#motivational boost with a suit

[rustingcat]

Supercorptober day 19 -

Suit

#Kara just really like the idea of Lena in a suit #and for her to embrace the idea that she is a hero and not a villain #motivational boost with a suit #supercorp #supergirl #kara danvers #lena luthor #supercorptober2022 #my art #supercorptober 2022 day 19 #also once again a really quick one because time is a bitch

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The Waiting Is The Hardest Part

Summary: A last minute decision to layer lingerie under your suit for an end-of-the-work-week boost has unintended consequences that, honestly, none of you mind.

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Jake “Seresin” Hangman x Female Reader [Hangster x Female Reader Polyamorous Relationship – Established]

Warnings: Smut, Filth, No Plot, Reader Has an Office Job, Bottom Rooster, Mature/Explicit Themes [threesome – m/m/f, face-sitting – f receiving, manual stimulation – m/f receiving, anal sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, lube] – 18+ Only.

Credit: unknown

Word Count: 2383

A sigh fell from your lips as you missed the keyhole for the second time, lazily sliding the metal tip across the face of the deadbolt – a bad habit which drove Jake insane – but you were too tired, frustrated, and impatient to worry about that right now. The key slid home and you gratefully turned the lock, pushing the door open to your shared home, nearly tripping over a discarded pair of khaki pants.

Clearly you were not the only one suffering from impatience this evening. You tucked your shoes into the front hall closet, locking the front door behind you, before collecting the pants from the tiled entryway. Heading halfway up the stairs, you found the matching uniform shirt with the name tag ‘Bradshaw’ still neatly pinned above the right breast pocket. Sinking your teeth into your lower lip, you continued up the stairs and down the hall to the primary bedroom where they had left the door open. You leaned against the door frame, Rooster’s uniform cradled in your arms, your breath hitching in your throat as you were treated to the sight of Jake pinning Bradley’s hands above his head, pressing them into the mattress as he straddled his thighs. He leaned down to deliver a searing kiss against his lips, making the man beneath him arch his neck in delight.

The pair of them were always a sight to behold, both at the peak of physical perfection, with the confidence to match. Tonight, was no different; Bradley stripped bare and writhing beneath a still fully clothed Jake, the long light of the evening glowing against their tanned skin. And to your never-ending amazement they had folded you into their committed relationship. Jake’s purr of your name pulled you from the depth of your thoughts and you looked up quickly as Bradley sighed in relief.

“Thank fuck…”

“He’s been a wreck all day.” Jake clarified for you, brow furrowed in a display of mock sympathy as you dropped the discarded clothing in the hamper and stepped over to join him near the foot of the bed as he planted his feet on the hardwood there.

He snaked his arm around your waist as soon as you were within reach, leaning down to kiss you warmly in greeting as you raised up onto the balls of your feet to meet him eagerly. You pulled back and pouted down at Bradley’s heaving chest.

“Poor Rooster…” You teased, but there was a shade of guilt to your comment.

Afterall, it was your fault he was such a mess, cock standing heavy and proud against his abdomen, glistening with precum. You had needed a boost that morning, some motivation to put on your suit and go into the office one more day before the weekend could finally begin, and so you had fetched a set of lace lingerie from the top drawer in your dressing room across the hall. An ordinary bedroom originally, your boys had converted it into a space just for you and your things when you had finally agreed to move in with them.

You had just finished securing the clip of the left silk stocking to your garter strap when Bradley had wandered in, clad only in his boxes, toothbrush still dangling from his lips. You supposed he had been intending to ask a question, but the words had died in his mouth and a dollop of toothpaste froth had fallen onto his chest as he had stared openly. It had taken a concerted effort between yourself and Jake to get Rooster dressed, fed, and out the door on time that morning.

Once Bradley was waiting in the Bronco, however, Jake had taken a moment of his own to slide his hands beneath the skirt of your suit and skim his fingers across the lace hidden there.

“You will be the death of us.” He had parted from you with a firm squeeze to the fleshy globes of your ass before heading to the base with his very needy partner.

The lingerie had done its job, giving you the will to get dressed, the extra confidence at work, and something to look forward to once you got home.

“Sorry I’m so late, my boss called a last-minute meeting on this file.”

“Fuck that guy.” Rooster growled, raising up on his elbows to drink you in, eyes raking down your frame.

“Why would I waste my time doing that when I have you two waiting at home for me?” You licked your lips as you shrugged out of your suit jacket, tossing it in the general direction of the corner chair that tended to collect stray clothes – once again to Jake’s chagrin – before sliding onto the bed beside Bradley.

Cupping his cheek gently, you pressed your lips to his softly in greeting, gasping as he was interested in much more than simply welcoming you home, tongue licking at the seam of your lips and seeking yours heatedly as his hands pulled at your blouse.

Distantly, you heard Jake chuckle while your felt his fingers work at the zipper of your skirt, loosening the waistband so he could pull it over your hips and down your legs. Bradley was not making quite as much headway with your blouse, but his hands hand slipped beneath the fabric to cup your breasts through the lace of your lingerie. You moaned softly against his lips, fingers sliding into his hair eagerly.

The bed dipped behind you before Jake began to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses along your neck. You craned your head to the side, eagerly offering the expanse of skin to him, sliding your leg back over his. You frowned against Bradley’s lips as the silk of your stocking met with the stiff khaki of his uniform pants rather than the defined muscle of his calf. Pecking Rooster’s lips softly, you carefully turned in his arms to face Jake, your hands reaching out to begin remove the offending fabric; no more than a barrier between your touch and his skin at this point.

As you worked at the buttons of his shirt, Jake took advantage of your new position to work your blouse off properly, finishing the work Bradley had started. Bradley, meanwhile, was inflicting delicious torment on the column of your throat while his hands delved between your thighs. He hummed in delight as he found the lace covering your folds damp with arousal, clearly pleased he was not the only one suffering.

Suddenly, unbuckling Jake’s belt seemed like an insurmountable task, your fingers clumsy as Bradley’s skillfully delved beneath the thin fabric, lazily tracing along your slit to collect your arousal before the pad of his index finger grazed your clit at last. You whimpered needily as your hips jerked forward, seeking more friction, while your hands yanked Jake’s belt open ruthlessly. He nipped your lip in response.

“Rooster’s got you now, hasn’t he, pretty girl.” He drawled against your jaw, and you nodded sharply.

“Fuck…” You whined as Bradley began circling your bundle of nerves, his cock pressing insistently at the cleft of your ass as he nipped and sucked along your shoulder.

The rasp of his mustache against your skin had you shivering and drew your nipples into stiff peaks against the lace covering your breasts. Jake licked his lips, pupils expanding to devour the green of his irises at the sight before him. Bowing his head to seal his lips over one tender point, he sucked a damp spot though the fabric. Your eyes rolled back in your head for a moment, all focus lost in a haze of pleasure.

The brief moment of clarity afforded to you when Jake turned his attentions to your other nipple was just enough to have you redoubling your efforts, opening his fly and sliding your hand into his pants. You began to palm his neglected cock through his boxer briefs as Bradley sank a finger into your wet heat, causing you to rock your hips back against his length eagerly. A chorus of moans filled the bedroom.

“Lift your leg for me pretty girl” Bradley murmured huskily against your ear, and you nodded, breaths falling thickly from your lips as you raised your top leg to tuck it behind his calves, providing him better access.

A second finger promptly joined the first, your head hanging forward until Jake slid up obligingly to kiss you deeply. You keened eagerly at the taste of him as his tongue invaded your mouth, spurring your hand into action past the waistband of his underwear to wrap around his length, fist stroking along him in time with the thrust of Rooster’s fingers.

Jake was still far too clothed but laying on his side and with you under Rooster’s onslaught, there was no way you were getting his undershirt over his head, so you settled for sliding your free hand along his skin beneath the white fabric, reveling in the twitch of his muscles in response to your touch.

“Fuck I wanna taste you, pretty girl…” Rooster whined, teeth running along the shell of your ear. “Can you sit on my face?”

Pulling your lips back from Jake’s you looked into his green eyes. “What does Jake want?”

“I just need to be inside somebody…” He swallowed visibly, voice rough and Texas drawl thickened by arousal.

“Does Rooster deserve a treat for his suffering?”

There was a ragged moan behind you in response that had both you and Jake grinning.

“Rooster in the middle it is.” You murmured, the three of you carefully disentangled your bodies to leave Bradley in place on the bed while you fully stripped Jake.

After draping his clothing over the chair, you started to remove at least some of your lingerie, but Jake quickly set his hands over yours.

“You look far too pretty to take that off, I’m sure Rooster can slide whatever he needs to out of the way?”

You looked over to Bradley who nodded emphatically, making your skin heat up.

“Far too pretty.” He concurred.

“Pretty as a picture.” Jake affirmed and took your jaw between his thumb and forefinger, delivering a knee-weakening kiss before guiding you up onto the bed to straddle Rooster’s face.

While the feel of Bradley’s mustache against your clit was transcendent, you chose to face the foot of the bed this evening, drinking in the sight of Jake as he came to stand between Rooster’s thighs with the bottle of lube. You wobbled slightly as Bradley pulled the fabric aside, licking a broad stripe along your folds with his warm tongue, having nothing to brace yourself against. He paused to ask if you were all right and you quickly affirmed you were, clenching your thighs to better prepare as he resumed his attentions.

Whimpers and praises fell from your lips as his lips sought your clit, lapped at your slick, circled your entrance. As Jake began to work Bradley open, he moaned raggedly beneath you, making you slump forward to plant your hands against his chest and grind against his chin slightly. Eyes locked on yours, Jake gradually added two, and then three fingers to Bradley’s silky warmth, stretching and readying him to take his cock, while he indulgently stroked his own length with his free hand.

“Like what you see, pretty girl?” Jake grinned lopsidedly.

“Uhn…you know I do…Hungman…” You bit you lip as his nostrils flared, his grip tightening on his cock briefly before he pulled his fingers from Rooster. There was a whine against your clit at the loss.

Adding a generous coating of lube to his cock, Jake shifted forward to sink slowly into Bradley’s warmth, making his head fall back from your cunt with a ragged moan. You watched avidly as Jake’s eyelids fluttered shut, his chest rising and falling with deep, controlled breaths. He slowly pulled his hips back only to rock forward once more, both men groaning hungrily at the sensation.

Bradley seemed too far gone, his task all but forgotten with each thrust of Jake’s hips, the only sensation between your thighs was pants and whimpers as he clung to your hips.

“Pretty girl come here…” Jake slowed his hips and beckoned you closer.

Mindful of Bradley’s limbs, you crawled down his body into Jake’s arms. He ushered you to turn your back to his chest, pulling your lingerie aside and guided Rooster’s cock into your entrance. Your head fell back against Jake’s shoulder as you cursed thickly at the stretch of his length inside you as you sank down onto generous length. Likewise, Bradley groaned your name and dug his fingers into your thighs, grinding up against you as best he could while impaled on Jake’s cock.

“Heaven…” He ground out.

“Uh huh….” You agreed, turning your head to brush your lips against Jake’s in gratitude before stretching forward along Bradley’s chest to allow Jake to resume his thrusts.

