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csuitebitches · 7 months

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How to Wake Up Early

I always wanted to be one of those girls who would wake up early, go for a run and be super productive with their mornings. The issue is - i really love sleep. Every time i would start a routine, i would eventually fail. I would wake up to turn the alarm off, think to myself “5 mins more” and boom- it’s suddenly 8:30 am and i need to leave for work in less than 1 hour.

Two videos on YouTube really changed my mind. One was Andrew Huberman’s, and the other was Jihyo, a k-pop star.

I came across Andrew Huberman’s video about dopamine, and somehow, it helped me to understand why the difficulty waking up early is so important. Now I’m no expert of neuroscience, but let me explain to the best of my abilities.

Dopamine is essentially the build up to the reward; it is not the reward. It is the satisfaction and happiness you feel (when your body releases), after you have achieved something that was painful/ required you to struggle a bit. In order to receive this reward, you have to feel pain, because pain and satisfaction are directly related to each other. Satisfaction without pain is useless and does nothing for you essentially.

That got me wondering: for me, waking up early is difficult. It’s painful. I dont want to do it. But if I do it, its my first win of the day. It’s the first challenge I have overcome of that day, and I always do feel amazing after. The dopamine release after the struggle of waking up and winning the battle of not going back to sleep is definitely there. I feel more confident because a) I have done the “right” thing b) selfishly, i can do something so simple that a lot of people struggle with c) it weirdly makes me feel more confident and like I’m doing the first step of being an adult right.

Jihyo’s video was quite random - she did some show where it shows her daily life when she’s not working. Parts of it made me feel like she’s unable to just relax with herself (probably because her body and mind are so used to chaos, performing, her girl group living together for so many years) so she busies herself a lot. I took the positives from the video; she’s extremely disciplined which I admired, she gets her chores done, she’s good at ensuring that her space is truly her space.

So I decided to build a relatively foolproof routine; but mind you, it does require quite a bit of willpower.

I’ve developed a habit of waking of waking up at 5 am. I head straight for a 30-45 minute meditation and then at least an hour long workout. I stack my habits that way; right after meditation, I put on my running shoes. I used to really struggle with waking up, even if I had to wake up late. This is the strategy that worked me, see if it works for you.

1. Reset your space the night before

This makes you feel less stressed in the morning and also genuinely makes you feel like you have your shit together. Put your clothes away, keep your bag in its place, clean up your desk, reorganise your make up and skin care products. You’re going to go to sleep and wake up to a clean space.

Make sure you define both your bedtime and wake up time. My bedtime is 9:30 pm - so i manage my chores, reading, dinner, everything around that.

2. Early dinner

I’ve noticed that early dinners help me sleep better. I’ve built the habit of casually walking for 25-30 minutes post dinner (not right after eating, after about 15 mins). I’m not walking fast to a point where I’m sweating and puffing, I’m casually strolling outside. During this time, I don’t listen to music, interact with anyone or my phone. I use this time to connect with myself and think about whatever I feel like.

3. No devices before sleeping

I don’t want to stimulate myself before sleeping, so I prefer reading before bed. If you don’t like reading, you can instead do your skincare, maybe revise some physical study notes, etc.

4. Using Alarmy app

This app is torture and I swear by it. This little thing makes you a solve a challenge of your choice in order to make the alarm stop, like math problems, puzzles, etc. I chose 5 math problems.

5. Keep your phone across the room

Don’t charge it near your reach. Keep it as away from you as possible.

6. Stand for two minutes after shutting off the alarm

Don’t allow yourself to snooze, or go back to bed. This is the part that really requires you to tell yourself: “i am not going back to sleep. I’m going to wake up and do the things I have to do for my own benefit.” Remember - the states of heaven and hell are not outside of you, they’re inside you. They are mental states. You have to fight with your lazy demon and tell him/her/whoever that NO; we are NOT going back to bed.

I charge my phone across the room so that forces me to walk first thing in the morning. To stop myself from going back to sleep, after i have shut the alarm off, i just stand for 2 minutes. I dont sit, or go back to bed. I stand and tell myself, we’re doing this. We’re going to wake up and have an amazing day.

Your mind is like a child with tantrums and mood swings. Your rational self has to discipline your mind the way a parent would to a child.

7. Turn a small light on

Not something that is jarring or overwhelming, but enough to help you start waking up. I turn my phone’s flashlight on and keep it on my desk.

8. Be consistent, even on weekends

The biggest mistake you can make is not being consistent. Your body doesnt recognise weekends, your mind does. Your body doesn’t know that tomorrow is Monday, so its time to wake up early. By staying consistent (yes, I wake up at 5 am on weekends too), it allows my body to develop its own body clock and not wrecking the system I’ve kept in place.

What do I do if I have a late night?

It really depends. Let’s say I come home relatively early (+2 hours around my bedtime) around 11 pm, and im in bed by 11:30. I’ll wake up somewhere close to 5 am, like 6 am instead. The next day I ensure I’m in bed by the bedtime I’ve kept for myself and wake up at 5 am again.

If I come home really late, like 3 am - i keep my alarm exactly 8 hours from that time. I need to get sleep, but oversleeping is an issue and that wont allow me to wake up early the next day. I want to get enough sleep where im rested for the day, but not excessively. Unfortunately, sleeping so late would definitely mean that i wont be able to fall asleep at my dot 9:30 pm bedtime, but i turn the lights off and get ready to sleep by then anyway, and mentally prepare for my 5 am wake up call.

#c suite #powerful woman #strong women #ceo aesthetic #personal growth #that girl #productivity #q/a #getting your life together #balance #waking up early #neuroscience #Andrew Huberman’s #K-pop #jihyo

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daisies-daydreams · 11 months

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141 + König reaction to seeing you changing? Or walking out the communal shower

Pairing: 141 + König x Reader Category: Fluff/Semi-Smut (18+) Warnings: Nudity, Swearing, Sexual Themes Word Count: 900+

A/N: Hello hello! 😀 Thank you for your request. I hope you don't mind, but some of them are in a more domestic setting. I hope you enjoy!

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

Captain John Price

John rubbed his tired eyes, his body wracked with exhaustion. All he wanted to do was shower and slip into bed next to his beautiful wife. John yawned as he walked into the bedroom, and you just so happened to be changing just as he opened the door. You froze as the towel you were wearing fell to the floor.

“John,” you breathed, your face flushing. John felt something stir inside him as his eyes raked over your wet, luscious body. John grinned as he made his way over and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, his arms pulling you close to his body. Your eyes closed as you rested your lips against his, his hands wandering along the expanse of your back. Both of you gasped for air when he finally pulled back.

“Missed you so much, hun,” John beamed. You sighed and cupped his scruffy cheek.

“Missed you, too,” you cooed. He peppered your neck with kisses before tilting his head up.

“Why don’t we enjoy ourselves a little before we head to bed, yeah?” he husked into your ear.

John “Soap” MacTavish

Soap whistled as he walked down the hall, his headphones snug in his ears. He went out on his daily morning jog around the base when it suddenly started to pour. He bopped his head along to the beat of the song as he rounded the corner. He sighed as he opened the door to his quarters and slammed it shut behind him, distracted by the way his shirt clung to him.

“Ack, hate it when it’s pishing it doon,” he huffed. Soap raised his shirt above his head. He froze when his gaze met you. Your face lost all color as you stood in front of him-your pants and panties resting on the floor. Soap’s face quickly turned a deep shade of red as he covered his eyes, though made no effort to leave.

“GET OUT!” you shrieked as you threw a sock at him. It bounced off his body as he spun around, quickly making his way out of your room. Even though the blush persisted, Soap couldn’t help but notice how his cock began to throb in his pants. He swallowed thickly as he rushed towards his actual quarters...having to take care of a different problem.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Simon lowered the weights onto the rack, the muscles in his arms bulging from the intense workout. He wiped his forehead with a rag before heading towards the locker rooms.

“Let’s see-gotta head to the store after dinner, then go to the meeting…” he ran through his to-do list in his head, not paying attention to which locker room he was strolling into. The room was fairly empty, so he walked straight to his locker. He twirled the knob several times, frustration building inside him when it refused to unlock.

He scoffed and turned around, freezing when he came face to face with you. Your headphones coincidentally popped out just as he met your gaze. Your lips parted as a small squeak left them, a towel snugly wrapped around your body. Ghost felt heat rise to his cheeks as he turned on his heel.

“Sorry,” he muttered before shuffling out the door. Despite his composure, Ghost felt himself crumbling at the thought of being this close to seeing you naked.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Gaz threw his keys into a bowl resting on the table in the front room.

“Babe? I’m home!” he called as he set his pack next to the couch. He hummed when he was answered by silence. He walked down the hall, pushing the bedroom door open. You locked eyes with him as you shrugged your bra off of your shoulders. Heat rose up to his ears as he eyed your bare breasts.

“K-Ky,” you stammered as you crossed your arms over your tits. A wry grin stretched across Gaz’s face as he walked over to you. He cupped your face as he pulled you in for a kiss, his mouth hungrily tasting you. Your arms slipped away from your chest, your hands falling to his lower back.

