#Advantages of Hiring Professionals for Fit-Out

[bagtesh1523]

interior fit-out

shreebagtesh is the Interior fit-out refers to fitting a space into a ready-to-use form. It could be a home, an office, a store or a hotel. A good fit out renders a place cozy, functional and spruced. Fit-out experts ensuring floors and lights, as well as furniture and décor, come together seamlessly.

Types of Fit-Outs

Shell & Core Fit-Out: Relates to preliminary buildings such as outer walls, stairs, elevators, etc., and also mechanical works. Resources inside are incomplete for additional customization.

Category A Fit-Out: Includes important items, such as floors, ceilings, lights, HVAC, electric systems, and bathrooms, making the space usable but not yet personalized.

Category B Fit-Out: Covers final steps with partition, branding, furniture, and decor, IT to suit business or home.

Advantages of Hiring Professionals for Fit-Out

Better Space Use: It’s what experts call maximizing every inch. Function and flow are elevated with every square foot being utilized.

Looks & Brand Boost: A good fit-out demonstrates personality, style, and branding, whether in an office or at home.

Boosts Work & Comfort: Good layouts and ergonomic designs boost office productivity and bring home comfort.

BEST MATERIALS & CRAFTSMANSHIP:

The best materials and proper work are used by professional companies, ensuring quality and a premium finish.

Important Aspects of  Fit-Out An ideal fit-out integrates numerous components to create a cohesive and functional space. The key parts are:

Space Planning & Layout: Good use of space helps improve function and flow. Custom layouts suit personalised requirements.

Partitioning & Walls: Partitions of glass, wood, or metal delineate spaces but provide an open feeling, soundproofing of offices and meeting rooms.

Flooring & Ceiling: Durable types of ground covering, e.g., wood, tiles, vinyl, or carpets. False ceilings with inbuilt lighting & sound functionalities

Fit-Out Process: What is it and how does it work?

A well-laid-out plan facilitates the conversion of a space into a fully functional one. Here’s the usual process:

Consultation & Planning: Understanding clients’ needs, goals, and budget. See the potential of the space.

Concept Design & Planning: Concepts–3D models and design layouts for a vision. Select materials and colors for a cohesive appearance.

Fit-Out Construction: Install walls, floors, ceilings, and partitions. Electrical, heating, cooling, and plumbing work.

Finishing Touches: Styling with furniture, decor, and branding is final. Double-check to guarantee a flawless task.

Experience & Work:

Look at previous jobs to see skills in your kind of space.

Why us? Anyone dreading an fit-out and feeling that an empty space can never be made functional or beautiful? Suitable fit-outs for a home, office, store, or any spot increase use, comfort, and style. And if you are considering an upgrade, working with experts ensures the process goes smoothly to yield fantastic results. Prepared to create an environment that suits your vision? Professional fit-out, starting today!

[sukunasweetheart]

the whole court and justice system stuff going on right now in jjk is giving me ideas for modern au where criminal!sukuna put on trial for some heinous deeds he's done... but upon a fated happenstance he gets to hire the most perfect and competent defence lawyer who manages to somehow get him out of the situation as a free and innocent man. and being the charismatic and so very thoughtful man that he is, he decides he wants to do something for you in return...

warnings; female reader, smut, oral fem!receiving, mentions of murder and killing, dubcon-ish, morally corrupted reader, mildly submissive sukuna, male masturbation, cum in panties

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criminal!sukuna, who's showing you gratitude in the only way he knows how... somewhere in a secluded room with the door locked behind. he sinks to his knees and hikes up your skirt, slides your panties down...

criminal!sukuna, who's kneeling down while your back is against the wall, one of your legs propped up on his shoulder as he eats you out so good that you're shuddering and twitching with every flicker of his tongue against your clit...

criminal!sukuna, who is getting drunk on the taste of you on his tongue, disregarding the fact that his face is beginning to sweat from the heat between your legs, and his cock is so hard that it hurts right now.

criminal!sukuna, who pulls out orgasm after orgasm out of you, not minding your slick that dribbles down his chin from doing so.

(how far will you let him take this?)

sukuna hadn't really cared much, whether he were to be ruled as innocent or be judged as guilty and sent to prison. he really was just planning on going with the flow, whichever direction life threw him in-- he's not one to cry and throw a tantrum over spoiled milk... if he gets locked up, so be it, he'd either find a way to cunningly get back out or he'd probably rise to the top amongst the inmates inside.

so even when he was introduced to you, a famously proficient defence lawyer and the top in your field, he wasn't expecting much from you at all.

but upon his first meeting with you, you managed to pique his interest when you confessed that you didn't give a fuck whether he's actually a criminal or not. as long as he's paying good money, you're going to get him out with 100% innocence. and to do that, you'll need a bit of his cooperation and honesty. whatever information you ask for, he needs to provide. so you can either slip it under the rug, or use it to your advantage in court.

he already thinks you're pretty fuckin' sexy. your formal and classy lawyer fit, tight ass pencil skirt... he'd like to get under it. your snobby and overly professional attitude. hah. he'd like to rip that away from you and see what's underneath all of it.

but for now, he does as you advise of him.

there were many instances where masses of journalists with their obnoxious mics and flashing cameras surrounded sukuna while he was getting moved from place to place with cuffs on his hands. he remained expressionless, all while thinking of how nice it would feel to paint the concrete floors with the blood of all these people. he'd even spare one of them, so they could publish whatever rubbish story they wanted. let the whole world know what he is.

and amongst all those who were against him, there really was only you. he's not quite used to this feeling, of having someone at his defence. he's never really needed it until he eventually slipped up and a detective caught onto his trail. he spent a considerable amount of time with you one-on-one.

while he was detained for a time before the trial began, there were times you visited him because you needed some confirmation on some of the information you had, but you also wanted to give him some advice on how he should answer questions when he was being interrogated.

"well, aren't i lucky to have a visitor with such a pretty face? nothing but unsightly insects and the stench of men in this filthy place," sukuna crooned with mischief in his tone, sitting himself down in front of you as a thin transparent wall separated the two of you.

"endure it. you won't be here for long after all."

god, he'd never seen someone with more confidence than himself in a long while. he wondered how you'd look if you did end up losing the trial. what a humiliation that would be. but something inside him said that you were going to prevail. his gut feelings are usually never wrong.

he's still quite nonchalant about it all, but oh boy, when he's sat next to you in court and watches you defend him against the prosecutor in front of a crowd for the first time... it does something to him. your voice, confident and clearly audible, how you articulate your words... all for his sake? (not really. but you get what i mean.)

"i know being cocky is your whole theme... but it'd be helpful if you could refrain from smirking or looking unapologetic during the trial. to get the jury on our side." you'd told him.

and he's trying, he really is (kind of...), but the corners of his mouth keep rising every time you debunk a piece of evidence presented by the prosecutor with ease. their expressions are really amusing. it's obvious how frustrated they are getting.

then he also thinks about what you'd said to him after that.

"ah, but perhaps... the media will favour you a bit better. they're always biased towards handsome faces. and don't underestimate the public's influence on court rulings."

you'd called him handsome, in such a matter of fact way. not that it was a rare occurrence- but something about you openly admitting it with your rigid personality had him going in a way no one else could.

in a matter of weeks, the tables had turned completely, and the court ruled him as an innocent man.

triumphant, you gathered your documents neatly put them in one pile. he's declared free to go, and while the place slowly empties of people, you meet sukuna in a now empty hall.

"so, you've set me free. knowing that i really was the one who did it," he voices dangerously, with a smirk. "i'd have to say, it's foolish thing to do. what if i made you my next victim? criminals know no courtesy, after all."

"you paid me a hefty sum. i don't do this for courtesy, you should know this by now. if i die by the hands of someone i defended, then so be it. i'll gladly bear the consequences of my own actions."

part of him wants to test your words. but it'd be such a waste to have you dead. right now, he's aching for something else.

"bold statement. you're not even a bit afraid? my cuffs have been off for a while now." you don't flinch even as he reaches out and palms your cheek. his hand is warm.

"not at all. you've been the most unreadable criminal i've defended, but after speaking to you for a while, i believe i've gotten better at interpreting your expressions."

"you've been reading me like a book, hey? well, enlighten me. i'm interested in hearing your thoughts."

"i may know what you want, but i don't plan on giving it to you. that's one line i don't cross with my clients."

"...oh yeah? well, good thing i'll be the one giving instead. how about we find an empty room first?"

"i don't need-"

"or should we do it here? do you like being an exhibitionist?"

you purse your lips together and give him a stern look, arms crossed.

"c'mon sweetheart. keep staring at me like that, and i'll get hard."

"enough. i have another client waiting."

"i'm sure you do. so i'll make it quick. you deserve a little something after all that hard work."

in the end, he successfully drags you off to a secluded room, somewhere in the building.

which finally brings you to present time...

sukuna's knees are probably going to be bruised later on. but at the moment, he doesn't feel a thing. all he can feel is arousal when he hears your whines and moans that seem so unlike you. gripping at his head, full body twitching as he sucks around your puffy and swollen clit, every huffing breath he takes in having the scent of you drenched in it.

you reach your third orgasm while standing in his manner, and he groans deeply as he feels it, your cunt pulsing against his lips.

you're clasping a hand over your mouth, but your muffled noises are still audible. deep down, you're starting to admit that perhaps you needed this, after all. sukuna was undeniably attractive, and you'd been constantly reminding yourself that he was but a murderer with blood on his hands... all for your efforts to come crashing down now.

it feels too good. he's getting you hot and bothered in a way no one else does. his hands palm and grope your asscheeks, touching whatever he can. whatever you'll let him.

once your clit begins to get too sensitive that it hurts, you have to push him away. and when he comes out from under your skirt, you take quite the liking to the state of his disheveled hair, flushed cheeks, your slick shining on his chin, and his glassy eyes. your leg comes off his shoulder, and the two of you are panting for a full minute before saying anything.

"fuck... i'll be honest, it was better than i thought it would be," you tell him, chest still rising up and down from the sexual high.

"bet it was. it's the least i could do after you were so good to me..." sukuna responds teasingly with a hoarse voice, looking up at you with his knees still against the floor, grinning.

you stare back, until your eyes wander down to the outline of his dick in his pants, clearly strained by the fabric.

"and what about you?" you ask with plenty a playfulness in your tone, smiling so gracefully. his cock visibly throbs when you mention it. you nudge it, gently dragging the tip of your toe up it's shape, still wearing your heels. sukuna doesn't hate it. in fact, he has to swallow up a moan coming from the back of his throat.

"feeling gracious enough to help relieve me?" he says with a cloudy haze in his eyes, grabbing your ankle with one of his calloused hands.

"hmm...not really. but i'm willing to watch you do it yourself."

"how perverted. to think you were so opposed to this, minutes before-"

you press down harder against his erection using the sole of your heel, and he groans, unable to stop himself this time.

"is that a no?"

"...if you'll let me finish in your panties, i will," he relents.

you give it some thought. and then you agree to it.

sukuna stands, and he stands close, towering over you with his height. he wastes no time in unbuckling himself.

revealing his thick cock, you marvel at its size and the way its drooling precum, veins running along its side and twitching against his palm. he begins to stroke himself. other hand against the wall behind you, he starts jacking off like he would if no one were around. like you're not there right in front of him.

you watch with a small smile, staring at his hand that goes up and down his erection at a fast pace. staring down at his leaking tip. listening to his small grunts and the wet sound of him fucking his fist.

then your gaze begins to wander. your eyes trail up and up, reaching his face, where you realise that he's looking directly at you. lust in his irises. your reflection shining in both those pupils of his.

sukuna hasn't touched himself in a while. he's never really needed to. but with a few words from you, he willingly obliged. now when you meet his eyes like that, he can't resist leaning down for a messy kiss with you, all while mumbling "mm..fuck-" against your lips.

he angles his hips closer to your pussy, making it so that every stroke makes his tip catch onto your clitoris. his hand speeds up. you hitch in a breath at the tension, at how close he is, as he's basically leaning into you now.

"i'm close... open up," he mutters into your ear, breaking the kiss.

your panties are hanging between your thighs, and you slip them up a little more up for him. his breathing starts to get faster.

"shit... 'm cumming-"

he aims it to the fabric of your underwear, and releases. sukuna groans deeply, twisting his hand towards the head of his bulbous tip as he spurts rope after rope of his seed on, hips jerking and dick throbbing with every hot string that comes out.

your hole clenches around nothing at the sight. there's so much. you're slightly starting to regret agreeing to this. it might seep out if he continues letting out this much.

thankfully, he comes to a stop soon. he squeezes himself for one last drop, and then his cock starts softening in his hand.