Each snap of Jake’s hips against Rooster’s had you rocking forward against his pelvis, grinding your clit against his neatly kempt body hair. Jake gripped your left shoulder in one hand and Bradley’s right bicep with the other, driving the three of you closer and closer the climax with each thrust as a sheen of sweat coated your intermingled bodies in the fading light of the evening.

“Fuck, Jake…”

“Bradley, you’re so tight…”

“Oh christ, yes…”

“Please…don’t stop…”

“Pretty girl I’m gonna fill that pretty cunt…”

Bradley’s warning had you clenching around him involuntary, sending him spiraling into orgasm with a harsh shout of your name as he filled you with hot ropes of cum, his cheeks flushed pink with pleasure, eyes clenched shut.

You shuddered at the sight and feel of his climax, arching your back with an anguished moan of your own as he pulled you under, your muscles spasming around him tightly. Jake huffed behind you, increasing the pace of his thrusts before he swore rather creatively, hips undulating as he wrung every drop of release from his body.

Once everyone was cleaned up and nestled into bed, Rooster still in pride of place in the middle grinning up at the ceiling in a haze of satiated exhaustion, Jake lifted his head to meet your eyes over Bradley’s sun-kissed, chestnut curls.

“Lingerie every Friday?”

With The Three of Us Masterlist

#hangster x reader #top gun smut #rooster x reader x hangman #hangman x reader #rooster x reader #hangman x rooster #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #top gun imagine #top gun maverick fanfiction

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Hi lanny! Could you provide a guide on how to get into working out? 💗💖

GUIDE TO STARTING TO WORK OUT

hi lele 💝☀️ hope this guide helps you w your journey!!

The first step to working out is setting goals related to exercise, not physical appearance. Avoid things like fat loss, muscle gain, smaller waist, bigger glutes and so on. 

While you can make this a separate goal, the reason why I don’t want you to associate it with exercise is that we then allow the way our body looks to dictate whether we believe the exercise we’re doing is good enough. 

Exercise and body aesthetics are two different things. Exercise is a means of nourishing our body, soul and mind, while body aesthetics is how ‘good’ our body looks. 

On that topic, I want you to stop focusing on your physical appearance when starting to exercise and I want you to start implementing a new mindset shift about your body. Instead of seeing your body as something to look at, appreciate it for what it can do. 

For example, your hands create meals, hug your loved ones and help you with essential tasks. Your legs help you to get around, especially to your favourite places. Your stomach helps with digesting all the yummy food you eat. 

Some goal ideas:

Lift 15kg+ 

Be able to do a plank for more than 5 minutes

Learn how to do a push-up

Be able to run on the treadmill for 30 minutes 

Gain more stamina and exercise for longer 

Moving on, set a time each day in which you prioritise exercise. This can be for however long you want and the times can vary daily. 

So, during this period, you are not allowed to do anything else other than exercise. It doesn’t even have to be a specific exercise either, if you’re feeling lazy and laps walking around the house is what feels best, do it. 

However, avoid obsessing over working out and losing yourself to exercise. This kills motivation, in exercise starts to feel like another obligation in the day and not a privilege. 

Now, you have to choose what exercise is right for you. I don’t believe you’re limited to one exercise, if you want you can have more than 1. 

Gym – Perfect for a mix of strength and cardio, however not the best option if you want to exercise for free.

Yoga – Tones muscles while also being a mindful experience. Low low-impact, but recommend doing it after cardio. 

Cycling – Tones the legs and the glutes, but cycling may not be the best idea depending on where you live. 

running/jogging – Strengthens muscles and bones, however, if you don’t have flat areas, may not be the best idea. 

Pilates – Improves flexibility and tone, while still being low impact (still may be challenging).

Weightlifting – Makes you stronger and boosts your metabolism, best done at the gym. 

There are plenty of ways to exercise that I haven’t mentioned here, but these are just ideas so you can research the ones that suit you best.

I recommend talking to a doctor if you haven’t done exercise in a long time, as that can open up the possibility of injury. 

Then, once we have our goals, times and what we’re doing, we need to exercise. Implementing exercise in your life is best done slowly. 

Start with simple, and smaller versions of workouts, even if you think you can do more. Do this for about a week, then try to extend yourself with something harder. If it is too hard, don’t be afraid to go back a step. 

Make it fun, create a motivating exercise playlist or watch your favourite TV show while doing it. 

However, the main thing about exercising is that every day you are not always going to feel like it, but that is when we have to discipline ourselves, talk to the mirror and say; ‘Me exercising is a privilege, I get to nourish my body because I love and respect it so much’. 

This was the best way I disciplined myself into working out. Treating it like a privilege and something that is very benefical, rather than a painstakingly challenging activity.

Or, instead, you can visualise what you would look and feel like if you continue like this for the next 5 years.

#becoming that girl #green juice girl #clean girl #wellness #wellness era #wellbeing #healthy girl #healthy living #strength #exercise #exercices #gym #prettieinpink #pink pilates princess #pink pilates girl #wonyoungism #pilates aesthetic #workout motivation #health is wealth

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Before the Bet

First of all, thank you to everyone who interacted with The Bet. Seeing reblogs, likes and comments literally made my week, I appreciate all of you!

It also boosted my motivation, so I'm back with a 5+1 prequel to the bet - It can be read standalone as well, but if you haven't read The Bet, check it out here!

This was meant to be like 2000 words max but here we are.

masterlist coming soon

Word Count: 5k~

CW// mentions of blood/fainting, stabbing, arrest, hospitals, mentions of child kidnapping/death, use of y/n, not beta'd

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5 times reader and Hotch hid their relationship + 1 time they didn't need to

5

The BAU rarely had quiet days. Whenever they cropped up, it meant hours of catching up on paperwork and emails, and even more so it meant getting to goof around the office without the usual level of urgency. In short, quiet days were nice.

You had spent the morning sorting through all the files in, on, or around your desk, hoping to clear up some space for the files that would surely start piling up again in the coming weeks. Old case files were sorted into one file to be moved to the proper storage rooms, while newer files were sorted according to date and case number, until you had an oldest-newest pile to work through in the afternoon.

Occasionally on quiet days, Aaron would offer to buy everyone coffee, and Emily and Derek would fight over who got to go pick it up. Today, was not one of those days. JJ and Henry had brought little Henry in for a visit, and with them came fresh muffins and cakes from the bakery near their house. A little after noon, you decided it was the perfect time for a cheap office-coffee refill, and a quiet time to sneak an extra muffin back to your desk.

The kitchen was quiet, with most of the office either holding off until lunch, or already sorted after their coffee break a couple hours earlier. You had just topped up the instant coffee when the door creaked open. You didn’t look up until a hand ghosted your lower back, and the sleeve of Aaron’s suit reached your peripheral vision. He leaned against the countertop, somewhere between beside and behind you, and you turned to face him. There was a smile on his lips, but a crinkle on his forehead where he’d previously been frowning at paperwork.

‘Coffee?’ He just nodded as you reached past him to grab his usual “no.1 Dad” mug Spencer and JJ had bought him one Christmas as a gag gift. You filled the two mugs, enjoying the closeness you often missed out on during work hours.

‘Dinner,’ He spoke suddenly, catching your attention, ‘Us, we should get dinner.’

You had had many dates over the 2 months since your relationship with Aaron had started, but every time he directly asked you out, whether to dinner or a movie, he always seemed unsure of himself.

‘You asking me on a date, sir?’ You teased, leaning against the counter in a perfect mirror of his position. He laughed, a quiet breathy sound that sent butterflies to your stomach.

‘Trying to, yes.’ Your smile grew.

‘Dinner sounds lovely, Aaron,’ Your voice had become quieter, but no less audible to him as you leaned fractionally closer. ‘Jack was telling me about the restaurant you went to last week, the one that had the dinosaur colouring sheets?’

He nodded thoughtfully as you slid his coffee towards him. He took a sip, before leaving the mug back down on the counter. ‘They had a great selection of colours,’ He said with a fond smile. You loved hearing him speak about Jack; the obvious pride displayed across his face whenever his son came into the conversation.

You were just about to ask if he’d kept the coloured sheet when the door’s squeaky hinges creaked loudly, and you jumped apart. Emily stood at the door’s entrance, eyebrows raised at the scene before her. Aaron looked between you and her, moving another step back as subtly as he could.

‘Thanks, uh, that eyelash has been bothering me all morning!’ You blurted out, voice just slightly too loud. You brought your hand to your face, wiping at the phantom eyelash as if to remove it. With a little more distance now between you, you were able to steady your beating heart. When Aaron made no move to leave, you picked up your own coffee, added a touch of cold water, and made a beeline for the door. You rolled your eyes at Emily as you passed, pointedly not looking at the kissy face she made when Aaron had turned back to the sink. Emily moved further into the kitchen then, but Aaron was already heading for the door, eyes following you as you sat back down at your desk with a muffin he hadn't even seen you grab.

‘Hey Hotch?’ He paused at the door, turning to see Emily with his coffee mug in hand, holding it out as if to offer it to him, ‘You forget something?’ There was an obvious teasing lilt to her tone, but he chose to ignore it, hoping he would be back in his office before the scarlet tint reached his cheeks. He wasn’t. He opted to instead hide his face behind the rim of the mug, taking a sip of the hot coffee. With one last glance towards your desk, he disappeared back into his office, and if anyone noticed the door shut a little faster than normal, no one mentioned it.

4

The knock on his office door alerted Aaron to your early morning arrival. He was used to being the first to the office, especially when the cases were stacking up like they were now. Since your relationship had started 4 months ago, you had taken to bringing him coffee on such days. He appreciated it.

‘Morning, handsome.’ You had a sleepy smile on your face as you stepped into the office. In your hands you carried two coffee cups. While you hadn’t spent the night at Aaron’s apartment, you knew he would be up early and in the office at a ridiculous hour. Where there was work to be done, he was always nearby. His shoulders visibly relaxed as you placed the coffees in front of him.

‘I don’t know what I’d do without you,’ He sighed, an equally tired smile on his own face. The hands of his watch ticked loudly in the otherwise quiet office, and a quick glance showed it was nearly half seven. You weren’t due in until 9. Hands now free, you pulled a chair closer, settling into it before picking back up your own coffee. You reached out and plucked a file from the desk.

‘A problem shared is a problem halved!’ You argued when he raised his eyebrows at you. The usual accompanying frown was absent, so you knew he wasn’t really annoyed at the intrusion, nor the cheesy proverb.  

‘Not when half of the problems are confidential.’ You rolled your eyes but conceded. The file was returned to the pile, and you moved to stand. ‘But the company would be appreciated.’

Your attempt to hide your smile was terrible. You blamed your tiredness. Aaron appreciated this time with you. Early enough that there was no worry about anyone seeing the fondness in his expression while you told him about your adventures in cooking the evening before, or the lovestruck smile on your face when he took your hand in his, pressing a kiss to your knuckles before returning to the file in front of him, fingers still intertwined with yours.

Well, no one except David Rossi. David who had come into work early to enjoy the peace of organising himself for the day before everyone else arrived. David who quietly closed his office door to allow you what little time together you could get at the office.