Gaz nibbled on your bottom lip before pulling back, drinking in your entire body. You wiggled in his hold as he sucked on your neck, drawing a hickey over your pulse.

“Mind if I help you out with the rest?” his lips danced over your ear as his fingers played with the hem of your pants.

König

König blinked a few times, drifting in and out of sleep as he rested his cheek against his hand. The debriefing took longer than expected, the Captain’s voice droning on and on without pause. The giant man stretched and sighed in relief once it was finally over. He padded down the hall, his mind fuzzy with exhaustion. König slipped into his room, grabbing a fresh pair of clothes and a towel before heading to the communal showers. He stripped himself of his clothes and pulled back the curtains. He grunted when someone much smaller than him bumped into his rugged body.

“Tschuldigung*,” König mumbled. His throat tightened when saw you staring up at him with wide eyes, your body completely wet and stark naked. He felt his entire body stiffen as you pulled the shower curtain against yourself. [*Translation: Sorry]

That’s when König realized-he wasn’t wearing his mask. He gasped and covered his face, not realizing there was another area that he would potentially wish to conceal. He scrambled around, nearly slipping on the tiled floor as he spun towards the wall. He cracked his fingers apart, only to see you again.

"S-Sorry!" he stumbled over the word as he quickly searched for his pile of fresh clothes. He rushed back to his quarters with the towel wrapped around his hips. König ran his hands down his face as embarrassment and something else stirred inside of him.

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Thank you for reading! ❤️

Tags: @tr4psta @notthatfanfictionwriter

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malusokay · 1 year

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How to be like Song Ji-a

Hey babes! I’m so excited to start my little “it-girls series”, of course, starting with no other than my favourite girly, Song Ji-a. She has it all: beauty, style, and confidence. In this post, I’ll show you how to embody her energy, break down the key elements of her style, summarise some of her best advice, and give you all the details on how to be a bit more like her. <3

Ji-a’s energy:

Confidence is key: Ji-a exudes confidence no matter what she’s wearing or doing. Take some inspo from her and start by showing yourself some extra self-love to build your confidence! :)

Be true to yourself: Ji-a never tries to fit into someone else’s mould, and neither should you! Embrace your unique style and show off your personality through your beauty and fashion choices.

Take care of your body: Ji-a is all about that healthy lifestyle, so hit the gym, try a new workout, and fuel your body with nutritious food to boost your energy and confidence. You can also motivate yourself by buying cute matching workout sets!! <3

Stay on-trend: Ji-a’s always ahead of the fashion curve, and we’re here for it. Keep an eye out for the latest fashion and beauty trends, and don’t be afraid to experiment with different looks to find your signature style. <3

Ji-a’s style:

Simple but chic outfits: Ji-a rocks effortless, minimalist looks with a twist. Get inspired by her style and try adding a pop of your interests to your outfit with bold accessories or unique cuts.

Flawless makeup: Ji-a’s makeup is seriously on point, and yours can be too! Play around with colours, shimmery glitter, and dramatic lips to add some extra charm to your look! :)

Skincare is key: Ji-a swears by her skincare routine to achieve that radiant complexion. So, start taking care of your skin and try out some new hydrating products to get that glow.

Cute Hairstyles: Try out some playful and cute hairstyles or accessorise with some fun hair clips. Don’t forget about your hair care!!

Details, details, details: Ji-a pays attention to every little detail, from her nails to her jewellery. Add some extra touches to your outfit with statement jewellery or cute nail art!! <3

Elevate your lifestyle:

Self-care is everything: Ji-a emphasises the importance of self-care, so take some time for yourself to unwind and recharge with some yoga, journaling, or a good book!

Stay positive: Positive vibes only! Surround yourself with people who uplift you, practice positive self-talk, and write down daily affirmations to keep that positive mindset. :)

Follow your passions: Ji-a is all about chasing her dreams, and you should be too! Pursue your hobbies or dream career, and don’t be afraid to take risks.

Be confident: Ji-a is all about owning your unique qualities and quirks, so let your true self shine and don’t be afraid to stand out from the crowd.

Be kind: Ji-a is known for her kind and generous personality, so spread some love and kindness wherever you go.

How to channel your inner Ji-a:

Embrace minimalism: Ji-a’s style is all about simplicity, so try decluttering your space and simplifying your wardrobe to achieve that clean, chic look.

Not everyone will like you, and that's okay: Even Ji-a has had to deal with haters and jealous people in the past (the whole fake designer thing lol...), yet she stays confident and continuously does her thing! You can do that too!! <3

Try out some K-beauty: Being Korean, many of her favourite beauty brands and products are from Korean brands. Experiment with some K-Beauty products to get that glowing complexion! :)

Be yourself: Above all, Ji-a is known for being authentic; whether she’s on camera or in public, she seems to radiate a sense of self-assurance, which spreads confidence and inspiration to others! Stop worrying about what others might think, you're beautiful <3

As always, please feel free to share your own suggestions in the comments and let me know who you want me to write about next! <3

✩‧₊*:・love ya ･:*₊‧✩

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saltofmercury · 1 year

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Pairing: König x reader

Plot: You’ve been talking to König for a while but when will he make the first move?

A/N: I love this one. I just love it. I hope you love it too.

"Just a little patience"

The first few months of getting to know K were like pulling teeth. He was a very personal and reserved man. The few things he did share with you were that he went by his last name König. He told you K was good if you didn’t want to address him by his last name.

He was from Austria, it was clear from his accent that one night. He told you a little bit about his family, but it wasn't enough.

He was an early bird and usually up at 4am greeting you with a “good morning” and continuing the conversation from the night before. He would send you pictures of the sunrise when he was usually off to the gym to workout. By the time you woke up at 7:30, you had his undivided attention and the conversation would start flowing throughout the day.

He liked Greek mythology, astronomy, dogs, working out, and meditation. He disliked lying, karaoke, and chewing gum. He was in bed by 9pm and by 9:15 he stopped responding.

He told you he worked in the military, and didn't say much about that. The message he wrote was simple,

“What do you do for a living?”

“I’m active in the military.” He said.

“Oh, is there a specific job you do?”

“No.”

It was strange but you felt the need to not pry into his job too much. Military was already a sensitive subject in your world, and it didn’t seem like he wanted to elaborate. So you dropped it and moved on.

Another thing you did notice was that he had yet to make the first move. Well, you couldn’t be that tough on him, he did approach you and give you his number after all. But through your back and forth texting, there wasn’t ever any follow up to it. Not a dinner date. Not an invite to his house. Not even a cup of coffee. You felt as if the ball was in his court now since you had texted him and continued to text him every day. A surprising thing though was the conversation never once died out or turned dry.

One day after the 3 months of texting, he surprised you with a text that read:

“Will be leaving in a couple of days on a work related matter. I would like to take you out.”

Your stomach dropped. You quickly messaged him back:

“How long will you be leaving? I would love that! Where should we go?”

He messaged back:

“I’ll be gone for about a month.”

A month? What could possibly take that long for him to be gone? Why did he choose now to suddenly get to know you in person after you had been talking back and forth morning and night?

You hesitated. Was this even going to be worth it?

You saw the gray bubbles pop up on the screen and die out. The bubbles popped up again, disappearing again.

You decide to message him back:

“A month seems like a long time.”

“Yes it is, which is why I want to see you in person.”

This was one of the only opportunities you were going to finally see him in person. You caved.

“Okay. What day were you thinking?”

The days leading up to your first date were nerve wrecking. He had been pretty cryptic about the whole day. He said you guys were going to have dinner and to dress comfortably. He gave you an address to come to.

The whole thing turned you off.

First, this guy had the nerve to text back and forth with no phone calls, no photos of himself, and he didn’t even have a full name to look him up on social media.

Second, chivalry was dead. He wasn’t picking you up but he told you to come to an address. When you looked up the address it was a house up on a hill.

That’s not strange at all you thought.

Until you kept overthinking this whole ordeal and put the pieces together. Secluded house on top of a hill? He gave you an address to come to? He has no way of tracing anything back to him?

You started to feel sick. Well of course there was a reason he never showed his face late at night… and at the grocery store…. He only ever sent you pictures of skies… were they pictures of how the sky looked when his victims perished that day?

You text him quickly

“Don’t think I can make it on Friday night. Might need to reschedule.”

30 seconds later:

“Oh. I thought you said you had the night available?”

You panicked. You had sounded excited and even told him you had canceled plans to leave work early.

“I think it would be best to reschedule.”

No response. 3 minutes later:

“Is there something wrong?”

You bit your lip. You had to be honest with him.

“I don’t like the idea of going on a date with someone who barely makes an effort to tell me about themselves and now they’re inviting me to an unknown house up in the hills.”

5 minutes pass.

“Would you prefer your house then?”

What was wrong with a PUBLIC PLACE?

You started to feel sketched out about all this.

“Listen König, can’t we meet somewhere public? It isn’t helping me right now that you want to meet me alone in an area with no people surrounding us.”

7 minutes pass.