"all done?" you ask.

"every last drop." he watches you with a smirk as you pull it up. the warmth of it hits your cunt and you hide the way it feels arousing. he also tucks himself back in.

"now i'm running late," you say with a frown, taking a quick look at your wristwatch.

"so you actually had someone waiting?" he questions, raising an eyebrow.

"of course. why would i lie about that?"

the thought of you seeing another client with his sticky mess between your legs makes him a little hard again. you start heading off to the door, but he blocks your way.

"we'll be seeing each other again, won't we?"

"i don't know. will we?"

"of course we will," he offers slyly. "i'll have you choking on my dick, next time."

he's very adamant about it, and it doesn't seem like he'll let you through unless you give some sort of agreement to him.

"we'll see about that," you tell him. and then you follow it up with a small kiss to his cheek, which stuns him slightly. you make your way out the door and he stands as he listens to your footsteps that get further and further away.

...he knew that jerking off once would be far from enough for him. he regrets not asking for your panties instead.

Masterlist

[blogport]

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[neunhofferart]

All of the creatives behind CC and CT seem to genuinely love Yasammy, do you feel that's the case?

Also more importantly, is there anything I as a professional nobody can do to help support artists in the current action?

Absolutely! A lot of us always thought they should be together on both shows.

And yes, for those who are unaware-- our union, The Animation Guild (which many of the folks who brought you Jurassic World Camp Cretaceous and Chaos Theory are members of), is currently in negotiations with the AMPTP (The Alliance of Motion Picture and Television Producers, who represent all the studios who EMPLOY union workers) for a new contract for LA union animation workers.

There's a lot of different issues being negotiated over right now (including AI, better pay for undervalued crafts, and a vast number of craft specific issues), but I and many of my former coworkers have been personally affected by the growing trend of studios outsourcing more and more previously UNION jobs to nonunion workers, who are vastly underpaid and overworked without the protections that were negotiated for us here in LA.

I have personally been out of work since February. This can partially be attributed to the fact that studios haven't been greenlighting very many new shows. But it can ALSO be attributed to studios looking for shady ways to cut costs, and deciding they no longer value TV storyboard artists enough to hire them union and pay them what they are really worth (many outsourced storyboard artists are paid a third of what we are paid in LA). Practically everyone I know who I used to work with at Dreamworks TV (with the exception of 1 or 2 people who are about to hit their own end dates soon) are no longer working there, and many are also currently unemployed as well.

To be clear-- I do not blame outsourced workers-- they are also taken advantage of by the studios, and they are often awarded contracts based on whoever bids the least money and time, and then not treated fairly. In an ideal world, everyone should be paid the union rate with the union benefits if they are doing work for a union studio, no matter the location, and whether or not someone is hired should come down purely to whether they are a fit for the project, not whether or not they are the cheapest labor a company can exploit.

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I encourage anyone who has ever enjoyed anything animated and would like to support the people who make animation to check out Animation Workers Ignited for more information, to follow their page on twitter and on instagram, to follow the #StandWithAnimation hashtags (again particularly on twitter and instagram), and to retweet/share/reblog the updates, stories, and firsthand accounts of animation workers that are posted on these platforms to help keep us trending on social media while we're in negotiations. You can also make posts yourselves voicing your own support of us using the #StandWithAnimation hashtag! Please encourage your friends to do all these things as well!

Thank you for asking!

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

After Hours (Geto x Self-Insert!Reader 18+ One Shot) [COMMISSION FILL]

Pairing: Boss!Geto Suguru x Secretary!Self-Insert!Reader

Synopsis: In which Geto Suguru, your boss, and owner of his own public relations firm, celebrates a job well done on a five-month-long project with you, his trusty secretary, but what was once a friendly, professional relationship between you turns into something else when the staff goes home for the night and champagne gets involved.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); Reader is Black, Fem & Plus-Sized; Crush Confession; Some Power Play; Sexual Tension; Office Sex; Mild BDSM; MDom/fsub; Geto Pours Champagne on the Titties & Kitty; Temperature/Sensory Play; Ice Play; Cunnilingus; Sex Against the Window; Geto Got a Big Ol' Dick; Unprotected PIV; Mutual O; Cum on Ass; Aftercare; Surprise Ending 

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: Once again, a big thank you to @curiouscutie143 for allowing me to bring her fantasies to life. I had so much fun writing boss!Geto & now I wanna lowkey write a longer fic about an office romance with him. Enjoy! -Jazz ❤️❤️

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“Cheers,” your boss says with a smile. “To the successful end of this stupid fucking waste of time.” 

You laugh, lightly clinking your champagne flute with the extremely handsome, wealthy, intoxicating man sitting next to you on his office couch…who also, again, happens to be your boss. “It wasn’t a waste,” you giggle. “But I will say it was very time-consuming. At least we got it done in time.” 

Geto Suguru hums in agreement as he takes a sip of the champagne in unison with you, making even that look hot.

He is truly a man to behold with his long, black hair he kept tied into a respectable ponytail, a lean build under his button-down and slacks, gage earrings that he purposely kept in for tonight’s festivities, brown eyes you could swim in forever, and tattoos that he usually keeps hidden beneath his blazers and designer suit jackets, but tonight are exposed under his rolled-up sleeves. 

He puts all models and men to shame with his beauty. And wealth! He is his own boss and CEO of his own PR firm which he has owned for over six years now. It skyrocketed in popularity in only a year, earning the title of the 6th most popular business in Japan which has jumped to 2nd place on that list. You joined his team two years later as his personal secretary after working as an assistant for his HR team. 

Geto, who interviewed and hired you, was so impressed with your work and presentation that he offered you the job. “I need a personal secretary,” he explained to you, “and I think you’d be the perfect fit.” Two years later, you’re still here and you don’t see yourself going anywhere else. Geto is a wonderful boss who offers great pay, supreme benefits, and understands the importance of mental health days. 

Though he doesn’t allow anyone to play with him or his money. If he suspects that an employee is not giving him the most on the clock or is taking advantage of his kindness, he will either straighten them out himself with a private meeting or send them on their way. However, he is a kind, respectable, understanding man that you are honored to have worked for for four years. 

And a man that you have embarrassingly been crushing on for four years. “All thanks to you,” he praises. “I can’t tell you enough how grateful I am to you, V. Seriously; I so appreciate all of those times you’ve stayed late with me and the team and set up all of those lunch meetings and conference calls.” 

Those eyes, so generous and kind, smile at you in his spacious, luxurious office. Seriously; Geto’s office is like a damn penthouse stretching over 900 square feet with polished marbled floors and open-brick walls. A kitchenette, coffee section, wine mini bar, and bathroom sit on the left side of the office while his mahogany desk and bookcase sit on the right.

His lounging section, or “decompression area” as he calls it, sits smack dab in the middle, included with two chairs and a couch you both currently occupy with a glass coffee table sitting in the middle. 

Though the office is wide enough for space, you feel as if the walls are closing in on you the more you sit and stare at Geto. “Well, that’s my job anyway,” you joke, clearing your throat. “It was no trouble, Mr. Geto, really! I’m honored you chose me to work with you on this.” 

Geto scoffs, raising an eyebrow at you as he begins to loosen his tie with one hand. “You thought I wouldn’t?” he chuckles. “You’re my trusted assistant and a great employee. Plus, dealing with people is your specialty, unlike me. If anyone was needed on this project, it was you.” 

You feel like you flush as red as the cocktail dress you are wearing despite the fact you’re as Black as your mama.

Tonight was the celebration of your five-month project ending. Geto has been interested in partnerships and merging his firm with other companies, especially tech companies. When a popular tech firm in Germany reached out, it took about five months to get everything finalized and a lot of reaching out to multiple people. 

You sweated over this project, doing work at home, setting up meetings, and sometimes staying late with Geto and his business team where he ordered Chinese and pizza for the crew around dinnertime.

There were also days and nights when everyone wasn’t here then you’d be with Geto in his office, typing up memos and emails he would think of at the top of his head. But you didn’t mind. Not only did your boss pay you overtime for all the hours you spent working on this, but it also meant you could spend more time with him. 

Finally, just a week ago, the project was completed and Geto’s partnership was greenlit. All staff was invited to the party, including those who didn’t even work on it, to celebrate such a milestone for Geto’s firm. Food, alcohol, and music were all included, lasting from 5 PM to 9 at night.

You danced and sang karaoke with your coworkers and friends, trying to get Geto to join in though it was like trying to pull teeth out of his mouth. He looks more relaxed now as he loosens his tie and pops a collar to his shirt, revealing the column of his throat and toned chest. You look away, feeling warm. 

“Now I can finally rest without hurrying here at 6 AM to prepare for meetings or deal with that stupid fucking Excel chart,” he huffs, revealed. “And we’re blessed with a new partnership. Praise God or whoever.” He points his glass to the ceiling before taking a sip of the Brüte champagne. You giggle, feeling his relief. 

Suddenly, the door to his office opens and you startle as if you were just caught in a very compromising position with your boss. Gojo Satoru, your supervisor, Geto’s right hand, and the heart throb of the office (understandably since the man is just as fine as Geto), pokes his snow-white head into the room. 

“You two still in here?” he scoffs, glaring at you beneath his glasses. “Oooh, are those more of those cupcake cheesecakes?” He strides into the room and bends down to pluck one of the tiny cakes off of Geto’s desk, but Geto chucks a pillow at him. “Uh-uh, greedy,” he criticizes. “You barely left any of the food at the party earlier. Besides, aren’t you goin’ for dinner now?” 

Gojo catches the pillow with one hand, grinning. “Dinner and drinks,” he cackles. “Shoko, Yuki, and I were wonderin’ if you two wanted to come along and not be boring for once.” He slips his glasses down his nose and winks at you, indicating that he’s joking.  

Knowing his game and having this relationship with Gojo, you play along. “I am not boring,” you scoff, putting a hand to your chest. “My cat thinks I’m a lot of fun at 3 AM, thank you very much. I put on all kinds of concerts for her!” 

Geto gives a big laugh that lights your insides up while Gojo physically cringes. “Fun to us isn’t just downing shots and passin’ out on our couch, Satoru,” your boss scoffs. His friend takes a moment to think about it, sitting down on the edge of Geto’s desk. “Okay, point taken, but the offer is still open. C’mon, we need to celebrate and it’s a Friday night!” 

Even with his friend’s whining, Geto shakes his head, looking apologetic. “Thanks, but not tonight,” he sighs. “I wanted to clean up my office a bit before I head home and get some much-needed sleep.”

Gojo takes his glasses off and rolls his ocean-blue eyes. “Such an old man,” he huffs. “What about you, Ms. V? You up for some fun with me?” The gorgeous, Colgate smile he gives you is full of temptation, but you’ve already had enough drinking and dancing for tonight. 

“Thank you, Satoru,” you sweetly say, “but I have to get ready for a family event tomorrow. My mom is forcing me to help cook.” You get up from the couch and saunter over to him, barely seeing his eyes glazing over your hips. “Buuut if y’all ever decide to have another night out, let me know and I’ll put it on my calendar.” 

You take the pillow from him and offer him a sweet smile which he returns. It damn near makes him prettier. “Will do,” he replies. His phone suddenly dings and he sighs. “That’s Shoko chewin’ me out,” he announces, slipping off the desk and heading to the door on his long legs. “I’ll see you two kids later. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do…or do. I don’t give a fuck.” 

He gives you another wink and a smile before slipping out of the office and shutting the door behind him. “Have fun!” you call after him. Once he leaves, you realize how quiet the building seems. “Any of the janitors still here?” you curiously ask Geto. 

He is still sitting on the couch, one arm draped over the back of the couch and still sipping his champagne. “Nah, I sent everybody home after the party ended.” He gives you a curious look, almost looking like a puppy...or maybe that’s just the champagne getting to you. You only had a half of glass at the party and now you find your current glass empty. 

“How come you didn’t want to go with Satoru, if you don’t mind me asking?” he suddenly asks, his head cocked to the side. You don’t mind since Geto and you have a very “close” relationship. 

It’s one of the closest you have at work, ironically enough. You know what his condo looks like having visited there before to deliver papers and packages that accidentally came to the office.

You know his birthday and he knows yours, even sending you flowers to your apartment every year, each one bigger and more beautiful than the last.

