#can't be slacking on exercise

[rezmeiseno]

[froggiequarium]

1.4k words nsfw; thigh riding w colonel caleb bc a friend of mine couldn't get it out of their head n now its in mine this is dedicated to my dear mely <3

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something about the way you were acting today made caleb's eye twitch repeatedly.

he's not sure why you woke up today in such a mischievous mood, prompting you to tease him and press every one of his buttons all day long.

he was accustomed to this, in a way, but honestly at the end of the day—

he could only take so much.

he gave you a warning, one that held promise should you keep up your mischief.

"behave. don't make me say it again."

in response, you only gave a playful smile, nodding along to his words with clear intention of not following them.

caleb only chuckled to himself, mind already swimming with how he would deal with his disobedient adjutant later.

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the colonel wasted no time, door just barely clicking shut before dragging you towards the sofa and plopping down on the cushions man-spread, tugging you down with him. your arms instinctively reach out for the first thing— in this case, his broad chest— to steady yourself while landing right on his lap, straddling one of his muscled thighs.

"it seems my adjutant decided to step out of line today. care to explain yourself?"

the tone he's using is the one he uses to command the fleet and speak to fellow crew members, dripping with authority and a show of his status. it makes your whole body hot having it directed solely towards you.

despite the sound of his voice sending arousal straight to your core, shiver running up your spine at the cold gaze he's giving you, a sly grin creeps its way onto your face as you trail your fingers up his torso.

"someone was so busy today, don't you think?"

your voice is as light as your touch. you peek up at him through your lashes, holding his gaze for just a moment before your eyes are back to following your movements.

truly, it was really something else when you got to see him act in his authority, and you wanted to see how much patience he'd learned to exercise after taking such a high-ranking position in the fleet.

a ghost of a smirk curls at the edges of his lips, and it takes everything in caleb to not shiver at your familiar touch, wanting nothing more than to flip you over and discipline his little adjutant right here on his living room sofa.

your faint touch is slow and teasing as you glide your fingertips towards his chest, voice dropping to something a little more sultry if not to highlight your underlying need.

"what are you going to do about it, colonel?"

the way you drag out his title so daringly gets him going, his gaze darkening in an instant at the tone of your voice and the cheeky look in your eyes.

you stretch your hands out fully, sliding them from his slightly-heaving chest and slowly upwards to plant them onto his broad shoulders.

without warning, his large hands are planted onto your hips. you have no time to process his hold on you before letting out an involuntary moan at the way he flexes his thigh, hands dragging your hips forward then quickly back at the same time.

"show some respect to the farspace fleet's colonel."

you shivered, body buzzing with excitement and arousal, feeling your panties getting wetter by the second under the skirt of your adjutant uniform.

you wait for just a moment, wondering if he'll do it again, wondering if he'll help you or go further when he speaks up again.

"what are you waiting for, adjutant?"

letting out a huff at the realization that he was going to watch you use him without helping, you grip his shoulders firmly as you begin rocking your hips back and forth on his strong thigh, chasing the momentary pleasure he'd granted to you just moments ago.

caleb watches as you desperately chase that high, hard-on bulging from his slacks the more you move back and forth, panting and whining for your release.

minutes pass and you can feel it, its so close, you're right on the brink, but you can't get there alone.

"caleb..."

"close already?" he almost sneers at you, tone between teasing and mocking.

"please... hah... wanna cum!"

you feel him grip your hips again, firmer this time, and relief fills your system at receiving his help again—

only to feel yourself stop completely in your place.

you let out a long whine, unable to move and satisfaction escaping your body in seconds as you realize:

he's holding you in place with his evol.

"hah, caleb!"

he was so cruel, you think, trying your best to spare him a glare, but appearing more desperate if anything after having your pleasure ripped completely away from you.

"don't give me that look. you asked for this, didn't you?"

his grip on your hips tightens, sure to leave bruises even through the fabric that covers them.

"do you think you really deserve it after your behavior today?"

he's stopped using his evol, but his hold is enough to keep you in place and do as he pleases with your body.

you moan at the sudden flexing of his thigh, fingers wrinkling the fabric of his uniform shirt from their grip.

"please..."

"you'll cum when i say you can."

his voice holds finality in its authority, leaving no room for argument as he begins dragging you back and forth over his thigh again, manipulating your pleasure and the pace at which you reach it.

but after a couple minutes of this you quickly grow impatient, already needy from chasing your previous high and wanting nothing more than to reach that peak again.

"faster... please, caleb—"

"disobeying again?" he questions curtly, slowing the drag of your hips as he speaks his next words.

"would you like me to stop?"

your eyes widen at the mere suggestion.

"no! no— i'm sorry.."

"sorry, what?"

"i'm sorry.... colonel."

"good girl."

at this, he decides to reward you, your body filling with pleasure at the increased pace caleb begins pushing and pulling your hips over his thigh while repeatedly flexing it.

"caleb.... caleb—!"

you're a panting mess, gaining some control and dragging your clothed heat over the slacks of his crisp uniform in time with his movements, feeling yourself finally begin to reach that high once more.

"close, i'm so close-"

"yeah? you wanna cum?" caleb pants, slowly beginning to losing his composure.

"please!"

he lets out a groan at your begging, watching your face contort into pleasure and desperation, waiting for him to tell you to let go.

a smirk tugs at his lips.

how pliant and obedient you get for him when he has you like this... he doesn't think he can ever get enough.

at yet another sound of your pretty whines filling the room, he concedes.

"cum for your colonel."

at his command, you let go with a drawn-out moan, soaking the pant leg of caleb's uniform, hips repeatedly rocking before slowing their movements as you ride out your high.

the man under you isn't faring any better, the wet patch through his slacks where his hard-on is still bulging clearly evident: the result of how much of an effect you have on him.

you've stopped moving now, seated on his lap while catching your breath, sparing a glance up at him. he really was beautiful like this.

figuring you both are done, you begin sliding your hands from their place on his shoulders when your wrists are suddenly held in place before you, startling you.

"ca-"

in a split second, you're flipped onto your back on the couch, surprised eyes wide and gazing up into caleb's dark-purple ones as he hovers over you, pinning your hands above your head with one of his gloved ones.

"did you think we were done? that you could just take what you want and leave?"

you swallow hard, eyes glued to his, breath hitching at the same tone.

"i'm not done with you yet," his voice is dark, need for you seeping through the cracks of his desire.

you glance down at the obvious bulge in his pants and subconsciously lick your lips at the sight.

he smirks at the action, free hand trailing down your body before pushing your ruined panties aside and, without warning, slipping two gloved fingers into your still-sensitive yet welcoming heat.

"a-ah— hah, caleb!"

"—so stay here and take it like a good girl."

with that, he swallows your moans in a hot, searing kiss to your lips.

it seems you might be in this spot for the whole night.

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a/n: edited but also i have an eyepatch on (sensitive eye from earlier migraine) so if theres any typos blame that....

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[randomshyperson]

hello!! I hope you are well. May I add a request to the “touch ask” game? Wanda-Touch-25? Please and thank you. Maybe as a continuation of Wanda and Kryptonian reader?This pairing of my new favourite and you write it so beautifully.

thanks for everything!

Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Drabbles

prompt: stroking the other's arm soothingly | words: 1123 | warnings: fluff, violence (?), previously agreed mind control, some touching but nothing inappropriate (the Avengers would disagree ofc).

challenge masterlist | general masterlist

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Kryptonians had indestructible and invulnerable bodies. They were bulletproof, heatproof, or coldproof. You could probably out-strength gods like Thor or radioactive monsters like the Hulk.

But magic? Well, that was different.

Somehow, magic could break through every biological barrier in your body and bring you to your knees.

That was precisely why Natasha Romanoff always had Wanda as your training partner.

"Come on, guys, no slacking off. I want four sequences, everyone." The widow announced with a warning clap, while the entire team groaned in unison. Even the super soldiers present had some difficulty completing the demanding exercises of a black widow. 

You were moving to grab your training gloves for the exercise circuit when Natasha called your name. "Not so fast, little alien. You and Maximoff, mat." 

Wanda smiled contentedly at the same time you sighed in discouragement, just as the team got excited and started whistling. See, you were indestructible. Watching you get your ass kicked every now and then was everyone's favorite pastime there. Ignoring Natasha's smirk as you passed her, you tried to stay positive about the whole thing. At least you were working on your humility with your favorite person in the world. 

"I'll go easy on you." Wanda assured you, already on the mat, hands in a fighting position. You chuckle, imitating her defensive stance, even though it wouldn't make any difference. 

"As if."

Truth be told, you're the one who always goes easy on her. Wanda has the magical advantage, of course, but that's it. If you wanted, you could use your speed to easily immobilize her. But the risk of hurting her small human body - a caution you don't need to take with fellow gods or augmented beings - is too high.

So the most you can guarantee to make her training difficult is to dodge her energy attacks, until she loses her patience and stops acting like a sniper, and starts acting like a real witch.

You stumble gently as you feel the familiar invasion. It's like being intoxicated. Wanda is always gentle when she does this. She's learned to hone her mind control very well, without having to reduce her opponents to babbling versions of pure panic. Now, she can enchant them like a mermaid, or perhaps, she only chooses to do it this way with you.

The gym around you becomes a little blurry, and all you see clearly is her, smiling victoriously at you.

"Ready to call it a defeat? Or do you want me to kick your ass a little longer?" She teases as she takes slow steps towards you. It's an illusion, of course, you're sure she hasn't even moved a muscle in reality, and all of this shouldn't have taken more than a second.

You chuckle weakly. This kind of thing has been getting more and more dangerous. Keeping secrets from someone who occasionally plays with your mind is very difficult. Wanda taught you to stay calm in these situations, but all you can do is remind yourself that you're keeping your feelings buried, away from her, and you start to despair.

