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fitnessmentor · 3 months
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Flat Stomach in Under 30 Days: Proven Tips and Workouts
Achieve a Toned Midsection in Under a Month
Discover the secrets to sculpting a flat stomach in less than 30 days with these invaluable tips from Jeff, the expert behind Athlean X.
How to Achieve a Flat Stomach in Less Than 30 Days
Are you longing for a flat stomach but unsure where to start your journey? Look no further. This comprehensive workout regimen, spanning just 22 days, is meticulously designed to target deep abdominal muscles and foster a stronger core. Whether you aim to shed excess fat or already boast a lean physique, this program will propel you toward a flatter, more defined midsection.
Why 22 Days Matter
The research underscores the significance of consistency in habit formation, pinpointing the 22-day mark as pivotal. By committing to this home-based abdominal workout for a mere three weeks, you're priming your body for change and instilling lifelong fitness habits that can endure beyond the program's duration.
A Plan for Everyone
Even if you currently carry a higher body fat percentage, investing your time in this regimen holds immense value. While achieving a chiseled six-pack within the 22-day timeframe may be ambitious, the habits cultivated during this period can be transformative. Remember, it's the sustainable lifestyle changes that truly make a difference.
Nutrition: A Cornerstone of Success
While dedicating yourself to this workout plan, pay attention to the crucial role of nutrition. As the saying goes, you can't out-train a poor diet. To reveal your abs and attain a flat stomach, prioritizing healthy eating habits is paramount. Strike a balance between nutritious choices and occasional indulgences to optimize your results.
Discover the Power of Core Activation
The beauty of this program lies in its focus on activating the often-neglected muscles of the transverse abdominis and pelvic floor. Strengthening these core muscles tightens your waistline and enhances overall stability, even at rest.
A Step-by-Step Guide to Success
Divided into three phases spanning seven days each, this 22-day plan gradually builds core strength and control. Let's explore each phase in detail:
Phase 1: Foundational Static Holds (Days 1-7)
During the initial week, emphasis is placed on mastering static holds to engage and activate deep core muscles effectively. Perform the following exercises mindfully, focusing on precise muscle activation:
Static Supine TA Hold
Static Hollow TA Hold
Static V-Sit TA Hold
Static Plank TA Hold
Static Elevated Plank TA Hold
Static Kneeling TA Hold
Static Standing TA Hold
Phase 2: Dynamic Movement (Days 8-14)
In the second week, dynamic movements are introduced to further enhance core strength and stability. These exercises add a new dimension of challenge to your core muscles:
Supine Flutters
Hollow Rocks
V-Sit Drifts
Plank Step Outs
Knee Drives
Kneeling Walkouts
Standing Walkouts
Phase 3: Refinement (Days 15-22)
As you enter the final stretch of the program, the focus shifts to refining your technique and maximizing core engagement. Decrease the number of static holds while increasing the intensity and duration of dynamic movements:
Static exercises: 10 reps x 20 seconds
Dynamic exercises: 5 reps x 20 seconds
Commit to this structured plan; in less than a month, you'll be well on your way to achieving the flat stomach you've always desired.
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freeonlineworkouts · 2 months
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Eight Pack Abs | Are 8 Pack Abs Possible?
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femme-malewife · 1 year
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fitnessmantram · 9 months
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How To Lose Belly Fat In 1 Week To Your Boss, The Best Secrets How To Lose Belly Fat In 1 Week In this video, we show you how to lose belly fat in just one week. Our host explains that while spot reduction is not possible, by following a healthy diet, regular exercise, getting enough sleep, and reducing stress, you can significantly reduce overall body fat and see a noticeable difference in your belly. We cover the importance of being in a calorie deficit and the types of foods to focus on, as well as the types of exercise that will boost your metabolism and help you burn calories. We also touch on the importance of getting enough sleep and managing stress in order to achieve your fitness goals. This video is perfect for anyone looking for a quick and effective solution for reducing belly fat. With tips and tricks from our host and a clear action plan, you'll be on your way to a flatter stomach in no time.