The bubbles appear and disappear again. Finally, a response.

“I’m sorry. I was thinking of myself. I’ll find something else we can work with.”

You felt relieved. Okay so this guy wasn’t a serial killer… he was actually pretty flexible and understanding. You feel bad now.

Another message sent through to you:

“Observatory. 6pm. Can’t wait to meet you.”

The work day had come and gone and you were on your way to the observatory.

You were nervous. The good thing was that you knew he would be able to be spotted within a crowd.

As you parked your car and headed toward the building, you saw him.

He’s standing there dressed up. He’s wearing pants, dress shoes, and of course, a turtleneck above his ears. He’s also got some sort of fabric tucked under his arm and a backpack on. He’s staring up at the top of the building, hands in his pockets. He looks like a statue, but you can see the way his shoulders and chest rise up and down.

Now you felt dumb that you didn’t bother dressing up. You came casually…

Your nerves hit you and you decide to text him.

“I can see you.” Sent.

You watch him from a distance.

He pulls out his phone, you can see his eyebrows rise. He messages back:

“Are you planning on running into me with your cart again? Is this a fair warning from you?”

You smile and you feel your cheeks start to blush.

“Not today, I’m headed towards you.”

No less than 5 seconds after you send it to him he turns in your direction.

You start to feel the heat rise from your cheeks to your entire face. God, did you ever notice the color of his hair? The way his sweater fit so tight around his fit body? His bottom of his face remained covered but his eyes and eyebrows gave away enough.

This was one of the most exciting yet scariest experiences of your life.

“Hi” you stop in front of him with a smile.

“Hi.” You can hear the accent in his voice. You see his ears again get red. He’s attempting to make eye contact with you but you can see he’s staring at the top of your head.

“Come now, we’ve got a small place reserved.”

He takes your hand and leads you behind the building.

The people around there stop and watch him. There are eyes on you both. You hear murmurs and whispers. As he leads you away to a small area surrounded by plants, and in front a skyline of the city. He unwraps a blanket and sets the backpack down.

“You may sit,” he says softly.

You sit on the blanket and watch him. He sits half on the blanket and half on the grass. His legs taking up most of the room in front of him. He unpacks the backpack — a small picnic.

You’re giddy and can’t stop smiling.

“I packed you this,” he says softly. He proceeds to stare forward and has his arms extended behind him.

“Are you not going to eat?” You ask

“I ate earlier. I only packed for you.” He says sheepishly.

You look at the spread before you, he packed cheeses, grapes and pears, two small jars of jam, and a freshly baked bread. It was still warm.

You suddenly feel self conscious.

“You’re not … you’re not going to eat?”

He keeps staring forward but responds,

“I’m sorry I didn’t know what you would like. I made my best assumptions based on your cart at the market.”

You laugh.

“So you were peeking?”

He turns and stares at the top of your head again.

“I did.” He says quietly. “You buy a lot of sweets. Apricot cookies, chocolate wafers, and Oreos.” He turns back.

He speaks again

“I want to be honest with you. The address I sent you was my house. I admit it was a bit forward. I was thinking of myself.”

Well now you feel stupid.

“No, no it just took me off guard.” You bite your lip and proceed “You sometimes give me no context or details.”

He’s still staring off, but you can see his eyebrows pinching together.

“It’s important to be honest. I know. I’m practicing to communicate better.”

You can feel the push inside you, you want to say it, you want to sooooo bad.

“Why did you decide after so long to meet me? I’m kind of upset because if I had known that picnics and sunsets were in the deal, I would've loved to get to meet you in person sooner.”

He’s still staring off in front of him. You can see him inhale and exhale slowly.

“I…” he starts off

“I don’t know how to do these things…” he exhaled

You stare at him.

“I’m new to all of this,” he admits quietly. “I don’t know how to be with another person that I don’t know at all.”

You look at him. He looks defeated, sad, and helpless.

He turns back to you and looks at your eyes but stares back at your forehead.

“But I want to try it with you.” He says finally.

You smile wide and he turns away.

The night crawls over you two, and he starts to pack up. You help him fold the blanket and he walks you to the car.

He stands behind you and you say, “so when will I get to see your face?”

His eyes sort of open wide, but he says calmly

“If you have patience with me…”

He grabs a hold of your hand and places a kiss on it through his turtleneck.

“I promise I’ll be worth your wait.”

#konig x you #konig x y/n #konig x reader #konig #call of duty #konig imagine #konig modern warfare #konig headcanons #konig cod #konig mw2 #konig call of duty

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katsmtmsdoodles · 4 months

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in-universe explanation under the cut 😘

Lloyd:

- On the news CONSTANTLY

- Whenever the ninja are talked about, it's Lloyd's picture thrown up there

- He does all of the official public speaking for the team, so of course

- He's notoriously the sweetest to his fans

- Compilations of him being the nicest person ever are all over YouTube

- He doesn't ever post anything on Instagram, but he has the most followers anyway

- Isn't and doesn't want to be verified on TikTok, he's just a scroller, but trying to find his account has become a huge internet conspiracy

Kai:

- Posts on TikTok & Chirp DAILY, he has huge followings everywhere

- Everything from charities to his work out routines to Q&As to thirst traps

- Even has some vulnerable inspirational videos that are like "keep going. you'll be okay, i believe in you" that are honestly tear-jerkers

- Interacts with fans the most

- If anyone is curious about what the ninja have been up to, Kai's pages are the place to go

- Also attends the most events bc he's an attention whore

- But has also raised the most money and attention for said charities as a result

Jay:

- He doesn't host Ultimate Ninja Warrior anymore, but it kept going with his permission and a contract, he visits as a special host during the finals every year

- He's also on the logo of the show lol

- Occasionally posts stuff on Chirp when it means a lot to him

- He's bad at ignoring haters tho so not online as much as Kai

- At the same time, he gets really emotional when fans tell him how he's inspired them

- He's the funniest at interviews and really likes doing them with the other ninja

- His compilations are either "the blue ninja being HILARIOUS" or "the blue ninja secretly being a genius for 10 minutes"

Nya:

- She's only on social media to bother Kai during his livestreams and talk shit on his posts. also gives Jay's haters nasty comments

- But she does have a few workout tip videos to empower girls who look up to her

- Everyone has a crush on her

- Does volunteer work for publicity to the organization

- She's lowkey aggressive on her social media though, like, half of her posts are going after terfs and nazis to get them canceled

- The ninja's social team has a heart attack every time they hear that she posted something lmao

Zane

- The most Memed Ninja, like it's ridiculous

- He's every reaction image

- You know how supernatural has a gif for everything? There's a Zane gif for everything thanks to his interviews, media, fan events, etc

- His fan base is AGGRESSIVE for some reason, though

- His fan base is the K-Pop fans of the ninjago world, even though there's not as many of them.

- Maybe that IS why though. The few. The strong. They're the ones who, like, solve crimes through the internet and shit

- There are compilations of "every time the white ninja remembers he's a robot" that's just Zane, like, being shook when fridge magnets stick to him and when metal detectors go off around him

Cole:

- He has zero internet presence

- A whole ass mystery

- There are conspiracy theories that he's not even real and its a running gag

- There are accounts dedicated to posting blurry pictures of him like he's a cryptid

- They were clear pictures before, but they were edited to be blurry lmao cause it's a joke but some people have genuinely began to wonder

- Like some of them will literally be a blurred picture of him sitting with everyone else at an interview

- Cole isn't in on the joke though and is confused every time people meme at him (he's not an internet kid TuT)

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urwhorecrux · 2 months

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓

warnings. mentions of kissing, fluff, established relationship!

pairing. james potter x gn!reader.

masterlist here

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

He loves your hands. He finds them attractive because they fit perfectly with his, even if you wear rings or something else on your hands they still interlock perfectly with his.

B - Best friend (How are they as a best friend)

He's shy yet pushes that part of him away when he's around you, acting confident in everything he says or does. If you're around him and the other marauders he dosen't care for their teasing, he's only focused on you.

C - Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

He literally cuddles you any chance he gets, he loves cuddling you when your sitting on his lap, and in bed preferably loves being the big spoon. Not often, but every once in a while he secretly loves being the little spoon.

D - Domestic (Do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?) Ever since he asked you out he's always had his mind on settling down with you and imagining a future with you. He'd be sure to help you in the kitchen and around the house whenever he can, yet mostly does it without your help.

E - Encouragement (Do they encourage you to achieve your goals? if so, how?) He's actually one of the most supportive boyfriends ever, always encouraging your goals. If your goals don't workout he always has a spare plan that he's 100% sure would workout. He's always there to support you during your achievements, as you're there for his.

F - Favorite thing(s) about you (What are their favorite personality traits/physical features about you?)

Physically, he loves your lips. He loves how soft they are after each kiss and how they always have a taste of strawberry chapstick lingering on them. There's something so perfect about their shape whenever he kisses you. Personality-wise, your soft and caring traits were something he loved the most about you. He adored how you were so caring for him and how you genuinely showed that you cared.

G - Goofiness (Do they like to make you laugh? how often do they joke around with you?)