She notices your anxiety, and the confidence disappears from her expression.

"Hey, are you alright?" She asks, maybe this time, her footsteps towards you were real. You're panicked enough that you can't tell the difference.

Freaking out during a mind control is stupid. And even worse for someone who has powers like yours. Wanda gets close enough to touch your face, and you remember last week when you accidentally saw too much skin when she changed clothes in your room. The shame and guilt return, and you pull away, terrified that she will be able to see that memory.

Your panic in that vulnerable state stimulates your powers, and Wanda exclaims in surprise when the beam of your heat vision advances and grazes near her head. Her fright interrupts the magic, and your release is immediate when Wanda hits your shoulder with a strong magical expel, which throws you about three steps back.

Natasha crosses her arms in disapproval and all the Avengers are looking at you two, while a new hole in the ceiling of the academy appears.

"What the hell you two! What did I tell you about mind tricks?" The black Widow inquires in disapproval, but Wanda is rushing to your support, concern on her features.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to-"

You interrupt her with "I'm fine, don't worry" forcing a small smile. As you try to lift your torso correctly and raise your arm to touch her, you groan in pain and Wanda's eyes widen, as does the whole team. At the feeling, you end up chuckling a little breathlessly. "Wow, that's... surprising. Looks like you set a new record here, Wands. First person to make me feel muscle pain." The team laughs at the joke, but Wanda isn't very happy about it. Natasha forgets about the scolding because she's too interested in discussing with Steve the progress of the two of you in training, and well, you get too distracted with Wanda caressing your arms in an attempt to ease the pain. 

"Is it really that bad?" She asks with a worried frown. She must be feeling guilty enough not to realize what she's doing - how she’s touching you.

You try not to be so pathetic, it's an innocent gesture, but maybe it's too gentle or too warm to ignore. She strokes your arms soothingly, trying to apologize while murmuring that she's sorry for hitting you. And it only takes a moment longer for Wanda to get distracted with what she was doing - Not that you have any way of knowing that she's starting to notice the strong Kryptonian anatomy a little too much, and how feeling strong arms was the real reason she sighed and shook her head, pushing away thoughts she definitely shouldn't be having about her best friend.

Sharing the same warm pink in her cheeks as you, her hands moved away, and Wanda cleared her throat, trying to hide her own reactions while you hid yours.

"So... do you want to get something to eat? I'm starving."

She chuckles shortly. "You're always starving, darling." She teases, and well, she's right so you can't even argue.

Distracted by each other's presence, you soon lose yourself in small talk as you head toward the kitchen, and neither of you notices Sam or Clint grimacing at the scene they've just witnessed.

"That has to be the gayest thing I've ever seen in my entire life." The falcon grumbled in disbelief.

The hawk next to him massaged his forehead in a frown. "I should have retired already. I would have been less traumatized."

They shake their heads in unison, and then go back to training.

[runningincircl3s]

Who Are You?

Kickboxer!Noah x Reader

Chapter Two

chapter warnings: horrific inaccuracy, this was written during ovulation i can't be held accountable guys that wasn't me

chapter one is here! i haven't made a masterlist yet lmao i'm slacking, but i hope you like this chapter! i feel like not much happens, but that all changes in the next one :D

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“She’s all yours.”

The way Tasha said it shouldn't have made your stomach feel fuzzy the way it did, but it did. You had walked in here only expecting to catch glimpses of him working out, not for him to be teaching you.

After she walked away, Noah looked at you with a calm, reassuring smile, as if sensing your nerves.

"Should we do some warm ups first?" He asked, though it was barely a question, he already turned away and was motioning for you to follow him toward one of the mats in the corner of the room.

You followed, hoping your legs wouldn’t betray you with how unsteady they felt already, even before any exercise. He stopped and turned to face you again, hands resting lightly on his hips. God, his hands, his arms, his tattoos... You were trying really hard not to stare... not for too long at least.

“Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you,” he said with a small smirk. “For now.”

"Thanks" You chuckled nervously, probably looking like an idiot- but he didn't seem to mind.

“Alright,” he said, stepping back a little. “We’ll start simple, just to loosen everything up. Try to mirror me, okay? And let me know if you need to stop at all.”

You nodded, and he started with shoulder rolls. You followed along, as he talked you through the importance of warm ups, and you tried not to overthink every movement. It wasn’t too bad, not until you caught sight of him rolling his neck, jaw clenched slightly, tendons shifting under the skin, hair flopping over his eyes.

Yeah. Not fair.

You hope he didn't see the way you bit your lip.

“Now some squats,” he said, sinking into one like it was the easiest thing in the world. “Feet shoulder width apart, keep your chest up.”

You copied him, but immediately felt awkward. Your squat was nowhere near as smooth or confident as his, it looked more like a hesitant crouch.

He glanced over.

“Not bad,” he said. “Wanna try it again with your feet a little wider?"

You nodded, stepping so your feet were a little bit further apart, and gave him a look to say "like this?"

"Yeah... that's it, there you go.”

To say there were butterflies in your tummy was an understatement. There was a whole fucking zoo in there.

“Yeah, that's better. You’ll feel it more in your legs that way.”

You did. You definitely did. And only after a few more, your thighs were already burning.

“I already regret this." You muttered, to which Noah let out a soft laugh.

“Hey, no quitting on me yet. We’re just getting started.”

You moved into some lunges next, and he kept pace beside you, offering quick corrections here and there- never patronising though, just helpful. Easy and encouraging, which somehow shocked you, you never expected him to be so... kind?

By the time he got you doing arm circles, you were already sweating. Your heart pounded in your chest and your ponytail was starting to come loose. You swiped your sleeve across your forehead, breath shallow.

Noah, of course, looked completely fine. Just a light sheen of sweat on his skin, hair pushed back, a smile still tugging at the corner of his lips as he watched you try to catch your breath.

“God,” you said, half laughing. “This is just the warm up?”

“Yep.” He grinned, biting his bottom lip for a second like he was holding back a laugh. “You’re sweating already?”

You gave him a look.

“Hey, can you blame me? It’s my first time!”

“Exactly why I’m going easy on you,” he teased, but there was a warmth to his voice, "Okay, enough of that. It's time for the fun part now, we'll wrap our hands then move over to the punching bags." He motioned to one of the bags that was free in the other end of the room.

"Wrap our hands?" You blinked.

"Yeah... You know how?"

"No," you shook your head, "I told you this is my first time doing anything like this."

His grin widened, satisfied, almost like he liked the idea of you being completely new to all this.

“Even better,” he said. “Means I get to teach you properly.”

Before you could respond, he was already by the bench, crouching by one of the open duffel bags and pulling out a roll of hand wraps.

“Come here.”

You stepped closer, heart pounding. He held the wraps in one hand, and motioned towards the bench with the other.

“Sit. Hands out.”

You didn’t even hesitate. Something about the way he said it, firm but still staying casual, made you feel tingly.

You couldn't help but wonder if he talked like this in bed

You crossed the mat and sat down, heart hammering, legs slightly shaky from the warm up exercises- or the anticipation, you couldn’t really tell anymore.

Noah was still crouched down in front of you, resting one knee on the floor, the other foot planted. He set one lot of wraps on the floor beside him, and began to unravel the other.

You couldn’t help but stare. Again. But at his hands this time.

His fingers were long, rough, and even looked calloused in places. They looked big, strong and certainly tattooed. Ink covered the backs of his hands, his knuckles, and there were even small designs on his fingers. You picked up on the leaf village one first- so he's a Naruto fan, you thought. The more you watched his hands, the more your mind betrayed you, imagining how easily they could pin you down, how effortlessly they could-

“Give me this one.” He said, motioning towards your left hand.

You placed your hand in his without thinking. His palm was warm, and felt a little dry.

“You want them snug, but not too tight,” he said, looping the fabric around your wrist. “You wrap to protect the bones and joints. Helps keep everything stable when you hit.”

You nodded dumbly, knowing you weren't really paying attention to what he was saying, but instead still watching his hands, how skilled they were, how they moved like they knew exactly what they were doing. He wrapped the fabric around your wrist, then your palm, weaving it through each of your fingers. It wasn’t fast, but it was deliberate, like he didn’t mind taking his time, and talked you through each step.

“Thumb always gets a loop,” he said softly, guiding the wrap around it. “Then across the knuckles again.”

You shivered slightly when his knuckles brushed against yours.

He paused and glanced up at you. Seeing him like this, on his knees for you, made your mind spiral in ways that was not appropriate right now, or possibly ever.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” you breathed. “Fine.”

His eyes lingered for a second, a second too long. Like he knew what you were thinking. Then he went back to wrapping.

He leaned in a little closer, one hand steadying your wrist while the other worked. You could smell him, a mixture of clean sweat and expensive cologne, he smelled incredicible, you had to hold yourself back from leaning in a little closer to get a better smell.

You weren’t sure if it was the way he touched you, firm but genlte, or how serious he looked when he worked, brow slightly furrowed in concentration. Or maybe it was the occasional brush of his thumb across your skin, the way he adjusted your hand without asking, like he just knew he could, but you knew in this moment, you definitely did not regret signing up.

“There,” he said after a moment, securing the end of the wrap. “First one done.”

You stared at your hand. It looked too professional for your skill level.

“Now the other,” he said, already reaching for it. You offered it up willingly, your fingers trembling just a little this time.

“Relax,” he said, smiling softly, his tone a little lower. “I got you... You've got really soft hands.”

And god, did that do something to you.

He started again, the same process. But this time you were hyperaware of everything. His thumb brushing your skin. His knuckles grazing your palm. The pressure of his fingers around your wrist. His knee pressing just a little more into yours. The heat radiating off his body.

“You’re being really quiet.” He said after a beat, glancing up again.

You swallowed.

“Just… concentrating.”

He raised a brow, amused.

“On what?”