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ddejavvu · 7 months
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hiya! i’m literally in love with your writing!
i was wondering whether you do another part of the cat animagus collection?
maybe one where no one can find where r is, they spend ages looking for her. when they reach the dorms or something she’s in a really odd spot that only a cat could get to
part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4
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After a thorough search of both the grounds and the castle, Sirius Black bursts through the door to his dormitory and looks wildly around the messy room. He sees Remus studying at his desk, James reading upside-down on his bed, several piles of dirty laundry strewn across the floor, but no you.
"Jesus, mate," James hisses, righting himself and looking bewilderedly at his friend, "What's the matter with you?"
'Gimme the map," Sirius demands, and when James doesn't scramble for it fast enough, he barks, "The map, Prongs! Y/N's missing."
Remus's nose scrunches, "She had a headache earlier. She's probably in her dorm."
"I've checked her dorm, Moony," Sirius resists the urge to sneer at the man, "I'm not stupid, thank you very much."
Remus doesn't appreciate Sirius's tone, no matter how restrained it is from what it could have been. He mutters something disdainful when he turns his attention back to his studies, seriously doubting Sirius's assertion of his own intelligence.
Sirius chooses to ignore it in favor of snapping at the map, the trigger words lighting it up in a coffee-brown display of home. His eyes flit to your dormitory first, finding it, of course, empty. Then the library, also devoid of your presence. The grounds show similarly none of you, and it's James who spots your name in their own bedroom, nose scrunching and raising his glasses as he points at the banner.
"Prongs, she's not- wait," Sirius huffs, shooting a glance at the corner of his room where you're supposedly lurking, "She hasn't borrowed your cloak, has she?"
"No, it's in my trunk," James shakes his head, studying the empty space of Sirius's bed and puzzling how you could be there and nowhere all at once, "Moony, is there an invisibility potion?"
"Not one that would last her since we've been here," He doesn't bother turning from his work, "We would have seen her by now."
"Well she can't just be there," Sirius scoffs, studying and re-studying the map like it'll admit to pranking him and showcase your real location in some hidden chamber, "Has anyone been in the closet today?"
"You think your girlfriend is hiding in the closet?" Remus verifies, once more not dignifying Sirius with a glance. It aggravates him, but he withholds from swatting Remus upside the head.
"Well, Moony, she can't have just disappeared, can she? She's gotta be in here somewhere, or else this map is shoddy. And I made it myself, so..." Sirius clenches the parchment in his fingers, grip too-tight and bruising it like skin. His eyes catch an old, out-of-use beater's bat that's protruding from the end of his bed and his words catch in his throat, silencing what would have been a very boastful statement about his magical craftsmanship.
"Hang on," He shoves the map at James, who smooths out its wrinkles with a grimace. Sirius darts for the end of his bed, reaching a tentative hand beneath it until his fingers meet soft fur and the blood rush of a beating heart.
"Gotcha," Sirius hums, peering beneath the space and, though his eyes have to strain in the little light offered by the rest of the room, he discerns that you've managed to wriggle your way into an old jumper of his; likely why you haven't heard their bickering.
"C'mere, darling," He croons, flat on his stomach as he gently pulls you out of the space. Your head comes uncovered and you wake with a start, but he's got a firm enough grip on your furry belly that you can't wriggle away from him.
"You gave me quite a scare," Sirius's tone should be admonishing like his words, but it's light and airy with mirth, "And a lot of exercise, darling. I was running up and down the grounds looking for you."
You knock your face against his in a love-warm apology, the fur lining your features ticklish to his slightly sweaty skin. He feels the stress of the hunt melt off of his muscles as he plants himself permanently on the floor, letting you curl yourself up again, this time against his face.
He should pick you up and move to his bed. He should give his sore body some reprieve on the mattress, but you look so perfectly coiled on the floor that moving you would be a sin. So he gets as comfortable as possible with his bony arm beneath his head, and lets your purrs pulse through his body and lull him into the same sleep that comes so easily to you in this feline form.