You talk about anything that annoys or bothers you when you find yourselves together, even sometimes having lunch together (for work purposes). 

You would say that he is almost like your work husband, but that would be pushing it. You find yourself needing to remind yourself that he’s your boss! No matter how good he looks in his suits or the way you feel when he praises your work, you must remember that. This is your job. Your responsibility.

“Eh,” you sigh with a shrug. “Sometimes, I just like being home to unwind and relax. Nothing beats a glass of wine, a hot bath, and a movie.” Geto nods, understanding. 

“What about you?” you curiously ask as you sit back down beside him. “Why didn’t you go with Gojo? He’s your best friend, right?” 

Geto drains the rest of his glass before pouring another. “Unfortunately,” he jokes, making you laugh. He seems to enjoy that. “Nah, but I’m the same: sometimes, I like to unwind with some drinks and social outings, and other times, I just chill at home in my very spacious, very lonely condo with my dog. When you’re the owner of a PR firm, it’s usually the second one.” 

You can’t help but feel sad about that. “So was that story about your mom a lie?” he asks with a smirk. Sheepishly, you nod. “So I’m guessin’ that show for your cat is the move for tonight?” 

You would say yes, but something pulls you back. You don’t know if it’s the champagne or the way Geto’s cologne smells, but something is keeping you glued to the couch with him. “W-Well, I was gonna say I can help you clean up your office if you want…a-and drink the rest of this champagne!” You pick up the bottle and pour yourself another glass, raising it to him. 

Geto looks taken aback as he clinks his glass with yours. “I mean…if you want,” he hesitantly says. “You absolutely don’t have to stay for my sake, V. You’re not on the clock.” 

You flush, not wanting him to think you’re weird for staying here or that you have ulterior motives (which you do). “It’s okay!” you laugh, waving your manicured hand. “Really! Call me weird, but I kind of like organizing.” 

Geto laughs at this, getting up from the couch. “Well, now I know why your office is so pristine,” he chuckles. “Lemme turn on some music then.”

You watch him as he walks over this his desk, shamelessly ogling his firm, toned, juicy ass in his slacks. You would give so much to feel it in your hands, your nails digging into the flesh while his hips grind against yours, his cock buried deep inside your– 

The sound of a piano mixed with horns and a smooth bass makes you jump, deep in your naughty thoughts. Geto sighs and his shoulders loosen as he presses the volume up on his Bluetooth, happy and relaxed.

“Jazz music?” you snort. He gives you a sheepish smirk. “I know, I know: I’m an old man.” To make him feel better, you begin to snap your fingers, albeit offbeat, and that makes him laugh even harder. 

For the next hour, you sit with your boss and help him organize his office while downing champagne. While he rearranges items on his desk, you lounge on his couch with your heels off and organize documents, either throwing some away or keeping some to file. You talk every so often about everything––new movies, restaurants, plans for the summer, etc. But the silence that follows these conversations isn’t awkward, but peaceful and comfortable. You feel relaxed with Geto. 

“So what’s the plan for this weekend?” he suddenly asks as he organizes his bookcase. “Maybe a date or something?” You pause, not sure why this question is making you feel so frazzled. “If that’s too personal, I understand,” he quickly adds, noticing your reluctance to answer. 

You push your glass away, having already finished your second glass. You feel bubbly and loose, the alcohol sinking its claws into you. “No,” you reply, sheepishly so. “No dating for me right now with work and everything. Maybe one day if I find the right person.” 

Geto hums and goes back to organizing his books. You continue to work, mostly to give your hands something to do. “What about you?” you ask. “With your kinda money, you could take a weekend trip to Mexico for the hell of it, if you wanted!” 

Your boss suddenly turns, his expression stoic and a brow raised. “Exactly how much money do you think I have, Ms. L/N?” he asks in a deep voice that makes your pussy jump.

At first, you think you went too far but then you see the corner of his mouth flick upwards. “Like you don’t have a condo,” you scoff. “Which I know because I’ve sent you packages from work and secret admirers before.” 

Geto’s brows wrinkle cutely. “Secret admirers?” he parrots. You nod, already giggling at one particular memory. “You remember the flowers sent here when you were sick with COVID that time?” 

He blinks, clueless, and then his eyes widen. “Ohhh, yeah!” he laughs, tossing his head back. “God, Gojo wouldn’t leave me alone about that for weeks. She was an old partner of mine who heard through the grapevine that I was sick.” He turns and leans against his bookcase, his, big, tatted arms crossed over his chest. 

“Oh!” you exclaim, still shuffling papers. You want to give yourself something to do as the next question gnaws at you. “A…business partner?” you carefully ask. You never knew who this woman was that sent Geto the flowers; only that you didn’t know her but she knew your boss. 

“Yes, ma’am,” he replies, giving you a smile that looks almost saddened. “I haven’t dated anyone long-term in over two years. Like you said, maybe one day if I find the right person, but that hasn’t happened yet.” He chuckles to himself. “You’d think it’d be easy with my status, right?” 

You don’t say anything for a while and the silence becomes thick even with the music playing. When he turns around to finish his work, you finally get up the nerve to speak to his backside. 

When you start, you can’t stop yourself, the champagne overflowing out of your mouth. “You know, if it’s any consolation to you, I-I think you’d deserve to meet someone nice,” you stutteringly say. “You’re a very good man, Mr. Geto.” 

And then he turns slowly to you and the way the city lights from the window reflect on his shocked face and in his eyes makes you realize what you just said. “V,” he says, his voice breathless and soft. You cover your mouth but it’s too late. You can’t take them back. “Shit, I shouldn’t have said that,” you quietly gasp. 

Immediately, you get up, but the papers you were organizing fall from your lap onto the floor. 

“I’m so, so sorry!” you squeak. “I-I should leave!” You’re near tears, a hot rush of humiliation falling on you. You fall onto your knees and begin picking up the papers, swearing as you do. 

“No, no, V,” Geto says, walking toward you. “It’s okay. You don’t have to be sorry.” 

“No, I do!” you protest. “That was totally inappropriate! I don’t know why I–” You pause when your finger catches against the edge of a sheet of paper too quickly and it slices into your skin. 

“Ow!” you hiss, immediately snatching your hand away and dropping the paper. 

Quickly, Geto stops the music and rushes over to you. He kneels down in front of you, crushing the papers under his knees as if they mean nothing. “What happened?” he demands.

You silently show him your bleeding finger, whimpering at the sting. “Lemme see,” he says, already taking your hand. He examines the cut and frowns at it. “Oh, honey, it cut you deep,” he coos, the pet name making your stomach flip. He’s never called you that before. “Here, don’t move,” he orders and quickly hurries to his bathroom. 

He returns with a first aid kit and coaxes you to sit up on the couch. He takes your wounded finger in one hand, holding an alcohol swab in the other. “It may sting a bit,” he warns. “Just squeeze my leg if it’s too much.” And it does sting. You hiss and grip his thigh as he cleans the cut, watching your expression. “That’s it,” he softly coos. “Good girl.” 

Your stomach flutters and your body grows hot at the very inappropriate pet name, but what is more inappropriate are the past thoughts you’ve had about him calling you a good girl. His good girl. He smiles at you when he finishes cleaning the cut. “Hard part’s over,” he chuckles. “Now I’ll just add some antibacterial cream and a band-aid to make it all better.” 

You stay quiet as he applies the cream to your cut, his touch soft and gentle. “I’m sorry, Mr. Geto,” you whisper. He narrows his eyes at you. “What are you talkin’ about?” he scoffs. “V, you didn’t do anything wrong. It was just an accident. You could never do anything to upset me…except think that you don’t deserve to date right now.” 

The silence around you swells the instant he says it. “W-What?” you whisper, gaping at him. He continues his work, now wrapping the band-aid around your finger. “Y’know, if it’s any consolation to you, you deserve to meet the right man too. You’re so sweet and smart and beautiful…who wouldn’t want you?” 

Finally, he finishes and just looks at you. You look at him too, both of you just staring at each other in the dimly lit office. Geto finally breaks and pinches the bridge of the nose. “God, I really shouldn’t have said that,” he groans. “We shouldn’t be doing any of this.” 

Seeing his internal battle and realizing that he feels the same way you do, you keep your hand on his thigh and squeeze. “Suguru,” you softly say. “It’s okay.” 

He looks at you in shock. This is the first time you’ve ever used his first name, especially when talking to him. He moves closer to you, making the room feel like it’s shrinking. The city lights reflect in his eyes through the window, twinkling at you. “Say my name again,” he demands but it’s more like a plea. “Tell me what you want me to do, V. You can tell me to stop and I will.” 

You know this is very bad. You know this is wrong. You know that if you do this, you can never go back to the way things were. But you can’t turn back at this point. “Suguru,” you say again, “please. I want this.” You trail your hand up to his chest, feeling his heart pound against your fingertips. “I’ve wanted you for 5 years,” you confess. 

The restraint in Geto’s eyes finally dissipates and he places his hand on top of yours. “Fuck,” he growls. “I’ve wanted this too, V. You have no fuckin’ idea.” He takes both of your hands in his, gently stroking your knuckles with his thumb. “Can I kiss you?” he asks. You damn near choke, feeling like you’re about to faint. 

He scoots closer, close enough to do so himself…but he doesn’t. “I need your words, mama,” he murmurs.

Finally, you find the will to speak: “Yes,” you whimper and it’s enough to make Geto melt. “Kiss me, Suguru.” Immediately, he swoops in and takes you into his arms, holding you against him as he places the hottest, most passionate kiss you’ve ever had on your lips. 

His lips are soft and wet against yours, pulling you in farther and farther. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him flush against you. If this were a romantic comedy, there would be fireworks popping off outside the same way they are in your head. Geto pulls away, softly panting. “Keep talkin’ to me,” he whispers. “Tell me what you want from me.” 

He swoops in to kiss you again, drowning out your soft moans. “Touch me,” you plea into his mouth. “Put your hands on me, Suguru.”

He does just that, his big hands moving down your hips to pull you into his lap. You wrap your arms tight around his neck like a koala bear, latching onto his body. Geto wouldn’t have it any other way. He loves how your soft, pudgy body feels against him and sitting on top of him, your heat radiating from between your thighs against his crotch. Your kisses grow deeper and wetter, your tongues swirling against each other, arousing the both of you.  

“You’re wearing too much,” you whisper, tugging at his collar. He sniggers against your lips, his hands gripping your ass. “So are you,” he chuckles. “But we can help each other with that, can’t we?” Even without the seduction in his gaze, you wouldn’t resist. 

You begin to pop his buttons, yank off his tie, and peel his shirt off while he unzips your dress. You beat him, successfully getting him semi-naked. At the feeling and sight of his toned abs, pecs, and tatted, tanned skin, you damn near get a nosebleed. “Like whatcha see, babydoll?” he purrs. “Because I’m lovin’ what I’m seein’ right now.” 

He coaxes you to stand up in front of him and finally peels off your dress, exposing your lace bra and panties to him. At the sight of you standing between his thighs in only your underwear, stockings, and heels, Geto almost busts a nut. You’re so fucking beautiful, babydoll, shit,” he hisses. 

His hands glide down your sides before pulling you closer. You allow him to do what he wants, loving whatever he does, especially when he latches his lips onto your brown nipples. While he sucks and laps at your nipples, alternating between each, his big hands mold and fondle each juicy breast that his mouth can’t occupy. 

Your sultry, slutty moans are like music to him, way better than the jazz. “Fuck!” you moan. “Suguru…that feels so good!” Your head falls back and your eyes close, the pleasure immense. He’s so, so good with his mouth! You wonder just how good he is eating pussy. 

Geto suddenly looks up at you, his mouth still latched onto your hardened, brown nipple. 

“Lay back on the couch and put your arms over your head,” he orders you. You do so, shivering in delight at him telling you what to do. He then takes his empty champagne glass off of the table and pours himself a glass. 

“Lemme try something,” he pants before slowly pouring some of the champagne over your breasts. You gasp as each cold, little droplet hits your skin, making your nipples even harder. He then swoops down and begins to lap at the champagne, drinking it from between your cleavage and lapping it off your nipples. 

“Mmm,” you softly moan, melting into the couch cushion. You’re so relaxed that you barely notice the ice cube in Geto’s mouth until he’s dragging it over your neck and tits. You gasp, your back arching into his cold lips. 

He smiles, leaning back up with the ice cube in his mouth and giving you an open-mouth kiss. The ice cube falls into your mouth, immediately melting. “That feel good, babydoll?” he chuckles, loving the way your skin jumped at the cold ice cube. 