Your mouth opened, but nothing came out. Because you couldn’t just say your hands or your arms or the way you’re touching me.

Noah let the silence hang there, and when he finished the second wrap, he gave your hand a light squeeze before letting go.

“All done,” he said, standing. “You good?”

You nodded, blinking up at him, dazed.

“Yeah.” But you weren’t. Not even close.

“Alright,” he said, motioning toward the punching bags. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

You stood slowly, heart still thudding against your ribs as you followed him.

"Are you okay?" Noah asked, stopping a few steps in front of you, noticing how your legs were still a little unsteady.

You nodded quickly.

“Yeah. Just a little tired... Still."

“That’s normal,” he said, with a small, encouraging smile. “First class hits your system different. Just remember to drink water, and don’t pass out on me.”

“I’ll try not to.” You chuckled.

He gave a soft smile, then motioned toward the center of the mat.

“Alright. Ready to learn how to punch?”

You stepped forward, nodding again, heart racing. He stood across from you, adjusting the wrap on his wrist as he spoke.

“So, it's important that you know everything starts with your stance. Your power, your balance, your ability to breathe right, it all begins here.” He spread his legs shoulder width apart and turned slightly, demonstrating. “Feet like this. Dominant foot back. Knees soft. Core engaged.”

You squinted, trying to mimic it.

When you looked up at him for approval, he was already smiling.

“Almost.”

You looked down at your feet, confused.

“What am I doing wrong?”

He stepped forward slowly, motioning toward your hips but not touching.

“Can I?”

You nodded, throat dry.

“Yeah... Go ahead.”

His hands came to rest lightly on your hips, long fingers splayed as he shifted your weight and turned your stance.

“There,” he murmured. “You want your body angled, not open.”

You swallowed, focusing on the warmth of his hands through your leggings and the sound of his voice- calm and steady.

He adjusted your feet next, nudging his foot against yours, helping you into the right place.

“Good. Feel that?”

You nodded, heart pounding faster than it had during the warm ups.

“Now your arms,” he said, stepping back again. He raised his fists. “Elbows in. Hands up. Protect your face.”

You copied him, trying to remember what he just did. Your fists ended up way too far apart, and you accidentally bent your wrists in instead of keeping them straight.

You looked at him sheepishly.

“Like this?”

He blinked… then smiled.

“Not… quite.”

“I’m terrible at this.” You laughed quietly.

“No! You’re trying, and willing to improve, that’s better than most.”

He moved to your side again.

“Mind if I…?”

“No," you shook your head, "Please. Fix me.”

He grinned at that but didn’t comment.

His hand lifted your right arm, fingers curling lightly around your wrist as he adjusted your form. His touch was so careful, like he didn’t want to overwhelm you, but also wasn’t afraid of guiding you. He just wanted to teach you.

“This part,” he said, pressing your forearm into the correct angle, “Needs to be strong. You’ll hurt yourself if you punch with your wrist bent. Always straight. Knuckles land first.”

He adjusted your left hand too, brushing your fingers with his as he tucked your thumb into a safe position.

You swallowed again, almost forgetting to breathe.

“Relax your shoulders,” he added, his voice a bit softer. “You’re tensing too much.”

“Can you blame me?” You murmured under your breath, mostly joking... mostly.

He didn’t answer that, just smiled. Like he heard it, and maybe liked it. You were sure he was used to it.

“Okay,” he said, stepping back again. “Now, we’re gonna throw some punches into the air. Just shadowboxing. Focus on form... Jab with your front hand. Ready?”

You nodded, mirroring his stance again.

He counted you through it, voice patient but firm.

“Jab. Good! Now reset, and... Jab. Don’t drop your hand after. Bring it right back. Again.”

You did, and he watched closely.

“Better. You’ve got quick hands.”

You glanced at him, surprised.

“Really?”

He nodded.

“Yes, really. Most people are sloppy at first. You’ve got good instincts!”

The compliment shouldn’t have landed as deeply as it did, but it did. You bit your lip and tried not to smile too hard.

“Now cross,” he instructed, stepping forward to demonstrate the next move. “Right hand, pivot the back foot. Let your hips follow through.”

You tried it, not sure if it looked anything like what he’d done.

“Nice,” he said, nodding once. “Really nice... You’ve got natural rhythm.”

The praise hit harder than it probably should’ve. You felt yourself stand a little straighter.

“Now try it together. Jab and cross.”

You did it. And again, and again. Each time, he gave quiet feedback, stepping in once or twice to gently reposition your shoulders or guide your wrist. Always asking, “Okay if I…?” before he touched you. Always waiting for your nod.

When you landed a particularly solid jab, he smiled.

“That was perfect.” He said, sounding rather proud.

You bit your lip to keep from grinning like an idiot.

“Seriously?”

“Seriously,” he said. “You hit cleaner than half the people who’ve been here longer than you.”

“You’re probably just saying that to keep me coming back.”

“No,” he said simply. “If I didn’t think you had something, I wouldn’t waste your time, or mine.”

You nodded, taking a moment to catch your breath.

“So, how long until I can punch like you?” You asked, looking up at him as he wandered to the bags, throwing a few jabs.

He stopped and smiled, not cocky, not teasing, just amused.

“Couple years, probably.” He said as he turned back to you.

You laughed.

“I’ll take it.”

Noah noticed the way your face was flushed, though it probably didn't have much to do with throwing punches.

"Wanna take a break?"

You nodded quickly, too quickly.

“Do you have water?” He asked, already walking toward his bottle.

You nodded and pointed to your bottle, which he handed over to you as you followed him to the bench again.

He leaned against the wall, his hair ever so slightly damp with sweat, his biceps flexing as he bought his water to his mouth. You weren’t sure if it was the workout or his presence making it harder to breathe.

He took another sip from his bottle, then glanced at you.

“So… what made you sign up?” He asked, casual.

You hesitated.

“Honestly? I saw the classes on the gym’s schedule and just… got curious. I've never done anything like it before so I guess I just... Wanted to try it.” You'd never tell him the truth.

“First-timer curiosity, huh?” He tilted his head a little.

You nodded, sipping from your bottle.

“I thought it might help with stress, help me decompress after work. And it seemed kind of badass.”

A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“It is badass.”

“Do you do this to destress?” You asked, not thinking much of it.

He blinked like the question caught him off guard, just for a second, before shrugging lightly.

“Something like that.”

You looked at him for a beat.

"So how long have you been doing this?"

"Uh... I went to a few classes as a kid, and then I picked it up again a few years ago."

You sat down for a second, stretching your legs out as your breathing began to slow. You caught him glancing at you again, something thoughtful in his eyes, like he was watching more than just your form. You figured it was part of being a trainer. It had to be.

“Y'know, you’ve got good focus,” he said, after a moment. “You listen. You don’t fight the guidance, you let me help you, and you pick things up pretty quickly. That’s rare.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“I’m sure you say that to all the new students.”

“No,” he said, chuckling softly, shaking his head. “I don’t.”

You looked away before you could smile too obviously, brushing the back of your hand across your forehead.

There was a brief silence, and then Noah glanced toward the wall clock.

“We’ve got twenty minutes left.”

"Seriously?" You sat up straighter, surprised time had moved that quickly.

“Wanna try something new?” He asked.

You blinked.

“Like what?”

He held up the padded focus mitts you hadn’t even noticed him grab.

“We can run through a few combos. I’ll hold, you punch.”

Your brows lifted slightly.

“I can actually hit something this time?”

His grin was faint, crooked.

“That’s the idea, yeah.”

“You sure I won’t break your hands?” You stood up slowly, stretching out your shoulders as he threw you a pair of gloves.

“No one’s ever managed that,” he said, slipping the mitts on and tightening the straps. “But you can try.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to suppress your nerves.

“What do I do?”

He walked toward the center of the mat, gesturing for you to join him.

“I’ll call it out. Jab, cross, maybe add a hook if you’re feeling confident.”

You followed, watching the way he adjusted the mitts like he’d done this a hundred times. Maybe more.

“Stand like we practiced,” he said. “Remember- stay light, keep your guard up, and pivot on the cross.”

You settled into your stance, your heart thudding faster again, less from exertion this time, more from the way he was looking at you.

“Alright. Jab.” He lifted one mitt.

You threw the punch, a little hesitant.

“Good,” he said. “Again- remember, don’t overthink.”

You tried again. It landed cleaner this time.

“Better,” he said, nodding. “Now cross.”

You twisted like he taught you, knuckles landing dead centre.

“That’s it,” he said, the faint note of pride unmistakable in his tone. “That’s exactly it, good girl.”

The words sent shockwaves through your body, and you were afraid you might faint- but then he was calling out to you again, pulling you out of your mind.

“Jab, cross. One-two.”

You moved with more confidence now, and the smack of your fists against the pads was loud, and rather satisfying.

“Nice,” he said, holding for the next. “Wanna add a hook?”

You hesitated.

“I don’t know if I-”

He stepped closer.

“I’ll walk you through it.”

And just like that, you were learning again. With him in front of you, patiently calling your moves, correcting gently when you dropped your elbow, praising when your form tightened. You didn’t know how long you stayed in that loop, you just knew that whenever his voice said good or that’s it, it made something warm blossom in your chest.

You didn’t understand why it mattered so much. Why he mattered so much. He was a stranger, really. A mystery with nice kind hands and an unreadable smile.

And yet… whatever this was, it was already starting to seep in, slow and quiet under your skin, where it didn’t belong.

...

"Alright, that’s it for today!" Tasha’s voice rang across the room, cutting through the soft thud of the last few kicks and punches still landing against bags. "Good work, everyone. Same time next week!"

You exhaled, standing there with your hands still wrapped after you dropped the gloves, sweat cooling on your skin. Your heart was still racing, and not just from the workout. Your knuckles throbbed faintly, your body ached all over, but it was the fire in your stomach that hadn’t quite gone out.

