#Set timer for 45 minutes

[the-valiant-valkyrie]

steam playlist is bumpin

[actual-corpse]

Spent about 30 minutes in the Jacuzzi.

Had to get out bc safety knowledge!

But!!

No pain????

[polarfarina]

Okay I do have to get up super early in case my clothes don't fully dry overnight and I have to go run them through the dryer downstairs before work. But. I think after all this frustration lately I deserve a little fun thing before bed first

[so-many-ocs]

practical writing advice

part 2

avoid writing in bed if you can. writing in bed is the mind-killer. writing in bed is the little death that brings obliteration. you may think "but i can write AND be cozy" you will get sleepy so fast. 98% of the time when i try to get a nighttime writing session done in bed i go to sleep. maybe 70% of the time if it's an afternoon writing session. also it fucking kills your wrists.

STRETCH before writing. stretch as many parts of your body as possible ESPECIALLY YOUR WRISTS! i have chronic tendonitis in both of my arms from not doing this and it is manageable but it is Not Fun!

plug your phone in on the other side of the room. better yet, plug it in and leave it in another room. better yet, power it off and leave it in another room. "i'll just check one quick thing" do not underestimate the power of the doomscroll.

do a warmup. look up writing prompts (i like one-word prompts or prompts that focus on a general theme as it's easier to integrate into my writing style), set a timer for fifteen minutes, or ten, or five, and go ham. make it shitty or incomprehensible, as long as you make it. create a dump document for all your warmups. i currently have two novels in the works that started as one of these fifteen minute little warmups.

pick your background noise ahead of time if you use it, and look for something long. i listen to 3-hour-long silent hill ambient mixes on youtube dot com.

take breaks. around every 45 minutes, as i'm noticing myself begin to lose focus, i get up, grab a drink, get my blood flowing, and give myself some space to breathe.

sometimes i sit down to write and i think "every atom in my body is averse to doing this right now. i would rather dance barefoot on a bed of nails than open my laptop and start typing." and you know what i do? i go do something else instead. don't force it! it will become a chore.

that being said! write as often as possible. try to write every day. try to write at the same time. don't beat yourself up if you can’t, BUT the more often you write, the more often you'll want to write.

if you're stuck on a scene or a page or a chapter, go back to the last place where you felt like you knew what you were doing and start writing from there. keep a copy of your other writing in case you want to reuse it or refer back!

i don't know if this is something that will be helpful for other people but i start mentally preparing myself for my writing session a few hours ahead of time. i will say to myself, "today, at this time, i'm gonna sit down and write that scene where mina walks out on her book club, and it's going to be awesome and i'm looking forward to it." then, by the time i actually begin, i basically have the whole thing written out in my head and can just put it down to paper. it's a good way to at least kickstart the session !

ok thanks bye

[funwithbondage]

At an erotic event, all visitors can volunteer to experience bondage, and can get tied up to an at Andrew’s Cross.

But the experience has a little risk. A visitor can start a timer, once the timer starts the person stays tied up until the timer hits zero. To start the timer $75 has to be paid. But then all visitors can add time: 5 extra minutes for $5

But with every 30 minutes: 1 piece of clothing is getting cut off.

So far many people have experienced being tied up for 10 minutes and got released because no one has started the timer.

A little group of young adults are and the girls are trying to convince a person who is watching to be the next one: “ don’t worry, we can help you preventing that someone else will start the timer, we just ask them to wait until we are tied up. So do you dare?”

The person gets tied up, but in 2 minutes those girls start the timer, and the group start adding time which sets the timer on 45 minutes, and the first piece of clothing is cut off. That person realises now that they tricked her/him. And has 4 pieces of clothing left. This means if the timer hits 2,5 hours, that person will be naked. (And didn’t bring spare clothes).