He continues to suck on your nipples while you grind your hips against his thigh wedged between your thighs. “My, you’re so vocal,” he hums. “Thank God the staff ain’t here or we’d be in big trouble.” He then sits up, straddling you, and slowly takes down his ponytail. Watching his locks of black hair cascade over his shoulders and back is more than you can handle. 

“I need more of you,” he says, sounding hoarse and in need. “Is it okay if I taste you, babydoll? I’ve been dreaming of what you’d feel like against my tongue for so long.” He doesn’t touch you. Not until you say so. Consent being so important to him makes you wetter, your cunt throbbing against his knee. “Yes, sir,” you moan. “Please taste me. I’m yours.” 

He yanks you closer by your legs, making you squeal. “Keep saying that,” he demands. He then hunkers down in between your legs, peppering your jiggly, luscious thighs in kisses. “I’m yours,” you say, a laugh slipping out of you. 

He takes your panties off of you, leaving your heels on. “I’m yours,” you gasp as his lips make contact with your fatter, softer ones down under. His tongue laps and licks at your folds, caressing your clit. He then begins to gently suck on the tiny bud, making your toes curl. “I’m yours, Suguru, fuck!” you moan, your hands lacing in his hair. “Please do that again!” 

Geto smirks against your pussy. “What?” he chuckles. “You mean this?” He does the same move again, this time swirling his tongue around your clit.

The pleasure is overwhelming, making your mind blank and emitting the sluttiest sounds out of you. “Shit, Sugu, yes, fuck!” you pant. “You’re s-so…oooo, fuck, baby, right there!” 

Geto continues to feast on your pussy, eating it up like it’s his last meal for a while. “Goddamn, you’re so fuckin’ cute,” he groans against your slit, his tongue sliding down to your asscrack before sliding back up. “I like seein’ you like this. Keep makin’ more of those sounds for me, babydoll. That’s an order.” 

You can’t help it, so you do it, making as many moans, whines, and grunts as he wants. With the way he works his mouth against your pussy, it’s impossible to not. But when his hands move up to tweak and pinch your nipples, you almost explode.

“Yes, like that!” you whine. “I love that so much! Keep goin’, sir, please, sh-sh-shit!” You begin to grind your clit against his nose while his tongue explores your insides, his hot, wet mouth and cushiony lips too much to bear. You can’t take much more of this! “Shit, Suguru!” you moan. “Fuck, sir, I’m gonna cum!” 

“Mmm-hmm,” Geto hums, slipping his tongue out of you. He begins to suck on your throbbing clit again, making you see heaven. “Say the magic word,” he coos against your clit. Your hands grip his hair as your back arches into his ministrations, needing more. “Please, sir!” you whine. “Please, please let me cum! I need it, please!” 

His chocolate eyes peer up at you through the V of your thighs, demanding you to give him what he wants. “Give it to me, babydoll,” he orders. “Cum all over me. Fuckin’ do it.” As his voice drops several octaves, you feel shivers travel up and down your spine. Your core begins to tighten more and more as you grind against his magical mouth over and over again. 

When you cum, you cum hard. You’ve never had such an intense orgasm before. It tears through you, making you nearly arch off of the bed as you explode in Geto’s mouth. Moans and cries of pleasure leave your lips, tingles of ecstasy coursing through you. The man between your legs hungrily laps at your pussy, slurping up all of the cream that you give him. 

Finally, after several seconds, you come down from your high, aching in the best way possible. Geto pulls away with a sigh, his lips dripping with you. “You’re way better than the champagne,” he chuckles, licking your juices off of his lips. “Now I need more.” 

He seems to shift into a whole other person the more you look at him. His eyes darken and his hands massage your thighs a lot more as if he can’t get enough of them. “I’m sorry, babydoll, but you seem to have made me into a fiend,” he growls. “If you don’t want this, tell me now before I bust a hole through these pants.” 

He grips his hard-on pushing into his slacks and your eyes have never stretched so wide before. 

“B-But what about–” 

“You don’t need to take care of me,” he interrupts. “What you can do is lay back and let me fuck you like I need to.” He gazes down at you, molten lust evident in his eyes. “Will you let me, V?” he asks. “Is that okay with you?” 

Is that okay with you? Your pussy is dripping at the mention of finally getting what she and you both want. Finally!

Instinctively, you open your legs for him, exposing your soaked pussy to his naked eyes only. “Fuck me, sir,” you purr. “I want you so bad. Please, just fuck me now.”

Geto doesn’t need to be told twice. After planting another rough, wet kiss on your lips, he unzips his pants and shrugs his boxers down to his waist. 

Like a Jack-in-the-Box, his cock springs up, fat, long, and throbbing. You practically salivate at the sight of it. Smirkingly, Geto wraps a hand around himself and slowly slides himself home inside the wet, spongy walls of your pretty cunt, emitting a gasp from the both of you.

He looks down at you expectantly, waiting for you to give him the go to move. Once you have adjusted to his size and girth, you put your hands on his shoulders and nod, giving him a reassuring smile. 

He settles on top of you, keeping his arms on either side of you to hold himself up, and slowly begins to rock his hips. As soon as he begins to sheathe his cock in and out of you, you feel the pleasure you felt before return but it’s increased by 100. You are overwhelmed with ecstasy every time Geto pumps his cock inside of you and his pelvis rubs against your clit, unable to hold back the slutty sounds dripping from your open mouth. 

Geto smiles down at you, loving how adorable you look underneath him as you take his cock. He holds himself up with one hand to hold one of your juicy tits in his hand, loving how it jiggles as he fucks himself down into you. “So needy for me,” he sighs. “So fuckin’ cute.” His hips piston into yours just right, nailing that spot again and again as he fucks you into the couch. 

“Fuck, Sugu!” you cry, gripping his broad shoulders. “Please go faster! Fuck me faster, sir!” His handsome face flushed and black strands of hair falling in his face, Geto gives you what he wants. He sits up and grips your fleshy thighs before pumping his cock deeper and faster into you, causing the sounds of your moans to grow louder. 

If anyone were to be outside of the office right now, they would immediately know what’s going down in Mr. Geto Suguru’s office. The sound of sex–grunts, moans, whimpers, couch springs bouncing, skin slapping against skin–is way too obvious to pass it off as something else. The idea of that makes you wetter and tighter around Geto’s cock. It makes him damn near insane. 

Unable to control himself any longer, his big hands move under your ass to pull you to him. 

He then sits up with you and slowly stands, lifting you up with him. You gasp, gripping onto him tight like a cobra, and he chuckles. “I’ve got you, honey. Don’t worry, just hold onto me.” You do so as he walks over to his office window, the glittering lights of the city gleaming back at you. He slowly puts you down and wordlessly stares at you, his gaze dark and oh-so seductive. 

You don’t have to ask what he wants. Immediately, you turn around and place your hands on the cold glass of the window, sticking your ass out for him. “Damn, I didn’t even have to tell you to assume the position,” he chuckles. “I guess you’re feenin’ too.” His hand caresses your asscheeks, his thick fingers massaging them. 

You look down at the streets below, seeing people walking their dogs and having a night out on the town. You’ve never done anything like this before, but the idea of having sex in front of a window where anyone could look up and see you makes you wetter than you’ve ever been in your life. And nobody would ever know that it’s your boss giving you such good dick.

Your coherent thoughts are pushed to the back when Geto slaps his cock up against your asscheeks and then sinks himself back into your pussy. “Shit, baby!” he hisses, immediately going back to railing you. “You’re tighter than before.” 

You whine in response as he grips your hips, pumping himself into you like you’re no more than a toy. A fleshlight. His personal sex object. It’s so dirty. So wrong.

And yet it feels so, so good. You can’t deny how much you enjoy his thick cock stretching you out and sending sparks of pleasure throughout your brain. How much you love the sweet ache in your knees and your body. How much you love the way he makes your tits and ass jiggle as he fucks you.

Speaking of ass, Geto is a fiend for it, staring at the way it shakes and jiggles as he fucks your pussy. “I need to see this ass bounce for me,” he shudderingly groans, giving your ass a harsh smack. You gasp at the sting, the nasty act of it making your pussy throb around him. 

“Do that again!” you whine and he does, the pain mixing with the pleasure as he sinks his cock back into you again and again, going deeper and deeper each time. You have to brace yourself against the window the more he pounds into you, going so fast that he could damn well put a pornstar to shame with his stamina. “Fuck, Sugu, yes!” you sob. “Y-Yeah, just like that, fuck me just like that!” 

“Fuck me back, babydoll,” he demands. “Work for that cum, c’mon. Be a good secretary for me.” You do so, pressing into your heels and tossing your ass back into him. “God, that’s it!” he moans, giving you another spank as a reward. “I’ve always dreamed of fucking you like this. Always wanted to see you like this.” 

You want to tell him the same, but your tongue is tied, the pleasure making you crazy as you begin to frantically rub your clit. You can quickly feel that knot in your stomach about to snap the more he fucks you. You feel him press himself against you, pushing you into the window. You gasp as the cold glass touches your bare, brown tits pushed against the window while Geto’s big, rock-hard body pushes against your back. 

“You wanna cum with me, babydoll?” he pants into your ear. “Tell me. Tell me you wanna cum with me.”

You can feel the wetness begin to drip down your thighs and stain his balls, no doubt getting on the floor. “Tell me you want me to give you my cum,” he growls. “Say it. Tell me where the fuck you want it.” 

Somehow, you find the words to speak and scream out, “Yes! Yes, sir, I want your cum! Do it on me, please! I don’t care where! Just please, please cum with me!”

That just about makes Geto snap. He turns your face and tongue kisses you, his lips and mouth tasting like a night of champagne. You don’t speak as he continues to rail you, chasing his orgasm at full speed and taking you along for the ride.

When you both finally cum, you do so together. He manages to pull out of you quickly and pumps his cum all over your plump, soft, perfect ass while you do so onto his hand, his fingers replacing yours. 

Swears, sobs, and moans leave your lips as you’re finally released like a genie in a bottle, your orgasm hitting you dead on. It drains all of the energy out of you, making your knees buckle and your body feel weak.

“I’ve got you,” Geto softly says, hugging you to him from the back. “Just melt into me, mama. It’s okay.” 

Deliriously and happily, you smile, doing as he says. You loop an arm around his head, bringing him closer to you. You don’t ever want to leave his arms. You want to stay like this forever, pressed against him in his office, while the rest of the world turns and moves outside. At some point, you both sink onto the floor and just stay there for a while, silence descending onto you. 

Once the pleasurable fog of your orgasm fades, the concrete realization hits you like a truck: you just had sex with your boss. Geto seems to know what you’re thinking though and turns your face towards his. “Tell me how you feel,” he tells you, his eyes firm but soft. “Listen, I don’t want you to regret what we did, Y/N, ‘cause I don’t. This was real for me.” 

He bites on his bottom lip, looking flushed and nervous. You’ve never seen him look like that before. “I know this was a lot, but if you want, I’d like to turn this into something more. But it’s all up to you.” You blink at him, wondering if he’s serious. He continues to hold that firm yet nervous look, his eyes hopeful. 

After sex like that, you’d be crazy to say no! You place a hand on his cheek and move in to kiss him softly. He accepts the kiss, his lips dancing with yours before you pull away. “I’m ready to try if you are, sir,” you softly answer. “But dinner would be nice.”

Geto begins to laugh and kisses your hand. “Of course,” he chuckles, sounding relieved. “You like Italian? Or maybe ramen? I know this place that just opened that–” 

Knock, knock, knock! Quickly, Geto places himself in front of you, blocking you from whoever is at his office door. Fear jumps inside of you, making your stomach churn. “I thought you said nobody was here!” you hiss. 

“There isn’t,” he whispers. “Or there wasn’t supposed to be.” He clears his throat, giving a clear, short, “Yes?” 

“Brooo, it’s me!” Gojo shouts through the door. “I think I dropped my wallet in here! Can ya let me in?” Geto turns to you, a mischievous glint in his eye. “What do you think, babydoll?” he asks. “Should we let my friend in?” 

You don’t know why you say yes or why your pussy throbs despite having just orgasmed twice, but Geto gives Gojo the okay and he comes waltzing into the office. At the sight of his best friend and his personal secretary sitting naked on the floor in their afterglow, Gojo’s blue eyes widen in shock… 

And then they grow hooded with lust. “Well, well,” he chuckles. “It’s about fuckin’ time.”