“Let me help.” Noah said quietly, reappearing beside you and already reaching for your hand before you could agree or object.

You froze, holding your breath as he started to unwind the wrap from your right wrist. His touch was firm but also careful, eyes flicking up to meet yours briefly. His fingers brushed against your palm, your knuckles, the inside of your wrist. And even though he was just undoing a wrap, it felt somewhat intimate.

“Thanks.” You swallowed.

He didn’t say anything. Just gave you a small, unreadable smile and moved on to the other hand. Again, slow. Unrushed. Like he wasn’t just unwrapping fabric, but peeling something else away too- your defences, maybe?

When he finished, he rolled the wraps neatly and handed them back to you, brushing his knuckles against yours one last time before he stepped back.

And then, just like that, he was gone.

He walked over to help Tasha gather stray pads and gloves near the edge of the mat, leaving you standing there, hands empty, heart feeling stupidly full as you watched him.

You hesitated. This was the part where you were supposed to leave, right? Just grab your bag, say a polite thank you, and slip out like a normal person. Like everybody else.

But your feet didn’t move. You lingered, fidgeting with the wraps in your hand, watching him from the corner of your eye.

He crouched beside Tasha, tossing equipment into a crate, laughing at something she said. That soft laugh that made something tighten behind your ribs. His shirt was a little damp with sweat at the back, clinging to his shoulders. His hair was a mess, he looked tired. And hot.

And you felt like you were about to combust.

He stood, turning slightly, and spotted you still hovering there.

“You okay?” He asked, casual, but there was something in his tone that told you he already knew the answer.

You nodded quickly, holding up the wraps.

“Just… didn’t know where to put these.”

He walked over, plucked them from your fingers without breaking eye contact, and gave a little nod toward the wall.

“Over here, I'll take them.”

You licked your lips.

“Thanks… for the help today. You’re, uh… you’re good at your job.”

That made him pause. His head tilted slightly, eyes narrowing with something between amusement and intrigue. He smirked, leaning in just slightly.

“I don’t work here.”

“Then what do you do?”

He hesitated, then shook his head slowly, the smirk deepening.

“Not telling you.”

You stared at him.

“Why not?”

He thought for a moment, as if wondering if he should say his next words, but he did anyway.

“Because I wanna see if you come back without knowing...”

You opened your mouth. Closed it again. You had no idea what to say to that.

He leaned in slightly, his voice lower, more deliberate.

“Besides… you’re curious now. Aren’t you?”

You hated how obvious it must’ve been on your face.

“Yes.” You admitted, despite yourself, "I am."

“Good,” he murmured, then stepped back again. “So I'll see you again next week?”

You swallowed.

“Yeah... See you next week.”

As you walked toward the door, still buzzing from the last hour and very aware of his eyes following you, you couldn’t help the (not so) small smile that tugged at your lips.

You still didn’t know what he did, or his last name- you don't even think you told him your name. But you were already counting down the days until you saw him again.

You hadn't even told Kylie or James you actually signed up to the class at the gym, so you were excited to see them tonight and tell them your little secret.

You were halfway through changing into your pjs when the front door buzzed.

Of course they were early.

You threw your hair into a bun and padded barefoot to the door, opening it just in time for Kylie and James to barge in like they owned the place.

“I brought wine!” Kylie announced, holding it up like a trophy.

“And I brought my presence,” James added, stepping inside and immediately throwing himself onto your couch. “Which is frankly more valuable.”

You laughed and moved to the kitchen.

“Glasses?”

“Duh!” Kylie called, toeing her shoes off by the door.

You handed out glasses and leaned against the counter while James launched himslef into a story about what happened today- he was working on the set of a new music video and apparently the singer, who he once admired, was an awful person.

“I need new eye candy,” Kylie moaned, changing the conversation. “Please tell me you saw Hot Gym Guy today.”

You raised an eyebrow, sipping your wine.

“Hot Gym Guy?”

“Yeah,” she said, lifting her head. “The one across the street from your place. Tall. Arms. Tattoos. The reason you only work half a day today.”

James grinned.

“The one who wears those slutty grey sweats that do absolutely nothing to hide what god gave him.”

You tried to hold back the smile, but it tugged at your mouth anyway.

“Wait…" Kylie squinted, "Why are you smiling like that?”

You set your glass down slowly.

“…You mean Noah?”

Both of them froze.

James sat up straighter.

“Wait. WAIT! You know his name?”

You nodded, lips twitching.

Kylie nearly choked.

“You know his NAME?”

You couldn’t help it, your smile went smug.

"Yep!”

There was a beat of stunned silence before James leaned forward like he was interviewing you for a scandal.

“How do you know his name?”

You sipped your wine again, slowly.

“…Because... he had his hands all over me today.”

Kylie screeched, and James shouted.

“WHAT?!”

You burst out laughing, practically doubling over as Kylie grabbed a pillow from the couch and started smacking you with it.

“You absolute snake! You didn’t even tell us you went over there!”

"I wanted to wait and tell you once I definitely knew he took that class, but he was like my own personal teacher today!"

“And you’re telling me he touched you?” Kylie's eyes were wide.

You gave her a pointed look.

“He wrapped my hands. Held my hips when he adjusted my stance... And told me I had nice hands.”

“I’m going to pass away.” James put a hand over his heart dramatically, "He was definitely imagining your hands around his-"

"James!" Kylie frowned, shutting him up, before turning back to you, "It sounds like he's into you..."

You bit your lip, wine glass tipping slightly in your hand.

“He also said… that's not his job.”

James blinked.

“Then what is his job?”

“He wouldn’t tell me!”

“Oh my god," Kylie gasped, "Is he in the mafia?”

You burst out laughing.

"Or... maybe he's like famous... Or a porn star?!"

"James!" You gasped, rolling your eyes, but your stomach twisted slightly at that.

Because honestly? You were still wondering the same thing.

“You’re going back next week, aren’t you?” Kylie asked.

"Fuck yeah!" You nodded, "I think he wants me to come back next week, by the things he was saying."

"Girl!" Kylie grinned, "I'm so happy this is happening for you."

"And to think I didn't believe he existed." James sighed, "We're totally turning up to the class with you next week."

"No you are not!" You pointed a finger at him sternly, "This is the first hot guy I've had even a fraction of a chance with, and I'm not having that ruined!"

“But what if I’m your wingman?” James pouted. “What if I just… quietly investigate his secret identity?”

You snorted.

“You’re incapable of being quiet.”

“Okay but seriously," Kylie leaned in, "What do you think he does?”

Before you could even get a word in, James gasped dramatically.

"I’ve got it! He’s a hitman. Or an undercover spy.” He grabbed your knee and stared deep into your eyes, deadly serious. “That’s why he can’t tell you.”

"Okay," Kylie nodded, "I mean... he has a point."

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[manikas-whims]

Love and Deepspace men when you suggest the sit-ups kiss challenge

every time they do a sit-up, they get a kiss from you

(like this gif below, 1 sit-up = 1 kiss reward)

RAFAYEL

🌊 “Why can't I just kiss you?”

🌊 He genuinely doesn't understand the need to go through the hassle of exercising in order to kiss you. He can just do it like he normally kisses you!

🌊 He will stand by his words for a while before actually giving in, and starting with the sit-ups.

🌊 With the first sit-up done, you give him a light peck, and his grumpy demeanor comes crumbling down.

🌊 As he continues with the sit-ups, and you continue kissing him, he'll become flustered at first but then get more and more needy. He'll be enjoying the act a little too much, guiding your hands to touch him here and there, and his eyes will be sparkling with unbridled want. Afterall, he loves it when you shower him with affection.

ZAYNE

❄️ “Is this an excuse to slack-off?”

❄️ He'll smirk, thinking that you're just making shit up to not do your own exercises. He'll find it very amusing.

❄️ When he realises you're being serious, he'll shake his head and indulge. BUT! He'll only do it if you do the same. You begrudgingly agree.

❄️ It will be fun to watch him do his sit-ups, tease and kiss him for each one that he does.

❄️ However, upon your own turn, you actually realize how hard sit-ups are. You barely manage two and feel your muscles burning. But Zayne won't relent. He did his share and got rewarded, and if you want the same, then you'll need to break a sweat for it. You'll need to earn it.

❄️ You're pouting at him for being such a stickler for rules but comply anyway because his kisses are worth the effort.

XAVIER

⭐ “Can we also make-out for every 10 sit-ups I do?”

⭐ He'll comply with the idea cause he'll still be getting some exercise done. But he will come up with his own suggestions and rewards for every milestone.

⭐ First sit-up followed by a kiss. Second sit-up followed by a kiss. Third sit-up..You realise that with each kiss, his lips are lingering a little longer upon yours but he will keep that innocent smile plastered on his face, as if he isn't doing anything sus at all.

⭐ By the time you're done with 10 sit-ups, he's inching closer, his arms snaking around your waist and head. The next moment you're making out and the exercise session is long forgotten. You should've known this was his intention all along but it's already too late now. You're enjoying this too much to stop.

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[yokohamapound]

Hi! This is gonna be a wierd request but I just got really bad injuries on my fingers and I can't use them without being in immense pain (text to speech has become my best friend) so you think you can write something with B S D characters with an S slash O that can't use their hands after a mission/accident without being in a ton of pain? I just need some fluff to read while I recover. Thanks!

Hi, lovely. Sorry it's taken me so long to get to this one, and I hope you're doing well!

Characters: Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuuya, Nakajima Atsushi, Kunikida Doppo, Edgar Allan Poe

Contents: mentions of injury, medication, doctors, physical therapy, gn!reader, no graphic details

Dazai Osamu

Considering he spends 99% of his time in bandages, it's a safe bet that Dazai's injured his hands a time or two, so he'll get what you're dealing with.

While he likes to play the clown and act lazy and immature, this is only really an act—he can definitely step up when he needs to, and he's very capable...or he just manipulates other people into picking up the slack.

