me.

I gasped, gripping the sheets in desperation as Hangman drew his hips back before slamming into me once more.

“Ah!”

I exclaimed, squeezing my eyes shut as the image of Rooster faded from my mind. The only thought running through my brain was Hangman's gloriously thick length pulsing inside of my walls.

“She’s nice and tight, Bradshaw.”

Hangman was rubbing it in Rooster's face, his tone mocking as he yanked my hips back to meet his rigorous thrusts.

My jaw dropped and my knees shook as I struggled to support my body. Jake snaked a hand down my back, burying his thick fingers in my roots and yanking my head back. My neck strained as Hangman tugged on my hair, revealing the bruises he'd left on my throat moments prior.

“Jake.”

I moaned and swallowed the saliva that had accumulated in my mouth.

“Bradshaw!”

Hangman's grip on my hair loosened just enough for me to turn to the side and catch a glimpse of Rooster.

His large hand was wrapped around the base of his thick cock, pumping his length. Bradley groaned everytime he thrusted his hips forward to fuck his hand, his dick pulsing as the blood rushed through his erect cock.

His eyes were rapidly traveling around the scene, unsure of where to look. Rooster dragged the pad of his thumb around the swollen tip of his cock, knitting his brows and sighing deeply.

A pulse of heat traveled to my cunt as I intently watched Rooster pleasuring himself to the scene of Hangman and I fucking.

“Bradshaw!”

Hangman yelled even louder to jolt Rooster out of his stupor. Bradley came to his senses, his hand halting its movements.

“Stop jacking off! Get over here and put you fucking cock down her throat!”

Jake tightened his grip on my hair yet again, jerking my head back to its original position, my head frozen in space once more.

“Jake!”

I screamed, the absence of Rooster causing me to focus on only one thing, the rapidly increasing pressure in my lower abdomen as Hangman buried himself balls deep inside of me with every intense thrust.

“I’m gonna cum.”

Hangman stopped, his cock resting halfway inside of my soaking cunt. I sighed, squeezing my eyes shut and almost sobbing at the loss of movement.

“Now, we can’t have you cumming so soon, can we?”

Jake's voice was sultry and sensual, his tone mocking me. Hangman released my hair, my neck sagged forward, and my eyes fixed on the wrinkled sheets beneath me.

“Alright pretty girl,”

Rooster began. He climbed onto the bed, standing tall on his knees. I regained control of my neck, cocking my head back and gazing at him through my lashes.

My pussy clenched around Hangman's thick cock as I took in the sight in front of me. Rooster’s toned chest was glistening with moisture, his lips moist with saliva.

My gaze trailed down his torso until I was eye level with his thick cock.

“You like what you see?”

I did.

I very much did like what I saw.

Rooster's cock stood fully erect, the bulging veins along its underside throbbing along with his quick heartbeat.

“Yes.”

I said weakly.

Bradley tangled his thick fingers in my hair.

“Open your mouth for me, good girl. I wanna ruin that pretty face of yours.”

I dropped my jaw, allowing Bradley to push the swollen tip of his cock past my plush lips. Hangman resumed his intense pace when Bradley thrusted into my mouth a second time, my nose brushing against the thick collection of pubic hair at the base of his cock.

Rooster threw his head backwards in unconcealed pleasure, showcasing his bobbing Adam’s apple.

“You have the perfect mouth, it’s taking my cock so well.”

The praise rushed to my cunt, where Hangman was brutally thrusting into my g spot. His dull nails dug into the soft flesh of my hips, a loud smacking sound erupting with every wet thrust.

Tears of pleasure began to fall down my cheeks as the tip of Rooster's cock slammed into the back of my throat. I tried hard to surpass a gag, wanting nothing more than to please the two navy pilots.

Rooster threw his head forward, his eyes now staring down at me.

“You look so pretty choking on my cock.”

Rooster swiped away a pleasurable tear from my cheek with his calloused thumb pad.

“She’s a pretty girl, Bradshaw, enjoy it while it lasts.”