He's always naturally been a goofy person, so when he makes you laugh a lot he absolutely loves it. When he sees how happy he makes you its one of his favorite things in the world.

H - Hugs (Do they like hugs?) He adores your hugs and love how comforting they are, for every situation. Doesn't matter if you're taller or shorter than him, he craves your hugs all the time. Before you leave for your next class he pulls you in literally squeezing you while you hug.

I - I love you (How fast do they pop the L-word?)

By the time he asked you out, he already knew he loved and adored you but was afraid of what'd you reply to him saying it quickly. When you said I loved you first, he was more than grateful.

J - Jealousy (How are they when they get jealous?)

Deep down he'll forever be a jealous boy. It's not the fact that he dosen't trust you, he just dosen't trust who's around you. He just hates guys giving you stares or looking at you in a certain way.

K - Kisses (What are their kisses like? Favorite kissing spot?)

He loves kissing during certain moments of course, but other than that he simply loves kissing your hand. After he walks you to each class he kisses your hand, as a goodbye kiss. If you're into more pda than that, he'll place kisses all over your face as if it was the last time he'd see you, even though you're just going to 3rd period.

L - Love language (What’s their love language?)

Physical touch! He swears he'll die without an arm around you, your leg over his, just something to feel you close to him. He's always feeling okay if he's at least touching you in one way.

M - Mornings (How are they in the mornings?)

He's very much a morning person, always bright awake an hour before his alarm clock is set or the second it goes off he's out of bed. He's really just ready to start another day with you and loves the idea of waking up with you beside him.

N - Nicknames (What do they call you?)

He'll never run out of petnames to call you, such as - baby, darling, love, lovie, dove, bunny, doll, he could go on.

O - Open (How open are they with you?)

The longer you're friends with him for, the more you know about him. Before you started dating and were just friends he couldn't help but spill almost every little thing about himself. He always wants to know more about you, but if you're not comfortable sharing that much about you he'd just keep rambling on things about himself.

P - Pda (Are they affectionate in public or do they prefer to keep your kisses behind closed doors?)

He loves pda, like a lot. He dosen't want to keep you hidden and dosen't care for the way the other marauders tease you guys about it, he simply loves showing affection to his partner and would always be playing with your hair, giving you cheek pecks every now and then, etc.

Q - Quickly (How quickly did you become official?)

You both met during 3rd year due to Remus introducing you, and ever since then you became closer with all the marauders, specifically James. He knew you were attractive and someone he had many things in common with, as well as someone he was truly interested in. You grew closer and became best friends throughout the 3 years, then eventually he had all the confidence in the world and asked you out during 6th year.

R - Remember (What is their favorite moment with you?)

His favorite memory with you is you cheering him on at his quidditch matches and the dates you would have by the black lake after. It'd be calm, and empty because everyone was basically asleep, except for you two who enjoyed the calmness of the scenery around you.

S - Security (How protective are they over you?)

Extremely protective over you, and almost always needs reassurance that you'll be completely safe if you're going somewhere without him. He becomes a lot more clingy when he's not around you or with you and worries so much when you're with friends or somewhere in the castle along, knowing he can't do anything if something bad happens in the moment.

T - Turn-offs (What traits do they find unattractive?)

Its not common for him to find something he dosen't like about you, but if he had to pick something about you it's probably lack of communication. He wants someone to be on the same page as him all the time and to truly understand their needs or what they're feeling.

U - Understanding (Are they good at sympathizing with your problems? do they listen to you when you need to rant?)

He's very understanding, he makes sure to completely listen to all your problems and wants to reassure you that he's here for you at all times, no matter what you talk about.

V - Vanity (How much do they worry about their looks?)

Even though it's the one thing he stubbornly won't admit, he cares about his looks a lot. He spends at least 20 minutes in the bathroom every morning making sure not one curl is loose so that his hair looks nearly perfect for you. He also has a very advanced skin care routine, but no face masks unless you forced him to do one with you.

W - Wild card (A random headcanon about your relationship)

He actually loves spoiling you, like a lot. I'd imagine if he sees anything you like in a shop window and stare at it for more than three seconds he'd take note so he can go back and buy it that same day. When you spend time at his house he makes sure you have everything you need when you stay over, even if you don't like the material of a blanket he has? He's going straight out to buy you one right now.

X - X-ray (How well are they able to read you?)

He knows your every emotion, and body language too. He's always thinking about you and how you're really feeling. He knows when you need comfort or reassurance, when you want to be alone, or when you're simply just happy.

Y - Yearning (How well do they cope when their SO isn’t with them?)

He misses you so much and is constantly either thinking or talking about you to Remus and Sirius. They deal with it, until he goes on for hours about how much he needs to see you or misses your face.

Z - Zappy (Are they fast-paced in a relationship? or do they like to take things slow?) He'd take things at whatever pace you want, whatever would make you comfortable.

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ur-dad-satan · 5 months

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Dinner Time Distraction (Smutshot)

MDNI!! Explicit material

!!Contains oral (Both receiving and giving), F!MC (she/her), female genitals, r1ding, male and female orgasms, "face painting"!!

MC was sat in her room playing a game on her D.D.D. when she received a text from Lucifer.

She sighed and got off of her bed. She knew this would be a difficult task, but seeing as Lucifer asked so kindly and he would be giving her food, she would do it without complaint. She slid on some house shoes and made her way to Beelzebub and Belphegor's shared room. She knocked on the large door, and waited until she heard someone say come in. When she walked in, Belphie was nowhere to be seen, and Beel was shirtless on his floor in the middle of a workout.

"Hey Beel." MC said and closed the door behind her.

"Hey MC." Beel started between grunts. He was covered in sweat, and he looked so good.

"I didn't know you were working out. I kinda wanted to hang out with you." She walked toward Beel's bed and sat on the edge watching him as he did pushups. The sweat on his body made his back muscles look utterly sinful.

"That's okay. I'm almost done so we can hang out." Beel replied in a cheery yet out of breath tone. MC let out an 'okay.' and watched Beel finish his pushups. Finally, the orange haired demon clad in sweatpants and no other visible clothing, stood up and took a sip from the large water bottle on his nightstand. Feeling eyes on him, he turned towards MC with a quizzical look. She was unashamedly staring at Beel which caused him to blush a bit.

"Sorry for staring. You just... Look really strong." MC said snapping out of her trance.

"Thank you." Beel smiled and walked over to his and Belphie's bathroom to wipe the sweat off of his face. "So, what did you want to do, MC?" He asked from in front of his sink.

"Umm, I actually don't know. We could watch a movie or something." MC suggested. She was so distracted by Beel, that she forgot what she wanted to do at first and just said the first thing that popped into her head.

"Sounds like fun! We can use my laptop!" Beel said walking back into the main room. He walked over to his dresser and grabbed a muscle shirt to put on, then plopped down on his bed. Grabbing his laptop, he sat against his headboard and pulled MC up next to him in a half hug.

Not long into the movie, Beel looked up and inhaled deeply. MC did the same and smelled food cooking. It smelled delicious, but MC knew that Beel wasn't allowed in the kitchen.

"Wow, something smells really good. Maybe I can get a small taste." Beel said and paused the movie. Before MC could say anything, Beel was off of the bed and walking towards the door. MC, knowing what Lucifer would do to her if Beel disturbed him, hurried off of the bed and stood in front of the door, blocking Beel from leaving.

"You can't go." She stopped him. A confused look overtook Beel's face, and he tilted his head adorably.

"Why not?" He asked.

"Because Lucifer will get mad at both of us. I told him I would keep you occupied so he can have some peace while cooking. But I did want to hang out with you anyway!" MC ranted.

"But I already smelled the food. I'm getting hungry." Beel pouted. MC knew that if she let Beel out, he would eat Lucifer's ingredients before he could finish the meal. Despite this, MC knew that she could use this situation to her and Beel's advantage.

"I can help you get your mind off of the food." She suggested.

"How?" Beel asked. MC motioned for him to come closer to her with one finger. As soon as he leaned down, MC grabbed his shirt and pulled him away from the door. She led him back to his bed and made him to sit down once again. She straddled his lap and put her face impossibly close to his.

"Is this okay?" She asked lowly. Beel nodded his head as a blush spread across his cheeks.

"Yes." The orange haired man said in a breathy tone. MC closed the tiny distance between their lips. She put her hands on either side of Beel's face to deepen the kiss, while Beel's hands found themselves on her thighs very close to the edges of her shorts.

As the two kissed, MC's hands ran from Beel's face to his neck, then in his soft hair. Beel's hands run up and down MC's thighs, each time they crept closer to her ass. The atmosphere was heating up and MC was lost in the moment; she absentmindedly grinded down on Beel's lap to get some friction. A low, growl like moan caught in his throat which only turned MC on more. The more Beel moaned, the wetter MC's panties became. After making out for a little bit, MC pulled away and started to kiss down his jaw and neck. Beel's large hands moved to squeeze MC's ass and she moaned into his neck.