You won't have to worry about things around the house, because he'll just get Atsushi to do it!

As for looking after you, Dazai will actually do that himself. He'll skillfully change the bandages on your fingers after rubbing in whatever topical medication or painkiller your doctor has prescribed, an intent, focused expression on his face, even while he chatters.

"I need you to get better soon," he quips. "I want to hold hands without protection."

He grins, because he knows you can't hit him.

Nakahara Chuuya

Chuuya hates that you got hurt on the mission, and lowkey blames himself for it, whether he was there or not. He's a damn executive, isn't he? He should be able to prevent these things happening to his s/o.

What makes him feel even worse is that he can't just stay home and look after you—Mori won't give him that kind of leeway. What he can do is put money toward the problem.

It's not ideal, but having the best team of doctors (not Mori), surgeons, and physical therapists available is going to make rehabilitation go a lot smoother. Having stuff like food delivered, laundry and cleaning outsourced, and the latest in smartphones for text to speech is a godsend.

He also has you sending him voice notes all day, because he's used to the constant flurry of texts back and forth and he doesn't want to go without hearing from you.

Nakajima Atsushi

Atsushi will wait on you hand and foot. You won't need to lift a finger (literally, please don't) because he'll be vibrating with anxiety at your side, just in case you need something.

You'll probably have to tell him—gently—when he starts overdoing it, not letting you do anything for yourself. He doesn't mean anything by it; he just hates seeing your face scrunch up in pain.

He keeps trying to ply you with ochazuke—tea on rice—because it's his ultimate comfort food, but he'll have to feed it to you, because using chopsticks with injured fingers is a bitch. He apologises constantly because it feels awkward, even though he reminds himself of all the times you've helped him.

"I promise I won't make airplane noises," he jokes, holding up a spoonful of tea-soaked rice for you to lean forward and take a bite. "Heh. You're kinda scary when you glare like that."

Kunikida Doppo

Depending on where you are in the timeline, Kunikida has very real experience with the loss of use of his hands, though he lost his hands entirely. Temporarily, yes, but the end result is the same and hre remembers vividly the feeling of helplessness and frustration when you are unable to do things for yourself the way you are used to.

Kunikida shows love through organisation. Your medications, wound redressings, doctor and physical therapy appointments will all be rigorously scheduled in his notebook. He'll drive you to them himself, and chivvy you through any recovery exercises you need to do.

Most helpful of all, he can use his Special Ability to create specialised tools for your recovering hands—utensils, pens, etc with an altered grip so you don't have to move your fingers more than necessary.

Kunikida is more than happy to look after you, but he understands on a personal level how important it is to restore to you a sense of independence and autonomy.

Edgar Allen Poe

Like Chuuya, Poe can simply use his wealth to mitigate a lot of the pain, discomfort, and frustration caused by your injuries, and he will, but he's also got the time (and gothic, brooding hero dedication) to look after you personally.

With a side dish of melodrama of course.

"How can I serve you in your time of need, my dear? Do your hands pain you terribly?"

"Well, yes, but I was wondering if you could help me set up my audiobook—"

"I'll read to you myself! No inferior voice shall touch your ears!" He trails off, then peers at you over the top of your book. "My, this is rather..."

"It's smut, Ed."

"Indeed... Shall I fetch your headphones, dear?"

Honestly, Karl is your most useful companion here. He's pretty good at opening doors or prodding buttons with his little raccoon hands.

[lightningshrikes]

I'm going back to my roots of posting about headcanons. This comic shit too serious, IM OUT!

So, anyways, here's a list of a few disability ones :

- Jason has chronic pain and nerve damage that affects how he feels temperature/texture. He uses mobility aids a lot. I think he has bad tremors in his hands sometimes.

- Dick has hEDS and chronic pain (I'm sensing a pattern...?) He uses a lot of braces, but hasn't figured out that mobility aids are supposed to be used by him to prevent pain. He'll get there eventually. Maybe after the eleventh hip dislocation from just standing around at home he'll realize it applies to him too.

- Stephanie has had a few injuries that never healed right. She has severe pain flare ups sometimes, and struggles to let herself rest and not push herself until she literally can't do anything but lie in pain. She also has bad migraines fairly often after patrols.

- Damian has bad chronic back pain. He has a good bit of physical therapy exercises he's supposed to do but slacks on them sometimes because he just genuinely forgets because he's taking care of something else.

- Cass has a lot of chronic pain from past injuries that she's just now realizing exists. I think she had an experience that helped a bit of the pain subside and that's how she realized she could feel better. She's still trying to figure out what will help her.

That's all for now, tune in next time for more!

[nagiseishirro]

Hello, I'm in love with your writings!!! I hope my request is something you can do. It's okay if you feel uncomfortable. I'm very curious about Chubby reader x nagi I mean, what does he think, what does he do, I would be very happy if you tell me as nsfw.

HELLO NONNIE!!! i've just read the deadliest reonagi fic on ao3 known to mankind and need something to take my mind off it so.... here you go :x <3

warnings: nsfw implications under the cut, but nothing is explicitly stated. slightly possessive nagi at the end? implies that nagi supports and encourages weightloss when necessary. not proofread.

SFW:

to nagi, he doesn't really understand why people would care so much about appearances.

he doesn't mind your stature, it's quite refreshing for him to see something he doesn't see often—given how he goes to one of the richer schools and practically lives in the soccer fields with reo.

he thinks it's okay to slack off once in a while, or all the while, actually.

he knows it's a hassle to take care of oneself, so he doesn't mind you, he lets you be.

if you want to start working out, he'll gladly support you and immediately texts reo to temporarily (or permanently) rent over an entire gym.

if you're happy with your body, however, he'll support you in that, too!

he's far too lazy to spoil you himself, so he gets reo to spoil the both of you.

he does look after you to not let you get overweight to the point of life-threatening, though. no way, you're far too precious to lose.

he knows he himself needs to have some form of exercise throughout the week, as much as he dislikes it, so once again... he calls reo over.

he'd get reo to buy those VR headsets. it's a win-win. he gets to play his game, and gets to play it with you. the cherry on top? that he doesn't have to go out in the sun to exercise, he thinks.

other than that? he's absolutely relishing whenever you're draped over him on the soft sheets of his bed.

he swears he can have your weight pressed up against his back at any time, anywhere. you're the perfect amount of heavy—not too light that it just can't hit his right spots, just perfect.

NSFW:

he absolutely loves the feeling of the plump of your waist melting in the palm of his hand as he wrecks you with his undeniable adoration for you.

the way you wrap nd clench so nicely around him, like you don't want him anywhere else drills adrenaline into his hazy mind—he couldn't ask for more.

until he does.

"mm—more, do it again." he's addicted. maybe more addicted to you then he is to his switch.

the way your skin, just from a little thrust, ripples from your hips, through your waist and fogs into your torso just has him locked.

he loves the way he can easily tell that, you're enjoying it as much as he does. no thinking, hassle, just pure looking.

"mmhck— s'pretty. y'rpretty.. 'know th–thaat? even better, all mine."

he thinks out loud, and he knows you heard him. he's gonna make sure you know you're perfect—maybe not for the rest of the world, but perfect, for him, and him alone.

note: hope you liked this :3 i love taking requests send me more guys :x

[lsunstreakerl]

very quietly offering some more scrapbook max, featuring GP, early office mornings, and electrified bodies of water.

Max jolts awake, air popping softly around him. His heart is thundering in his chest, and his hands hurt, a dull ache that runs up his shoulders and into his neck. He's sweating, itchy and uncomfortable as he slips out of bed. Showering when he's feeling volatile is a bad idea, so-

------

Max flicks on the lights to the pool.

It smells strongly of chlorine, lights flickering near the other end of the room, the faint buzz of the fluorescent bulbs. He flips the sign outside the door to read from unoccupied to occupied: hazard, tugging his sweatshirt off. It's two in the morning, and the campus had been quiet as he walked to the pool, dewy grass soft under his feet.

There's an itch under his skin, and he's been in motion nonstop since he woke up, drumming his fingers, shaking his leg, chewing at his lip.

Socks off, folded neatly next to his shoes, leaving him just in his black swim trunks, rubbing briefly at his arms. The silvery scars are making their way to his shoulders, winding up his arms, a map of his nerves visible under his skin.

Esteban can heal him over and over again, but the scars remain, evidence of every boundary pushed, every time Max has flashed out. He doesn't like looking at them.

He sits on the lip of the pool, legs dangling in the water before he drops in entirely, eyes shut as he sinks.

It's nice, floating underwater like this. The snapping has subsided, tiny little charges that Max only registers with a dull notice, faint through the water.

He blows out a stream of bubbles, pushing back up to the surface to breathe.

There's no visual indicator that he's electrifying the water, but he can feel it at the edges of his senses, drifting just out of reach.

He floats on his back, taking deep, slow breaths, trying to focus on feeling- feeling each inhale and exhale of his lungs, feeling his movements from his fingers to his toes.

It's a stupid exercise from GP, but it had been Daniel who'd suggested trying it in the old facility pool, unused by students now that the aquatics center is open.

Max pushes into an absentminded backstroke, because if he's here he might as well try and get something out of it, beyond relieving the persistent buildup of charge under his skin. At least if he's swimming he can pretend it's a workout.

He loses himself in it, swimming from one end of the room to the other, twisting and pushing off with his feet against the wall. It's repetitive, soothing, easy. There's no questions like this, about him, his choices, what he's doing here.

It's just Max and the water.

------

Max is taking a break, floating on his back again when he hears the door buzz. It's the faculty badge overriding the hazard warning, but before he can think to warn them-

Everything is quiet.

He doesn't have anything to compare the feeling to, the way it makes the world fall into silence around him, muted the buzzing and the snapping that always exists at the edge of Max, a constant awareness in his life.