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teeshealthlounge · 2 years
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Flat Tummy Smoothie for weight loss
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massacredkitty · 2 months
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gurl the idea of Ellie taking you for a jog as an excuse to gill u up with water. making sure u stop to drink plenty during the jog and definitely after. I just know once r has drank enough, Ellie would pushing push on r's tummy and twase them. "You gonna piss urself babe? really?" jusy push and push on r's tummy
...not nsfw but not exactly sfw ?? ౨ৎ
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"gotta stay hydrated, baby."
is what ellie said. what she insisted on, filling one of those obnoxiously big water bottles with motivational phrases to the brim and constantly reminding you to take gulps as you jogged along the neighbourhood together.
for your health, of course... stay hydrated...
you were totally fine at first. but the more you drank, the more fuller you feel. and suddenly, you cant keep up. you cant hold it.
you call out behind her, the empty street making your voice echo. "els, i cant anymore." you whine, slowing to a stop. ellie huffs a laugh that you fail to hear in your distressed state.
she halts and turns to look at you with a very unimpressed look.
she sighs dramatically, slamming her feet against the pavement as she walks slowly towards you, eyeing the now empty water bottle in your hand. "you giving up on me already?"
you groan, squeezing your thighs together in hope to ease the pressure in your bladder as you shake your head. "no, i just," you look around the, thankfully, still empty streets, and then back at her. "i need to pee..."
her expression is playful and unserious, and you just frown. "oh, you need to pee?" she thinks its kinda cute, the way you shift your weight uncomfortably and bite your lip.
her hand strokes up the side of your thigh, "how bad?"
"bad, ellie. can we please go home?"
she hums, looking down to where her fingers now toy with the waistband of your pants. "oh dont be like that, baby. we're getting our exercise, right?"
you dont realise that shes fucking with you, all you can focus on is trying to not to wet yourself outside— three streets away from home.
"just hold it."
you furrow your eyebrows, "hold it?" you shake your head. "i cant. please ellie."
maybe she would of if it wasnt so entertaining, took you home and watch you disappear to the bathroom like an honourable girlfriend. but wheres the fun in that? instead she lays her hand flat against your abdomen, pushing down on your tummy
your breath gets caught in your throat and you reach down to grab her wrist, the sudden pressure taking you by surprise.
you scold her, warning that if she does that youre gonna pee. you certainly dont want that, but maybe ellie does. maybe this was the plan all along— of course, that has yet to click in your head.
she just laughs at you, "whats wrong, huh? you gonna piss yourself, baby?"
youre humiliated already, your face rising in temperature at her teasing. you whimper, nails digging into her tattooed forearm as she applies more pressure on your stomach, no sympathy in her green eyes
you cant ignore or deny the warmth that floods your cunt, but you can certainly feel ashamed of it. oh, but youre confused. why does the embarrassment of soaking yourself give you a rush? why do you want to give ellie what she so clearly wants?
and how could you ever deny ellie williams?
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freeonlineworkouts · 3 months
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How to Get a Flat Tummy Fast Naturally?
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milswrites · 3 months
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Hobbies Part 2.
~ Azriel X Reader
Summary: In an attempt to keep Azriel away from Elain, Rhys sends him on a sabbatical to the Day Court. With a lot more free time on his hands Azriel needs to find something to keep him occupied. Unfortunately he meets Y/N who has the annoying habit of not staying away. Can she teach him that there’s more to life than he thought?
Grumpy!Azriel X Sunshine!Reader
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Warnings: Little bit of angst
The days all seemed to blur together. If it wasn’t for his shadows whispering in his ears, Azriel doubts he would even know if it was day or night. The time spent crying in bed at his situation had decreased. Instead, an empty feeling settled in his chest, too exhausted to cry anymore. To tired to spend any more time wallowing, despite the fact Azriel could have sworn he has never slept more in his life.
The food baskets kept on coming, though their arrival at his door weren’t announced by any more knocks. His shadows had began reporting their presence to him, making sure their master was taking care of himself. There was no lingering scent of vanilla in the air whenever he opened the door to snatch them in. Maybe Y/N had given up on him, signed him off as a lost cause and ordered some other member of Helion’s staff to drop the food off outside of the flat. Good, Azriel thought. Maybe this was for the best, to be left alone. That’s what he wanted wasn’t it?