Hangman's tone was overcome with sensual gasps. Jake had given up struggling to maintain composure. I hummed against Rooster’s cock, the desire to fall into an orgasm was overwhelming.

The vibrations travelled to Roosters length, his cock twitching on my tongue.

“Oh fuck… I’m gonna cum in your mouth, right down your pretty little throat.”

The sounds of sex bounced off the thin walls. Hangman’s cock was rapidly throbbing inside of my soaking heat as he grit his teeth and enjoyed the feeling of my walls hugging his length.

Bradley was absolutely losing his cool. The jerking of his hips had become sloppy and his moans were strangled. He ripped strands of my hair straight from the scalp as he aggressively bobbed my mouth along his thick cock.

My vision was foggy, tears clouding my eyes as I relaxed my body and allowed the men to use me for their own personal pleasure.

“Tell me how good I make you feel, baby.”

Hangman exclaimed, then scoffed loudly.

“Oh, I forgot. You’re too busy choking on Bradley.”

Bradley’s knees shook, his entire body vibrating in suit as he came in my mouth with one final twitch of his throbbing length. Roosters hot cum coated the inside of my throat, his cock stilling inside of my mouth as his dick became soft atop my tongue.

“I wanna fuck her Hangman.”

Rooster pleaded.

“Absolutely not, you're lucky I let you taste her.”

“Please…”

Rooster's voice trailed off as he gave a few slow, final thrusts of his cock to help him ride out his orgasm.

“Not a chance Bradshaw.”

Hangman said, his tone indicating that the argument was over.

Now that Bradley was done with my mouth, I focused on Hangman's cock pulsing in and out of me. His strong grip on my hips was beginning to hurt, the pain adding to the heightening pleasure.

Rooster pulled out, a long strand of white cum connecting my plush lips to the tip of his cock. Bradley hopped off the bed, quickly exiting the situation to allow us time to ourselves.

“Jake!”

I screamed, throwing my head back in pleasure as the coil in my stomach snapped and released all over his thick length.

“That’s it baby girl, cum all over my cock.”

Hangman wheezed, his sticky cum coating my walls and filling me to the brim. Jake lazily rolled his hips once he had finished fucking me silly in order to assist me in riding out my orgasm.

“God. That was so good. I’m gonna pass out.”

I spoke as my mind drifted in and out of my post orgasmic haze, my eyes fluttering shut before jolting open.

“Lay on your back. I wanna clean you up.”

Hangman pulled out of me, my pussy suddenly feeling empty without him buried inside of me. I flipped myself over onto my back, spreading my legs so Hangman could bury his face between my thighs.

Jake lapped at our combined juices, sucking and cleaning my dripping pussy as to avoid having to grab a towel.

“Where are you going Rooster?”

I asked. Rooster was already clothed and staring in the mirror directly above my dresser, attempting to fix his unruly hair.

“It’s one thing if Ice comes back and catches you and Hangman naked. But if he sees me,”

Rooster turned to face the bed.

“Well, I don’t think you’d want that.”

I pursed my lips into a straight line.

“True.”

I said flatly.

“Bye Y/N. Let’s agree to never speak of this again.”

Hangman finished cleaning me and raised his head above my thighs to lock his gaze on Rooster.

“Why don’t I get a goodbye?”

He asked, his tone overly sarcastic.

“Because fuck you Hangman.”

“That’s fair.”

They both said with a loud chuckle.

Rooster left through my bedroom door without uttering another word. What has been done is done, and there is nothing more to be said about the current circumstance.

“So…”

Hangman began, climbing over me until our chests were flush together, his body heat radiating off of him.

“Was it everything you’d hoped?”

I cocked my head to the side, as if pondering his question.

“Well, it was good until you didn’t let Rooster fuck me.”

Hangman lightly smacked my shoulder, his eyes rolling in mock annoyance.

“Oh fuck you.”

We both laughed quietly to ourselves, smiling warmly at each other.

“Are we good now?”

Hangman inquired. It made me happy to know he was still interested in pleasing me even after my weird confession.