The pool falls quiet around him, no more soft pops in the water. It's the feeling he'd come to the pool to mimic, even if water can only silence things to a substandard capacity, but now...

Max can't feel any of it. He blinks, meeting GP's eyes where he's standing near the edge of the pool, soft sweater tucked into his slacks.

"It's four in the morning, Max."

Max sighs, pushing off to grip the edge of the concrete ledge, looking up as GP crouches near him, equal parts softly chastising and concerned.

He reaches a hand up to push his wet hair back, mouth pressed into a frown.

"The build-up was bad."

GP mimics his frown, eyes scanning Max's face, watching him float in the water.

"You can't sleep, you mean."

Max bristles.

"I mean that I did not want to short out the building or accidentally electrocute my roommate."

The world gets more muffled around him, even the buzzing of the lights fading from Max's ears, a sensation that would be oppressive from anyone else but GP.

"I'm not trying to attack you, Max. I'm just trying to figure it out. You know you can always call me, if it's bad?"

Max knows. He's never done it- bad enough that GP is partially responsible for him, stuck his neck on the line when Daniel brought him back to the academy, he's certainly not going to make it any worse by bothering him at two in the morning.

He props himself up on the side of the pool, resting his chin on his folded forearms. His eyes are drifting shut, the way they usually do when GP is projecting a field. He's just so tired all the time, and GP makes it quiet enough for him to sleep. Really sleep.

GP makes a low noise, resting a hand on top of Max's wet hair.

"Come on, Max. No sleeping in the pool- you can use the couch in my office."

Max sighs, put out, before hauling himself out of the water, taking the towel GP hands to him. It's warm, and he realizes it must have been set on top of the radiator when GP walked in.

He scrubs it across his hair, fighting sleep already as he steps into the locker room, stealing a pair of shorts from Daniel's locker and throwing his sweatshirt back on.

GP is waiting by the doorway when Max steps back out, and they walk to the academy building in silence. Max knows the walk to GP's office well- he's only voluntarily made it a few times, but there's been countless nights where he'd thought about it, mentally tracing the route he would take until he eventually fell back asleep.

The sign on the door reads G. Lambiase, and Max beelines for the leather couch inside by the bookshelves. GP opens a cabinet, pulling out a stack of blankets- real blankets- and setting them on the arm of the couch.

Max is halfway through snuggling into the leather, buried under a soft quilt, when he narrows his eyes at GP, who's made his way behind his desk, booting up the monitor.

"...It is early, still."

The clock on the wall reads 04:27, far too early for most of the professors or admin to be starting their days.

GP flips open a binder, uncapping one of his stupidly fancy fountain pens.

"Says you."

Max makes a face. If GP wants to work before the sun is up, that's his own prerogative. Max is going to take advantage of the euphoric silence surrounding him, dropping his head back down onto the pillow, giving into the heaviness of the environment around him, pushing him into sleep.

He vaguely registers the quilt being pulled up closer around him, a blanket laid over it, a soft pressure to the top of his hair.

Anything after that is a mystery to him.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Helping Hand 15

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of divorce, manipulation, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: Jonathan Pine, 40s reader

Part of the Bookstore AU

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

"That sling is going to be your best friend." Clara, the physical therapist steps back to take you in for what must be the dozenth time.

For the last hour, she's had you do what you can. It still isn't much but several times, she needed to steady you. Right then, she has to help you sit so your leg doesn't collapse.

"And that hip. You're having quite the streak of bad luck," she says.

"Pushing herself too much," Jonathan appears in the archway. "She cannot help herself. Wants to do it all herself."

"Well, I suggest that you slow down. Seems you have good help around here," Clara lifts her bag onto her shoulder. "We've enabled your access to the clinic's portal. The exercises I've shown you today are there."

"Right, thanks," you utter quietly. "I appreciate it."

"And if you have any question, Jonathan has my number."

"Okay," you pick at the edge of the sling around your wrist.

"Well, I'll let you get some rest. Remember. Slow. Don't let those painkillers fool you," she smiles. "Jonathan."

She nods at your keep and he walks her out. That eerie feeling winds tighter around your neck. He couldn't even take you to the clinic. No, he insisted on the home visit. You shudder and stare at the wall.

"I thought that since you are to be laid up," Jonathan slithers as he enters behind you. "It would be a fine time to catch up on you're reading."

He puts a stack of books on the end table near the arm of the couch. You stare at the spines. They remind you of the store. How does it feel so long ago?

"Let's get you comfortable," he moves closer and adjusts pillows for you to lean on. "Well, darling, shall I make a recommendation."

You close your eyes. "I don't want to read."

He exhales and clucks. You sense him moving but don't look. You keep hoping this is just a nightmare.

He grabs your legs gently and pulls them up. You open your eyes as he sits and drapes them over his lap. You go slack, the tension in your shoulder and hip at the cusp of unbearable.

"Very well," he turns the book over in his hand. "I shall read to you as you rest."

He clears his throat and flips back the cover. You sink into the pillows and watch the ceiling. His dulcet tone rises in narration. He has the sort of voice that could be on TV.

He weaves through the prologue without stutter or stumble. His intonation draws you out of your reluctance, your mind clinging to the building plot. You're only drawn from the intrigue by the tickle along your foot.

You peek down. Jonathan cradles the book in one hand. His other is by your foot. He flutters his fingertips up your arch and you twitch.

He clasps around your foot and squeezes, still reading without pause. His meaning is clear. Stay. He already knows you can't go anywhere. He's made sure of it.

He eases his grip and curls his thumb, pressing his knuckle along your arch. You stiffen then let the tension go. He drags his knuckle and the muscle eases. Oof.

You wiggle your toes. The sensation is overwhelmingly soothing. His warmth, his firmness, his tenderness. He's diligent but delicate. You never knew such a simple act could be so good.

You moan. Shame burns in your cheeks but you can't hold it back. It's like he's slowly untangling a lifetime of weight in your foot alone.

He continues to work expertly and switches to your other foot. You close your eyes as his voice and touch lulls you. Your stomach storms. You shouldn't enjoy it as much as you do. You shouldn't let him keep doing all this

His timbre rolls into a low hum. You wake in silence. In the bed. The windows are dimming as the evening sets in.

You're dizzy. Those pills are too strong. You sit up and rub your arm through the sling. Strong but better than the agony.

Your stomach rolls over and grumbles noisily. You're hungry. The aroma drifting in doesn't help either.

As if he can sense your every move, Jonathan appears in the open doorway. He grins as he crosses the room. He's dressed nicely, not that he ever isn't. Yet there is a particular effort put into his violet shirt and black slacks that strikes you. He crosses the room and gently caresses your cheek.

"Let's get you ready for dinner."

You blink. What does he mean?

He gently lifts you and moves you to the cushioned chair at the desk. It's then you notice the mirror set up that wasn't there before. And there's a neatly organized tray of cosmetics, and hair tools and accessories.

He tends to your hair first. Twisting and clipping. You sit, confused and dazed, still dredging through the narcotic haze.

Then he cleanses your face with a cool wipe. He lets it dry before he moisturizes. His hands are deft but soft. How does he know to do all this?

He doesn't plaster you in it. A touch of mascara and some gloss. You shake your head as the strangeness of the situation sinks in.

He stands as you glance at your reflection. You look pretty good. For someone who feels like death.

He returns with a dress in hand. A layer of sheer black over a grey blue silk sheath. It's beautiful.

He undresses you, removing the sling to get your shirt off, then helping you stand to get your pants down. He helps you into lacy black panties and bra. You shiver in horror beneath the numbness of the painkillers.

He gets the dress on and helps you back into your sling. He stands you up with his arm around your back and he guides you to the full-length mirror in the corner.

"See what I will do for you, darling," he smiles at your reflection. "I can make you whole again."

[ros3ybabe]

March 29, 2025 🎀

Last night, I was decently productive to the point where I was actually proud of what I was able to accomplish. It was a nice feeling. I'm still grappling with the thoughts of what to do in regards to continuing my education, if I go the community college (Medical Assisting) route or continue with my university (Nutrition and Dietetics), despite the possible financial issues I'll be facing.

What I Accomplished Yesterday (March 28th) ✨️

did a hydrating face mask (it was amazing)

washed and put away a load of laundry

paid my rent

wrote out some chapter 8 notes + chapter 8 vocabulary notes for health and exercise psychology

wrote out a solid chunk of my chapter 9 notes for exercise physiology (need to finish chapter 9 and start chapter 10 asap, but that's what I get for being 2 chapters behind)

journaled about some stuff going on in my head (mostly the continuing education stuff that's been plaguing my thoughts)

studied/did schoolwork for a total of 122 minutes

looked at potential classes I could take + other options for switching to the community college here in town

Yesterday was definitely a decent day in terms of stuff I was able to get done, but I also know I slacked off A LOT. More than I am comfortable with having slacked off. I'm slowly getting back into my school grind mindset, especially with the semester coming to an end soon. I really want to get my grades back up where I need them to be and end the semester on a high note, with a good GPA and a sense of pride in knowing I tried.

Todo Today (March 29th) 🌷

work on (and finish) chapter 9 notes for exercise physiology ✏️

begin chapter 10 notes for exercise physiology ✏️

complete assignment chapter 9.1 for exercise physiology 💻

complete assignment chapter 9.2 for exercise physiology 💻

order necessities from the store 🧻

work 9am to 3pm ☕️

daily journaling 📖

read 1 chapter of Attached 📚

wash dishes 🫧 (the sink is full, and I don't like it)

tidy up around my bedroom 🧹

night time skincare + shower 🚿

make my to-do list for tomorrow ✨️

My goal is to get all of this done today, and I have a strong feeling I'll be successful as long as I keep my head in the game and remember that I have priorities and things need to get done. If I don't do the things, then the things don't get done, and I can't have that.