3

Weekends off were rare. So, when they came around, everyone celebrated. Team-bonding nights out had become more regular since Emily’s return from “death”. Friday nights before a weekend off were almost always spent together at a bar, club, or occasionally Rossi’s house for impromptu cooking lessons. Penelope and Emily often took turns trying to wing-man for you, and even JJ joined in after a couple drinks. Usually, you used the excuse of wanting to enjoy their company, but occasionally you called an early night to get a break from their incessant need to insert themselves into your sex-life. If you’d been single, you probably would’ve appreciated it. But you weren’t.

The previous night had been one of those early nights. Aaron hadn’t come out with everyone, insisting he needed to finish up some reports and to go on without him. As much as you’d enjoyed the few hours out with your team, you’d decided early in the night that once you’d had three drinks, you were going to go back to Aaron’s apartment and enjoy the rest of the evening with him. It wasn’t often that you had the apartment to yourselves on a Friday night, but Jessica had offered to have Jack for a sleepover. You wanted to make the most of it.

To wake up naturally, no blaring alarm clock or ringing phone, was a blessing. The room was lit by dim light behind closed curtains, and the only sounds were that of birds outside and the quiet snoring of Aaron behind you. His arm was draped over your waist, keeping you warm where his bare skin touched yours. Slow mornings were good mornings. You rolled in his arms until you were facing him, tracing the outline of his face with your eyes. He really was the most handsome man you’d ever seen. It was something you reminded him often.

‘Morning,’ His voice, though usually deep, was always deeper in the mornings, sending shivers down your spine. Your eyes met his half-open ones, and you leaned in to press a kiss to his lips. The only thing you loved more than spending the night with Aaron, was waking up to him the next morning. He chased your lips as you leaned back, swallowing your laugh as he caught them with his. Large hands encircled your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.

Swinging a leg over his waist, you manoeuvred yourself over him without breaking the kiss, earning a groan as you rolled your hips languidly down on his. His lips broke away from yours, only to reattach further down your neck, wandering hands moving up and under your pyjama top in their search for skin. You buried your fingers in his hair, tugging gently as his hips rose to meet yours. Moving one hand to the back of your neck, the other around your back, Aaron flipped you, positioning himself on top of you. He kept his weight off you with one arm, which lay next to your head while the other resumed its journey up your side towards your chest. He took a moment to look down at you, appreciating the view below him before he returned his lips to the expanse of untouched skin below your collarbone.

Your hands were half-way to tugging at his shirt when the loud ring of his phone broke you apart. Your eyes stayed closed, a sigh leaving you as he rolled over and off you to grab the device off the side table.

‘Hello?’ His voice was still breathy as he picked up the call, but you could tell instantly it was a work call as his voice became stern and serious. He was on the call for barely thirty seconds before you realised what a work call at 9am on a Saturday meant for you both. ‘Of course. I’ll be there soon.’

The disappointment at your ruined weekend plans was evident on your face. Aaron was already sitting up, stretching out sleep-sore muscles and trying to get the blood circulating back around his entire body. You opened your mouth to try and persuade him to lie back down, just for five more minutes, when your own phone rang. You didn’t need to see the caller ID to know it was Penelope, the unique ringtone she’d set for herself playing loud and clear.

‘Please god let this be a social call.’ There were nicer ways to answer the phone; you didn’t care to use one.

‘I hate being the bearer of bad news, but they found a body in Monogahela national forest, and its not looking pretty,’ Penelope said, an apologetic tone to her normally cheery voice, ‘But don’t worry my love, our resident Boy Genius promised to bring coffees and pastries for everyone.’

‘He’s really earning that genius title,’ You laughed, turning your head slightly to get a better view of Aaron, who was pulling dress pants out of the wardrobe and searching for a tie to match the shirt he’d already laid out at the foot of the bed. He held up two options when he saw you looking. It was very domestic, and you felt all the more disappointed that in one short hour, you’d be back to pretending you hadn’t spent the night - and start of the morning - between the sheets with him. Back to pretending that you weren’t planning to spend the weekend helping Jack bake cookies and cakes for his schools bake sale on Monday, and going for a run with Aaron before you tried to recreate one of Dave’s pasta recipes for dinner with Jack and Jessica. Back to pretending he was just your boss.

You looked away, trying to focus back on Penelope’s words as she explained the flight times and what you needed to add to your go bag. You were glad you’d put your spare overnight bag into the boot of Aarons car.

‘Fuck!’

Yours eyes widened at the sudden exclamation, head whipping back around to see Aaron holding his foot. You barely had time to deduce that he’d stubbed his toe before Penelope’s voice was screaming through the receiver at you.

‘OH MY GOD! Was that a man???’ You were at a loss for words, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation. Thankfully, Penelope had no interest in waiting for your response. ‘I thought you went home early, you sly fox!’

‘Listen Pen, I have to go,’ You said quickly, ‘See you soon!’

You pulled the phone away from your ear, her threats of finding out all the details later cut off as you hung up. There was a moment of silence, before you burst out laughing, clutching your stomach tightly. Aaron’s laugh followed yours seconds later, both of you revelling in the ridiculousness of the situation. Seven months of secrets and it was nearly all revealed over a stubbed toe. By the time the laughter had subsided, Aaron had sat back down next to you. You leaned into him, pressing a kiss to his exposed collarbone.

‘You know she’s gonna quiz me about this the entire flight, right?’

2

Cases involving children were always hard. After a week of searching and profiling and praying, the team had identified and located the unsub. Five missing children over six months. The latest victim, a young girl kidnapped from the local fair, had been the missing piece of the puzzle that led you to the unsub, but the team had been too late, arriving in time to catch the unsub wrapping her body for disposal. The arrest had been horrible, but sitting with JJ while she informed the victim’s parents was even worse.

By the end of the day, you were completely and utterly drained. You wanted to be back in your own bed, in your own apartment, not in a stuffy hotel room overthinking every decision you had made. Those parents wanted their little girl back. You tried to push the thought from your mind. After nearly an hour in the vicious hell of your own company, you dragged yourself off the bed, and down the hallway to the room you knew Aaron had. You had never been more grateful for the increased hotel budget allowing the team individual rooms on this case.

He was quick to answer the door, still in his suit, though his tie hung undone around his neck. He looked roughly how you felt.  His frown deepened when he saw you, standing with your arms around your torso, eyes red and puffy.

‘Come here,’ he said, already reaching out for you. No more words were needed as he wrapped you up in his embrace, holding you against him. The door swung shut behind you as he guided you further into the room. It was identical to yours, with a double bed in the centre, a small coffee machine and mug on the edge of a small desk, and a door leading into a small bathroom.  Unlike yours, most of Aaron’s belongings had been packed away into his overnight bag, gun and badge sitting on top of the open bag.

‘I hate cases like this,’ you whispered into his neck, letting the repetitive motion of his hand rubbing your back soothe you.

‘I know, so do I.’

You stood together in the middle of the room for a long time before you pulled back. Not far enough to be out of Aaron’s arms, but enough that you could look at him. His brow was furrowed as he met your gaze, face all full of worry and exhaustion. You reached up, running your thumb along his brow to soften the expression, smoothing out the lines. He leaned into your touch. Catching your wrist in his hand, he peppered kisses along the inside of it, following the line all the way to your palm. It was methodical, kisses following the vein as far as they could.

You looped the fingers of your free hand into the loop of his tie, pulling him to you until your lips met his. The kiss wasn’t rushed, or hungry. It was soft and gentle, anchoring you to the present, and away from the past two days. When he pulled back, he let his forehead rest against yours, eyes still closed. It was the moment of calm you had been hoping for since you’d first arrived. It wouldn’t solve all your problems, or take away all the guilt you felt, but it could keep them from overwhelming you entirely. After a minute, you opened your eyes.

‘I really should head back, my bags not going to pack itself, and I do not want to be stuck here any longer than I have to be,’ you said, stepping out of his space with much difficulty. You wanted to stay, borrow his shirt to sleep in and worry about everything else tomorrow, but your flight was early, and you really didn’t want to be rushing to get packed before take-off.

‘I’ll be here if you need me,’ He voice was almost hoarse with how soft he spoke, pulling you back in for one last kiss. You turned then, and left the room, pulling the door shut behind you. You still felt horrible, but the heavy weight on your chest had eased off. That was all you could hope for tonight.

‘Isn’t that Hotch’s room?’ You froze like a deer in headlights outside the door as Spencer’s voice reached your ears. You turned to look at him over your shoulder, hoping he wouldn’t notice the panic-stricken expression on your face.

‘Uh, yeah,’ You forced out, ‘Yeah he uh- you see, my shower wasn’t working.’ Your brain felt fried, but the excuse wasn’t the worst you’d come up with over the previous nine months. ‘He let me us his. Shower.’ Spencer blinked at you, and for a frighteningly long minute, he said nothing.

‘That’s nice of him,’ He said finally, lips curling into a half-smile, ‘Hey, Emily, Derek and I were going to go down to the bar for a drink, if you want to come?’

‘Sounds great, Spence,’ You mirrored his smile, ‘I need to pack, so I’ll meet you down there?’ He nodded, and with that he disappeared down the hall, and you took a deep breath. You’d have to tell them eventually, but not tonight. Not tonight.

You wouldn’t realise until days later that your hair had been completely dry, you had no towels with you, and your excuse had been ridiculously transparent.

1

You knew it was a bad idea to sit next to Aaron on the flight back, but it had been a tough case, and you couldn’t help but yearn for his comfort. Even though it had been short, everyone seemed to be feeling it. With Derek passed out across the couch, and Emily and Spencer focused on their game of cards, there hadn’t been much stopping you gingerly leaning closer to the warmth radiating from the man next to you. He acknowledged your careful closeness by letting the free hand not occupied by the case report drop to rest on your knee under the table.

The coffee you’d made for yourself after boarding had only increased your adrenaline crash, and you could feel your eyelids drooping even as you fought to keep them open. It was a losing battle. The soft material of Aaron’s shirt made contact with your cheek as you leaned against his shoulder. The muscles beneath you tensed, but not enough to wake you from the sleep that had taken over quite rapidly.

Aaron glanced down at you before back up at the rest of the team. JJ was nowhere to be seen, probably in the small airplane kitchen, and the others seemed to be otherwise occupied. When he was sure no one was paying any attention to your little corner of the plane, he allowed himself to relax. It was a needed comfort after the weeks work. His thumb drew soft circles on your thigh, and for the first time all week, he closed the case file and his eyes. Just a minute of peace, that’s all he needed.

The minute ended rather abruptly when the hushed voices of Emily and JJ reached his ears. He stubbornly kept his eyes shut.

‘Think he’d let the rest of his drool on his shoulder like that?’ Emily’s voice was just about audible, the teasing grin on her face clear in his mind even without seeing it. He thought about waking you, pretending it was all just tiredness, and moving on like there weren’t four pairs of eyes on you both. But he couldn’t. Not when your body curved toward him, unaware of its unconscious betrayal. Your hair tickled where it brushed against his neck.