And yet in the moments Azriel’s pain at his abandonment lessened, he would find his thoughts drifting to the woman he had met the other week. How was it possible for one woman to be so happy all the time? Maybe it was the spymaster in him but a part of Azriel felt the overwhelming need to find out more. Surely someone that gleeful had some hidden secrets or ulterior motives. Or perhaps Y/N was just an open book, heart on her sleeve, no reason to be anything other than happy. No trauma from past events or failure in the love department to make her as scarred and bitter as Azriel was.
He struggled to pull his thoughts away from her as he got up for the day to make breakfast. At least he was eating properly now, food a little easier to stomach as his emotions settled down. And yet Azriel still couldn’t escape the hollowness inside him.
The boredom he had felt since his arrival still remained. There were moments when Azriel thought back to what Y/N said and thought if only he did have a hobby he enjoyed doing to pass the time as the days felt longer and longer from his lack of activity. The sketchbook gifted from Y/N still lay open on the floor from when he threw it but Azriel had no intentions of picking it up and drawing. He wasn’t like Feyre, who could transform all her emotions into beautiful pieces of art.
In some meagre attempt of crushing his restlessness in the flat, Azriel had began doing the one thing he knew how to do best. Train. It wasn’t the most efficient thing training in the flat. He had no equipment other than truth-teller and a few other daggers. He hadn’t packed for a long trip, expecting Rhys wasn’t serious and would come and retrieve him after a week or so.
That clearly wasn’t happening, and so in effort of building a routine to follow, Azriel got back to training. He would wake up, do pushups, eat, throw his daggers at the wall imagining they were Rhysand’s face, eat, sleep and repeat. It was dull work but Azriel found a fraction of satisfaction from simply having something to do.
Yet another day had arrived and Azriel woke up, ready to start his now regular exercise when there was an enthusiastic knock at his door. He didn’t need his shadows to tell him who it was. Only one person could have a knock as annoyingly bubbly as their personality. His rage had simmered down over the past few days, a slither of guilt taking its place at the way he had treated Y/N during their first meeting, after all she was only doing her job. Yet Azriel did still have the want to be alone. Sighing, as he stood up from where he was on the floor, strong arms under him as he was set to do push-ups. She was probably here with another food delivery, just to check he was still here so she could report back to Helion and move on to another job. He would answer, so only that she could leave him in peace once it was done. His form of a feeble apology for the other day.
Azriel opened the door and looked down at Y/N, eyes immediately snapping down to her body.
“What in cauldron’s name are you wearing?”
Azriel snapped his mouth shut, not meaning to voice his thoughts. But what did she expect to hear when she had come to his door hair tied up in a ponytail, wearing only a pair of short leggings and a small, tight bralette, both the most violent shade of pink. Not a basket of food in sight.
Y/N grinned at his shock holding her arms out and sticking a leg forward, showing off her outfit. “You like it? It’s no Illyrian leathers but it’s all I had and I thought it would do!”
Unable to stop his curiosity Azriel replied, “do for what? I’ve seen prostitutes with more clothes on than you.”
“For training,” Y/N replied simply, smile still on her face unaffected by his comment, “need to be able to move around, right? I’ve never actually done any training but it seemed like the right thing to wear.” This confused Azriel, had she really never had any form of training? But then he reminds himself that females in other courts, even ones in his own, aren’t as lucky as the women who make up the inner circle, the only women Azriel really spends time with. Being able to fight is a luxury most women aren’t able to have. He swallows the lump of anger that builds in his throat at the thought of yet another woman unjustly treated by the system.
“So why are you here then if not to bring food” Azriel presses on, eager to finish up this conversation and head back inside before his eyes can wonder any more than they already have.
“I just told you silly. I’m here to train. Well not here here,” Y/N leans to the side glancing past Azriels shoulder to the wall inside his flat, covered in holes left by his dagger, “I don’t think your poor flat can take much more. We’ll go to the grounds nearby.”
Dumbstruck, Azriel just stands there, mouth hanging open slightly, a noise of confusion unwittingly slipping out, all the while Y/N stands there smiling at him expectantly. “You said that’s your hobby right? Thought I’d try something new and who better to ask than you who’s surely had hundreds of years of experience,” her words were laced with excitement.