🎶 Song of the Day: Is This Love - XG

👑 Quote of the Day: What if it all works out?

til next time lovelies 🩷

[taintandviolent]

8 from the smutty one liners. :)

“I never imagined you to be so sensitive, but I love it.” with Max Cooperman? (I just KNOW that man is sensitive as hell)

warnings: handjobs, mentions of erections and blowjobs. a/n: I love how, without fail, someone will request Max Cooperman when I ask for requests. it warms my heart, cos there's something very wrong with me but I really love writing this big horny dork. banner by @/strangergraphics!

Max hisses hard through clenched teeth, his body lurching forward to meet yours. "Sh-shit!"

A wry smile curves around your lips; you've only just touched him - with a single finger - through his plaid boxers. He's predicatably hard underneath them, and the buzzing contact has him reeling. Literally. You can't help but chuckle at his extreme reaction, watching as his body jerks and trembles with the very insignificant touches.

“I never imagined you to be so sensitive, but I love it.”

"Fuck," he groans. "You're touchin' my dick, what do you expect me to do?"

"I don't know, exercise a little restraint, maybe? You're acting like a virgin."

Max does his best to frown, but the way your index finger is are stroking up and down, passing over the underside, over the ridge of his head has his face contorting into another expression. It's almost pained, and sweat is accumulating at his hairline. "You said you loved it, though..."

Oh, you do love it. So much. You smile, nodding, and grip his cock through the fabric, which is warm to the touch, heated from his raging erection inside. A small wet spot is forming just underneath the waistband, and you rub your thumb over it, smearing the precum through the fibers.

At that sensation, Max lets out a high-pitched whine and thrusts his hips up, gripping the edge of the mattress tight. "Fuck, fuck, fuck... do that again."

"I'll do you one better..." You pinch the elastic of his boxers and pull them down, hitching them underneath his balls. His boner bobs in front of you, angry and red and desperately wanting relief. You grip it again, skin on skin and stroke him slowly, angling it towards your face. You think about kissing the tip, but that just might kill him.

"HuUUH! Fuck, oh my god!"

His cock twitches hard in your grip as Max tightens up, clenching every muscle in his body, and lets out another plantaitive little whimper. Restraint isn't in his vocabulary, you're learning, because he's completely open and honest about how he's feeling. The muscles in his abdomen are flexing with every pass of your hand, quivering underneath the skin as he fights to keep control of himself.

"You like that, baby?"

He nods his head furiously, fluffy locks bouncing on his head. "Uh-huh... uh-huh... fuck, oh my god..."

"Can I suck your dick, Max? I wanna' taste it..." Max looks down at you, between his legs. His face is flushed, his jaw hangs slack, and he looks like he's going to pass out. You let out another giggle, and grip the base of his cock. It twitches again, and he bucks his hips up into your fist.

"I... I don't know how long I'll last..."

"Not long, I bet."

[sonic-takeover]

What's taking Eggman so long to fix Metal? Come on you lazy egg, you know your son has gotta hate being stuck to a table for days!

Technically it's only been like a day and a half. Maybe two days. Time in this whole thing is based on plot, so it isn't always consistent. Give a guy some slack! Besides, he's basically done. I'm just finishing up making his new faceplate.

*Metal is off the table now, finally. The right side of his upper body is shiny and new. He's rolling his new shoulder and moving his arm around to test it. Amy is helping him try some physical therapy exercises that he probably doesn't need. He's doing them anyway* Thank you, Amy.

Of course! Here, stretch this way.. careful. *She helps him "stretch" his new arm. He's watching her. She looks up and meets his gaze, blushing a little when she catches him staring* You.. You look good. Like your arm seems okay.

Thank you. *He lowers his arm, turning to face her. The right side of his face is still open, his internal circuits and wires exposed* You look good as well. I apologize for my appearance.

*She shakes her head, taking his hands* Nope! You're very handsome. Besides, I like seeing how your mind works, hehe~! *She gently kisses him*

.... Unfortunately, I will need to cover my mind for safety.

Honey.. I'm being silly. It's okay. I'm glad you're getting repairs done. But I love you regardless of what you look like.

..... *He pulls her into his arms, hugging her to his chest* I love you as well. Regardless.

Oh boy, not this again... Your face will be done in half an hour. You're free to roam the lair, but don't go anywhere else. I can't risk you needing more extensive repairs.

*They're already out the door before he's finished talking, holding hands as they run off*

[cloverthebarbearian]

I am here to feed the Rugan community to the very best of my ability 😌❤️ she's a long list fella's so get comfy

Masterlist of Rugan HCs (NSFW under cut)

Rugan on the Road

With the Zhentarim

He's incredibly bossy while never doing much hands on work himself

He's always trying to find shortcuts to getting a job done quick and easy

Constantly pulling 'we're a team here we're family c'mon now' if his crew starts bickering

Empty promises of promotions or good words put in for low ranking recruits if they do extra work for him

But if you ACTUALLY manage to impress him though? He will show favoritism and not even try to hide it

Doesn't care much for following orders if he can get more from a better deal, but has been getting sloppier about hiding his schemes with age (girl why did you offer to split profits on a smuggling job with a complete stranger for real)

Big drinker, heavy sleeper, still somehow the first to wake up every morning

Also the first one to duck during a battle if he finds an opening

First one to act like 'we sure showed them! By working together. As a team.' When the fights been won

As much as he loves to slack off and take shortcuts, you'll never catch him complaining about the 'little' things. Low rations? Not hungry. Long journey? We need the exercise. Small crew? Good for stealth, travel light.

Even though he's a selfish asshole, he has a really charming demeanor and good enough attitude during the shittiest of situations that most people find themselves enjoying the journey with him by the end of the day

With Tav's Party

(Let's say after you've saved him from being near beat to death for finally getting caught scamming the Zhents, you convince him to let you escort him to Baldur's Gate just to make sure he doesn't get jumped again and fucking Die)

The man is SO flirty. He can't stop flirting. Depends on if Tav is into it or not will drastically change how he comes onto them, but note its not JUST Tav hes flirting with. He's got eyes on practically everyone. (Except Laezel. He tried, once. She threatened to kill him) No one knows if hes serious or if its just his personality but the man can't stop flirting.

At first, he puts in some work. Wanting to put in a little effort to carry his own weight and not be a burden, though Tav insists on him resting after the ordeal

But it doesn't take long for him to milk the mothering. His injuries suddenly become too distractingly painful. Even though Shadowheart absolutely mended that broken rib two nights prior. He insists the bruising is still pretty serious. He needs to save his strength for travel.

The entire party gets pretty sick of his BS after a while, but its not enough to kick him out or anything

Phrases like 'shut up rugan' or 'fuck off rugan' become campsite mottos

Once you all get to Baldur's Gate, its a funny, bittersweet dynamic of everyone saying they're releaved he's finally leaving, but reluctant to say goodbye

The first night without him is unusually quiet without his drunken campfire stories and earth shakingly loud snores

Rugan as a Mentor

No ulterior motives in the sense that, he only ever recruits people he also finds attract. A bias he refuses to outright acknowledge ('I have an eye for talent! Not my fault the talents also a looker 😏') so he would recruit Tav with every intention of possibly bedding them. The motives are not ulterior. They are perfectly apparent.

Similar to in game canon, he'd recruit them by trying to come to some sort of sale arrangement. Though lets say instead of selling the chest to split profits for themselves, he convinces Tav that rescuing him would surely warrant a reward back at their base, which would in turn lead to more jobs, which would lead to more money for them

Always insists on training his personal recruitments himself (for the non-ulterior ulterior motives)

Is FULLY the type of coach who has to insist their stance is all wrong so he can stand intimately behind them and guide their limbs to the proper position

He's got his cheek pressed to their's, gruff voice low, talk'm'bout 'You're far too tense, Sweetheart. You really need to relax those shoulders and widen your stance, like this...'

He's entirely aware of what he's doing and makes Zero effort to be subtle about it

General Rugan HCs

SFW

Drinks a lot but holds it well

Getting him truly drunk is VERY funny and usually ends up with him gushing about how much he cares about his friends, his guild mates, stuff he'd never be caught dead saying sober, and will insist he never said drunk either

Has 101 stories of his decades running jobs on the road, most of which you're certain are entirely made up... Until you meet an old business partner of his one day, who can corroborate the tale

For such an experienced merc/trader, surprisingly light on battle scars

Very, VERY ready for retirement. May have even been getting sloppy with his scams on purpose in the hopes of being kicked from the zhents all along...

NSFW

The man fucks. The man FUCKS. Rough and sloppy and hard and like its the last romp he'll ever have every single time.

Will always make sure his partner finishes, typically more than once

Likes to choke his partners

Likes to cum on their face

*Gasp*! Oh noooo, we can't find/afford a room to rent for the night. I guess I'm just gonna have to take you right here in this ally by the bar 🤷🏼‍♂️ but you better be quiet, unless you want to get caught...

Big into dirty talk and will practically narrate his plans for the evening as he acts on them

Has the stamina to last hours and prefers to take his time but still always down for a quickie where he can get it

Sorry everyone, but the idea of aftercare is lost on him. When you're both finally spent he's literally tossing you a damp rag while he steps out to smoke a Fantasy Cigarette

Cuddles in his sleep, and doesn't even know this about himself. But you will wake up in a near-suffocating bearhug if you fall asleep together

[psychicreadsgirl]

August 2024 - December 2024: Pick a Pile Reading

Pick one of the piles below. Pick the one that calls to you most. If two piles resonate with you a lot, then you can take a look at the 2 piles. Remember to clear your mind before picking!

Pile #1

Leaving behind the past is the theme of this period for you. You will be saying good-bye to toxicity, including an environment or people. You could perhaps be embarking on a new adventure, possibly travelling abroad, starting a new position/work/school, or even moving to a different neighbourhood or city or country.