Instead, he opened his eyes slowly, giving the onlookers a chance to turn away. They didn’t need to know he’d heard them. He didn’t need to know they would be continuing this conversation shortly after the plane landed. Dave, who sat across the row from Aaron, hid his smirk with his coffee mug, returning his focus to his book. With one last soft look in your direction (which didn’t go unnoticed by Emily and Spencer), Aaron picked up the case file and got back to work.

+1

‘Fuck.’ You were bent at the middle, hands on your knees for support as you tried to catch a breath. Derek and one of the uniformed officers were already hauling the unsub off towards a police cruiser. A second uniformed officer was searching the area for the weapon, which had been lost in the scuffle. You brushed off Emily’s concern, promising her you were just winded. Straightening up, you swallowed a wince as your hands ached to go to your stinging side. ‘Just, just need to sit for a minute.’

‘We’ll take care of everything here, why don’t you go with Reid, get checked out by the paramedics?’ You blinked rapidly as you tried to focus back on her words.

‘I’m okay, Em, really,’ Your chest felt like it was on fire with every breath you took, but you forced a reassuring smile. She didn’t look reassured. ‘Fine, mom, I’ll get checked when Reid’s done.’

Emily’s concerned look didn’t fade, but she nodded, and you turned back towards the line of black SUVs. Once she had moved off to help make a perimeter around the scene, you slowly walked back to them. Thankfully, the lights and sirens had since been switched off. You pulled yourself into the passenger seat, trying to pretend it didn’t hurt so much. You couldn’t be weak in front of your team. You’d gotten a shock, that’s all. You were fine.

 A wave of tiredness crashed over you as soon as you sat down, leaning forward to balance yourself against the dash. You weren’t catching your breath, instead finding it harder and harder to fill your lungs. A few more minutes, that’s all you needed. You tried desperately to convince yourself the words were true, but as another breath burned its way down your trachea, panic started to set in. All too suddenly, your FBI vest felt too tight, your arms heavy as you tried to tear it off. With a lot of activity, you managed to get it loosened, but as soon as the pressure was released, your head started to spin rapidly. You closed your eyes tightly, trying to dispel the feeling, but within seconds, a darkness had swallowed you.

It could’ve been seconds, minutes, or hours before a sliver of consciousness crept back into your body. There was a noise to your left, and you dazedly tried to turn your head, but it wouldn’t move. You tried to focus on the window in front of you, but your vision was swimming. Feeling wobbly, you tried to push yourself up straighter, tried to turn and move, and then there was a warm hand on your shoulder, pushing you gently back against the seat.

‘Stay still.’ The words were commanding, but the voice was laced with worry. ‘The paramedics are almost here.’ And then, more distant as if the owner of the voice had moved away from you, he yelled, ‘Where are the medics?!’

You didn’t remember much after that, holding onto the voice as you drifted in and out of consciousness. Aaron remembered the whole journey too clearly. Guilt crept through him, worsening the longer it took to reach the hospital. He was sent to the waiting room while you were rushed into surgery. With an abundance of time, and a lack of answers, all he could do was replay the scene in his mind over and over and over again.

The arrest was meant to be easy. With no victims in the house, and no wives or kids in the picture to be used as hostages, it should’ve been easy to disarm the suspect and bring him into custody. Instead, he had let you just close enough to him to grab you and press a small knife against your side. You’d let your guard down when he’d given up so easily. You should’ve known better. It was a tense negotiation, the point of the blade piercing the material of your vest as JJ spoke to the man, Derek sneaking slowly behind him.

As soon as the unsub was fully distracted by JJ, Derek had moved in. Tackling the unsub to the ground had knocked you down with them, your head hitting the ground with a thump. The knife went skittering off as the man’s arm collided with the ground, but with Derek’s knee against his back and arms pressing down on his shoulders, he quickly lost the fight.

Aaron wanted to rush to you, to gather you in his arms and not let you go, but the captain of the police department had already turned his attention to the growing crowd of journalists and bystanders trying to get closer to get the full story. Emily had already gone to you, so with an unconscious scowl, Aaron turned and followed the captain towards the tape.  

It wasn’t long before he was joined by JJ and Dave, as the trio attempted to subdue the now impatient journalists and horrified neighbours.

‘Hotch!’ Emily’s voice carried over the commotion to reach his ears. He turned to watch her as she weaved through the crowd of officers to reach him. Dave glanced at them, before redirecting the journalists in front of them onto another question, leaving Aaron the gap he needed to step back.

‘What’s wrong?’ He didn’t wait for her to come to a stop, the concerned look on her face clueing him into the fact something was amiss.

‘Its y/n.’ Aaron swore in that moment his heart stopped beating. ‘They promised they’d get checked out by the medics, but Reid said they haven’t been anywhere near the ambulances.’

A quick glance over his shoulder showed JJ and Dave gaining control of the mob, and he nodded to Emily, already striding away from the mass of bodies. She was quick to follow. Taking the lead, she headed back towards the SUVs, where she assumed you must’ve gone. She hadn’t seen you when she passed, but it had been a quick pass.

Aaron himself nearly missed your figure through the tinted windows, slumped down in the seat. His heart stopped for a second time that day.

‘Get a medic!’ It was his voice yelling out, but it sounded distant, even to his own ears. With the door flung open, he put his hand on your shoulder and shook. Your head lolled with the motion, but your eyes fought to open. You were alive. Feeling resistance under his fingers, he gently pushed you back against the seat, eyes scanning your figure trying to find the damage. ‘Stay still,’ He tried to keep his voice steady and calm, swallowing the lump in his throat as a trail of red caught his attention. The bottom of your vest was torn and a shaded darker than the rest, a small red trail leaking out from underneath onto your white shirt. Carefully manoeuvring you to a position where he had better access, he pressed down hard against the dark spot.

‘The paramedics are almost here.’ He couldn’t tell if you could still hear him, your eyelids fluttering rapidly. He leaned out of the car as far as he could without lessening the pressure, ‘Where are the medics?!’

He could see two people in high vis jackets approaching quickly, Emily leading the way. Two big bags and a stretcher was carried between the two, and it was only mere seconds before they were ushering him back and out of their way so they could assess the damage.

Whatever they decided, it wasn’t good. They removed your vest, and shirt, and by the amount of packing being shoved back into one of the bags, the bleeding wasn’t slowing. If he wasn’t so panicked, Aaron would’ve appreciated how efficiently they worked. It was only five minutes before you were being packed into the back of the ambulance. Dave had been left in charge at the scene, with instructions to come to the hospital as soon as everything was cleared at the scene and the precinct.

The paramedic in the back with Aaron – Thomas, as he’d introduced himself – busied himself with taking sets of vitals every 5 minutes, monitoring the pressure bandages around your abdomen, and ensuring the flow of oxygen was at a steady level. All the while, he tried to keep Aaron clued into what was happening for every step.

By the time they’d reached the hospital, you had a sickly pallor. You were rushed immediately into an emergency theatre. Once the doors closed in front of him, it took every ounce of strength to carry his body to the waiting room. He sat for what felt like days, before a nurse came to find him. In reality it had been an intensive two-hour surgery, and a thankfully uneventful recovery. On route to your room, he was given the news that everything had gone smoothly. Luck had been on your side, and the wound had missed everything important. It had only barely nicked a large vein, which had caused the large bleed, but had been easy to fix. It would be at least six weeks of desk duty, but you would recover.

Sitting at your bedside, Aaron gripped your hand in his, careful not to squeeze too hard. He was positive you’d hit him if you felt he was treating you as if you were fragile, but until you woke up, he would take that chance. With the adrenaline dropping and the relief flooding in, all he could do was hold on and not let go. After 40 minutes of watching for signs of you waking up, Aaron could feel his eyelids dropping. He didn’t try keep them open, instead shuffling the chair closer to the edge of the bed. You would be there when he woke, as he would be when you woke.

Which you did, just over an hour later. Aaron was still asleep, and you were careful not to wake him. If it took you getting stabbed to get him a few extra hours of sleep, you were making damn sure he got all he could. A nurse came into the room shortly after you woke, and Aaron slept through the check-up. It was your turn to watch him. Admiring the calm in his sleepy features, and gently squeezing the hand still clutching yours. The nurse had let you know he’d been there from the second he'd been allowed in the room. You didn’t need to hear the words. You knew he loved you.

‘You can see them now.’

It had been a longer wait for the rest of the team, who’d arrived shortly after Aaron had left the waiting room. Together they stood and followed the nurse down the hallway into a quieter section of the hospital. Through the open door, they could see you, attached to tubes and wires, but eyes open and sitting up. Next to you was Aaron. The spare visitors seat had been pulled as close to the bed as possible, and that’s where he sat. He was clearly asleep, given the closed eyes and steady breaths. He was leaned slightly towards you, head tilted down. With his sleeves rolled to his elbows, his tie loose around his neck, and his hair in disarray, he looked about as unkempt as the team had ever seen him. But he also looked calm. His usually furrowed brow was relaxed, and his lips forwent their usual downturn in exchange for a slightly parted straight line. Your thumb absentmindedly smoothed over the skin of his knuckles, and you smiled fondly at his sleeping figure. It was sickeningly obvious from your expression that you had so much love for him.

When you finally felt eyes on you, you looked up to see four eager faces greeting you just outside your door. The fond smile on your face only got fonder as they quietly piled into the room. The noise woke Aaron, who’s eyes immediately found yours. Pulling your joined hands up, he pressed his lips to the back of your hand, before straightening up in the seat. He didn’t drop your hand.

Surrounded by your family, you couldn’t help but think that really, you were going to be just fine.

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taglist: @michasia24

#aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #aaron hotchner x reader #x reader #reader insert #gn reader #y/n #bau team #5 + 1 fic #5+1 times

[beatrixstonehill2]

"Like my new work uniform? I bet you all just love seeing me go through this and be degraded into a simple office whore. All of my professors and former colleagues never miss the chance to like and comment on my posts since the company merger. I was the Lead Corporate Sales Analyst for three years. Highly respected despite my formerly huge breasts. We got bought out in a high-profile merger and suddenly every woman is demoted to being an office whore.

We weren't given any notice. We were lined up, forced to strip naked in front of the new CEO as he commented on our bodies. He walked up to me and put my gorgeous, natural 34JJ breasts in his hands. He squeezed them and fondled them, lifting them. I asked if they were to his liking. He smiled and said they were perfect. He asked me if I liked being so big breasted. I nodded a bunch and told him of course I loved having such big boobs. He dropped them, his grin widening. He called his assistant over, the only woman in formal wear, an Asian girl with a big pregnant belly in a skimpy skirt/suit combo, barefoot. He told his assistant to schedule me for a breast reduction, to tell the surgeon to make my boobs as small as he can. The assistant smiled, saying 'right away!'

I was rushed into surgery that day to have my gorgeous, fat jiggly tits almost flattened, taken down to an A-Cup. Totally the most humiliating part of this whole thing! Once I recovered I was given this uniform, told that my job is to walk the office, offering my body to guests. All the men have a bell they can hit in their cubicle or office, and I have to run around and tend to anyone who rung their bells, sucking them off or getting fucked. Whatever they want. No contraceptives, so we have to get pregnant and stay that way. The boss wants our bellies as big as possible, just as all women ought to be, he reminds us.

