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starvette · 11 months

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26th

Hey. Starting blogging again really helped. Something switched in me and I've been doing really well in some respects, but not all. I still don't work out every day or even every other day. I've been too stressed over getting medicine to post. Made and lost an internet friend over his being fat.

I just had like a three day pastry binge where I ate at least 15 of those and that made me want to come back here. At least most of them were vegan or just had a tiny bit of butter. Where do I begin this... I cut out fruit and grains and had a stunning improvement in skin. Then, perhaps out of fear it would go away, perhaps out of hating my bland diet, I promised myself one pastry cheat day every week. I felt so guilty I ate 90% vegan stuff but a lot of it is subpar. Sometimes it hits right and then other times it doesn't. And sometimes they haven't baked them (you know, specialty item for the freaks who care about something more than their own ass..let's take their money too) on the day I want them so I have to run around to 4 different stores. The first cheat day went alright. I ate 8.5 pastries. Then all I did was wait for the next cheat day, at times killing the remaining hours doing nothing. Started it early. Went insane from there. Toward the end had a belly ache which I NEVER get, but kept eating more because my cheat day was about to end and I had to get in as much as possible. Yep. Didn't even feel the flavor anymore. Just feel bread in my mouth. Couldn't stop eating though. Go out and feed it to birbs? Sleep and wait until belly ache lets up? Hell no. I finished it some nine or ten hours ago and still want more even now as I'm writing this. I'm letting myself eat amazing things today - lentil pasta with avocado. Tuna. Still want to binge. I incurred a 5700 calorie debt! Like. Obviously haven't weighed myself but I'm sure I'm back to 54. I finished Marya's book and started another one. It's a lot more childish but anything helps. Going from binge brain back into ana mindest is ruff stuff. Perhaps I should be excited, but I'm not.

Not sure what to do about cheat days now. Should I do one within 1500 limits? I'm just going to break it. Should I get pastries only from this one quality bakery and not supermarkets? Should I get one expensive vegan pizza? What about all the bad seed oils I'm getting from them? One mere pastry has so much oil it will skew my ratio upside down in just one day. Why am I blowing money on fish oil then? Why am I not more grateful for all the amazing opportunities I get?

I should quit cheat days. Get my dopamine from staring in the mirror at my clear face and from playing Tetris. I would sure like to go get one last binge in and THEN quit cheat days. I mean this. is. just. crazy. My brain fucking hurts. Honestly, this is so serious that maybe I should really think about installing some quality video game. Like we all secretly know Tetris is not it. I think they made Sims free. But then... I'll get addicted to those. (At this point you can picture me screaming because that's what I'm doing on the inside) So much for 'quitting all junk food forever' on May 5th. I forgot that I did that.

By the way, the gluten trial is clearly ruined.

Our hockey team beat Sweden! I'm watching the Canada game today. If I were smart I would bet a lot of money on these games I think. Surely they will lose to freaking Canada.

#red scare

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miguelsbrat · 4 years

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The Theater | Miguel Galindo x Reader*

Warnings: Language, Cheating, Dom/Sub Tones, a Dash of Daddy Kink, and Some Steamy Forbidden Lovin' in a Public Place

Note: I haven't posted anything smutty on here since the Tumblr Apocalypse of 2018, so I tried to keep this light, but... it sort of got away from me.

Thank you for reading! 🥰

"Can I help you?" The guy behind the glass, all shaggy hair and unshaven jaw, barely looks up from his book.

"One ticket to the one o'clock showing of The Way We Were, please."

"Twelve dollars."

You slide your card through the window and wait for the ticket to pop up from the slot.

"Enjoy the show," he says, his eyes never leaving his page.

As you replace your wallet in your bag, you remember the reason you're here. The image of your secret lover flashes behind your eyes, dark and dangerous and brooding. Your fingers wrap around the door and your heart skips a beat when you think of him waiting for you.

The salty smell of popcorn washes over you when you reach the lobby, the buttery scent teasing your nostrils. Though it's likely stale, you stop and order a bucket. You don't want to look too eager so you linger by the register, smiling at the cashier as they scoop, grateful for the distraction from the silence.

Snack in hand, your feet drag along the old, worn carpet, the billowy fabric of your sundress kicking up around your ankles as you climb the theater stairs.

He was right--aside from the braided mercenary who nods at you as he passes by, there's no one else around.

A ghost of a smile crosses his lips as you reach the top and find him in the center of the back row.