She guided him out of his shirt, then gently pushed him into the bed with a mischievous grin. She kissed and nipped down Beel's chest making sure she would leave a few marks. No one would see them but him and her. She continued to kiss lower and lower on his body until she got to the waist band of his pants. The loose fabric of the pants did absolutely nothing to hide the large and obvious tent.

"May I?" MC asked innocently through her eyelashes. The sight of it was too much for Beel to take; with a flash of orange light, he was in his demon form. He looked down with his own mischievous grin and let out a rough 'yes'. MC hooked her dainty fingers around the fabric and started to pull. Beel was always a big guy; not only was he taller than all of his brothers, but he was also more muscular than them all in his normal form. Being in his demon form just made his whole body larger and MC had no complaints.

Beel was laying back on his bed in nothing but his boxers while MC stood up and started to strip out of her comfy clothes that she had been wearing. When she was only in her bra and underwear, MC knelt on the ground between Beel's legs. The giant man propped himself up on his elbows to watch MC's eyes glow in arousal as she stroked Beel's hard dick over his underwear. He tried to hold back the moans in his throat, but a few slipped out at her touch.

"That feels so good, MC." Beel smiled. "But I'm still thinking about that delicious smelling food." Beel smiled a toothy grin knowing exactly what he was doing.

"Well, then let me fix that." MC said suggestively and pulled his underwear down just enough to grasp his big hard dick. Slowly, she licked a fat strip up the underside of his cock causing him to shiver. She licked and teased the head and massaged his balls in one of her hands. She started to suck on the head and spit all over it. Beel started to whine in desperation for MC's hot, wet mouth and she obliged. MC took him deeper into her mouth and gagged, sending vibrations up the demon's spine.

Beel's eyes seemed to darken as his lewd moans and groans along with MC's light gagging and spitting filled the room. Beel was now sitting straight up and had his hands on either side of MC's face.

"You're so fucking beautiful MC. You look so good on your knees with my big cock in your mouth." Beel complemented. The praise made MC's rational thinking turn off and she immediately started using one hand to play with her own wet pussy as she sucked Beel's dick. She bobbed he head up and down as much of the thick shaft as she could and used her saliva as lube to stroke the rest of it with one of her hands. MC's mouth felt so good that Beel didn't want her to stop. In fact, he wanted the opposite.

"M-more." Beel groaned as his fingers moved behind her ears toward the back of her head and his thumbs strokes her cheeks. MC knew exactly what Beel was about to do and moved her hand from his shaft and too his balls instead, moaning around the hard dick in her mouth. "More!" Beel desperately called out once more before using MC's mouth like a toy. He maneuvered her head up and down deeper than she was at first, causing her to gag and him to moan even more. Almost as soon as he started, he stopped and moved her head out of the way.

"Why'd you stop?" MC asked after a small cough. They had only just started but she already looked a mess. She had saliva mixed with precum running down her chin to her chest and a thin layer of sweat dotting her forehead.

"So I can fuck your throat. But first," Beel said as he stood up and grabbed a pillow from near the top of his bed. He put it on the floor to protect MC's knees and pulled his boxers completely off. He helped MC up and put the pillow where her knees were before kissing her hungrily and taking the rest of her clothes off. His hands roamed MC's delicate body in an attempt to feel all of her.

"Fuck, your hands feel so good." MC moaned against his lips. Beel felt all over her body as they kissed; her thighs, her hips, her sides, her stomach, her breasts, her neck, and then her face all had the pleasure of Beel's hands running across them in the strong sensual way he did. Gently, he pulled away and placed MC back on her knees in front of him.

"Ready?" He asked making sure he wouldn't take her completely by surprise. MC nodded and opened her mouth in response. She grabbed Beel's dick once more and began to use her tongue to play with the slit on the tip. If MC kept that up, he would cum way too quickly so he decided to hold onto her face once again, but this time he would start thrusting in her mouth. He started slowly, biting back moans as he did, but the friction and heat weren't enough. He tried pushing as far back into MC's throat as he could without hurting her, making her deep throat his cock. She gagged and her eyes watered because of his size. He pulled back so MC could catch her breath before he started to roughly fuck her mouth. His cock was hitting the back of her throat with every thrust and her eyes watered like they had never watered before.

Eventually, Beel noticed that MC was touching herself as he fucked her throat and wanted to help her feel as good as he was feeling. He pulled out of her mouth completely and allowed her to catch her breath before asking her a question.

"Can I eat you out while you sick my dick?" Beel asked.

"Absolutely." MC replied and stood up. Almost effortlessly, the tall man picked MC up and turned her upside down as she giggled and wrapped her legs around the back of his neck. Beel placed his arms securely around her mid-section before starting to gingery lick the sensitive areas of MC's pussy. She let out a moan of pure pleasure, a bit louder than the rest causing Beel to put his cock in her mouth to shut her up. Beel licked and lapped up all of MC juices as she whined and moaned around his thick cock. Beel was growing impatient and knew that he needed to fuck her.

"MC, I need your wet pussy on my cock or I'm not gonna cum." Beel said placing her right side up. MC took a minute to get reoriented before pushing Beel onto the bed gently. She hovered over Beel's lap with a grin and a flushed face.

"I thought you'd never ask." MC decided to tease Beel a bit, so she decided to grind her wet cunt up and down Beel's throbbing cock making them both moan. She let her hands roam up Beel's sculpted chest and back; up his soft neck with red marks near his collar bones where MC had licked, bit, and sucked to mark him as her own; and to his soft, red face that she held softly. Beel's large hands gripped and kneaded at MC's fat, squishy ass and guided her hips back and forwards on his lap until he couldn't take anymore.

"MC please put it in. I can't wait anymore." Beel said almost whiny. His fingers slightly dug into her skin as he kissed and sucked on her chest, leaving red marks to bruise. She captured his lips once more before pumping her hand up and down his hard cock making him moan into her mouth then finally sliding his big throbbing cock in her tight wet twat. MC threw her head back in pure bliss as both of them let out a moan from the deepest depths of their gut. Beel gripped MC's hips and moved them slowly. Up and down; up and down; forward and back; grinding against him.

"You want me to hold onto your horns?" MC asked between moans and gasps. Beel nodded his head unable to form any words. MC reached up to gently grab Beel's pleated black horns careful of the sharp point at the tops. As soon as her fingers so much as grazed them, Beel moaned again.

"Fuck! MC," He practically yelled, shoving his face into the crook of MC's neck to try to stay slightly quiet.

"Are your horns that sensitive?" MC asked; Beel nodded his head in response and started to kiss, lick, suck, and bite her neck and collarbone. "Will it overstimulate you if I hold onto them?" MC asked once more. Beel shrugged, ready to test out MC's theory rather than talk about it.

Beel stopped moving MC's hips for her so she could enjoy herself as well; MC took a moment to catch her breath, before readjusting herself, then grabbing onto Beel's horns and began slowly bouncing on his cock. The feeling was so good that Beel's wings started to twitch and chitter as his orgasm neared. Beel was almost overwhelmed with the sensitive nature of his horns being gripped onto and MC's wet tight cunt squeezing his big thick cock. MC moved her hands to the base of either horn where they grow from his head and brings Beel's head towards hers so she could kiss him again.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum, Beel." MC moaned against his wet, slightly swollen lips. Beel nodded and wanted to hold out so MC could cum as hard as she needed to; and he knew exactly what would get her to cum. Beel planted his feet firmly on the ground and helped turned MC around to face away from him. He moved her feet so that they were on top of his knees. They readjusted a little more before Beel started to fuck MC from below. The sensation sent them both into overdrive and a chorus of moans, swears, heavy breaths, and skin slapping filled the room. Beel started slowly, savoring each stroke. He went from almost completely out, to plunged into MC's pussy. Neither of them would be able to cum like this and Beel knew that; he was just savoring the moment. Without warning, Beel sped up. He started to fuck MC as fast as he could making her almost scream in pleasure. Her hand shot down to play with her clit as she neared her orgasm so much faster than she thought she would. Between gasps and moans, MC stuttered out that she was cumming. In an instant, MC was coming with a geyser of squirt across the room. As her body trembled from her orgasm, Beel covered her mouth to quiet her loud moaning.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" She moaned against his hand and allowed her eyes to roll into the back of her head because Beel did not stop or slow down. He kept abusing MC's delicious pussy until he couldn't take it anymore. He quickly pulled out and placed MC on his bed so she could suck him to completion. The closer he got, the more his wings twitched and chittered making small noises as they rubbed against one another. In what seemed like two seconds, Beel was painting MC's pretty face with his hot white cum. Smiling, she let the viscus liquid run down her face and lick it up while Beel caught his breath.

"Fuck, MC. That was amazing. I love you so much." Beel panted out. A small smile was growing across his face. He helped her up on the bed a bit more comfortably before leaning in to kiss her only to have MC dodge him.

"Babes, I'm covered in your cum. I don't think you want to kiss me yet." MC giggled. Beel grabbed his once discarded shirt and used it to gently clean the guck off of her face. After all of it is off of her face, Beel kissed MC's forehead then lips. The two quickly cleaned up in the bathroom, then cuddled up in Beel's bed resuming the movie they had started earlier until Lucifer let them know that dinner was ready.