Wanting nothing more than to desperately get out of yet another annoying situation Y/N had forced him into Azriel looked for an excuse, “Doesn’t Helion have people for this kind of thing? Get one of them to help you.” With that he started to pull the door to, only for it to get stopped by your foot.
“Please,” Y/N begs, “I know you have nothing else to do and I’d really like to try this I just can’t trust myself to get it right.” Azriel wasn’t sure whether the batting of her eyelashes or the widening of her doe-like eyes was intentional or not but he cursed himself for falling for it all the same. The temptation of leaving the flat and the itch to get in some proper training after being cooped up for so long was overwhelming.
He stared into those wide, hopeful eyes and cursed himself. “Fine”, he relented, “Just this once.” Y/N squealed and for a moment he could have sworn she was going to throw herself on him in celebration, but thankfully she held her ground, instead rocking backwards and forwards onto her heels in excitement.
Already in suitable clothes for training and not wanting Y/N to see any more of the mess inside his flat, Azriel steps out and pulls the door too. Sighing he says, “let’s get this over with” as he follows Y/N who was walking out the building with a spring in her step.
It didn’t take long for them to walk to the training grounds, Azriel making note of where it was so he could come back another day to train alone. Thankfully Y/N didn’t initiate any awkward conversation while they walked, seemingly smart enough to understand that if she did anything to annoy him he would likely leave her and head back to his flat. Instead, she opted for her sweet humming that ignited something in his shadows, causing them to dance around their feet as they moved.
The longer he was outside in his thick Illyrian leathers, the more he understood Y/N’s risqué clothing choice. He hadn’t even started training yet and he already had an uncomfortable layer of sweat forming under his clothes.
The two finally came to a stop in the middle of the arena and Y/N stopped her humming to look up at Azriel in anticipation, “now what?”
“Now we stretch and then we move onto working on your balance” Azriel shrugged and silently began his usual warm up exercises.
“That’s it?” Y/N asked smile dropped and brows furrowed as she attempted to follow Azriel’s lead when it came to the stretches, “what about fighting or swords or… anything more exciting than that?” Clearly expecting to have a much more interesting time in the area than Azriel had planned.
Exhaling, Axriel extended his arm and lightly shoved Y/N’s shoulder and with little force necessary she went flying to the ground with a shriek. “Balance is important” he spoke, unable to stop the small traces of a smile that had worked their way onto his face, finding some joy out of pushing Y/N to the floor.
Now it was Y/N’s turn to huff as she dragged herself up off the floor and dusted the dirt off her new clothes she had just bought for this occasion. “Alright boring stuff it is” she said, and Azriel had to try ignore the strange tug in his chest he felt when he saw the determined grin that flashed across her face, rubbing the area to try soothe the senstation.
It wasn’t until their session was four hours in that Azriel realised she was hopeless. Y/N had grown bored of basic stretches and balance and had insisted they move onto footwork even though Azriel insisted she wasn’t ready. “What are you even doing?” He exclaimed, not understanding how someone could trip over their own feet a total of six times in the last five minutes, “there’s newborn babies that move more gracefully than you do.”
His insults did nothing to put you off from trying again. And again. And again. If there’s one nice thing Azriel could say about you, it was that you were clearly made of strong stuff. It beat him how you could be failing this miserably at training while simultaneously receiving insults he spat at you and still have a smile on your face.
“I’m getting there,” she panted, getting back up from the floor for what felt like the millionth time, “I’ll be able to take you on soon enough.”
Azriel smirked at this, “I doubt you could even lay a finger on me if you tried.” An endearing twinkle appeared in Y/N’s eyes.
“I’ll have you know, Azriel, I take challenges given to me very, very seriously” Y/N said as she lifted her fists and widened her stance in preparation for a fight. Azriel, took a lazy step towards her, cocky smirk appearing on his face, “bring it sweetheart.”
Y/N dashed forward and surprise flashed across Azriel’s face, he hadn’t expected her to be so quick. Intimately, it didn’t make much of a difference though as Azriel’s own quick reactions and hundreds of years worth of more experience allowed him to step to the side, causing Y/N to go barreling past him before skidding to a halt and turning back to face him. “Oh come on” she wined.