The girls that are too pregnant to walk are temporarily promoted to being toilets, put in the restroom to get pissed on or shit on, and we have to clean the men with our mouths. I'm already getting really good at drinking piss, though! Lots of my coworkers, er, superiors make me drink it when they call me to their desks so going to the bathroom doesn't hurt productivity. I can't wait until I'm massively pregnant and I get to be a toilet full time, at least for a while. Until then the goal is to take loads of fertility drugs so your pregnancy immobilizes you sooner. Just a fun way to boost morale and get ahead in the company. Not sure if girls are offered anything above toilet, though? Hmmm, maybe they'll ship us to a girl farm or sell us to a foreign cartel harem? A girl can dream, can't she? I guess you can say success is my biggest motivator..... Well, that and serving as many cocks a day as possible, of course! ❤️"

#breeding k1nk #free use kink #cnc free use #breast reduction kink #breast shrinking kink

[muniimyg]

kimi's comfort fics (2023)

note: these fics are pretty "old" since most of the writers are no longer active or the fics have been posted years ago.. BUT !!! some are recent with active writers so i would 100% recommend u check out their other works nd send them love !!! that being said, i did not link the stories but i did link the writers 🫡 this way u can check out their other works nd blog in general 💅🏼✨

nevertheless, they are all masterpieces that have heavily inspire my work nd personal life because i am delulu 24/7 <3 this list consists of my core comfort fics like... y’all don’t even fcking know how much i love them

‼️ for the most part, all of these fics imply mature content !!! minors dni ‼️

smau recs

@firebettercallnct

color of your shirt (kth)

cuffed (knj)

stay and cook (jjk)

stole your shirt (jjk)

went through your phone (jjk)

these fics were the ones that made me absolutely fall in love with smaus. smt abt the style nd way the plot seamlessly depict a beautiful and lighthearted aura... ugh, it jus gets me every mfking time </3 

@kimnjss

be my baby (myg)

cyberslut (myg)

kinda hot (kth)

cherry pickers (jjk)

plot twist (knj) 

i think kez is a mastermind nd i’ve always admired her constant updates nd organization! have u seen her taglist? BRUH i could never :’) these fics rlly made me feel BUTTERFLIES i don’t know how else to describe the way kez makes these works so fcking interesting every time

headcanons

@jungshookz

stuck with you (kth)

suit & tie (myg)

hellish (myg)

basketball!captain (myg)

baby, you can drive my car (myg)

beauty & the bookworm (knj)

these headcanons literally give the serotonin boost i need. they hit so mfking good nd the energy is jus 10/10

fic recs

series and drabbles by @noteguk

bad influence: collection (jjk)

any way you want (kth)

house rules (jhs)

for science (jhs)

let me tell u... these fics were a CULTURAL RESET. god bless them nd tHE WAY NALA IS BACK??? hello. i love u so much. thank u for creating such breath-taking stories with ur incredible writing... u’re insanely talented nd i look forward to more of ur work… like fuck,, i’m so shy rn 👉🏽👈🏽

series and drabbles by @yoonpobs

with you (ksj)

back-burner (myg)

ice skating and holding hands (myg)

cold (pjm)

i absolutely went ✨ I N S A N E ✨ for back-burner yoongi. i was literally taking an accounting class (which i failed nd i have never failed anything in my life) nd thursday aka back-burner update day would literally be my motivation to mfking LIVE. i love the underlying nostalgia in these works.. i literally don’t know who i would be without these fics (i’m downplaying how much i love them arghh)

series and drabbles by @1kook

skirt chasers (jjk)

netflix & chill (jjk)

dreamy (pjm)

absolute icons. literally so well written, it’s unforgettable !!!

series and drabbles by @h0neypjm

confident (jjk)

for practice (kth)

homie hopper till i die (pjm/kth)

these are the ones that... make me feel some type of way... like… 🦋⚡️❤️‍🔥 way… yk?

series by @floralseokjin

the devil wears armani (ksj)

crystallised saga (ksj)

please be naked (myg)

i think these fics stabbed me in the heart nd the wound never healed. that’s the best way i can put it... i love anything jordan writes but these... these are litereally the bane of my existance. crystallised has so much depth in it nd i honestly feel like i’m in the story with the characters.. i’ve never experienced desperation until i read the devil wears armani because wHAT THE FUCK... pbn is... yeah. let’s just stop here..... 😪

series by @btssmutgalore

nude (kth)

bicker (kth)

benefits (pjm)

🫶🏻 ok. we need to have a conversation about nude. NUDE HAS RUINED MY LIFE. yk why? because the same way it grasps my heart,, it breaks nd makes it new. literally. like mfker rlly said “whatever u say goes” bITCHJFKJSLS IM CRYING IN THE CLUBBBBBB 🫣

series by @personasintro

mutual help (jjk)

my tiny secret

i read mh while it was jus starting.. to see how much it progressed nd how many ppl read it now is mindblowing! my tiny secret was the first ever bts fanfic i ever read... so.... YESSSS

series by @gukslut

rattled (jjk)

oh my god. this has to be my ultimate comfort fic. i’ve never read something so original nd heartbreakingly beautiful. the gradual build nd the way each character experiences nd works thru their issues... chefs kiss... i read this fic at least once a month to remember what love feels like 🥹👊🏽

drabbles by @jeonqkooks

just friends (jjk)

angel baby (jjk)

the moon, and all the stars (jjk)

this is how you fall in love (jjk)

i always see jen sharing her thoughts on my work... but bro... let me mfking tell u... her work speaks for itself. i’m so in love......

drabble by @jungkxook

let’s play: dirty (jjk)

THIS ONE IS SUCH A FUN READ. i need it injected into me tbfh. i always reread it when i’m feeling down

drabble by @angelgukks

pu$$y fairy (jjk)

can not be beat. mfking love this drabble fr

i also want to take the time to express my deepest love nd thank u to the writers who have left this platform. to the writers who have moved on nd left us with memories of their work; ur efforts nd storylines will remain in my heart forever <3

i esp loved a lover’s kiss by @hueseok​ . 

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#ask muni #🌱: kimi writes #bts social media au #bts fic #bts fake texts #bts fic rec #bts angst #bts fluff #bts drabble #bts smut #bts series

[muchlov3ashley]

𝓐𝓵𝓵 𝓣𝓸𝓸 𝓦𝓮𝓵𝓵~ (𝓖𝓸𝓳𝓸’𝓼 𝓥𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷)

Au! Actor!Gojo x Singer!R

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(AN) Hello!! This is my first post! So uh beware ! Don’t Know how far this will go to but prob less than 10 chapter (also depends on if it does well) . Hope you enjoy ! 💋

Y/n an up and coming singer. Gets booked as a songwriter for a movie. Producer ends up loving Y/n for the role of lead actress. What could go wrong with a Costar!Gojo?

Fluff! Smut! Angst! Fake-dating! Enemies to lovers!

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𝓒𝓱1-𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝒾𝓉.. || Pilot 

“You ready?” Asked your manager Sarori. “Yeah just-.. very nervous.” You said swallowing walking towards the big filming warehouse. “C-mon Y/N, we’ve gone over the lines over and over, you’ve done some acting too.!” Said Sarori. “Well yeah but those were little roles, plus I sing not act, I only got this role because the girl who was supposed to do it broke her arm..” You stated. “Look when you’re singing you’re telling a story, now you’re still doing that just telling a story made from someone else and not singing..”stated Sarori opening the door to the film warehouse. “They director still kind off hand picked you! Don’t forget this will also boost your singing career!” Exclaimed Sarori. You nodded sighing

“Y/N?!” Exclaimed nonchalantly a man in a suit with slick back hair and a lollipop in his mouth. He looks young and good looking, wouldn’t mind him being my costar you thought.. “Pleasure to meet, it’s Kusakabe.” He said extending a hand for you to shake then extending it to Sarori. “The pleasure is ours, director.” Said Sarori. Oh. “It’s nice to meet you, thank you for having me in this project.” You said bowing down a little. “Your room is to the left, room 2 it has your name card on it, make yourself at home.” Said Kusakabe. “Director Kusakabe, is it fine if we discussed the plan for Y/N.” Said Sarori. “Sure.” Now you were all alone. “What the heck Sarori you can’t just leave me all alone.” You thought .

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Now you decided to go look for your room. Walking towards the left, you see a name card “Satoru Gojo” maybe he’s my costar? You thought still walking, finally finding your room right in-front of his. You left your door somewhat open just in case Sarori comes back. “Wow.” You said in amazement, everything coming to realization. You kissed your infinite pendant on your necklace. “I’m about to make my dreams come true mom, wish you were here to see it though.” You whispered.

You sat down infront of the vanity touching up your makeup . When you heard a voice from the hallway outside. “Suguruu, I can’t believe they paired greatness to a little pop star, this isn’t some broadway musical theater movie.” He huffed. “Nah she must’ve done something with the director to get the job.” He said. Your jaw dropped. “Can’t believe I’m going to have to date her-.” He got mid sentence when Sarori brushed pass him opening the door to your room “Y/N!” Exclaimed Sarori. Gojo peaking into the room. Sarori slammed the door shut giving Gojo a glare.

Your head was on the vanity’s desk. “Is it too late to quit?” You mumbled. “Y/N!” Said Sarori. You looked up facing her. “Don’t some silly playboy stop you from achieving your dream, after this movie he’ll be pointing at a billboard and saying that I can’t believe was in a movie with her.!” Sarori motivated you. You sighed letting a smile. “You’re right Sarori, I won’t let you down.” You exclaimed. Sarori gave you a thumbs up with a smile. “C-mon let’s go” said Sarori. You got up unclipping your infinite necklace just to be careful leaving it on the vanity table. “Goodluck dating him.” Teased Sarori. “Is it too late to take that out of the contract, will it really be that useful for the pr of the movie.” You huffed exhaustively. “Too late, Y/N.” Answered Sarori. 

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𝓖𝓸𝓳𝓸’𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥

Gojo walked inside to his dressing room. “Suguruu- she definitely heard me.” He said. “Gojo she probably did, and you need to stop being such an assho-.” Suguru said before being cut off. “Whatever.” Gojo said. “You know Gojo, this movie has been in a high demand, the book is extremely popular, you fuck this movie up and you’ll have a bunch of angry fans Harassing you-. You should probably apologize.” Said Suguru. “Whatever, whatever.” Gojo said sticking his tongue out, as if geto could see him. “All lot of people are excited about this movie, this will probably get you closer to that silly dream of yours.” “Okay dammit, I get it I’ll apologize.” Said Gojo hanging up.

The whole rest of the day of the meeting your coworkers day went fine.. Just hella tension between Gojo- and you. Soon came time to leave. Gojo went to his dressing room to grab his backpack and other stuff he brought with him. Walking out to the hallway seeing your room with a name card on it that read “Y/N.” “Guess I better apologize.” The door creaked open. “Huh, she must’ve already left.” He said walking towards the vanity when something caught his eye. “Hmm, An infinity necklace. What a weird coincidence.” He looked over to the infinity tattoo on his wrist, comparing it the infinity pendant on your necklace. Putting it into his pockets just so you wouldn’t loose it, in case you had some sentimental value to you.