After dinner, Lucifer caught up with MC while she was making a cup of tea.

"MC, thank you again for keeping Beelzebub occupied while I made dinner tonight." He said handing her the honey she was reaching for.

"Of course! It was no problem." MC smiled. The sinful acts of a few hours ago and the sneaky glances shared between the two during dinner flashed in her eyes and back out.

"If you don't mind me asking, how did you do it?" Lucifer asked. MC fell silent for a brief moment before speaking once again.

"It was a little hard, but nothing I couldn't take." MC smiled to herself before saying good night to Lucifer and retiring to her room for the night.

#obey me!#obey me mc #obey me beel x mc #obey me female mc #obey me smut

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jvngkook97 · 2 years

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Can you write "Baby kicks" for Jungkook? 👶🍼

Knockout

synopsis; in which Jungkook feels your baby kick for the first time and nearly gets KO’ed in the process.

pairing; boxer!dad!jungkook x pregnant!reader

genre; fluff, humor, established relationship, domestic au, slice of life au, pregnancy au, drabble

warnings; BOXER koo, DAD koo, those are pretty much all the warnings you need tbh, oh and minor suggestive dialogue but nothing explicit (cause I couldn’t resist hehe)

rating; 18+

w/c; 1,003

a/n; this request got me in my FEELS let me tell ya. it’s been so long since I’ve written for daddy!koo and I can’t thank you enough anon for spurring the inspiration to bring him back! hope it helps you and your daddy!koo needs as well! don’t be a silent reader! <3 like + reblog if you enjoyed. feedback is always appreciated and helps to keep this writer (and many others!) motivated to put out more content – like this! all the love, always.

networks; @thebtswritersclub, @btshoneyhive, @kflixnet, @k-vanity

One swift punch left, one jab right.

The onslaught seemed to be never ending.

Jungkook pauses in his workout when he hears you let out another groan within the span of less than five minutes.

The punching bag in front of him swings back and forth like a pendulum, and he watches it for a moment, getting lost in a state of zoning out.

“Jesus!”

You try to muffle the way you used the Lord’s name in vain with the sleeve of your sweater (Jungkook’s actually), biting into the thick material with your teeth clenched so hard that when he whips his head to look at you he can see your jaw muscles tighten considerably.

His eyes soften, facial features dropping at your very obvious discomfort. Pivoting on his bare feet, he walks off the thin, blue mat and towards your slightly hunched over figure. While he walks, he takes off both boxing gloves and shoves them underneath one armpit to hold. Using the other hand he uses the back of it to wipe off the sweat that drips along his forehead, the last hour and a half of his workout having taken a toll on his body.

Kneeling down in front of you, he winces when he hears a pop from one of his knees, a sign of his ripe age of 30. Your loose hair is hanging in front you like a shield, and though he can’t lock eyes with you, he can hear your muffled snicker. It makes his eyes narrow.

“What was that, y/n?”

Your entire body grows rigid when his voice penetrates the silence and you slowly sit back up against the back of the chair, hair now only half shielding your face so he can see atleast one eye and half of a sheepish smile spread across your guilty lips.

With a light puff of breath, you blow the hair away from your mouth that settles itself there at your new position. Before you can do it yourself – a slender, tattooed hand rises within your vision to push your hair back and tuck it behind your ear. The same hand begins to caress your cheek, one thumb running over your jawline slowly that has your eyes beginning to droop from how nice it feels, but when they get half closed, they widen open once again at the light pressured pat on your cheek.

He taps once. You glare.

“Hey!”

He taps again. You secure your hand over his.

“That’s for snickering at my popping knees.”

You pout cutely, brows furrowed in mock anger. He makes a point to rub the middle of your forehead to erase the wrinkles when he frees his hand from yours. Your once feigned angered expression scrunches into one of pain when a sharp punch hits you within your stomach.

Both of your attentions get drawn instantly to your bulging 37 week pregnant belly. You both just stare and wait.

What looks like a tiny little foot makes the surface of your skin stretch up and mold into it for a split second then just as quickly disappears as soon as it comes, leaving your belly jiggling lightly in it’s wake. At the sight, even Jungkook flinches along with you, him not expecting to see such a strong kick from your baby.

His hand presses down on the spot you both just saw your baby kick, and once again, you both wait. This time it occurs again, but not as harshly, just enough for Jungkook to feel it against the palm of his hand. After your baby retreats, Jungkook gets an idea. Instead of placing his hand back on your belly, he begins to lower his head.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. I just chugged some banana milk not too long ago so this babe is really feeling it now.”

“What banana milk?”

Oops. You forgot that he doesn’t know that you know he has a secret stash kept at the gym. Cat’s out of the bag now.

The sheepish look appears on your face like earlier, and deep within his gut he just knows.

“How long?”

You make a show of popping your lips, lightly drumming your fingers atop your belly as you answer, voice small and barely audible. He leans his head further towards you to hear you better, unknowingly putting himself in the perfect position to be within the danger zone.

“Y/N~.” He warns lightly, voice becoming sing-songy as he stretches out your name purposely.

“Koo~.” You mimic him perfectly.

“How long have you known about—,” he sucks in a sharp breath with a hiss, retreating back from your figure with a hand rubbing the side of his face to nurture the sore spot he just received. Not expecting the sudden punch, he lands flat on his ass from losing his balance that was already wobbly as he put his full body weight on his feet due to kneeling.

“Jesus fuc—,”

You slap your hands over your mouth with a surprised gasp, attempting to stop the bubble of laughter that was building steadily within your throat. The action causing your already moving belly to move even more. Your eyes began to water from holding your laughter in, light bursts slipping through your pursed lips. When his piercing glare diverts from your belly and onto you do you finally let it out.

Throwing your head back, he can’t help the light twitch of his lips as he bites back a smile at your bellowing form. You start stomping your feet on the floor as you laugh that causes a slightly annoyed look to appear on his face.

“Ha. Ha. Laugh it up, baby. You’ll be paying for this later at home, where your knees will be popping when you’re the one kneeling.”

He laughs humorlessly, sardonically even, arms crossed over his chest that makes his muscles flex deliciously, a sight that has your lips parting of their own accord and thighs rubbing together.

That shuts you up.

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being-addie · 10 months

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How to Glow Up for School

Got an ask for tips to glow up, thought I'd make a separate post for it too.

⭐Workout⭐:

There's no rule that the gym is the only place to workout.

Youtube videos: There are tons and tons of great workout videos from people with a large following. My favourites are Caroline Girvan, growingannanas, Pamela Reif and Madfit. Go get sweaty!

Makeshift weights: You can water bottles filled with water/sand as weights or buy ankle weights to put around your wrists as you get stronger.

Run: This is an amazing source of cardio. I gave up a while back on this because I detest running, but it really does work. Plug in your headphones and go for a run in nature.

Dance: Dancing is a really fun way to workout. Try Zumba, hip-hop or K-pop routines. Hell, even Just Dance has some good ones. Join a class if you want to stay accountable.

Let me know if you want me to drop my workout routine too

⭐Diet⭐:

Honestly, I can't give much advice here, because I'm not qualified enough. Go to a nutritionist to see if there's anything you can do. If not, eat plenty of protein and fibre, limit your junk food intake and drink lots of water. Make lots of salads and fruit bowls. Overnight oats are healthy, filling and delicious.

What I like to do, is eat everything in moderation. Say I've had a healthy breakfast, lunch and dinner. I won't deny myself a nice bowl of ice cream (again, not a sundae, the key is moderation). But if I've had greasy food for lunch and takeout for dinner, I'll probably settle for fruit instead. Know that you can eat without punishing yourself, but remember not to go overboard. Food is fuel, remember.

⭐Other tips⭐:

Skincare: Don't make it too fancy. I know influencers and the like have those weird 15-step skincare routines, but it isn't necessary. I use the Cetaphil Gentle Skin Cleanser and the most basic Cetaphil face lotion I could find along with an organic lip balm my mom buys. It works like a charm and its not too fancy. I also take an ABC smoothie (Apple, Beetroot, Carrot + some water.) This is such a game-changer.

Abundance mindset: I like to think of the universe constantly working in my favour. It's always looking out for me, and I'm the luckiest girl in the world. What you think is what you attract. If you think negatively, you will begin to see only bad things around you. Stay positive.

Wardrobe: Go thrifting, or DIY some old clothes. Pinterest has tons of amazing ideas. Paint your T-shirts, dye your skirts, make cute jewellery at home. There are no limits.

Makeup: I don't recommend it honestly. I'm more or less anti makeup to the point where I only own two pieces of makeup(eyeliner and lip gloss) and even those are used sparingly. Don't get used to your painted face. Your natural beauty is beautiful; and should not be hidden. There's something so amazing in someone who is confident in their own skin. Own yourself, and people will love you more for it.