He begins to loosen his tie, giving you a flirty smile. “I hope it ain’t too much to ask if I can join, babe.” 

THE END. 

Fan Art by @almaadst

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KS Fill: Tonya/Vladimir Petrov, Thomas/Anton; castle in the clouds

Another of the Kickstarter fills, for the prompt: always happy for a Vinny/Tony update, especially if Tonya is involved

Even as a child, at her most idealistic, Tonya certainly never expected to live in a mansion like this. A castle, maybe. She liked castles, though she’s not sure where she expected to find one in Brooklyn. Though, it’s not like mansions were any more realistic, growing up in New York City.

And they wouldn’t live in one if they lived in New York, but in Hartford, it was barely even a splurge. And Vladimir had dreamed of castles too as a boy, wanted Antosha to live in one, or the nearest thing they could get for him. It’s massive, and impractical, and Tonya loves it.

They don’t take advantage of the benefits of it very often, however. Once, they let a production crew film the exterior while they were on vacation in Italy anyway — unfortunately, the film was terrible, so Tonya can’t rewatch it for the thrill of seeing it on screen. Or, she could, but she has to get through the melodrama and the bad acting first, and that’s a chore.

It’s the perfect place to host a party, specifically a party with gravitas — a gala, a ball. But with the exception of Vladimir’s induction in the Hall of Fame, they haven’t had any parties worth talking about, because Vladimir is…territorial, Tonya thinks the best word is. His house is his house — she’s still amazed he allowed the film crew, and is sure he wouldn’t have if he hadn’t been out of the country — and he’d prefer they didn’t have guests at all, with the exception of close friends, family. Even then, it’s only Anton who doesn’t get his hackles up after a few hours, and that might just be because he still considers it Antosha’s house too, even after all these years. Which, of course, it is.

But they’ve been married for thirty years now, and Tonya thinks that’s worth celebrating, and Vladimir agrees. He didn’t agree it merited a party on the scale of the one they’re throwing today, but he caved once Tonya assured him all he had to do was show up, and that the only guests staying overnight would be blood-related to them.

Well, and Thomas, but Vladimir’s fine with that. It seems like the exception for Anton applies to him as well. She doesn’t know if that’s because Vladimir considers him an extension of Anton, welcome wherever he is, or if he’s become family in his own right. She likes to think it’s a bit of both.

With an hour to go the place reminds her the castles she dreamt of, lit up and glittering, even if they're nothing alike. The catering staff have assured her they have everything they need, and after two minor wardrobe emergencies she’s finally finished getting ready. Or, she hasn’t, but the final touches must be done right before the guests arrive.

Vladimir’s ready, he’s assured her repeatedly, which she’s sure isn’t true, but he’s his own man. She hasn’t seen Anton since breakfast, which she finds ominous, though she doesn’t think he’d go far without Thomas, and he arrives in front of her almost as soon as she thinks of him. Such a good boy that she merely needs to think of him for him to arrive, offering help.

“Can I help with anything?” he asks, hands twisting fretfully, like it’s hurting him not to assist, and Tonya takes a moment to wonder if she's developed psychic abilities. Perhaps, but it's more likely that Thomas is just unfailingly helpful.

Tonya takes his hands between hers, stills them. They’re cold, and she wants to chafe them, warm him up. What was that saying, cold hands, warm heart? If anyone fits that it’s Thomas. “I’ve hired professionals to do everything,” she says. “We’ll just get in their way.”

She knows this because she has, at every other event with catering staff, gotten in the way. She’s finally learned her lesson — no meddling this time. So far she's stayed strong, but she's not sure she'll last the night.

“Right,” Thomas says, nodding, hands still between hers. “That makes sense. Our equipment managers say the same thing.”

She bets they do. Vladimir in particular was a menace about his equipment — she’s sure they popped a bottle of champagne the day he retired.

“I know what you can do for me,” she says, and Thomas brightens right up. He really is too good a boy for his own good. She imagines people take advantage of it all the time. Look at her, doing it right now.

“Can you find Anton for me?” she says. “I worry he’s hiding.”

She doesn’t worry he’s hiding, exactly — she knows he’s hiding — she only worries he’ll continue hiding after all the guests have arrived, leaving poor Thomas to muddle his way through a room of people he doesn’t know. Not that Antosha knows everyone, and many of the people he does know haven’t seen him since he was a little boy, so it’s really more them knowing him — she’s sure he’ll be delighted to hear ‘you were just this high when last I saw you’ over and over again.

Perhaps she shouldn’t be surprised he’s hiding. And she isn’t. But Thomas is a guest, though a particularly helpful, considerate one, and Anton may not be hosting the party, but he is hosting Thomas. And Tonya did not raise a bad host. Or, unfortunately she did, she thinks, but he certainly didn’t learn it from her. Thankfully Thomas is very easily pleased, and loyal enough that he’d likely tell her Anton was being an excellent host if she asked.

Thomas nods again, like a little bobblehead. She’s slightly disappointed the Canadiens haven’t done one for him, at least to her knowledge — she thinks Vladimir would be delighted to put it by the ones of him and Antosha in his show-off room. He loves them. Never tires of bobbing their heads. “Can I have my—“

“Your hands, of course,” Tonya says, letting them go. “Do you know the saying? About cold hands?”

“I do,” Thomas says, with a broad smile. She bets he does. Bets people quote it all the time. “Don’t worry, I’ll drag Anton out of wherever he’s hiding.”

“By the hair if you need to,” Tonya says, and smiles at the laugh that trails Thomas up the stairwell.

He doesn’t deserve that boy, Tonya thinks, then goes to bother Vladimir one last time. She hopes that, this time, he’ll actually get ready instead of just saying he already is. Perhaps that’s optimistic. But she thinks everyone needs a little optimism to make it to three decades.

“Tony,” she hears Thomas crooning as she walks down the hall, sounding a little like he’s trying to lure a feral cat, and she smiles wider. Perhaps he’s exactly what Antosha deserves after all.

[drdemonprince]

Hey! I want to explore kink in my life but I don't know if I have a good perception on what I would even like? Is there a way to attend events/flag myself in such a way where people are both aware that I am a) deeply inexperienced and b) not sure what I'm into but looking to explore. Are there certain types of events I should be on the lookout for?

It's actually quite common for dungeons to have kinky fair-type events, with demonstrations from a variety of types of kink practicioners in different niches. Most dungeons in general will have a whole calendar of classes, panels, and demos, and visiting those can help you get a sense of some of the more common kinks that are popular in your area. They do run a bit...tame and obvious for my taste, to be honest, so if you're interested in a fuller sense of what's out there, you'll have to dig into Fetlife and find local groups dedicated to specific niches a bit more.

I think it's worth understanding that kink encompasses a whole range of interests and activities, of varying degrees of complexity, risk, and attainability in real life.

Your more accessible kinks are things like simple bondage with things like handcuffs, blindfolds, gags, plugs, controllable vibrators, light impact, and the like. It's easy to find a whole host of people interested in activities like these, classes and resources are widely on offer, and frankly the kinks are so normalized that lots of just generally kinky-identified people have them worked into their repertoire.

Then you have more skills- or gear-intensive kinks, things like rope bondage, puppy play, latex, leather, age play, hypnosis, sounding, or the like. These kinks are hardly niche, but they do require some real dedicated interest to get good at (and to accumulate enough stuff to do it well), and so you'll find the most success learning about them by joining dedicated groups. The people who are into these things do also tend to be passionate enough about it to form groups, offer classes, and so on. If any of these intrigue you, you'll should check those specific community spaces out.

A bit father along the spectrum you have more heady, risky, or stigmatized kinks like blood and needle play, brainwashing play, 24/7 Dominance/submission, diaper play, drowning, etc. People who are into this stuff ARE in the other aforementioned kink spaces, and you'll encounter them, but they tend to be a bit harder to find and if you're wanting to explore these kinks, there's a higher barrier to entry.

I'm not saying you *have* to prove yourself as a capable flogging top before somebody will let you shove some needles into their face, but it does help to develop some general kinky communication skills and community connections to help you develop the kinds of close relationships necessary to explore this stuff better. The alternative is to just research it on your own and try it out on a partner, and that can go really badly. If you want to try this stuff out, just try courting kinksters in your area, attending events, going to groups, and expressing curiosity and enthusiasm toward the more extreme stuff. Eventually you'll be a safe enough person for someone to introduce these kinks to you, once you've put some real work in. You can also get introduced to these kinks by finding and hiring a professional.

Your main question was how to flag yourself as inexperienced but looking to explore, and my real answer is that you don't. People will be able to tell. And there are generally a lot of people who fit that description who enter into kink spaces. Many come and go for a variety of reasons, and not all of them behave respectfully or with gratitude toward those who extend the effort of introducing them to the subculture -- and some get take advantage of ! -- so it's better if you play a more active role in involving yourself. Look up local dungeons and play parties, fill out your Fetlife profile, look around for groups on there, explore people's profiles and tags, attend local Munches and meet-ups. Take classes, show an appreciation for teaching and resources. Ask questions. Ask people who have caught your interest to show you the ropes, but develop your own kinky communication skills so that saying yes will be more attractive to them. Say hello to other newbies and learn things together. Try out milder stuff that interests you. Help fold up chairs and sweep floors after events. Attend the annual clothing swap. Give back, and be engaged and interested in growing, and it will pay off, and you'll learn a lot about yourself along the way.

Good luck!

[maddie-dog-story-blog]

Love Story (Destined's Version)

Destined is having a terrible, horrible, no good, very rotten day.

Why, you ask?

Well, it has everything to do with Destined adorable little grunts as he is squatting down and filling his already soggy little diaper. Or, more over, it is because of who he is filling that soggy diaper in front of.

You see, Destined has always had a love/hate relationship with his cousin Lena. Born only a few months apart, they had grown up together more like siblings than cousins. This meant, while they loved each other deeply, they spent most of their time bickering and trying to get the upper hand on each other.

Things only got worse when Lena and Destined went to college. Continuing their childhood rivalry, the two newly minted adults decided to attend rival schools. Their text messages to each other, once filled with insults about who had the cooler clothes, better grades, or more popular friends, became filled with vitriolic memes regarding whose school had the better football team, basketball team, or superior academic prowess.

The competition between the two cousins got so bad that Destined even removed Lena's number from his phone. Although, that didn't matter, because he could always tell from the messages themselves when his conceited cousin was talking with him.

Up until a week ago, however, Destined had felt he had gotten the last laugh in his and Lena's lifelong competition. He had graduated from school with a prestigious degree, went on to get a post-graduated degree in a high paying field, gotten married to a beautiful woman, and was living the good life.

In contrast, Lena's English degree hadn't proven nearly as advantageous for her. Not able to get her career as the next great American novelist off the ground, she had been forced to support herself by working as a receptionist and supplimenting her income with the occasional odd babysitting and house-sitting job.

Of course, as with all sibling-like relationships, that sense of superiority could only last for so long.

You see, beyond being a huge success in both his professional and home life, Destined had a deep secret that no one in his family knew. Destined was not in charge of his own life.

Destined's beautiful wife, the love of his life, was more than that to him. After confessing his decade long struggle with incontinence to her, she decided to take a dual-role in his life of both wife and mother.

At home, Destined's wife treated him exactly like her child. She dressed him, fed him, bathed him, and, notably, diapered him. She set rules for his behavior and subjected him to both rewards and punishments as she saw fit. She monitored his device usage and made sure he was acting like her perfect little baby boy at all times.

So, Destined shouldn't have been surprised when his wife-turned-Mama became outraged when she discovered his texts to Lena after his alma mater had thrashed his cousin's at football a week ago. And, to be honest, he wasn't. What he was surprised by, however, was the punishment.

"Lena, thank you so much for coming and watching my little man, I know he can be a handful, but I really need a night out!" Destined heard his wife say from the front door as he sat in his playpen wearing nothing but a T-shirt and soggy diaper--his typical Saturday evening ensemble.

Before he could say or do anything, he turned to see his cousin walking into the room, face full of glee at seeing her bratty, conceited cousin reduced to the status of an infant. Destined's wife had hired Lena, his cousin and rival, as his babysitter.

And, that's how Destined found himself here, loading his pants while his cousin looked on, giggling and recording his shame on her phone to ensure neither of them forgot this night. As Destined felt his mess slide out of his backside, he felt any chance of ever getting the upper hand on Lena again slide away as well.

The only peace Destined could find in his situation was that at least Lena was his cousin. As she put it, she would always love him, if not as an equal, then as the cute baby cousin he had become in her eyes.