"You bought popcorn?" Miguel shakes his head, sliding over and raising his arm to make room. He knows you like to nuzzle in as close as possible, even when there's no one else around.

Especially when there's no one else around.

Because Miguel may be your man, but he's also Emily Galindo's husband.

"It smelled good and I couldn't resist. You know, I never saw this movie," you say, fighting the shiver that was working up your spine by talking too much. "Is it any good?"

"It doesn't matter, querida." His voice dips low, taking on that raspy tone that makes your stomach twist and pull with need. "You won't be watching it today, either."

"I won't? But isn't that why we're here?"

Your playful smirk is rewarded with the patented Galindo glare, the look that promises he's not teasing and makes your panties ridiculously wet.

"If you wanted to watch the movie, you shouldn't have shown up looking like this." His finger trails along the soft swell of cleavage peeking over the neckline of your ivory sundress.

"Looking like what, exactly?" The urge to smile is strong, but you manage to suppress it.

"Looking like some kind of goddess created just for me." His lips find your ear, teeth grazing the soft lobe, and you have to bite back a sigh. "Get over here, princesa."

As you meet his amber gaze, tendrils of longing unfurl in your chest. It's been too long since you've been alone with him, thanks to Emily's sudden suspicions, and you're desperate to make up for lost time.

He laces his fingers through yours, waiting patiently for you to climb over him and settle yourself onto his lap. Though he's calm and unruffled as always, a little thrill shoots through you when remember that you're technically in public.

Your hips roll against him just once and he sighs, squeezing your hands before releasing them to wrap around your waist. He's hard already, and probably has been since he first laid eyes on you.

As you wait for his next command, your first instinct is to lower your gaze, your eyes skimming over his exquisite bespoke charcoal suit. It's a little much for the movies, but that's Miguel.

When his palm slides up your neck, fingers resting at your throat, he tips your face up towards his. And when his lips finally touch yours, it's like lighting a match.

Flames ignite between you and your tongues tangle, teeth clashing messily as the passion begins to consume you. His beard abrades your delicate skin, but you can't get enough. It's always like this when you're together--chaotic and uninhibited, until he gathers enough strength to take control.

"Mmm. I missed the taste of you," he admits as you grind against him.

"I missed the taste of you, too, Daddy," you whisper, loving the warmth of his body. You're embarrassingly wet, soaked through your panties and probably his pants, too. "I feel like I'm in high school again, making out in the back of a movie theater."

"I'll bet you drove the boys crazy in high school, didn't you?" His smile is lopsided, uncharacteristically soft. "Did you tease them like you're teasing me? Rubbing your sweet little pussy against them and ruining their pants?"

"Maybe," you breathe, unsure what he wants you to say. Miguel may be married, but he's extremely possessive of you.

"Show me how you teased them, princesa. Roll those hips for me."

His teeth graze your collarbone as he palms your chest, and you slowly rock against him. His hard cock is notched between your thighs, and you can feel every ridge through the light fabric separating you.

"Fuck, baby," he grunts, shifting so you lean further back for him.

Your fingers find his buckle, opening it with practiced ease, and you slowly roll down his zipper. When you try to wrap your fingers around him, he swells against your palm.

"I want to ride you, Daddy. Please?"

His eyes darken a full shade as he considers your request. It's a lot for him to relinquish control, but he wants it this time, too. Plus your options are fairly limited in the small, cramped theater.

"Turn around," he husks, pulling himself out the rest of the way as you turn to face the screen. "And take off those filthy panties."

Your fingers hook into the lace, sliding them down your legs and over your ankles. You're about to tuck them into your purse, but he stops you.

"Ooh, you bad little girl. These are fucking soaked." One hand squeezes your breast and the other twirls your underwear around his fingers. You're not even surprised when he stuffs them in your mouth. "Can you taste yourself on the silk?"

You whimper softly in response.

Impatient hands ruck the hem of your sundress up around your waist, and you grip him tight in your fist. He's hot and silky, smooth against your palm, and you can't wait to feel him inside you.

You're not sure what's happening on the screen, but it's quiet--too quiet to be careless. Your vision blurs as you guide him to your entrance.

Slowly, you sink down on him, the panties between your teeth muffling your moans. Miguel bites down on your shoulder to stifle his own sounds of pleasure as you lean back against his chest.

The air conditioning is on full-blast but it always feels like it's 90 degrees whenever Miguel is nearby, and with him inside you like this, it feels like an inferno.

You do your best to ride him slow, trying not to make it obvious if someone were to walk back and find you, but desperation overtakes your senses.