“Just one hit” Azriel teased, holding up a finger. Gritting her teeth, Y/N balled her fists once more, ready to try again. Just like the time before she ran right at him, only this time instead of stepping aside, Azriel grabbed her wrist as her fist headed towards his chest and used his strength to flip Y/N over his shoulder, causing her to land on her back on the dirt floor. Amusement filled his eyes as he glanced down at her struggling to catch her breath.
Accepting defeat, an exaggerated groan left Y/N’s mouth as she pushed herself up into a sitting position, rubbing her head where it had collided with the ground. And yet, even after being tossed like a sack of flour over Azriel’s shoulder, that unwavering grin was still present.
“Next time,” Y/N wheezed out, winded from the fall, “Next time we’re doing something I find fun.”
All Azriel could do was release a small laugh as he held out a hand to help her up from the floor.
After another hour of ‘disgustingly horrific torture no sane human would choose to do for fun’ they had both decided to call it quits for the day, and as Azriel was walking out the arena, satisfied at the day of training, Y/N called out to him that she would see him real soon, to which he only replied with a playful scoff.
It wasn’t until Azriel arrived home that he realised he had gone a full day without even thinking of Elain and how infuriated he had been by the situation he was forced into. And as he made his way to the kitchen for some food, stomach rumbling after training, Azriel couldn’t help but let out a small smile to himself as he thought about Y/N. Maybe this sabbatical wouldn’t be as bad as he thought.
Part 3
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ORLA I THOUGHT OF SOMETHING
perverted konig with innocent reader asking about his exercise routine so konig imagines reader being all sweaty with her tits peeking out of her shirt. and when he makes reader do sit ups hes like "you know how i make my sit ups faster? i take my shirt off." and readers just like.. okay :3
tw: dub-con (?)
you're too trusting and naïve, and könig's too disgusting and perverted. his stomach tightens at the sudden thought, a grin curling the sides of his mouth, how he's able to have you listening obediently, eagerly learning off of him and looking up at him for inspiration. :(
“take your shirt off, little mouse. it makes my sit-ups faster, dear...” and, of course, you listen so, so well, just like he expected. you lift your arms up, he sucks in a sharp breath at the hardness of your nipples, his chest rising and falling as you discard your shirt, removing it and freaking your pretty titties.
his eyes are locked onto your breasts the entirety of your training together, and his thick and veiny boner only grows, telling you that it's necessary for him to check your heart rate afterwards, one large and scarred hand pressed flat above your sternum to check your heart rate, the other hand groping and fondling your soft breast. :( you whimper quietly at his firm grip, panting heavily after an intense ‘workout’, leaving pearly beads running down your thighs, convincing you it helps your core.
könig encourages you to shower together afterwards, so he can massage your body and make you feel much more relaxed... :3
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rudrjobdesk · 2 years
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वर्कआउट के मामले में आलसी हैं तो फिट रहने के लिए बेड पर करें ये 3 एक्‍सरसाइज, मिलेगा जबरदस्‍त फायदा
वर्कआउट के मामले में आलसी हैं तो फिट रहने के लिए बेड पर करें ये 3 एक्‍सरसाइज, मिलेगा जबरदस्‍त फायदा
फिट और हेल्‍दी रहने के लिए रोज एक्‍सरसाइज करने की सलाह दी जाती है. रोजाना अगर एक्‍सरसाइज किया जाए, तो हम अपने बढ़ते वज़न को भी मेंटेन रख सकते हैं. इसके लिए सुबह या शाम के समय लोग या तो जिम में पसीना बहाते हैं या घर पर रह कर ही योगा और कार्डियो एक्‍सरसाइज करते हैं. कई लोगों को एक्‍सरसाइज करना कठिन काम लगता है. ऐसे में वे दो से तीन दिन के दिनचर्या में तो व्‍यायाम कर लेते हैं, लेकिन उसके बाद वे…
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Made with love (Alastor x Baker! reader)
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Description: Y/N invite their boyfriend Alastor to bake, of course he’s takes his own twist
This is inspired of a TikTok by @matineaux
Thank you thank you thank you @witchywriter18 for the idea!!