You will cut a lot of ties with people. You will also likely form connections and build new friendships during this period. You also have chances of starting a new romance too.

You will lose touch with those that haven't been meaning well to you. That can also cause some backlash for you. There may be rumors about you that are negative but in time the truth will prevail. You may also feel wronged during this time, but as time passes, this won't matter to you anymore and people will see the truth. It's best not to think so much at this time.

Pile #2

You have doubts about some people around you. You feel like you have some backstabbers and you are probably right. During this time you might feel overwhelmed with your job/school/life in general. You will experience a lot of responsibilities during this time and you likely can only trust yourself.

You will feel particularly uncertain about the future during this period. You will likely question whether you made the right choice or even fall into a depressive state. Regardless, you will need to know that sometimes uncertainty is not bad. Some things are out of your control and you know it. You will have to make do with what you have, with the tools in your kit.

You will need to gain more confidence during this period. To do that, you can hone your skills. You can also think of things that you are good at and remind yourself that you're fine.

Pile #3

You are in a waiting period. You seem to be waiting for something to happen or are waiting for some results, perhaps whether you've passed an exam or gotten a promotion. You could even be waiting to reunite with your partner or waiting for an answer to your feelings for some crush.

During this time, you may feel rather bored or tired of your current life. You seem to feel like you can't escape your current situation or move forward. However, this wait is necessary. Sometimes life is like a marathon and you have to push through until you get an answer.

You should continue to work on yourself, including your health. If you are exercising, please make sure to do it in moderation or else you will get hurt.

Pile #4

You and your partner (if you have one) will likely get into some arguments during this period. Most of these arguments will come from misunderstandings so communication is a big must. If you do not have a partner, then you will likely feel misunderstood a lot during this period. You can also get into some arguments with your family. Sometimes it's good to take a step back and cool down.

You will, however, receive some good news in terms of your career/school. If you have been working hard, you will receive the fruits of your labor. If you have been slacking, you will still coast through but not succeed so much. You might be given a promotion or an important project at work. If you're a student, you might get a position at club you wanted, some part-time job/research position, a good grade etc.

Pile #5

You will likely meet someone unexpected during this time. Perhaps this is some reunion. However, you will probably form a new connection that's surprising to you. It may be a lasting friendship that will come for a while or you get reunited with a long lost friend/family member. The meeting will also come rather unexpectedly, probably when you're not looking your best.

You will also have improvements in your health. It could be improvements in your mental/physical health or both. You will also probably be able to continue to lead a more healthy lifestyle and will find ways to manage your stress levels.

During this period you also may become rather busy unexpectedly. This seems to be a period where odd/unexpected things can happen in your life. This can also include learning about bizarre things around you.

Pile #6

You're likely to go through some breakup or some heartbreak during this period. This is a time for you to reflect on yourself and to recharge. You'll feel rather weak during this time and you will need a lot of support from others.

If you do not experience a breakup, you're likely to lose something in your life. It could be death related like with a family/friend or it could be like losing your job or failing school etc or getting ill.

Things from the past may resurface, so if you had done something bad in the past and wasn't criticized for it/caught for it, then this is the time where you'll be judged for your past actions.

You may feel like life is very unfair at this time, but everyone goes through ups and downs. This is more of a down period for you unfortunately. However if you didn't do anything bad in the past, then there'd be nothing to be judged about.

[amazingmsme]

A Little Closer

AN: a day late, but I’m trying to catch up. Decided last minute to change today’s yesterday’s prompt cause I’m desperate for more boz content! Just some wholesome father son bonding because we were honestly robbed. Hope y’all enjoy!

Zeus was anxious for what lay ahead. He had no doubt that his son was a capable fighter; he'd proven himself as such time and time again. But what they were going up against scared even him. Yet, what he was most afraid of, was losing his son before he had the chance to know him. Really know him.

And so he pushed him, probably harder than he should have, if he were being honest. He wasn't blind to Heron's fury, nor his contempt towards him, but Zeus couldn't bring himself care about that. Not now. Not when Heron's life was on the line.

He could sense his son's growing frustrations. A losing streak on the training field never felt good, but it was especially anxiety inducing when you're painfully aware of an important battle looming on the horizon.

Heron needed a break to rest his body and clear his mind. He'll improve drastically after a nap and a quick bite to eat, but his helpful suggestions went ignored. Zeus knew he was tired- exhausted even. He remembered back when Athena and Ares would train like this. He smiled at the fond memory. The only way to get them to stop had been...

Zeus looked down at Heron on the field, teeth clenched in a mixture of determination and pain. When he closed his eyes, he saw Heron relaxed; shoulders slack with a warm, genuine smile.

Zeus didn't want Heron's only fond memories of him to be ssssswhen he was disguised.

"Heron, why don't you come here for a second? I think I know something that might help," he called out, hiding his mischief behind a sliver of truth.

"Okay, what is it?" he asked as he approached.

"I can't just tell you! You gotta come here," Zeus instructed. Heron rolled his eyes, but complied.

“This better be good.”

"It is, I promise. Ares and Athena themselves trained using this very method." He noticed the way Heron perked up as he spoke. "It's something I taught them, and hope to teach you now."

"Really?" Heron tried to mask his excitement before doubt crept in. "But... what if I'm not as good as they are?"

"Nonsense, you're a natural!" he encouraged by slinging an arm around his shoulders, jostling him playfully. "Just do what I say, alright?" He nodded, waiting expectantly.

“Alright now, close your eyes,” he instructed, and Heron did so. “Good. Take a deep breath in and hold it. Reach your arms toward the sun, really feel the stretch,” he advised, slowly walking around behind him.

“Can I breathe now?” Heron asked, voice strained.

“Oh! Yes, you can breathe,” he chuckled, patting him on the shoulder. “Slowly exhale, and release all the tension in your body.”

“What’s the point of this, exactly?” Heron questioned, clearly annoyed and skeptical of the seemingly pointless exercise.

“The point is to learn to relax and ground yourself,” he said gently.

“How the hell am I supposed to do that? I’m nowhere near ready, and I’m sorry, but breathing and stretching isn’t gonna stop the giants!” he yelled, and Zeus could hear the underlying panic lacing his voice. He sighed, subconsciously agreeing with him.

“You don’t think I know that? Heron, I just want you to take care of yourself. Listen to your body and take a break when you need to.”

“I don’t need a break,” he insisted, fixing him with a harsh glare. Zeus only smiled with a wistful sigh.

“That’s what Ares and Athena used to say. And you wanna know what I told them?”

“What?”

“Come a little closer, and I’ll tell you. It’s a secret.” Heron shook his head, but did as he was told. “Little closer.” He rolled his eyes, taking another step to close the gap. Zeus threw a large arm around his smaller frame, leaning down to whisper in his ear.

Heron swore he wasn’t even saying real words. Heron scrunched his face as he tried to listen, cupping his ear as he leaned in. “Huh?”

“Gotcha!”

Heron screamed in shock when he felt himself lift off the ground in a crushing hug. He felt fingers dig into his sides and he bit back a giggly yelp.

“You and your siblings are all the same. Too stubborn to take a break unless someone makes you,” he teased, flashing a bright smile. Heron couldn’t bear to look and turned away, desperate to hide his own giddy grin.

“Y-you trihihicked mehehe!”

“I did no such thing! I really did used to do this with Athena and Ares!”

“You sahahaid ihit would hehehelp!” he cried, weakly shoving against the arms wrapped around his waist.

“Laughter always helps!” he reasoned as he scratched up his ribs, earning a snort. “Heh, sounds like you inherited your old man’s laugh,” he reached up to ruffle his hair. A dark blush spread across Heron’s cheeks as he struggled in his hold.

His hands crawled higher and a loud shriek filled the air as Heron thrashed around in his grip. “Noho! Not thehehere, plehehease!” he begged through bubbly giggles, holding one hand at bay with both of his. Zeus attacked his other side and he immediately crumbled, allowing the other hand to reach its target.

“Not where? Oh, you mean here?” he asked, feigning ignorance as he shoved his hands under his arms. Heron howled with laughter, pressing his arms against his sides and kicking the air uselessly. “Yeah, that does seem like a bad spot,” he mused, deciding to make matters worse and drill his thumbs in his hollows, drawing slow circles.

Heron was wheezing and cackling, using one hand to muffle his voice and the other to fend off the invading hands.

“Knohohock ihit ohohoff alreadyyy!” he whined, kicking in time with his giggles. Zeus couldn’t imagine a cuter sight.

“I suppose I could…” he trailed off in thought, drumming his fingers against Heron’s sides to keep him squirming. “If you promise to take a break from training. Just for a few hours to let yourself rest, then you can get right back to it,” he bargained. And, well, Heron wasn’t really in a position to negotiate.

“Fihihine! I’ll tahahake aha stupid break!” he cried out through his hysterics. Zeus wore a proud smirk, vibrating a clawed hand over his belly, allowing just the smallest amount of electricity to flow through his fingertips as he did so. Heron threw his head back, cackling wildly as he curled into a protective, twitchy ball of nerves.

“There, was that so hard?”

True to his word, Zeus relented after that. He set him back on the ground once he was sure Heron had found his footing, ruffling his hair one last time. Heron huffed out a residual chuckle and smacked the hand away, light enough to let him know he didn’t really mind.

“Well, you didn’t make it easy, that’s for sure,” he sassed, not bothering to hide the lingering smile still gracing his features.

“Ha! Only because I know you can take it,” he joked, punching his son in the shoulder before pulling him into a side hug, shaking him lightly.

“How thoughtful,” he teased back, feeling more relaxed.

Zeus wore a soft, fond expression. “Get some rest son. You’ve earned it.” Heron stood a little taller, his smile more authentic.

“Thanks, I will… Dad.”

Every day, the looming battle grew a little closer. But so did they.