[narrators-journal]

Pillory princess

This one’s on the darker side. Like, I usually play into Dubcon, but this one’s pretty much just straight up noncon. Which, tbh, fits Knives’ energy a bit. But at the same time, I suggest you be cautious at reading it, for obvious reasons. Other than that, though! I hope you enjoy the read!

CW: non-con. It’s...not very consensual at all, so I can’t even say this is heavily dubious consent lol. Bondage, basically, free use, generally dark shit, a hint of breathplay too, kidnapping is mentioned, really fucked up dom/sub vibes, kinda. They’re there in spirit, bc Knives is there lmao.

“Let the humans have at them for a week. That should break the engineer’s spirit enough.”

Millions Knives’ icy words trickled through your skull like sand particles. Able to mix with the silence of the dark, spare room to cover your sticky, stained skin while you let the pillory support your weight as you sat as best you could on the cold floor.

It had taken you a few days of this humiliation to learn how to cope with the discomfort of the barely cushioned wood and metal that kept your head and wrists trapped like some medieval peasant, but you’d managed it just enough to grab a few hours of sleep between ‘visits’ from the other workers that worked for Millions Knives. So, you did your best to push the sticky feeling on your bare skin aside to take advantage of your newfound skill.

However, your attempt at a nap was swiftly canceled when you heard the door to your room open and your light flick on for the umpteenth time that day, this time with an oddly potent wave of pollen fragrance. The inevitable sound of foot steps on the hard floor soon to follow and grow closer, but you didn’t bother to look at who it was this time.

At least, until he came into your line of view and knocked the warmth from your blood.

While you hadn’t ‘worked’ for Millions Knives long before your attempt to bolt, you’d heard tons of rumors about him amongst your fellow workers. From a secret identity as the localized disaster, to him not at all being human. And, while you hadn’t met him more than four times before now, as you sat before him in your restraints, your eyes allowed to rake over his perfectly sculpted body while he glared down at you with disgust in his frosty blue-green eyes, you could buy his inhuman status wholesale. Especially with the scent of grass that hung around Knives like a cloud, and the way that the singular, artificial yellow bulb that had been granted to you by Conrad dimly lit him as if he had some sort of halo, or holy glow around him. The only thing that ruined the godly image that Knives had was the very human erection that he had.

However, before you could try to form any type of response that would be appropriate for the man who had kidnapped and punished you like this, he cut straight to the point. “Open your mouth.” His voice as cold and professional as it always was. No remorse, no regret, no explanation for why he was there so suddenly. Not even a hint of condescension or amusement in his curt words, just the expectation of obedience. Should I even bother arguing? Bite him? He’d deserve it…“Don’t bother, it’ll only worsen your punishment.” Knives pointed out as if the brush of his fingers through your disshevelled hair let him read your mind. “Just listen and do what I say. Maybe I’ll lessen your punishment if you do.” Which, got you to glance back up at him briefly before you weighed your options.

He did have a point. You’d already gone against him once with an attempt to go home before the job you’d been ‘hired’ for was done, and that’s what had landed you where you were in that moment. Squirreled away in a side room, open to be ‘stress relief’ for the other humans, stripped and restrained for maximum humiliation. And, according to Legato and Conrad, this had been a considerably ‘kind’ punishment from the blonde.

So, you let out a small breath of defeat, and opened your mouth to let him push himself into your mouth. And, without a moment’s more hesitation, the blonde began to move. His thick cock heavy on your tongue as he rhythmically thrust into your mouth and threatened to block your airway with each thrust. Yet, between the pillory and the grip he had on your hair, all you could do to try and complain was whine and whimper around him. Though, if the tall blonde cared about your discomfort, Knives did nothing to show it, so you had to settle for breaths between salt-flavored thrusts.

His hand was remarkably strong, too. Stronger than you had ever expected from a man who you’d only ever seen play the piano, yet that expectation didn’t change how his grip on the back of your head kept you firmly in place as he thrust into your mouth.

Drool dripped down your chin as he moved, your whines were suffocated by his thick cock, and you were sure your hair was a mess from how his fingers tangled in it and all of the times the other men had grabbed and pulled at it. Yet, outside of the slap of his hips against your mouth, the blonde remained almost eerily composed and quiet. The only clear sign of his pleasure and approaching orgasm was the ocassional twitch or throb of the heavy dick in your mouth, and the thick fragrance of pollen that hung in the air around him.

So, at least you had a moment’s warning before you gagged on the thick taste of salt that flooded down your throat in throbbing waves. And, you had the intelligence to know better than to do your best to not let a single drop dribble out of your mouth until the blonde pulled out of your mouth.

While you gulped and coughed on air, though, Knives simply stood in front of you, his fingers still tangled in your messy hair while you caught your breath. “Say thank you.” Knives finally said, and for the first time in a while, you felt embarrassment warm your face once again. But, the bite of his nails into your scalp kept you from hesitating too long. “Th-thank you...Master Knives.”

Expectedly, your gratitude only earned you a slightly less hateful glare before the blonde moved out of your line of sight and back to the door. His last remark to you a simple and curt, “You’ll be released back to work in the morning. If you try to quit again, I will punish you personally.” before you heard the door open and shut once more. I think I’d prefer personal punishment over this… A part of you mused, but you had no plans to test what that actually meant. So that would remain a thought.

[art2write2024]

Do You Still Need a Video Resume in 2025?

Video resumes have grown in popularity as a means for job searchers to stand out in recent years. A video CV, as opposed to a conventional resume, allows you to highlight your abilities, background, and character in a brief, captivating film. But do you really need one as 2025 approaches?

Why Are Video Resumes Becoming More and More Popular?

1. Digital Hiring: As more businesses shift their hiring procedures online, video resumes are a perfect fit for this trend. They provide recruiters a better idea of your personality and communication abilities prior to the initial interview.

2. Highlight Your qualities: A video resume allows you to highlight soft qualities that are difficult to communicate on paper, such as excitement, confidence, and presentation.

3. Social Media Influence: Since video content is so prevalent on social media sites like Instagram, TikTok, and LinkedIn, utilizing a video CV can demonstrate your familiarity with current trends.

Do You Require One? The company you're applying to and your industry will determine this. A video resume can give you a significant advantage in creative professions like design or marketing. Nonetheless, a normal resume can still be your best option for more conventional fields like law or finance.

Think about the job role and the corporate culture before creating a video résumé. A video CV might make you stand out if you feel at ease on camera and the organization appreciates creativity. Researching or even asking the employer if they accept video resumes is always a good idea if you're not sure.

 Advice on How to Make a Video Resume:

Don't go above one or two minutes.

Emphasize your main qualifications and the reasons you're a good fit for the position.

Wear business attire and pick a spotless backdrop.

Being authentic is being yourself.

Concluding remarks:

Video resumes are becoming a popular tool for job seekers, especially in industries where creativity and communication matter. In 2025, they can help you make a lasting impression, particularly if you're working with Profession CV Writers in Dubai who understand the local job market and its trends. However, they’re not necessary for every job. Be sure to weigh the pros and cons and decide if a video resume aligns with the role and company you're targeting. If in doubt, consult with a professional CV writer to determine the best strategy for your career.

[bebrave-live]

Little Women Amy x Laurie Ballet Modern AU

The March sisters grew up tripping over dance bags and discarded ballet slippers. Piano music and counts of eight were the soundtrack of their childhoods, ever since Meg first joined the ballet class at their local dance studio, every sister following her soon after. Careful Meg, spirited Jo, delicate Beth, and artful Amy all found their place along that barre, different tempers and styles united by effort and a love of dance.

Ballet brought them closer, brought them friends - most notably Theodore Laurence, Jo's partner and best friend - and even brought them their futures. All of them incredibly talented and dedicated, it was no surprise when the four sisters each found their way in the world of ballet.

Meg surprised everyone when, though gifted enough to pursue a profissional dancing career, she settled into a teaching position at the studio they'd all attended, happy to instead pursue what had captured her heart from the very beginning. None shocked more than Jo, however, who got as far as being offered a contract from a prestigious ballet company, but turned it down and turned away from dancing all together, pivoting into academics and other passions, seeking to make her own mark in the world. Beth remained in the studio, but fell in love with the music instead of the steps, finding an inclination for the piano in the corner of the room, and a talent for it unmatched among her artistic possibilities. It was only the youngest, Amy, who'd dreamed of becoming a prima ballerina since first stepping foot in a ballet class, that followed those dreams all the way to her place at a professional ballet company.

Though they'd all loved it, Amy was the one who'd wanted it, wanted it all, had ambition for it beyond the passion. She didn't only want to dance - she wanted to be great. That ambition carried her through her apprenticeship, through the corps, through being one of many and feeling like she'd never be good enough to stand out, all the way through to one of the coveted soloist positions. At last, a chance to be seen, to be exceptional! A chance she wasn't going to give up that easily, not even when she was cast opposite Theodore Laurence for the company's production of Firebird.

Laurie had been the closest friend of the March sisters, once. And though he'd cared for them all, Jo was definitely his favorite. She was his partner, his best friend, his beloved. And when she'd abandoned dance, she'd left him too. He'd envisioned them working side by side forever, spending their lives together. But that wasn't what Jo saw. It wasn't what she wanted. Though they'd always fit together so well, they couldn't understand each other in this, not really. So, Jo went on, and Laurie did too, signing with the furthest company that would have him, determined to forget all about Jo, and about their childhood.

Amy and Laurie had not seen each other for years. They'd gone on to different companies, in different cities, and only now, by chance, did they find themselves in the same place, Amy just promoted, and Laurie just hired. Though she was still new and eager to prove herself, he'd been a soloist at his previous company for some time, had grown comfortable and complacent in his position. The two had been pleased to see each other again after so long, if not also surprised, and it could've been fair to assume they would've worked perfectly well together, if not for that difference in their careers and dispositions.

Dancing Katerina, Amy was working hard every day to be great, yet also constantly feeling the sting of second best. Laurie's attitude was no help, either. As Ivan, he had a principal role and every advantage and talent one could have, but he seemed intent on wasting it, going through the motions every rehearsal and putting in only the bare minimum in his performance. He had lost his passion for dancing, carrying on mostly out of habit and duty, but he hadn't felt the same ever since Jo left. And Amy, in his arms, couldn't help but feel like a poor substitute.

The pair had been friends for years, before. Even clashing during rehearsals, they did get along well now, managed to become closer than before and have fun together. But this wasn't something they could move past. Amy finally had enough of it. She couldn't bear to see Laurie waste it all like this, throw away everything he had, while she was fighting for every opportunity. He wouldn't work with her, and he wouldn't work for himself. She came very close to quitting the production.

Amy had always been powered by her ambitions, but deterred by the knowledge of how hard it was to succeed in this business. If there was something she couldn't get past, if this was the best she'd ever get, if she'd only reach second tier, only ever good enough, and never great, then what was the point?

Surprisingly, however, Laurie heard her. Amy made him see what he'd been avoiding for years. He knew what he was doing. He knew he was wrong. He just didn't want to face his own pain, didn't want to change, to grow up, to truly leave it behind. But he also knew he had to. If he wanted to keep going, he couldn't be dragged back by the past.

And then there was her. He and Amy had become so close through the course of rehearsals. She had been the one to wake him up, and to see there's a future beyond Jo, to make him start to love dancing again. He desperately didn't want her to quit the show, to quit him. He wanted to be there, to be better for her, wanted to dance with her, wanted to be the partner she deserved.

Laurie committed. He showed up, for Amy, every rehearsal and every show after that. More than that, he worked hard on it, not just for her, but because he'd begun to feel passionate about dancing again. And in his revival, he made Amy feel it too. Though she'd never abandon her dreams, seeing Laurie like this made her remember why she loved dancing in the first place. Not just to be a prima, not just to be great, but to be an artist.

The two of them, dancing together, managed to get past complacency, past ambition, past insecurities. They managed to dance, to create something beautiful, to fall in love with it all over again. They managed to fall in love.

Amy and Laurie made each other better. They inspired each other, captured one another's hearts. They danced together, and together they shined.

[alloypersonaltrainingusa]

Master Great Exercise Techniques With A Physical Trainer

Regarding accomplishing your fitness goals, you really need the right direction. A personal physical trainer can assist you in preventing mishaps, better your training results, and understanding appropriate exercise techniques. Working with a certified trainer offers unmatched advantages regardless of your level of experience with exercise or sports. A physical trainer guarantees correct form, helps you create a customised exercise plan and keeps you motivated.