Hope this helps you become the best version of yourself. Baby steps to your goal, okay? This takes time and with consistency, you WILL get there. Stay lovely. xoxo

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Lay your hands on me

Part One

Mizu x Akemi

3.5k words

tags: Modern AU, Questioning Sexuality Akemi, Lesbian Mizu, Making Out, Smoking, Lesbian Porn, Sexual Tension, Mean Mizu, Hometown Trauma

Summary: Akemi experiences post-grad loneliness (and horniness) and starts questioning her sexuality. She goes to a local bar in her hometown to fix it. Mizu helps her out with her dilemma.

A/N: I just think it would be neat for Akemi to start questioning her sexuality while she’s back in her hometown. More specially her attraction towards hot butches 🥰

Post-grad life was treating Akemi pretty well. Granted, it had only been a week since she had graduated, the soft pane of her childhood window awash with snow and dirt from the wind. Her parents hadn’t turned her room into an office, workout room, or storage like most of her other friend’s parents had done. Instead, she got to look at all the k-pop posters she had hung up in her high school era. Splattered polaroids when that was a thing, marked by pink sparkly sharpie and stickers too cute and too childish for her now. The whisper of her childhood frozen and unfettered by time.

She’d fall asleep amongst the mountains of unpacked clothes and wake well into the day, drowsy and sticky from the space heater. Deciding to relax and rot only lasted a few days before her life started picking back up without her.

She had to get paperwork done for her job that would start at the tail end of January. Some local newspaper position that sounded exactly right on paper in every way. She didn’t want to talk about how long she took to accept her offer when it popped up in her email five whole days after graduation.

Her parents would scold her for taking showers daily, especially if she wasn’t going anywhere so she was left to rot in her pajamas bottoms since she got back home. The only real thing changing was her shirts and whether or not she decided to wear a bra that day—which was usually a no go.

She wondered if this is what post-grad life was really supposed to be. Late mornings and reheated coffee and pajama bottoms. Akemi didn’t want to think about how others her age were probably out with their friends, family, or significant others for the holiday break. All of her friends were still at university or had moved away. While her hometown friends were moms, engaged, or no longer in contact.

The glow-in-the-dark stars that shone a deep muted green for minutes after she turned off her light was her only company on cold nights. Her longtime business major boyfriend Taigen had broken up with her before he graduated in the spring six months ago. Something about moving to New York and making it big. Not like he was gonna be interning under his fathers company that already made millions.

Although, Akemi supposed she wasn’t too different from Taigen in that respect. Both her parents were realtors that ruled their hometown. It’s what paid Akemi’s way through undergrad. It’s what she was expecting to pay for her masters.

After all, she wasn’t staying here for long. The plan was always a gap year to start saving before going out into the world and conquering it, or whatever it was that was advertised most these days. This would be temporary.

But then again, a degree in English was never really a great option was it? Or at least, that’s what her parents would say when they thought she wasn’t around. To each other in the pantry that meets the lip of the kitchen. Or at their hosted neighborhood dinner parties, whispering and shaking their heads with other parents. It wasn’t a lifestyle choice they were proud of.

The fact that she had hauled all of her stuff from college back home was something that only proved their point further. Akemi felt like a child who wasn’t stopped when her imagination got too big, and now she was dealing with the consequences.

Feeling lonely and horny on top of it all felt like the icing on top. Her collection of dildos and vibrators tucked away at the bottom of her underwear drawer seemed crude and way too loud in her parents house. She would watch porn and work too long and too hard to orgasm. Taigen always used to marvel at how wet she would get. Now though, Akemi found herself reaching for lube every time she wanted to masturbate. It felt like an important part of her unraveling. A key turning point.

The first time that Akemi got off to lesbian porn, she felt guilt in a way. She’d watched it before back in the beginning parts of college when everyone was experimenting. Akemi herself had kissed a girl at her first house party at eighteen years old. However, this time felt different. She barely got halfway through the cringey teacher and student plot before Akemi had to shove her pajamas down and rub one off mean and messy. No lube required.

The second time it happened, Akemi used a dildo and was more prepared for the hunger that bloomed inside her gut. It was like a forest fire the way the desire burned into her. A kick to her gut and a shove to her clit and she was gone.

She didn’t understand. Taigen had always fucked her the way she wanted—slow and soft and with whispers and cuddles afterwards. It was fine. It was sex.

This was something entirely different. One that Akemi felt was important to note. She’d never fucked a girl. Never been fucked by one either. Her very limited experience of women started and ended with the porn she was starting to rely on to get off.

She texted her friends about it. Got a flurry of responses that ended up with Akemi self-reflecting and asking herself what she wanted.

It wasn’t an easy decision. She told her girlfriends as much. They suggested a night on the town, and Akemi figured why not? It had been ages since she had gone out. Been even longer since she had gone out in her hometown.

So that’s how she finds herself in a bar that doubles as a sports spot during the day. Billiard tables line the entryway and take up most of the place where groups of men and women alike play. It’s a Saturday night and a bit busy for a small town. The bartop is a long expanse of wood that juts out at a corner and extends to the other end of the room in an L shape. It’s a small place. One room with a connected outside patio with stringed lights.

The security guard has to double check her ID and even after that he eyes her closely as she enters. Akemi feels overdressed the second she gets in. Mostly everyone is wearing jeans. Akemi spots a tank top here and there, but flannels and long sleeves with a modest crop and cut are the majority. Every guy is a copy and paste of rough jackets and some snapbacks worse for wear.

She sets her jacket on a rack and wraps her arms around herself. The velvet of her shirt barely extends past her shoulders before it connects to lacy long sleeves that hide nothing. Her matching butterfly tattoos hover above her collarbones. The deep V-cut of the shirt leaves little to imagination, and the cropped cut accentuates her waist. The mini skirt and tights are just as out of place. Akemi feels herself turn hot and wonders if this is really the place she should’ve gone to.

But before she can second-guess herself, she swallows hard and marches to the bartop to order herself a drink. She’s already slightly tipsy from the wine she had with her dinner beforehand. Yet the liquid courage disperses once Akemi reaches the mess of bodies blocking the bartop. She squishes and politely tries to wiggle her way through but is met with less than friendly looks.

Just as she’s started to give up, a strong shoulder brushes up against her and nearly shoves her out of the way completely. Akemi feels the wine as she stumbles. Her face feels hot when she turns to see who it is, and feels it burn hotter when she realizes.

It’s a woman. Dressed in dark wash jeans and doc martens. She’s also wearing a long sleeve shirt. The waffle-knitted thermal pulls tight at her shoulders and back and neck. Her legs go on forever and Akemi watches allured as the woman moves with ease through the crowded bartop. Her profile is sharp and angular. The jut of her jaw, the peak of her cheekbones, the point of her chin. Her nose and soft curve of her forehead are the only distinguishing features that scream woman. Otherwise, the undercut and pulled back hair would’ve thrown Akemi off completely.

She watches as the woman gestures to order. Her two fingers long and pink from the cold drink in her hand. It’s half empty in her hold and Akemi wants.

It sits with her, then, how familiar the woman looks. It comes in flashes suddenly, the last couple of pornos she’s searched for and watched. Two women, bodies writhing, hot and panting. But beneath that, the difference between a taller, leaner and mean-looking woman and a smaller, bustier, whinier one. The crux of Akemi’s desire all along.

Akemi recalls the title of that first porn video she’d gotten off on. Hot Butch Professor Teaches Student A Lesson.

The woman waits for her drink and gets what she’s there for. As she leaves, Akemi feels that familiar punched-out feeling. The start of arousal. A spark catching.

She tracks the woman to the edge of the room. A billiard table observing the games going on. She’s as tall as the other men and her rounded tinted glasses reflect the low hanging lights. Akemi forces herself to look away. Her phone is dug out of her purse and she smashes a question into the group chat.

Guys, what’s a butch?

Her chat explodes instantly. Some gifs of eggplants, a picture of the blonde girl from atlantis, and one actual answer in a paragraph-length text.

She skims, looks at the woman, skims again, and nods, determined.

After managing to force herself through the crowd in a similar fashion to the woman, she gets a drink. Something fizzy and sweet. There’s a cherry floating on top.

Akemi wonders how this works. If there’s a method to flirting with other women. She shakes her head at that, there shouldn’t be. It’s attraction. Akemi knows attraction. Has been the center of it many times. So, with her resolve, she struts to the woman.

The height difference is apparent when Akemi meets the woman’s gaze. She’s wearing combat boots that have at least an inch on her usual height, yet she’s still looking up to grin at the woman.

“Hi.” Akemi says. She leans against the wall, tilting her head and showing off the stretch of skin on her neck.

“Hm.” The woman says. She regards Akemi carefully. Her eyes flicker to her matching butterfly tattoos. The action fizzles inside Akemi’s belly like the drink in her hand, “You are?” An eyebrow raises, and oh she’s mean, isn’t she?

“Akemi. And you are..?”

The woman meets her eyes again. This time over the tint of her glasses and Akemi is caught. Feels like a small creature fenced in by a predator. Like a fawn in a snare, bloody and vulnerable and raw.