Miguel's gripping your thighs, thrusting upwards to hit you where you need to feel him, and the first ripples of an orgasm begin to spread through you.

You're thankful for the panties smothering your cries when he leans back to change the angle and you suddenly see stars.

"That's my girl," he whispers, urging you on. "I feel you getting close. Go ahead and let go for me, querida. I want it all."

His hand slips beneath your dress to find your clit, rubbing slowly as he plunges even deeper than before. Your senses all blend together as you fall apart for the man you love, bathing his cock in your hot release.

Miguel groans behind you, letting loose a stream of filthy Spanish words as his hips still. He fills you up with everything he has just as you hear the metallic slam of a heavy theater door.

You spit out the panties and he helps you slide from his lap, draping your dress to cover your nudity as he tucks himself back in his pants.

Your walls are still clenching as your dress hits your ankles, Miguel's release sliding down your inner thigh.

When no one appears at the front of the theater after a tense moment, you relax and lean into him.

"Are you okay?" You can feel his heartbeat racing alongside yours, but you nod.

You're more than okay, blissed out from his deep strokes and incredible body.

He cups your jaw, his face serious.

"This is the last time it goes down like this, okay? I need more of you than stolen moments in the shadows. I want to make love to you in a bed, to scream your name when I come inside you. Tonight, I'm telling Emily that our marriage is over."

His thumb brushes over your bottom lip, and you force a smile. You've never let yourself hope for more than this, so you have a hard time believing his promises.

If all you ever get with Miguel is the occasional secret rendezvous, you're okay with that. You'll take whatever he can give you.

Still, there's something different about the way he looks at you now as you settle in against his chest.

Something that tells you that maybe you'll get more of Miguel after all.

You smile to yourself and reach for your popcorn, content with whatever may come your way.

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The End.

#miguel galindo #danny pino #mayans mc #mayans fx #miguel galindo imagine #miguel galindo x reader #Miguel Galindo x you #mayans mc imagine

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getitinbusan · 4 years

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My top OT7 Smut Recs!

Fic Recs in a Fic

Much love to @noona-la-la-la @tayegi @softyoongiionly @fortunexkookie @gukslut @honeymoonjin @yminie for being amazing writers!

Jungkook arrived at his wardrobe appointment just past two o'clock. He never minded coming in, truth be told he had developed a bit of a crush on his Clothing Stylist.

Her pretty smile and contagious laugh frequently caught his eye as the fashion team stood together chatting and laughing. He wondered what they were constantly amused by, happy giggles surrounded them even after long days. They were totally off limits but that didn't stop all the boys from thinking about them now and again.

"Hey JK," she smiled sweetly, "I know we were just going to do casual wear today but your new suits just arrived. Do you want to get them all done now or do you have to be somewhere?"

Suit fitting day meant extra touching, she'd be running her hands over his chest and up his inseam. "Yeah we can get it done today, I don't mind spending some extra time with you."

"Great! I'm just going to run downstairs and grab them from receiving, I'll be back up in a few minutes." Grabbing the rolling rack she pushed her way out the door.

Casually looking around as he waited, he picked up the steamer and playfully shot it a few times.

Just about to see how hot it would be on his face, he heard the distinct sound of Jimin's "Excuse me!" Puzzled, he looked around, he was still alone. Convinced he was hearing things he went back to the steamer, "Excuse me!" It was coming from a phone...her phone...sitting there unlocked.

He knew he shouldn't look, he knew it was wrong, but when he heard "Excuse me!" again he had to look.

✂️ Noona: I just finished with Yoongi.

✂️ Noona: Made him a blonde and fuck he looks good.

✂️ Noona: I wore a low cut blouse, caught the dirty boy looking 🤭

Jungkook's eyes got bigger in disbelief, the Noonas talked like this...about them? He couldn't resist, he figured he had about 5 mins before she'd be back. Quickly choosing select all text, he copied, plugged in his own number, pasted, sent and deleted his message once he'd heard his own notification go off. Setting her phone back down, the anticipation of reading the messages had him both nervous and excited.

The door pushed open as she walked through it backwards tugging the rack inside of the room. "Your phone went off a few times while you were gone Noona," he said with big eyes. "Your notification threw me off a little, is Jimin your Bias?"

Her face went pale, that was the notification sound for her smutty Noona Group Chat, come to think of it he never really used the term Noona with her, what had he seen?

"No Kookie, I'm definitely 0T7," she dismissively laughed.

He held his phone in his hand looking at the text that was begging to be read. "I uh, just got a message from Joon, emergency group meeting, I'm afraid we'll have to reschedule."