With the help of a physical trainer, you can pick up good exercise techniques like follows:

One Tailored Fitness Plan For Your Objectives

A private trainer near me creates a customised training schedule for your needs. They assess your preferences, health aspirations, and degree of fitness. Whether your goals are weight loss, strength development, or increased flexibility, your trainer may design a program that fits them using this knowledge. Working with a trainer guarantees that every session is efficient and directed towards achieving the results that really matter to you. Unlike a general exercise program, a tailored one takes your particular needs and restrictions into account.

Knowing The Correct Form And Approach

Hiring a physical trainer mostly comes from a need to perfect proper form. The bad form could lead to injuries and slow down Development. Strength trainers near me concentrate on technique to make sure every exercise is done right. A trainer can provide insightful comments on your movement, alignment, and posture. Learning the correct technique lets you maximise your workouts and target the right muscles. They also let you change your motions as necessary, so avoiding bad habits from arising.

Avoiding Mistakes With Professional Guidance

Any exercise program depends critically on injury prevention. Strains, sprains, and long-term damage can all follow from poor technique while weight lifting or aerobics. Correct exercising techniques taught by a physical trainer will help you avoid these hazards. They track your movements constantly and adjust to make sure you don't overreach or push yourself too much. Correct coaching will help you to reduce your chance of injury while also allowing you to workout confidently. Working out on your own alone could cause you to ignore this degree of concentration.

Encouragement To Keep Consistency

Keeping motivation to work can be difficult, particularly in cases when you do not observe immediate results. Close by is a private trainer ready to motivate and assist you. They make you responsible and help you to keep on target even if you would rather not work out. Their help will help you to develop a successful habit and keep Consistency. Professional motivation might assist you in reaching your fitness goals. Trainers also acknowledge your achievements—no matter how small—to keep you motivated and on target.

Monitoring And Correcting Development

Maintaining the course requires constant tracking of Development. A physical trainer logs your Development and tweaks your program. Whether your goals are increased flexibility, endurance, or heavier weights, progress tracking keeps you driven. Trainers assess your performance and make required changes to prevent plateaus. Constant program modification guarantees that your workouts are successful and helps you to change with the times. With every session, they also assist you in concentrating on particular objectives and spotting areas needing improvement.

Conclusion

One of the best approaches to reach your fitness objectives is to engage a physical trainer. Their knowledge, guidance, and support will enable you to improve the outcomes of your workouts. Learning correct techniques, keeping motivated, and avoiding injuries will help you to achieve long-term success in your fitness quest. Hiring a qualified physical trainer will affect your health and well-being, whether your search is for a gym with trainer or a private trainer close by.

[pickalilywrites]

Zeke a fragrance model promoting new male cologne. His younger brother is embarrass of him

ty this was fun :) it made me enjoy writing again even though i've been tired lately. have a good day

my brother is a top model

104th trainee squad. college au. 1516 words.

When Eren was younger, he loved the fact that his older brother was a celebrity because of the numerous perks it came with: autographs from other celebrities Zeke had collaborated with, free promotional goodies and merchandise from companies Zeke modeled for, and all the luxuries that Zeke treated him to because he couldn’t help but spoil his younger brother. Even though he wasn’t in the entertainment industry like his older brother was, Eren got to enjoy fame just by being associated with Zeke, and Zeke always liked to mention his younger brother during interviews. Classmates would clamor at his desk during breaktimes and fight to sit at the same table as him during lunch. Even the older students tried their hardest to get his attention. Paparazzi, journalists, and fans of Zeke would chase him down after school to get any information they could about his brother, and it caused such a disruption that the school had to hire security just to ensure everybody’s safety. It’s something Eren had bragged about in his younger years, but he’s since outgrown the attention.  

“I don’t really understand how you could grow out of something like that. I feel like the pros far outweigh the cons,” Connie says as they walk down the busy street towards the large mall downtown. It was a popular hangout when they were college freshmen, but now they typically frequent bars and restaurants and only go to the mall if they need to go shopping for something. In this particular case, Sasha and Connie had only mentioned they needed to get “something” with a big of vague hand waving and Eren hadn’t asked for any further details. 

“Well, different people have different values -” Armin begins. 

“Yeah, and I value not having to see my brother’s abs plastered on every advertisement that I come across,” Eren says with a roll of his eyes. With how averse he is to seeing his brother everywhere, some people might think he hates Zeke, but the reality is just that it’s awkward seeing his brother’s professional thirst traps in public. “Do you know how bad it was when he was modeling those jeans? Those photos barely showed his jeans, they were practically just ab shots!”  

“I remember those! Your brother looked really good,” Sasha says. She doesn’t even flinch when Eren shoots her a glare and instead she and Connie burst into giggles at Eren’s dirty look.  

“I still don’t know why you need to throw a fit over it. Your brother is just doing his job,” Jean says with a shrug. “Just bask in the residual limelight and let him shower you with presents.” 

Eren sighs. He’s not sure if any of his friends truly understand his plight, but they’ve always taken his relation to Zeke much better than other people. Instead of freaking out or taking advantage of him for his brother, they’ve just treated Eren normally and it’s something he really values about them. To them, Eren is a normal civilian because he’s going through the same motions as them instead of being caught up in the entertainment industry like his older brother. Unfortunately, they just can’t grasp the fact that he’s not far enough from Zeke’s celebrity to be considered normal. It’s even worse now that Zeke’s older. 

“It’s different from before,” Eren protests. “Zeke used to be this wholesome child model for children’s clothing. It wasn’t that bad when he got older and modeled as a teenager, but have you seen the stuff he’s been up to lately? He’s practically naked half the time. He was modeling another clothing line and the photo they chose was him taking off the shirt. How do people even see the product? They’re selling so much of his sex appeal that he’s practically a porn star!”  

“Wouldn’t that be better?” Armin asks. He walks with his head down like he usually does, oblivious to the inquisitive glances that his friends give him. “If he were a porn star, most people would deny knowing his name because watching porn is so stigmatized even though it’s a normal way for people to take care of their sexual needs.”  

“Do you watch porn?” Mikasa asks Armin bluntly. 

“H-huh?” Armin stammers, startled at how casually Mikasa had asked. A pink flush is blooming across his cheeks as he stumbles over his response. “Well, that’s, ah, it’s normal, right? Of course, I watch it sometimes but it’s not like I watch it every day -”  

“We should watch some together sometime,” Mikasa says, which only makes Armin’s cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink. 

“Okay, as much as all of us would love to flirt with Armin right now, we have bigger problems at hand,” Eren says.  

“How is your brother being a top model our collective problem?” Jean snorts.  

“Yeah, what do you expect us to do about it?” Sasha chimes in. “Convince your brother to switch to being a cam boy? With the career he has, don’t you think it would attract even more attention, which is exactly the opposite of what you want?”  

“His image is going to switch from being a wholesome, hot supermodel who loves his younger brother to a raunchy porn star. Even if he doesn’t end up doing incest porn, you know there are absolutely going to be people who make bad incest porn with actors that look like you and Zeke,” Connie says.  

Eren groans. He had simply wanted to complain to his friends, but they’ve somehow made everything worse and now he can’t stop picturing his brother being a porn star. He didn’t think anything was worse than his brother shooting sexy promotional advertisements, but his brother shooting porn — and people making their own bad incest porn using a fictionalized version of his brother and presumably him — is infinitely worse.  

“I thought you guys were supposed to be my friends,” Eren grumbles.  

“We are. That’s why we wanted to show you this,” Sasha says with a grin, throwing her arm over Eren’s shoulders as Connie does the same on his other side. When she sees Eren’s panicked expression, her wicked smile only grows wider. 

“I told you guys this was a bad idea,” Armin warns from behind, which only makes Eren’s dread grow.  

Eren’s eyes flit from Sasha to Connie. He could struggle against them, but they have him trapped between them and he doubts Mikasa, Armin, or Jean will help him. “Wh-what’s going on?”  

“Sorry,” Armin mumbles. 

“You’ll be fine,” Mikasa says as Jean snickers beside her.  

“Did Zeke tell you about the new videos he shot for Paradis? They have a new fragrance line and everyone’s going crazy about Zeke’s ad,” Connie says, his grin as equally wicked as Sasha’s if not more.  

Even though everything in Eren’s body tells him to turn and run away, he walks robotically as his friends lead him to the entrance of the mall. At the very front of the mall above the entrance is a large screen that runs advertisements and the ad playing at this particular moment has a very familiar face. It’s too familiar.  

“No,” Eren gasps in horror, but it’s too late. 

Zeke’s face fills the entire screen and the camera slowly pans out. Eren’s brother lifts his head, an angelic halo surrounding him as his eyes close and he spritzes his neck with Paradis’ newest fragrance: Wings of Freedom. The camera continues to pan out, revealing more and more of Zeke’s body. 

“No!” Eren stumbles towards the entrance in horror. He can only stare up at his brother’s bare body helplessly. “No!”  

Eren’s friends snicker as more and more of Zeke’s body is exposed: his rippling biceps, his six-pack abs, his thick and muscular thighs. The only part of his body that has been discreetly covered is his crotch which is hidden by a black satin ribbon. They’ve somehow even managed to get a shot of the side of Zeke’s shapely ass. Everyone might be going crazy of this advertisement, but Eren has seen far too much of his brother than he ever cared to see. 

“Amazing how much they can get away with without showing him entirely naked,” Armin says in a futile attempt to lighten the mood. 

The screen switches back to Zeke’s face. Eren’s brother smiles seductively at the camera and says in a deep, husky voice, “Free yourself with Wings of Freedom.”  

Somehow it’s this, not the sight of his brother almost buck naked, that makes Eren’s knees buckle in the middle of the parking lot.  

Mikasa is already there to catch him so that he doesn’t smash his face into the pavement. She holds him up, allowing him to lean against her as she rolls his eyes at his dramatics. “You okay?”  

“I would like freedom,” Eren says finally. “Freedom from the shackles of this mortal coil.”  

“He’s fine,” Mikasa announces as their friends laugh at Eren’s expense. She walks half-dragging, half-leading Eren alongside her. She pats him comfortingly on the back. “Come on. Let’s go get you an ice cream. At least Zeke isn’t a food model.”  

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ASK ME ANYTHING: INTRODUCING ARSON!

Additional Information:

Likes

Flowers (only in nature)

Piano

Firm or crunchy food

Laughing

Cuddling

Dislikes

Violence

Soft runny foods

Seeing his friends struggling

Glitter

Hot Weather

Is a giggly bitch. He can keep a straight face for a long time but once the dam breaks it's hard to make it stop. He gets the giggles like nobody's business.

Likes puns. Loves to see the eye rolls and groans of those that don't. Guilty pleasure for him.

Like fruity cock tails or “girly drinks”. Doesn't mind being buzzed, but despises the feeling of being full on drunk.

Has never taken any kind of recreational drug.

Patience of a saint. Very rarely raises his voice. Immediately feels bad afterward.

Will bend over backwards for those around him. Often times at his own detriment. Needs to be reminded it's okay to be selfish and to take care of himself first.

LOVES LOVES LOVES HUGS!!!

Loves being loved on in general. Treat him like a giant stuffed toy. He will be in pure bliss.

Exercises not to keep fit but as a meditative activity. Moving around helps him think.

Favorite scent is fresh linen.

Has a hard time with confrontation when it comes to defending himself. Not a physical fighter at all. Will use his size and natural intimidation to attempt to defend his friends though.

Whimsy likes to steal things and cause mischief. He shampoos her in coconut scented soap to so he can tell if she's the guilty party as a sniff.

Whimsy likes to also store things in her fluff. If you've lost something, it's most likely in her fluff hoard. She has a special love of keys.

His dad had hoped to have him take over the breeding business as he saw Arson's docile nature as perfect for handling fire types. Fully accepted it when Arson expressed he didn't want to take over. His sister took over instead.

Was born in Alola but moved to Unova as a teen. Still has his dad and older sister in Alola. Mother died from illness not too long before he moved.

Had tried to play piano professionally at various establishments. Made good money and was well enjoyed but felt like playing for money took the enjoyment out of it for him. Plays only for his own fulfillment now.

Had an abusive ex. They took full advantage of his docile nature. They would get drunk and hit and yell at him. Not a fan of the smell of beer as a result. The sound of a drink can opening sometimes makes him jump. Doesn't like to talk about it for being made fun of about it in the past.