Warning: tooth rot fluff, established relationship, Alastor being Alastor, mentions of murder and cannibalism, polar opposite pairing
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Y/N and alastor had been going out for a little over a year. Y/N met Alastor after Charlie employed you as head chef claiming “the best way to the heart is through the stomach.”, even though their personal talent was baking she happily took the job. Cooking and baking food for their good exercises along with breakfast, lunch and dinner. Most of the food request were normal…expect one.
Alastor was a cannibal, so they couldn’t blame him, they tired to do what they to make him his meals…but he seemed to always be appreciative of their efforts. Cooking breakfast, lunch and dinner, Y/N was nearly always in the kitchen, after a few weeks of getting to know Alastor, he seemed to always appear in the kitchen, starting conversations which Y/N happily did even sometimes helping them prepare food, everyone knew he had a soft spot for them, after the extermination and Alastors brush with dead, made them not realize they liked each other. They were complete polar opposite pairing but they loved each other’s.
Both had their own responsibilities to attend to put always made time for eachother, if it be Y/N sitting in this little radio tour while he on air or having a conversation while you cooked. But Y/N’s favorite was their baking sessions. Alastor knew they loved to bake so he happily help them. Today was one of those days.
Y/N invited Alastor to bake with them after his daily broadcast, they had to prepare vegetables for tonight dinner during his broadcast, so they sadly couldn’t join him, while Y/N was preparing the baking tools and the ingredients, they felt a new familiar presence in the room, they smile and turn to see Alastor nearly looming over then due to his sheer height. “Hello my dear!” Alastor said happily to them as he kissed the top of their head.
Y/N smile at the show of affection, which in private was more than around the others. Alastor lend down to Y/N’s eyes level and cocked his head to look at the tools and ingredients. “Now what are we making today?” He asked curiously.
Y/N smiled putting on an apron, “Nifty asked for “cute cookies”, so we’re making heart shaped cookies for her.” Alastor somehow was able to smile wider at your words, Nifty was an important person to Alastor. “Sounds delightful? Where do we start?” He asked happily. Y/N knew he knows, the helped them bake cookies before.
Alastor love to help with the little things, if it be mixing cookie batter. Today since the cookies were heart shaped, Alastor was of course helped were is was needed. Once the two big pieces of dough was flat. Y/N open their knife drawer handing this a small knife, “you can cut a heart shape right Alastor?” Y/N asked jokingly taking another identical knife for themselves. “Of course my dear, I am a cannibal after all!” Y/N laughed at this word as they started to cut out little hearts.
After a bit Y/N was finally done, they slowly pealed off the dough around the heart revealing about a dozen of cookie hearts. “Done!” Y/N said as they threw away the extra dough. “How’s its coming love?” Y/N asked Alastor as they walked over to him. “Just finished.” Alastor said without batting an eye as he removed the extra dough. As Y/N peaked over his arm to see…hearts, but not normal hearts, they were human hearts.
Y/N batted their eyes at it for a moment before looking and seeing Alastors eyes. “Thoughts?” Alastor asked smiling wide. Y/N looked at him for a moment before smiling warmly. “They’re perfect..they remind me of you.” They said with a small laugh as they moved the cookies onto a pan and into the oven.
After they were done and cooled down. Y/N walked out of the kitchen with a tray of cookies, Alastor following close behind. “Ohh niftyyy~” Y/N Sang out. Soon Nifty was rounding the corner fast. “AHH, YOU MADE THEM!” Nifty screaming as she ran up jumping for the tray. Y/N laughed as they got on one knee showing her the tray of cookies, they were a mix of normal hearts and human hearts shapes. Nifty looked at them for a moment blanco faced before giving me a sinister smile. “THERE PREFECT!!” She screamed as she snatched the stray running away.
Y/N stood to their feet watching her scurry away quick before turning to face him, “she seems to like them huh Al?” Y/N said with a smile. “Of course she does!,” Alastor said with a smile as he took their hand, giving in a small squeeze. “You made them with love..”
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