Taking his leave he headed straight back to his apartment, he couldn't wait to read these messages.

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Laying back on his couch he opened the message. The group chat was called BTS Noonas and it seemed it was between the 3 stylists heading each department.

👔 Clothes Noona ✂️ Hair Noona and 💄Makeup Noona

Licking his lips he was eager to read on.

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💄Noona: ㅋㅋㅋㅋ I just found this online, I told you that outfit was an abomination! Even the fans are writing about it.

J Hope Flight 18 @noona-la-la-la

✂️ Noona: Just happened to find that online huh? You were looking up Hobi smut, admit it.

👔 Noona: Yes, I told him to wear it. No, I didn't tell him to wear it 2 days in a row without a shirt.

👔 Noona: This story fits...I asked him why he wore it again and he couldn't give me an answer. He's such a player.

💄Noona: I'd join the mile high club with him. I've had way too many dirty thoughts on those long flights.

✂️ Noona: So since we're sitting here waiting for them to finish shooting what else can we find….?

💄 Noona: Alright, I'll admit it...I've got a few saved. You know what Jimin does to me…

Jimin Fuck, Marry or Kill @tayegi

👔 Noona: Ahhh, poor little Jimin ssi, always so insecure 💔

✂️ Noona: No way, he is always the one who hits on me the most. I bet he fucks like there's no tomorrow.

💄Noona: Agree, when he wants something he gets super aggressive. But really FMK..answers please!

👔 Noona: Fuck Kookie, Marry Jin, Kill Jhope

✂️ Noona: Fuck Taehyung, Marry Yoongi, Kill Jin

💄Noona: Fuck Jimin, Marry Joon, Kill Jungkook

👔 Noona: So if Jimin is a switch let's talk about our little subs! I think we all agree on Yoongi and Jin?

Yoongi Sugar Plum Fairy Lights @softyoongiionly

Jin A Bonding Experience @fortunexkookie

✂️ Noona: And Dom's, we don't all share the same preferences. What I wouldn't let Taehyung do to me….💦 That boy is a freak in the sheets GUARANTEED

Tae Fun And Games @gukslut

💄Noona: But we all know Joon would be a first class lover.

RM Sexual Healing @honeymoonjin

👔 Noona: Is he though? He probably gets lucky by tripping and falling into some vagina. Not exactly as smooth in real life as in fiction.

✂️ Noona: OR are you just completely Jungkook biased? We all know what you're thinking when you're on your knees tailoring his pants.

👔 Noona: I'm not going to deny it! I may have gasped out loud the first time I "accidently" grazed it. This one seems accurate...

Kookie Vaunt @yminie

👔 Noona: Jungkook keeps watching us, maybe we're having too much fun.

💄 Noona: How exactly are we supposed to keep working now?

✂️ Noona: Break time is over ☹️ back to business. If you find any other good ones post later!

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👔 Noona: Fitting with my baby 🐰 today!

✂️ Noona: I've got Yoongles for hair and my best lacy bra on.

💄Noona: Fuck I've got nothing, have fun and report back.

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✂️ Noona: I just finished with Yoongi.

✂️ Noona: Made him a blonde and fuck he looks good.

✂️ Noona: I wore a low cut blouse, caught the dirty boy looking 🤭

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Jungkook couldn't believe what he'd just read. It was hard to imagine that these dirty things were running through her head. He thought only guys said, and fantasized about things like this but he couldn't deny he was turned on.

Clicking her contact name he sent a message.

JK: I'm sorry for having to leave earlier, can we try again tomorrow?

👔 Noona: Absolutely, I hope everything is ok?

JK: Never better, see you soon.

Jungkook came in smiling, knowing how she felt, he could flirt without repercussions. Passing him his first outfit he let his hand intentionally linger against her arm while taking the hanger.

"I'm worried they may be too tight," he let his hand fall over his crotch and he adjusted himself, 'Yeah, it might not fit."

He could see the thoughts running through her head as he used the same words from the story she had shared. A small grin formed on her lips and a blush creeped over her cheeks.

Getting on her knees to check the hem she worked her hand up his thigh, "Do you have enough room?" She looked up at him directly from her spot between his legs.

He grabbed her hand, "Don't you want to feel how big it is Noona?"

As she nodded he placed her hand over his bulge, "All you had to do was ask."

Virgin Jungkook Recs - My Laptop Died So I Used Yours

Taehyung Smut Recs - I Found Your Tumblr

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