Was rescued from his abusive relationship by a private detective his sister had hired. They were kind enough to let him bunk with them until he got back on his feet. They treat each other as siblings as a result of being together so long. She still comes by his place and work to check up on him.

His Team

Whimsicott – Whimsy

Arcanine – Kelvin IV

Luvdisc – Kissy

Ampharos – Joule

Absol - Edge

Krookodile - Dill

((I feel in a slump lately and need something fun to get me going. Ask him anything you like.))

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Why Choose a 20 Seater Bus Rental in Ahmedabad for Your Next Amazing Outing?

Why Choose a 20 Seater Bus Rental in Ahmedabad for Your Next Amazing Outing?

20 Seater Bus Rental in Ahmedabad

Are you planning a group outing in Ahmedabad? Whether it’s a fun family trip, a corporate event, a school excursion, or just a day out with friends, finding the right transportation is crucial. You want something comfortable, affordable, and big enough to fit everyone. This is where renting a 20 seater bus in Ahmedabad can make all the difference.

In this blog, we’ll explain why choosing a 20 seater bus rental from TransRentals is a smart decision for your next adventure. Let’s dive into why bus renting is the perfect solution for your group travel needs.

Perfect for Group Travel

When you’re traveling with a group of 15 to 20 people, renting a 20 seater bus in Ahmedabad from TransRentals is an ideal option. It saves you from the hassle of managing multiple cars or taxis. There is no need to split up, coordinate between different vehicles, or worry about everyone arriving on time. With a 20 seater bus hire in Ahmedabad, your entire group can travel together, making the journey more fun and organized. It’s perfect for family get-togethers, corporate team outings, or school trips.

Comfort and Convenience

Traveling long distances or even within the city can be tiring, especially when uncomfortable. Thankfully, a 20 seater bus from TransRentals is designed with comfort in mind. Spacious seating ensures everyone has enough legroom, and most buses come equipped with air conditioning so you can relax and enjoy the ride, even during Ahmedabad’s hot weather.

Whether planning to visit Sabarmati Ashram, Kankaria Lake, or even head out of the city to places like Mount Abu or the Rann of Kutch, a 20 seater bus hire in Ahmedabad ensures a smooth and comfortable journey.

Affordable and Budget-Friendly

One of the biggest advantages of choosing a 20 seater bus hire in Ahmedabad is the cost savings. Compared to booking multiple cars or taxis, renting a single bus for the entire group is far more economical. Plus, the overall cost can be split among the group members, making it even more affordable.

At TransRentals, we understand the importance of budget-friendly travel. By choosing a 20 seater bus rental in Ahmedabad, you will not only save money on fuel and tolls but also avoid the stress of managing multiple vehicles.

Ideal for Various Events and Occasions

A 20 seater bus rental is perfect for a wide range of events. No matter what occasion you plan for, having a spacious bus ensures everyone arrives together and on time. Here are a few events where a 20 seater bus in Ahmedabad from TransRentals is the best option:

Family Outings: Planning a family trip to Science City or a picnic at Adalaj Stepwell? A 20 seater bus is ideal for accommodating your family comfortably without splitting up into different cars.

Corporate Events: Organizing an office team-building event? A 20 seater bus hire ensures everyone arrives at the destination together, making logistics easy and convenient.

School or College Trips: Renting a 20 seater bus is a safe, reliable, and fun way to travel as a group on educational tours or trips.

Wedding Transportation: Weddings can involve a lot of guests traveling between venues. A bus hire in Ahmedabad makes it easy to transport your guests, ensuring they travel in comfort and style.

Stress-Free Travel with Professional Drivers

Driving in Ahmedabad can be tricky, especially when managing a large group. But when you rent a 20 seater bus from TransRentals, you also get the benefit of a professional driver who is familiar with the city’s roads. You won’t need to worry about navigating through traffic or finding parking spaces. Just sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride while the driver takes care of everything.

This makes your trip stress-free, allowing you to focus on spending quality time with your group instead of dealing with driving.

Eco-Friendly Option for Group Travel

Did you know renting a 20 seater bus in Ahmedabad is also environmentally friendly? Choosing a single bus instead of multiple cars reduces the number of vehicles on the road, which means fewer emissions and a smaller carbon footprint. It’s a great way to travel responsibly, especially if you care about the environment.

At TransRentals, we take pride in offering transportation options that are not only convenient but also eco-conscious.

Flexible and Customizable Plans

One of the great things about hiring a 20 seater bus from TransRentals is the flexibility. Every trip differs, so we offer customizable packages to fit your needs. Whether you need a bus for just a few hours or an entire weekend, we can provide a solution that works for you.

You can also plan your route and destinations based on your itinerary. Heading to Udaipur for a weekend getaway? Or a one-day trip to Lothal? No problem! A 20 seater bus rental in Ahmedabad can be tailored to your schedule.

Comfortable for Long-Distance Travel

Planning a trip outside Ahmedabad? Whether visiting the Statue of Unity, Gir National Park, or even further destinations like Jaipur or Udaipur, a 20 seater bus hire in Ahmedabad is perfect for long-distance travel. The spacious and comfortable seating and plenty of luggage space ensure that everyone in your group has a relaxing journey.

At TransRentals, our buses are well-maintained and equipped to handle longer trips, ensuring you and your group travel comfortably and in style.

Explore Ahmedabad and Nearby Destinations

Ahmedabad has incredible destinations that are perfect for a day trip or a weekend getaway. Exploring these spots becomes a breeze when you choose a 20 seater bus rental from TransRentals. Here are some great places you can visit:

Nalsarovar Bird Sanctuary: Ideal for bird watchers and nature lovers, Nalsarovar is a peaceful getaway located about 60 km from Ahmedabad.

Saputara: Located in the Western Ghats, Saputara is a picturesque hill station where you can escape the city’s hustle and enjoy nature.

Statue of Unity: A few hours’ drive from Ahmedabad, the Statue of Unity is one of India’s most iconic landmarks and a must-visit for anyone in the region.

By renting a 20 seater bus in Ahmedabad with TransRentals, you can visit all these amazing destinations comfortably and hassle-free.

Easy Booking and Availability

Booking a 20 seater bus rental from TransRentals is super easy. You can find the perfect bus for your needs, compare prices, and complete your booking with a few clicks. Our buses are available all year round, and by booking in advance, you can ensure that you get the best deal possible.

Whether you need a 20 seater bus in Ahmedabad for a one-day or weekend tour, TransRentals offers the best rates and top-notch service.

Conclusion

When it comes to planning your next group outing, whether within Ahmedabad or to nearby destinations like Gandhinagar, Bhavnagar, Anand, or even Porbandar, a 20 seater bus rental from TransRentals is the way to go. With comfort, convenience, affordability, and flexibility, a 20 seater bus hire ensures that your group stays together and enjoys the journey.

From family trips to corporate events and school outings, a 20 seater bus rental from TransRentals is the perfect solution for all your group travel needs. It makes travel easy, fun, and stress-free. So why wait? The next time you’re planning an outing, choose a 20 seater bus rental in Ahmedabad from TransRentals and make your trip to places like Surat, Rajkot, Vadodara or Jamnagar unforgettable!

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Partnering with Toronto’s Accounting Recruiters: Tips for Success

Finding top-tier accounting talent can be a daunting task for any organization. Whether you’re a growing business seeking an experienced CFO or a startup in need of a skilled accountant to manage day-to-day finances, partnering with an accounting recruitment firm is often the most effective way to streamline your hiring process and secure the best talent.

In this blog post, we’ll explore the benefits of working with accounting recruiters in Toronto, share tips for building a successful partnership, and offer insights into how recruitment firms can help elevate your accounting team.

Why Partner with Accounting Recruiters in Toronto?

Toronto is one of Canada’s leading business hubs, home to countless companies in industries such as finance, tech, manufacturing, and more. This diverse landscape creates a demand for highly skilled accounting professionals who can help organizations stay financially sound and compliant with evolving regulations.

Recruiting for these roles, however, requires more than just posting a job and waiting for applicants. Accounting professionals must possess a unique blend of technical expertise, attention to detail, and industry-specific knowledge. This is where working with top accounting recruiters in Toronto can provide a major advantage.

Benefits of Working with Accounting Recruitment Firms

Access to Specialized Talent A key benefit of partnering with an accounting recruitment firm is their access to a large pool of candidates who are pre-screened and ready for placement. Recruiters specialize in identifying individuals with the right mix of skills, certifications, and experience. Whether you’re looking for a senior accountant, auditor, or financial analyst, accounting recruiters in Toronto know where to find the best talent.

In-depth Industry Knowledge Accounting roles are often highly technical, requiring candidates who are not only good with numbers but who also understand tax laws, financial reporting, and industry-specific regulations. Recruitment agencies that specialize in accounting have a deep understanding of these technical requirements and are experts at matching candidates to the unique needs of your business.

Faster Hiring Process In today’s competitive job market, top accounting talent is often snapped up quickly. Relying solely on traditional hiring methods can result in missed opportunities, leaving your business at a disadvantage. By working with top accounting recruiters in Toronto, you can accelerate the hiring process. Recruitment firms have existing relationships with candidates, allowing them to move quickly to fill your vacancy before competitors do.

Reduced Risk of a Bad Hire Making a poor hiring decision can be costly in terms of time and money. Recruitment agencies take much of the guesswork out of hiring by conducting thorough candidate screenings, checking references, and even running background checks. This reduces the risk of hiring someone who may not be the right fit for your organization.

Tailored Recruitment Solutions Every company has unique hiring needs. A specialized accounting recruitment firm will work closely with your organization to understand your goals, company culture, and the specific qualifications you require for the role. This personalized approach ensures that you’re not just hiring someone with the right skills but also someone who aligns with your long-term vision and values.

Tips for Partnering with Toronto’s Accounting Recruiters

While working with a recruitment firm in Toronto can provide many benefits, it’s essential to approach the partnership strategically. Here are a few tips to help ensure a successful collaboration:

Clearly Define Your Needs Before reaching out to Toronto accounting recruitment firms, it’s essential to clearly understand the role you’re hiring for. What specific skills and qualifications are required? Is there room for flexibility in terms of experience or certifications? The more information you provide to your recruiter, the better equipped they will be to find candidates who meet your exact needs.

Choose the Right Recruitment Partner Not all recruitment firms are created equal, and it's important to choose a partner with a proven track record in accounting placements. Look for firms that specialize in finance and accounting roles, have a deep understanding of the Toronto job market, and have a strong network of candidates. Working with a firm that is well-established in the local accounting recruitment scene will increase your chances of finding the right candidate quickly.

Maintain Open Communication A successful partnership with an accounting recruitment firm is built on open and regular communication. Be clear about your expectations, timeline, and any potential challenges the recruiter should be aware of. Providing timely feedback on candidates and communicating any changes in your hiring needs will also help ensure a smooth process.

Trust the Recruiter’s Expertise Recruiters spend their entire careers studying the job market and understanding the needs of both employers and candidates. Trusting their expertise can go a long way in finding the right fit for your company. Whether it's advice on salary expectations, market trends, or candidate availability, lean on your recruiter’s industry knowledge to make informed decisions.

Provide a Positive Candidate Experience Remember that the recruitment process reflects your company. Even when working with an external recruiter, it’s important to maintain a positive candidate experience. Ensure interviews are conducted professionally, provide timely responses to candidate inquiries, and keep the lines of communication open throughout the hiring process. A positive experience can help you stand out in a competitive market, increasing your chances of securing top talent.

How to Choose the Best Accounting Recruiter in Toronto

When it comes to selecting the right accounting recruiters in Toronto, it’s important to look for firms that specialize in the accounting and finance sectors. These firms will have the expertise needed to identify candidates who are qualified and a strong fit for your company’s culture and goals.

Here are a few key qualities to look for:

Industry Expertise: Does the recruitment firm specialize in accounting and finance roles?

Track Record: How successful have they been in placing top accounting talent in the Toronto area?

Candidate Network: Do they have access to a strong pool of qualified accounting professionals?

Client Testimonials: What do previous clients say about their experience working with the firm?

Partnering with a specialized Toronto accounting recruitment firm can make all the difference when it comes to finding the right accounting professionals for your organization. By working with recruiters who understand the local market and have access to top-tier talent, you can streamline your hiring process, reduce the risk of a bad hire, and ensure that you’re bringing on the best possible candidates.

At BJRC Recruiting, we are committed to helping companies find top accounting talent in Toronto and across North America. If you’re looking for a trusted partner in your accounting recruitment efforts, contact us today.

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