“Hey gojo.” Said Suguru digging in the fridge. Gojo walked over to sit at the kitchen island’s stool. “Who gave you keys to my apartment?” Commented Gojo. “Why don’t you anything to eat?” Scoffed Suguru. “I just got this apartment, some of us actually have things to do Suguru.” Said Gojo rolling his eyes. “Anyways did you apologize to the girl?” “Uh-. No.” Gojo said digging in his pockets. Pulling out the necklace. Also putting his wrist with the tattoo out , for him to compare. “Look Suguru.” Suguru started comparing. Suguru started laughing. “Must be your soulmate or something.” Gojo just rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”

“Well I’ve listen to some of that girl’s music. She writes about love, heartbreaks, and some other stuff. Better be careful Gojo, or she’ll write something unpleasant about you.” Teased geto. “She has a good amount of popularity to, when it comes to lyrics and voice she’s very gifted-.” Once again getting cutoff by gojo. “Damn geto, so much praising. You might as well date her yourself.” “She still has to proof to me she capable of working with someone as amazing as me. At least she has the pretty face to make up for it.” “You think too highly of yourself.” Scolded geto.

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Half a month had gone by. Tension between you and gojo stayed the same. Causing the acting to be mediocre. Something has to be done about it.

Knock knock. “Come in. Oh-.” You looked at the figure with white soft hair and bright blue eyes through the vanity mirror.You were still somewhat pissed of what he said, but nonetheless your a people-pleaser. You turned around in your chair. “How can I help you Gojo?”. He stood leaning on the wall behind the door. “Look I’m going out to restaurant with a few friends, if you want come by, maybe a few drinks will ease you up? And get you to actually get your shit together and do a better job.” He said walking out before you could answer him.

You decided on going, after all you wanted do you best on this movie, this might ease up the tension between you two. But still you’re gonna confront him for being such a bitch.

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You arrived to the fancy Nobu type of restaurant with Sarori, he said he had a few friends eating with the two of you, so bringing one friend wouldn’t hurt. You walked to the waiter up front describing Gojo. He walked you over to the table him and his friends were at. You shook everyone’s hand and introduced yourself. Gojo himself nowhere to be seen. Sarori sat by a man with pinkish hair. You sat in front of a man with long-ish black hair named Suguru Geto. Remembering he was the man Gojo was talking to when he was saying rude stuff about you.

“Gojo’s probably hooking up with some random ig model-.” Spoke a brown hair girl Nobara, before getting caught off .“Gojo should be here any moment.” “I’ve listened to some of your music, you’ve got talent.” Suguru said with a warm smile on his face. “Oh, thank you, i’m pleased to hear, nice to meet you Geto.” You said with a smile on your face happy to hear the words that came out of his mouth, you brought out your hand take shake his hand. He grabbed your gently, going to place a kiss on it when, a bump interrupted it. You saw the gojo sliding into the booth

He started talking to the waiter ordering every one drinks, but he settled on a fizzy drink. You looked over to Sarori to find her flirting with a pink-ish haired boy. “This is gonna be a long night .” You thought. Mostly talking with Geto throughout the night. Gojo Barely said a word to you throughout the night. He was on the phone going back and forth with someone. He was heavily eyeing you though you didn’t notice though.

Before you’d knew it you were drunk. It was still somewhat early. But you wanted to go home. Suguru had already left, he had work in the morning. So in order to get your mind off the boredom and the anxiety, you drank and ended drinking too much. Sarori was still in a deep talk Itadori. You didn’t want to ruin the moment for them. Grabing your car keys. “I’m going home, call me if you need something.” You said. “Y/N you drank to much, let’s go.” She said getting up. “No it’s fine I don’t wan’t ruin the moment.” You said rubbing your forehead. Itadori nudge on Gojo’s shoulder. “Remember you owe me one.” Whispered Itadori to Gojo enough for you not to hear. Gojo huffed it would also be a good time to talk and clear up things he thought. He got up grabbing your car keys in swift motion “Cmon Y/N , I’ll take you home.” Said Gojo. The last thing you wanted , was go with him. But Sarori gave you a “please look.” You sighed “fine.” Walking out with Gojo towards your car.

You sat in silence the whole ride, putting on the gps to your apartment building. He walked you up towards your apartment. Now you were all alone with him.

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[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Noelle fluff hcs?

(Genshin Impact) Noelle fluff HC's

It feels good to be writing for Mondstadt gals again.

By the gods, Noelle will bend over backwards for her S/O.

Something needs carrying? No problem!

Need the entire house cleaned before the end of the day? Not even ashes will remain.

She's always motivated by the smiles of her peers to work hard, but her S/O's smile gives her some kind of power boost.

That being said, she's not ready for the type of requests S/O usually makes for her.

(Noelle) "S/O! Do you need me to help do your laundry? Oh, how about breakfast? J-Just rest? Um...Well, if it is your request, then I cannot refuse!"

S/O just wants this poor girl to sit down and relax for a few minutes.

To help her do so, S/O has Noelle rest her head on their shoulders, giving her a moment to decompress and ease her muscles.

It also makes her heart skip a beat when S/O does something for her. Cooking, cleaning, it doesn't matter.

The fact S/O even wants to help her out will mean more than they could ever know.

Noelle will become so flustered by the act of kindness that she won't be able to even look them in the eyes.

When it comes to physical affection, Noelle adores when S/O pats her head, the feeling of having her hair ruffled never failing to make her giggle happily.

In return, she'll give S/O the best damn hugs of their life, on account that her strength will almost snap them in half.

Before going off to work, Noelle always makes sure that her S/O is ready to go off on their day as well, adjusting their suit or dress to perfection!

(Noelle) "Aaaand, there we go! Have a good day, S/O, I'll see you when I get home!...Oh, before I go, is there anything you'd like for dinner? I can cook it when I-...No need? Hm, well, if you insist!"

#genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact headcanons #noelle genshin impact x reader #noelle genshin impact #noelle x reader

[tangerinesgirl]

The Hourglass

AFAB!Reader x Marquis Vincent de Gramont

Word Count: 1k

Rating: explicit, 18+, no minors

Warnings: smut, choking, slapping, denied orgasm, derogatory language, Marquis is an asshole, Dom!Marquis, Reader uses sex as a weapon, French swears

Summary: Reader is a manager of a hotel being deconsecrated. Think that scene in John Wick 4 in the Marquis' office but the hourglass is timing you having sex as well. Not a happy ending (well, for you anyways) and quite a dark fic. A few French swear words but I'm not a French speaker so I apologize profusely if they are wrong/the context is wrong. Please do message me. My first piece on Tumblr, so be kind! I have written on AO3 before though!

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Four guards escort you to the office of the Marquis de Gramont. You've heard rumours about the High Table but you've never had the honour of meeting any of them until today. They certainly made an impression on your hotel, threatening you with deconsecration with no solid proof that you've done anything wrong. This is why you're here. Since your grudge is with the Marquis and the Marquis alone, you left your concierge at the hotel, being useful and evacuating all the guests.

You brush yourself down out of nervousness, you have to admit you look good, I mean you do want to make a good impression afterall.

"Come", the voice says from inside the room. The guards open the massive double doors but don't follow you inside. The Marquis already has a handful of bodyguards inside.

Your heels clatter on the concrete floors, reverberating in the massive yet empty room, giving you a sense of power and femininity, a nice ego boost. The Marquis is staring out the window, wearing a very flattering grey three-piece suit. On closer inspection there are also small flecks of glitter. They catch the late night sun every time he moves. You thought you looked good but, damn. There's an hour glass matching the one at your hotel that the High Table so generously gave you, the blood red sands threatening to run out.

"Do you believe in rules, Miss Manager?", the Marquis has a very thick Parisian accent, you wish there were subtitles for this conversation.

"I do."

"And consequences?", the Marquis dramatically pours himself a cup of tea. He stirs in two spoons of sugar and licks the spoon, making direct eye contact.

"Indeed."

"So you don't deny you've been harbouring a fugitive?" It all makes sense now, you have no idea how he knows about John Wick staying at your hotel. There's bloody eyes everywhere. You can't deny helping Wick. You also can't seem to deny how attractive the Marquis looks right now. Or are you just attracted to his power? Or is it the suit? Maybe all three?

"Marquis, as much as I believe in rules, I al believe in second chances... and making amends", you step slightly closer and pick up the spoon on his desk, licking it in the same way he did moments earlier. His guards reacted immediately when you moved, unholstering their guns to point at you in seconds. The Marquis gestures for them to lower their guns, watching you the entire time, never breaking eye contact. He looks you up and down, your back arched and displaying your chest as you put on a little show, pulling it out with a soft but satisfying pop.

"Leave us", the Marquis orders the guards. They do as they are told. You were searched on the way in so they know you were unarmed. They probably also know of your ulterior motives and what's about to transpire, probably why they moved out so quickly. The doors clatter closed.

The Marquis taps the glass on the hourglass, the clink echoing around the room. "A lot of things you can do in an hour", states the Marquis.

"Come on now, give yourself a bit more credit", you lean over his desk to straighten his tie. He grabs your hand just before you do, "Don't think this will save your pretty little ass".

"You think I have a pretty ass?" is your take away. He throws you down on the desk, the cup of tea clattering to the floor. "Turn around". You do as you're told. He hikes up your dress and plays with you through your underwear. You let out a small moan. He stops briefly and you look back and see him unbuckling his belt. "I said turn around", he takes off the belt and wraps it around your neck. His other hand moves your pants to one side and he sheaths himself inside you in one fast motion, winding you. He's incredibly large, almost to the point where it hurts. You let out a gasp as he slams himself into you. He forces you down on the desk, arching your back for him. He grabs both of your wrists to keep them in place behind your back, still holding on to the belt. He slowly tugs on it as he thrusts himself into you. Over. And. Over.

"Such a slut, do you always offer yourself as forgiveness when you break the rules?", he babbles.

"Only for you, Marquis."

He swears under his breath, "fuck, I like it when you say my name... Do it again". He tugs on the belt again, the loss of oxygen turning you on even more.

"Marquis"

"Louder. I want all of the High Table to know how much of a whore you are", he removes the belt from your neck, and slaps it across your ass. You inhale sharply, shocked, "Marquis!" He does it again before suddenly turning you over to thrust into you again.

He grabs the end of the table for leverage, his other hand holding you down by the chest, playing with your breasts through your clothes. He feels even deeper from this angle, "I'm close, Marquis". Your orgasm is nearing, but just before you can come, he removes himself. You look at him, confused, as he strokes himself so he can finish. He lets out small moans and the occasional "putain" as he edges closer...closer... Then, he audibly cums, on your face, and on your dress. You're pissed, first you're denied of your orgasm and now your favourite dress is ruined.

He opens his eyes and tucks himself back in, grabbing and tying his belt, "Clean yourself up, fils de pute". You glance over at the hour glass, it's just about to run out. The Marquis catches your gaze and tuts. "Did you really think this would save your pathetic hotel?" The sands run out and there's an explosion in the distance. The Marquis grabs you by the neck and presses you against the window to watch. He grabs your hair so he can whisper in your ear, "these are your consequences".