“Yes. I think we’re good.”

I hope you guys like this one! Constructive criticism is always appreciated! :)

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Push It

Personal Trainer!Miguel x Reader

TW: Body Dysmorphia, anxiety

Part 2 here!

You were questioning every decision you had made, probably ever, up until this point. Going to the gym hadn’t been your idea, in fact you detested the idea. Nothing about being stuck in a room of sweaty, egotistical gym-bros appealed to you; and you couldn’t think of any scenario where you didn’t make a complete fool of yourself.

Yet here you were, sat in your car clad in some old workout attire that you had dug out of the depths of your closet. 5:23 pm your clock read, and your session was scheduled for 5:30. You contemplated turning around and driving back home, getting into bed and pretending that this whole thing never happened. Your mum would be disappointed, of course she would, she had paid for the sessions, three of them, and pushed you towards the idea. It will be good for you. Get out of your comfort zone! And out of your comfort zone you certainly were.

Water bottle in hand, you made your way to the w entrance. The gym was situated within your local recreation centre, which gave you an inkling of hope that the type of demographic of people working out wouldn’t be seventy percent gym bros and ‘gymfluencers’. The AC hit you as soon as you walked in, the kiosk only metres from the door. You’re greeted by a young lady with short brown hair and heart shaped glasses. Interesting choice, you think.

‘Hi!’ She greets you, voice chirpy. ‘I’m Lyla, is there anything I can help you with?”

You hesitate, then mentally kick yourself for being so awkward.

‘Um, hi, I have a PT appointment for 5:30.. with Jess” Your reply comes out more like a question than an answer, and Lyla’s face falls just slightly.

“Oh.. of course, well- Jess is actually on sick leave at the moment!” She replies, and your heart sinks. This isn’t what you anticipated, having partially convinced yourself to come with the reassurance that your trainer would be a woman. Lyla’s pink nails tap away at the keyboard, before she looks up at you once more.

“Miguel will be taking your time slot for today, and probably for the near future. That is, if you want to continue after the three sessions you’ve paid for.” She smiles, and you’re about to say no, no you can’t go with whoever this other person is. You had prepared yourself to go with Jess, and that’s who you wanted to go with.

Before you can speak and back out, the automatic door of the far side of the room slides open and a tall man with a clipboard steps out.

“Oh! Great timing, here he is” Lyla says, and the man looks up.

Shit. You think, taking him in. He was hot, and probably one of the fittest people you had ever seen. At least 6”5, with the body of someone who has never missed a workout in their life. Tanned skin, striking dark eyes and darker wavy hair to match. He wears a deep blue polo with the rec centres logo on it, and a dark pair of track pants to match. Looking up from his clipboard, he catches your eye, making his way over.

“Miguel, this is your 5:30 client, who you’re taking over for Jess?” Lyla says, looking between you.

“Hey” he greets, and his voice is deep and even. “You ready?” He asks, and you can only nod, not trusting your voice to not crack.

“Come on then, let’s sit down first and talk about what your goals are and then we can get started” he smiles at you, gesturing for you to follow. He leads you through the same automatic door that he came out of into the gym room. You take in your surroundings, heart thumping as you look at the people around you all immersed in their own workouts. Leading you to a small room in the corner, you take a seat. You’re nervous, unsettled and fidgeting as you sit. Why? Why did you agree to this? It was a bad idea, you shouldn’t have-

“So,” he breaks you out of your internal crisis. “I’m Miguel, which you already know. I know you were scheduled in with Jess but she won’t be available for a little while. I hope you don’t mind?..” he prompts you, searching your eyes.

“Oh.. well, it’s fine.. not much you can do about it” You offer weakly, avoiding his gaze.

“Right, well.. I’m gonna need you to fill out some paper work, it’s just a consent form and terms and conditions. Take as long as you need reading over them, no rush.” He hands you the paper, and you skim over the words before signing your signature on the bottom; sliding the clipboard back towards him.

“Great! Now just some questions. What is it that you’re looking to get out of these sessions?”