“Mizu.” Her voice is deep and raspy. Akemi shudders at the sound. Mizu must notice because she takes a sip of her drink and works an ice cube into her mouth. It crushes against her canines. Akemi watches mesmerized, “You new to town?”

“Hah. No, back for the holidays.” Akemi lies. She figures it’s easier to have an escape, “That easy to tell?” Akemi jokes, getting closer and working with what Mizu seems to be giving.

“A bit.” Mizu drags her eyes down Akemi’s body as an answer. Akemi thinks she might combust.

“Yeah? How so?”

Mizu flicks her eyes around the bar and grins. She bends down to get to Akemi’s level. There’s a hand at her waist.

“Most girls wait until I’m tipsier to start flirting.” Akemi’s hip is gripped tightly by Mizu’s warm firm palm, “I can be mean.”

As quickly as Mizu is there she’s gone in the next instant. The lip of her cup against her mouth. Standing back up like nothing happened. Her hand is still on Akemi’s waist though. A warm firm heat.

“I’m eager.” Akemi replies. Makes her eyes wider and bites into her lip.

Mizu frowns then. Takes another sip of her drink and sets it on a nearby stool, “No. You’re confused.”

The hand disappears then. The cold shocks Akemi as she makes an aborted sound. A start to a sentence.

“But, I-“

“I don’t fuck straight girls.” Mizu states simply. She’s turned back to the room now, disinterested. No longer facing Akemi, the illusion of privacy is lost. The sounds of billiard games come back and Akemi startles.

“I’m not…not—“ not straight. Was that right? It didn’t feel completely right. Not completely wrong either. Akemi didn’t know exactly. Wasn’t meant to be thinking about it right now. She was here for an answer to a question, “I want to.” Akemi feels like it’s an okay response to her swirling thoughts.

Mizu doesn’t answer. Doesn’t even look at her. Rather, she chugs the rest of her drink and walks back to the bartop. Akemi feels the air brush by her and she stews in annoyance at the outcome. Doesn’t know why when she’s the one who is apparently walking around with a giant neon sign that says straight girl.

She finishes the rest of her fizzy sweet drink and eats the cherry. It tastes like her childhood and she chuckles at the irony. Wonders what young Akemi would think about her right now. Trying to get some in her hometown because she’s what? lonely? As if no one else in the existence of the world hadn’t been lonely.

She chats up some guys that buy her drinks for the rest of the night. It’s familiar and all the tricks work on them easily. There’s no fight about it. No pushing for more. No pulling for dominance. Cat and mouse be damned. Akemi convinces herself she likes it.

Mizu doesn’t linger inside long and soon enough she’s out of Akemi’s sight. Akemi tells herself she doesn’t care.

A couple drinks turn into more and suddenly Akemi’s drunk. It dawns on her that she’s had more than she thought when the guy she’s talking to grabs her waist as she stumbles. The touch is in the same place Mizu placed her hand earlier. It doesn’t feel nearly as intense.

Akemi promises she’s fine to walk when she leaves the bar with her purse and phone in hand. The December cold shocks some alcohol out of her, and makes her realize she’s left her coat inside.

“Urgh.” She’s turning around to head back inside when she notices a figure at the edge of the building. Plumes of smoke flow out of Mizu’s mouth and Akemi can smell the tabaco from where she stands.

Maybe it’s the alcohol or the cold realization that Mizu may have been right that Akemi stumbles over. A fight is what she wants, but what she gets is another pretty cocked eyebrow and lips that must taste like cigarette smoke.

“You smoke?”

Mizu seems surprised by her confidence but quickly recovers.

“Yes. Need a light?”

Akemi is upset for some reason. There’s been no success tonight and she’s determined to make it Mizu’s problem.

“I don’t smoke. Too bitter.”

“I have a vape too.” Mizu suggests, scooting over for Akemi to lean next to her, “‘ts sweeter.”

Akemi throws a glare at Mizu. She’s still beautiful under the combined glow of a nearby street lamp and the reflecting christmas lights that hang off the roof above them. The falling snow only makes Akemi’s heart thunder.

“Don’t do that either.” Akemi mumbles, pouts despite being the one who denied it, “My ex used to be addicted. I hate the smell.”

“Huh.” Mizu says inhaling another pull before exhaling away from Akemi. It’s gentle, the way she holds concern for Akemi, “Ex-boyfriend?”

“Ugh not this again.”

Mizu casts her a glance. A faraway knowing look that makes Akemi feel so young. Almost like she’s a kid again. Not like she’s just graduated. She pouts harder.

“I’m interested. I want to…I want to try it.” Akemi says. She’s shy now after all her big emotions have worn themselves out with the stretch of silence on Mizu’s end, “And you’re hot.”

Mizu chuckles, takes another drag and then flicks her cigarette into the snow. Turns towards Akemi and pushes into her space. There’s the touch on Akemi’s waist again. It feels colder than before. Akemi groans.

“You don’t know what you want.” Mizu says. Her voice has dropped and become deeper. She’s frowning down at Akemi. A wolf under the full moon. Akemi is trapped and her breath hitches. Her thighs squeeze together, “Don’t even know the first thing about being with a woman.”

“I-I..I do!” Akemi stutters. Determined to win this game she’s started.

“Oh yeah?” Mizu asks, pushing pushing pushing.

“Yeah..” Akemi didn’t notice earlier that Mizu had freckles. A smattering of them on the bridge of her nose and beauty marks on her chin, her cheekbone, the edge of her lips, “We make out first.”

Mizu smirks, gives Akemi room to wrap her arms around Mizu’s neck.

“Okay.”

It’s a clear go ahead and Akemi is pressing her lips to Mizu’s. There’s no finesse. Two lips touching. Akemi pulls away and is flushed from her own actions. She avoids Mizu’s eyes and looks at the expanse of forest that engulfs their tiny town instead.

Mizu is still close, her nose brushing Akemi’s own. Her breath is hot on Akemi’s face. She smells like cigarettes and suddenly Akemi doesn’t mind it at all.

“Cute. Now let me show you how. Properly.”

Mizu tilts Akemi’s chin up. They’re looking at one another now. The tinted glasses now gone from Mizu’s face. Akemi wants.

“Understood?” Mizu asks. Her hand has slipped to the back of Akemi’s back, brushing her tattooed collarbone with the movement. Her other hand has clamped down on the jut of exposed skin and Akemi whimpers.

“U-understood.”

And then Mizu is kissing her. It’s nothing like Akemi’s gentle kiss. This kiss is wet and hot. A pressing smear of heat against Akemi’s mouth. Her mouth is open and suddenly Mizu’s tongue is there licking and exploring. Mizu’s hand presses into Akemi’s hip and slips under the velvet and Akemi shakes despite herself. Pulls away to gasp at the cold press of Mizu’s palm against her ribs.

Mizu laughs, kissing her jaw and ear and chin as Akemi huffs out little whines.

“Pathetic. Can’t keep up at all.” Mizu growls. She grips the back of Akemi’s neck. Hard, “Not done. Take it.”

Mizu kisses her like they’re going to fuck.

Akemi realizes this when Mizu’s hand leaves the sensitive skin of her ribs and drifts under her skirt. Up the tights on her thigh and underneath the line of her ass. Her fingertips find her underwear and the wet of her cunt. It’s brief and gone before it’s even fully there, but Akemi whimpers and accidentally bites down on Mizu’s lip at the feeling.

“Hah.” Akemi’s lips feel puffy and swollen when they part. The sound alone makes Akemi wetter, pushing her thighs together tighter for friction, “Please..” She reaches up for more, and Mizu stands up fully then. The distance too great for Akemi to close by herself.

“No.” Mizu says. Her pupils are blown and the blue that Akemi was mesmerized with is now harder to make out.

Akemi shivers at Mizu’s blatant staring and is surprised to find Mizu’s own breathing is staggered. Clearly affected after all.

“You’re cold.” Mizu steps away then, hands coming undone around her. Akemi feels like a puppet with its strings cut, boneless against the wall. She shivers hard, proving Mizu’s point, “Here.”

Akemi’s bundled up in Mizu’s sweater when Mizu invites her over. It’s a clear indication of more and Akemi’s chest hammers with the implication. She nods shyly, shoving her hands into Mizu’s jacket pockets. Is surprised to be met with gum wrappers, coffee straws, and sticky notes.

“No sex tonight. You’re drunk. I have roommates.” Mizu explains just as Akemi is trying to discretely update the group chat with the recent events, “There aren’t any buses running now and I live nearby so..”

“But! you kissed me!” Akemi whines. Ah, she can hear the way the alcohol has made her voice more pitchy. She nearly misses the down step of the curb but Mizu catches her, hand strong around her waist, “Okay, fine. But, can we make out some more?”

Mizu nods sagely. She leads Akemi towards the sidewalk. The falling snow lands on her head and shoulders and Akemi wants to leave marks there if she’s allowed. Akemi distantly thinks that Mizu would be into that, being in charge.

I’ll find out tomorrow morning.. Akemi thinks, delighted at the loophole she’s found. She presses into Mizu’s side as they walk back together.

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