#marquis de gramont #reader #reader x marquis de gramont #bill skargard #john wick #john wick 4 #vincent de gramont #john wick chapter 4 #marquis vincent de gramont

[sk-lumen]

That girl as a concept has become so popular in the past half year and it's interesting how it ties in with glow up culture. It's all over social media lately and it has garnered a lot of criticism as well, namely that it's just another way to pressure women into being something unattainable, and spending money to buy the pretty things within that aesthetic.

But I feel like that's such a simplistic way to look at it and massively discredits its positive connotations.

"That girl" in my opinion is just the epitome of the modern day glow up girl's lifestyle. It's about eating healthier, adding in a pinch of exercise, journaling, meditating, having a consistent morning routine that works for you. In essence, it's about improving yourself for your own sake in a way that works for you. It's fine if it doesn't resonate with everyone, it's not supposed to. Just like how the "hustle & grind" mindset doesn't resonate with everyone (and let's be honest, it has its toxic pitfalls if you're not careful).

Like any lifestyle or mindset, it's geared for a certain group of people, and that is, people that want to improve their lives and have the physical, mental, emotional (and yes, financial) resources to do so. Do "that girl" reels feature overwhelmingly white, skinny girls that are have the financial freedom or entrepreneurial spririt to have the time and tools to create such videos, and live such lives? Yes. Do these videos seem like a copy/paste formula of the same elements and aesthetics after a while? Yes.

But that doesn't take away from the positive message that they're trying to relay: you can change your life for the better. You can be a better you. You can eat healthier, change your routine to better suit your needs, you can work smarter/harder at work or your business, etc. It's meant to inspire, motivate, boost your imagination with ways that you can make better choices tomorrow. If you find yourself experiencing the opposite effects, it's simply not the thing for you and that's okay. Remember when I said that in order to thrive and bloom, you first have to change the toxic environment you're in which traps you in survival mode? It's okay to focus on other priorities (mental health, financial stability, etc) before even entertaining all these aesthetically pleasing 5-second reels of "how to glow up".

Like any trend, concept or idea, it's subject to the same pitfalls. You should always take anything you see on social media with a pinch of salt, a big dose of critical thinking, and as conclusion take away from it only what works for you, to your own benefit. If it doesn't work for you, don't do it.

#that girl #becoming that girl #becoming her #it girl #essays #lumen's essays #discourse #critical thinking #morning routine #social media #writings #articles

[archiveikemen]

『On-Screen Lovers』 Story Event: Chapter 1

Nagi

This is a fan-made translation solely for entertainment purposes with no guaranteed perfection. All original content and media used belongs to Cybird. Please support the game by buying their stories and playing their games. Reblogs appreciated.

Warnings and FAQ

One early afternoon, on my day off.

I found myself caught up in something unexpected.

(There’s nothing much to do today, so I guess I’ll take the occasional break.)

Rina: Oh, huh?

I chanced upon Sakura and the members of Gem Cuddle standing face to face with serious expressions.

Rina: Is there a reason why everyone is gathered?

Sakura: Oh. Thanks for your hard work, Kawanaga.

Sakura: We were just discussing Nagi’s work matters.

Hitaki: Actually, Nagi received a casting offer to star in a movie.

Rina: A casting offer…!?

Miu: For the lead role in a romance movie.

Nagi’s name was indeed indicated in the proposal.

“An unpopular young dancer becomes a global superstar while earnestly dealing with conflicts in love and friendship”...

The plot seemed to suit Nagi well.

However, Nagi’s facial expression was unexpectedly grim.

Nagi: I can’t act to save my life, no way I’m starring in a movie.

Miu: Geez, you’ve been saying that for a while now! Didn’t take acting lessons?

Miu: It’ll be fine once you get used to it, so just accept the offer.

Nagi: You’re only able to say that because it’s not your business. In the first place, I’m an idol.

Nagi: We have a live performance coming up, I should be spending my time preparing for that.

(Nagi is very passionate about dancing, so it’s understandable he wants to focus on practising for the upcoming live performance).

Sakura: Hmm, I understand how you feel, but…

Sakura muttered with a troubled look.

Sakura: It’s already been decided that Gem Cuddle will sing the theme song for this movie.

Sakura: It would make the fans happy if Nagi were to be chosen as the lead actor, thus giving a boost to the movie’s publicity.

Nagi: …

(Could there be some other reason why he’s being so stubborn?)

That’s what I thought, but I could only watch their discussion from the sidelines.

Miu: Ahh– for good's sake! This is getting nowhere. In any case, Nagi, you should start practising your acting.

Miu: In that case, you'll need motivation. For example, you could do your script reading with her as your partner.

I felt a pat on my shoulder as I heard myself being mentioned all of a sudden.

Rina: W-Why me? I can’t act at all.

Miu: Eh? It’s easier to practise with a partner than alone, you know?

Hitaki: Based on the script, it certainly looks like this character has many interactions with the female lead. That makes Kawanaga a suitable partner for script reading.

(Huh!? Hitaki too.)

Nagi: No, hold on. This will become a bother for her too.

Nagi: Besides, this problem only concerns me. I’m saying that I don't want anything taking my focus away from the live performance.

Hitaki: We’ll support you in that, we’re not going to let you shoulder all the burden yourself.

Hitaki: Why don’t you try doing a round of script reading with her first? I believe it won’t be too late to decide afterwards if you want to accept the casting offer or not.

Sakura: I agree. Once you know the feel of the production, you’ll be able to consider it in a more positive light.

Seeing the hopefulness in Sakura’s facial expression made me feel an urge to lend a hand despite my discomfort.

(I’d be glad if Nagi would accept the offer. In that case…)

Rina: I understand. If I’m really suitable for the task, I’ll do it.

…

Nagi and I moved to the lesson room to do script reading.

(I wonder if Nagi’s upset about being forced into this…)

Nagi: Oi.

Rina: Yes?!

Nagi: … I’m sorry for dragging you into this mess.

Rina: Oh, no… I was just worried that I might’ve disregarded your boundaries.

Rina: I accepted the task, so I’ll do my best to help your acting practice go smoothly.

Nagi responded with an “okay” when I looked up at him with determination.

Nagi: I was too stubborn. I’m going to properly take this challenge, and I’ll be counting on you.

Rina: Sure!

We checked through the script and picked a good scene to practise.

The scene we picked was “the protagonist’s childhood friend, the female protagonist, is complimenting his dancing”.

(This scene involves dancing, which is something Nagi has in common with his character; it seems like a perfect scene for us to practise.)

(But it’s also mentioned that the two protagonists in this scene were “as close as lovers”. That part is kind of embarrassing…)

(T-This weak attitude is no good. I must focus!)

I took a deep breath to calm myself down before turning to face Nagi.

… And so, we started acting.

Rina: The dance moves you just did were amazing! My heart was racing while watching you.

Nagi: That’s what you say every time, but there’s still a part of the choreography I’m not satisfied with.

Rina: You’re so attentive to details. But perhaps all that practising is what made you who you are today.

(... What’s this? The topic is dance, so it feels like I’m saying all that to Nagi himself.)

(Maybe that’s why I can recite my lines with ease?)

Nagi appeared calm as well, responding naturally with his character’s lines.

(This should go well without problems if we keep this up…)

Nagi: Goodness, look at you saying such things without a hint of embarrassment. However…

Nagi suddenly leaned forward and reached towards me.

(Huh?)

The thoughts flying through my head stopped the instant he moved closer, and I felt his warm and large hand gently stroke my hair.

(H-He’s… acting out the movements described in the script.)

My heart was hammering against my chest from the sudden contact.

I couldn’t peel my eyes off Nagi’s beautiful face that was right before my eyes.

Nagi: Your words never fail to cheer me up.

Nagi: That’s why, I’ve been thinking of giving you something in return.

Nagi: I wanted to tell you this in a cool way, but… at the end of the day, I really just want to be by your side.

(... Hm? There was an odd pause just now.)

Nagi: Can I stay by your side forever? Because then…

Nagi: …

Nagi: … Damn. I can’t bring myself to continue.

Nagi muttered as he moved away from me and sighed.

Rina: What’s wrong all of a sudden?

(His acting was going well so far. But… was that strange pause I noticed just now not my imagination?)

Rina: Um… to an amateur like me, I think your acting was very natural.

Rina: Even so, do you perhaps still feel uncomfortable with acting?

Nagi seemed to be deep in thought for a moment, before he slowly spoke in response.

Nagi: … I’ll be honest. The thing I dislike isn't acting itself.

Rina: Really?

Nagi: Yeah. The real reason why I was hesitant to accept the casting offer is—

#morganatic idol #ikemen series #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #otome #morudoru translations #morudoru story event #nagi #Gem Cuddle

[empirearchives]

Napoleonic Era Court Suit

Description from the Met:

By the early nineteenth century, menswear had become more somber in color and simplified in decoration, a direct influence of English styles. This suit, however, illustrates Napoleon's revival of extravagant ancien régime styles for wear at court. Politically and economically motivated, this revival was calculated to boost the foundering fashion-related industries in France.

#fashion #fashion history #napoleonic era #napoleonic #court suit #first french empire #french empire #19th century #france #history of fashion #historical fashion #1800s fashion #1800s #empire style #empire #19th century fashion #early 19th century #embroidery #embroidered #textiles #the met #silk #costume #costume institute #french #history #napoleon

[dazaii-osamuu]

—,, Society? Don't you mean yourself? ”

That came at the tip of my tongue. But I held myself back, reluctant to anger him; I couldn't find the motive to say it so bluntly.

I got my account banned again. Whoops.

But anyways, it's still me! @This user cannot be found!

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yippie small update out of nowhere bc feeling productive(?). not sure why.

//ooc;

heyaaa. first of all, this blog may contain some stuff like "dazai" shitposting of stuff I think he'll post? hence this rp blog is mainly unserious (like most of the time now) lmao.

secondly, I will be using some headcanons that are pretty well known and i myself thought would suit his character, so just bear with me lol. although my main ship is moreover an implied skk, there will be some other ships too, alr? some even done accidentally. anyway, in this blog, I try my best to not stray away from his canon personality in the anime and or manga. so fair warning, I might be posting about suicide, sh, abuse, drugs, etc., etc.(man is a walking red flag but ig this fandom is living at a time when colors weren't a thing in shows yet.) It will be tagged accordingly at most times—otherwise will be my fault. If not comfortable with any of those, please block me or those tags for the safety and wellness of your mental ability. Your sanity matters. No exceptions.

however, and lastly, I am a minor and eng is not my first language(which may explain my odd grammar). tho I'm fine w nswf, and somewhat triggering(?) asks like kys jokes, gore, violence—as long as it's not heavily explicit and is directed to the character! And for mod asks just refer to me as siyun w any prns, it's fine by me.

anyway, ask me anything! (or not, lmao)

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other rp blogs that I handle:

previously @pms-demonprodigy (I had to put him down)

@dazaii-griseoo

@raccoon-karl

@counting-ada-nikolais-days (not an rp blog but don't ask)

@idolindustrys-goldenchild

(eight more still in the womb)

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//boost >>> from the river to the sea

reminders or support >>> here & here & here & here

additionally, here

(most recent on twt but link isn't working. I'll try to figure it out)

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//timeline- not following canon timeline! to be much more diverse w interactions, and etc. so this can pretty much vary w to whom that I'm talking to.