You hesitate before speaking, willing your voice to remain even.

“Well.. to be honest with you it wasn’t my idea to come here, I’m not.. I’m not really into working out” you say quietly, averting your gaze. “But I guess I’d like to be fitter.. maybe gain some more confidence” you finish, finally making eye contact with you. He smiles reassuringly, and you feel yourself flushing under his gaze.

“Sure, we can definitely work on that. Exercising isn’t just about wanting to look good, but it’s also great for your mind. You’ll start to feel more comfortable the more you do it, everyone starts somewhere.” He says finally, standing up.

He starts you off on the treadmill, showing you how to operate it all while explaining the importance of warming up and cooling down. Which you knew, of course, you weren’t totally clueless. But you listened anyway, nodding occasionally to demonstrate that you were listening. By the end of your warm up you had a slight sting in your calves, the incline pushing you just that little bit further.

He’d then taken you through a number of upper body exercises, explained the difference between ‘pull’ and ‘push’ days, and by the end of the session you were well and truly sweating. You were flushed in the face while going through your stretches, chatting idly away with Miguel as you tried to work away the tightness in your limbs. It hadn’t been so bad, you thought. Miguel was a good teacher, patient and willing to explain things more than once. You were nervous, sure, and felt as though you stuck out like a sore thumb; but by the end of it you didn’t feel like you were going to jump out of your skin. You might’ve even gone as far to say that you enjoyed it, though you’d never say that out loud.

Leading you to the door, you thank him for helping you; even smiling as you make your way to the exit. Getting into your car, you decide that you’ll come see him again, at least just to use your remaining two sessions.

When you returned home you were considerably more happy than you were before the session, energised, a nice little heat smouldering in your core. You looked at yourself in the mirror, taking in your appearance; analysing every inch of your body. You were going to become fitter, look stronger- and Miguel was going to show you just how to do it.

You’d need some new gym clothes, lest you wear the same outfit every single time, which just wouldn’t do. You made a mental note to make a trip to the shops to buy something a little more suitable.

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Miguel watched you leave, your figure trotting away towards the exit. You had been flushed at the end of the session, appearance disheveled and thoroughly worked out. You’d be sore tomorrow, he was sure of it.

He had been annoyed at first, taking you on. It wasn’t the first time that he had picked up the slack for one of his coworkers, taking on clients that he didn’t necessarily want to take on. Not that he could stay angry with Jess, she had a baby to look after and she had covered for him on a number of times in the past. Nevertheless, he was frustrated at taking you on. Almost rolling his eyes as he clapped them on you, standing before him as if you thought he was going to eat you. You were not the usual type of client that he would agree to train, that was for sure.

Clients weren’t an issue for Miguel, he knew that. He had both women and men alike lining up to be trained by him, he could afford to be picky with who he chose to train. This was last minute, and had it not been for Lyla’s persistence, he might have turned you away.

By the end of it, he was glad that he didn’t. You were a slight little thing compared to him as most people tended to be; and you were nervous. It was all over your face, you did not want to be there. Averting your gaze, only speaking when spoken to, but you were polite and eager to please.

He had admittedly gone easy on you, not wanting to scare you away before you even got started. He was patient, explaining things to you more than once when you asked in a small little voice. Demonstrating the exercises perhaps a little too enthusiastically. More than once he had to resist the urge to place his much larger hands on your supple waist to guide you, to put you just where he wanted you. That would be yet to come, he would have you eventually. But, he had to warm you up to him first; prime you good and proper for him.

And what a sweet little thing you were, so quiet, so impressionable. And you were all his now, he’d be damned if he let Jess have you now. He would have to tread carefully not to frighten you off, not push you too hard lest you become burnt out. No, he would apply just the right amount of pressure to get you where you needed to be. He was going to help you bloom, and you would be oh so grateful.

He smirks to himself, going over the checklist he had created for your first workout; already thinking of what he would do with you next. You had only just started, but now that he had you under his wing; there was no way he was going to let you go.

#Miguel O’Hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x y/n #reader insert #miguel o’hara x you

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