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//anons-🪶𓍯, ryn

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//opinions about others- TBA

**note: only adding ones I've interacted with publicly here + not including ones that have been deactivated! also, I might've forgotten some since I've been talking to a lot of ppl. so not completely accurate.

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//self reflection- work in progress! (procrastinating)

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// navigation tags- fuck it I give up

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// habits-

insanity

every 10 new followers, release an intrusive thought

random stuff happening every now and then and post it as if this was twt

weird philosophical moments (prob bc mod is studying philosophy irl)

ruin chuuyas life span by annoying him

date/flirt on as many ppl as I can

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[babyboiboyega]

Not what I Heard (Matt Murdock x GN!reader)

A/N: Hiatus who?? Hiatus where?? Nah, just kidding; definitely still on a hiatus. I just got a very strange boost of motivation and wrote out this very short drabble that I think is really adorable

ENJOY THIS SHORT MATT MURDOCK, FLUFF, CUTE AS HELL DRABBLE I DID

Matt Murdock x GN!reader

Content: fluff, no use of y/n

Babyboiboyega’s Marvel Masterlist

Babyboiboyega’s Masterlist of Masterlists

It had slipped out, purely on accident; a result of hearing that Matt would be home earlier than usual and the excitement that it caused. You hadn’t even noticed the impact of your words until he had stopped, his eyebrows furrowing as his head tilted slightly. 

“What did you just say?”

You paused, directing a questioning gaze at him before replaying the words you had just spoken. The realization made your eyes widen.

“I…I think I said ‘I’ll see you at home.” You nodded once as if he could see you, and in an effort to make yourself more sure of the lie you had just come up with, you nodded again. 

Matt’s lips started to curl at the corners, and before long, a full blown grin was on his face. He pushed back from his desk, standing and walking around it until he stood right in front of you. 

You couldn’t have calmed your racing heartbeat if you tried; and even if you could, he’d have already picked up on it. Almost a year together and he still had this effect on you. 

Damn him and his charming grin, and his perfect lips, and his stupid suit, and his glasses-

“That’s not what I heard.” 

“‘That’s not what I heard’; well between us two, one of us makes it a habit to get punched repeatedly in the head, so maybe your hearing isn’t as good as you think it-oof-.”

In one smooth motion, he leaned back against his desk while grabbing your hands and pulling you with him. A huff left your mouth as your chest connected with his, but you couldn’t stop your own smile from forming.

“No, my hearing is just fine. And I know what I heard. Just like how I can hear your heart rate increasing right now.” He emphasized his words by guiding your hands to rest on his shoulders before letting his trail down your sides, lowering to your hips, and squeezing affectionately. Your eyes narrowed at him and the game he was playing.

“Matthew, we’re in your office. There are people outside.”

“Foggy and Karen went to get lunch. It’s just us.”

“That doesn’t mean I want to participate in this…delinquency.”

You lightly pinched his shoulder and he flinched dramatically, immediately easing your worries with the way his smile grew. Instead of pulling his hands back, he only pulled you closer until he could rest his chin on the center of your stomach. Without thinking, one of your hands raised and landed in his hair, lightly drawing your nails across his scalp. You may not have had his super hearing, but you felt the pleasant chill that raked his body at your actions, prompting you to continue with your motions.

“Delinquent or not, it doesn’t make any difference, because…”

His words trailed off and you furrowed your eyebrows. Your hand in his hair stopped, but all it took was a gentle nudge into the palm of your hand for you to continue.

“Because…of what?”

He seemed to be savoring the seconds between your question and the words he knew were about to come out of his mouth, but all the silence did was make you grow nervous. The look on his face could only be described as blissful, and anybody in his shoes would attest that “blissful” was the only word to describe this moment.

Matt was sitting in an amalgamation of sensations that emphasized your presence, something he could honestly sit in all day and night. Your signature scent that had a mixture of your soap and just a hint of his apartment paired with the feeling of your nails slightly dragging against his scalp almost had his eyes fluttering closed beneath his glasses. The steady rising and falling of your stomach made his slightly uncomfortable position worth it. But as much as he wanted to stay in the moment, he had to do something.

“Matthew Michael Murdock, because of what?”

“Sweetheart, can you take my glasses?” 

He could practically taste your confusion as you complied with what he asked, gently removing his glasses and setting them on his desk behind him. Your hands cupped his face and you let your thumbs rub across the stubble dotting his cheeks; a movement that was as natural as breathing to you.

Matt’s eyes radiated such a strong look of adoration and…love that it made your breath hitch. His smile softened.

“Just wanted you to see my eyes when I say…that I love you, too. More than anything.”

He didn’t need his sight to know that the smile that had taken over your lips was blinding in its entirety.

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Hope you all enjoyed this! Hopefully things will get to a point where my motivation is a little better and I can post more! I’m definitely continuing to write; but what I write is solely for my enjoyment, and I don’t exactly feel all that comfortable putting them out to the public.

What I can remind yall of is my other, other account (@finnlandiaaa) which is where I post what I write in my free time if its in “script” form (still have not found another name to call it). I literally only have one piece up on there, BUT it’d be cool if you check it out!

#Matt Murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock imagines #matt murdock oneshots #matt murdock drabble #matt murdock x gn!reader #daredevil #daredevil imagines #daredevil x reader

[optimal-living-lab]

Health and Fitness: Tips and Benefits

Health and fitness are two interrelated concepts that affect our well-being and quality of life. Being healthy means having a good physical and mental condition, free from diseases and disorders. Being fit means having the ability to perform physical activities with ease, strength, and endurance. Both health and fitness can be improved by following some simple tips and enjoying some benefits.

Tips for Health and Fitness

One of the most important tips for health and fitness is to exercise daily for at least an hour. Exercise can help you burn calories, strengthen your muscles, improve your cardiovascular system, and boost your mood. You can choose any type of exercise that suits your preferences and goals, such as walking, running, cycling, swimming, dancing, or lifting weights. The key is to be consistent and challenge yourself gradually.

Another tip for health and fitness is to eat the right foods and portion each meal. Eating a balanced diet that includes fruits, vegetables, whole grains, lean proteins, healthy fats, and water can provide you with the nutrients you need to function properly and prevent diseases. You should also avoid or limit foods that are high in sugar, salt, saturated fat, and processed ingredients. Additionally, you should control your portion sizes and avoid overeating or skipping meals.

A third tip for health and fitness is to keep track of calories and food intake per day. Knowing how many calories you consume, and burn can help you balance your energy intake and expenditure. This can help you maintain a healthy weight or lose weight if needed. You can use a food diary, an app, or a website to record what you eat and drink every day. You can also use a calorie calculator to estimate how many calories you need based on your age, gender, height, weight, and activity level.

A fourth tip for health and fitness is to be sure to get enough sleep. Sleep is essential for your body and mind to recover from the day’s activities and prepare for the next one. Sleep can also affect your appetite, metabolism, immune system, mood, memory, and concentration. You should aim to get at least seven to nine hours of quality sleep every night. To improve your sleep hygiene, you should follow a regular sleep schedule, avoid caffeine, alcohol, nicotine, and screens before bed, create a comfortable and dark sleeping environment, and relax before sleeping.

A fifth tip for health and fitness is to stay motivated. Motivation is the driving force that keeps you going despite the challenges and obstacles you may face. To stay motivated, you should set realistic and specific goals, track your progress, celebrate your achievements, reward yourself, seek support from others, join a group or a class, find a workout buddy, or hire a personal trainer. You should also remind yourself of the reasons why you want to be healthy and fit.

Benefits of Health and Fitness

Health and fitness have many benefits for your physical and mental well-being. Some of the benefits are:

Reduced risk of chronic diseases: Being healthy and fit can lower your chances of developing conditions such as heart disease, stroke, diabetes, cancer, osteoporosis, arthritis, and obesity.

Improved balance and coordination: Being fit can enhance your ability to maintain your posture, move gracefully, avoid falls and injuries.

Increased energy levels: Being healthy can boost your metabolism and provide you with more fuel to perform your daily tasks.

Enhanced mood: Being fit can release endorphins in your brain that make you feel happy. Being healthy can also reduce stress hormones that cause anxiety.

Better self-esteem: Being healthy and fit can improve your appearance, confidence, and self-respect.

Conclusion

Health and fitness are important aspects of our lives that we should not neglect. By following some simple tips such as exercising daily, eating right, tracking calories, getting enough sleep, and staying motivated, we can improve our health and fitness levels. By doing so, we can enjoy many benefits such as reduced risk of chronic diseases, improved balance and coordination, increased energy levels, enhanced mood, and better self-esteem. Health and fitness are not only good for us but also for those around us who care about us. So, let’s start today!

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[theambitiouswoman]

Hello, I've been following your post because you're so inspiring and brings motivation. I'm 28 but I just started to take care of myself I know I'm a bit late because I was depressed and anxious before. If it's not too much to ask can you suggest things to make my smell last longer and what are your suggestions like body wash. I'm not really particular on what are the things I should do when it comes to keeping my hygiene. Thank you so much 🙏

Thank you very much <3

Congratulations on prioritizing your self-care! It's never too late to focus on your well-being, and it's commendable that you're taking steps towards that now. When it comes to making your scent last longer and maintaining good hygiene, there are a few simple suggestions:

Choose a long-lasting body wash: Look for body washes that are specifically formulated to provide a lasting fragrance. Many brands offer body washes with scent-boosting properties that can help your fragrance linger throughout the day.

I don't know what your exact budget is but here are some of my recommendations:

Ouai, Necessaire, Aesop, Byredo

2. Use a moisturizing lotion or oil: After showering, apply a moisturizing lotion or oil to your skin. Hydrated skin can help retain fragrance for a longer period. Opt for products with subtle scents that won't overpower any cologne or perfume you choose to wear.

3. Select a suitable deodorant or antiperspirant: Use a deodorant or antiperspirant that suits your body's needs and offers long-lasting odor protection. Look for products with fragrances that complement your personal scent preferences.

4. Layer fragrances strategically: Consider using a fragrance-free or lightly scented body wash, lotion, or oil to avoid clashing scents. This will allow your chosen perfume or cologne to be the dominant fragrance and last longer on your skin. Remember to keep your perfumes away from direct sunlight as it could alter the fragrance and reduce its longevity.

5. Hormonal changes: Hormones can influence your natural scent. Hormonal imbalances can cause changes in body odor. Make sure you are ingesting the proper foods and taking supplements. Typically Chlorophyll, Magnesium and B vitamins are used to help with this.

Remember that personal hygiene goes beyond scent. Regularly washing your body, including all areas, is important for overall cleanliness. Additionally, maintaining oral hygiene, such as brushing your teeth and using mouthwash regularly, is essential for fresh breath.

I will write a separate post on more hygiene tips <3

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