Than the group asked you:

[smartgirrl]

dealing with study burnout

it’s that moment when the textbooks, notes, and exams start to feel overwhelming. what can you do to avoid study burnout?

take regular breaks -> follow the pomodoro technique or take short breaks every 45-60 minutes.

set realistic goals -> break your study sessions into smaller, manageable tasks.

instead of cramming an entire chapter in one sitting, focus on mastering one section at a time.

mix up your study routine -> alternate between reading, writing, watching videos, or using flashcards.

practice self-care -> get enough sleep, stay hydrated (~72 oz), and eat nourishing foods. incorporate exercise, whether it's a quick walk, or a gym session.

know when to step back -> taking a break occasionally will help you return to your studies feeling refreshed and ready to focus.

practice mindfulness -> try practicing meditation to calm your mind. even a 5-minute session can help you reset mentally and emotionally.

headspace - a great guided meditation app, the only con is the pricing

here are some good free alternatives tho:

insight timer

runner

medito

connect with others -> even a quick chat about how you’re feeling can make a huge difference in your mood and motivation.

celebrate small wins -> don’t wait until you’ve finished a whole subject to feel accomplished.

celebrate the small victories—whether it’s finishing a section, acing a practice quiz, or just sticking to your study plan for the day.

adjust your expectations -> if things don’t go exactly to plan, don’t beat yourself up. adjust your expectations and keep moving forward.

take time to unplug -> unplugging for a few hours can give you a much-needed mental break.

I can guarantee that less social media makes my mood better, not just for studying but for social interactions. try making a dedicated time of the day where you step away from screens!!

[ariahasgone]

eight step guide on how to study (as a third year pre-med student with ADHD and a 4.0)

welcome to my step by step guide on how to study. i have a love-hate relationship with studying, but this is what works to get me going. getting started is the hardest part, i promise.

step one: prep your space. get a glass of water or coffee or energy drink and make sure you have everything you need out and ready. throw your phone across the room or just put it out of sight. you will forget that other fun things exist (like tik tok) if you cannot see it. out of sight, out of mind.

step two: sit at your desk (or table or a general designated study space with a chair). studying in bed never works like you think it will and studying on the floor (while enriching) will do nothing but hurt your back from hunching over. sitting at your desk makes you feel much more productive (most of my study sessions start by just forcing myself to sit in my chair).

step three: put some music or ambience on. if i need to use my brain more i'll opt for some fantasy-themed forest ambience or sci-fi droning sounds. your brain is tricked into thinking that you're having fun if music is on, but plot twist! you're actually being productive. music i turn to is soft piano, video game soundtracks (genshin, undertale, minecraft, stardew valley) or lofi, but your mileage may vary. DO NOT do music with words unless you want to be distracted.

step four: make a list of need-to-dos and rank them based on priority and time. start by doing an activity that will take a short amount of time. by completing a short to-do, it builds the motivation to keep going.

step five: start a study timer. i bought a physical study timer that is so satisfying to wind and set and watch the time tick by, but a desktop one works just fine. set your timer based on how much energy you have. some days i go for 60 minutes, some days i do 25, it all just depends. as a study session goes on, it's normal for your amount of energy to go down. i may do 60-45-30-20 then take a long break. know thyself and thine needs!

step six: lock in. do not think about what you are doing, simply do it. do it before your brain has the chance to convince you it doesn't like what you're doing.

step seven: take regular, controlled, and useful breaks. do not start an activity on your break that will break your flow. walk around, stretch, check your phone, refill your drink, have a snack. reward yourself! you're doing great, i promise.

step eight: long break. do something that will rest your mind. maybe watch youtube, eat a meal, play a video game, read a few chapters of a book. be proud of the work you've accomplished.

i hope this helps! happy studying!

[shadow4-1]

I'm just imagining having a great track day with Ghost but getting so exhausted that the two of you fall asleep on the gym floor.

Like, you aced the hurdles and the dashes with no issue. The obstacle course wasn't even that with how you breezed through it. You had some issues with the rope climb, but Ghost had taught you the technique last session. And voila! You beat your last time and came out on top of the rookies once again.

Ghost was built for his brawn. While he also aced his turn, it was obvious he didn't have some of the dexterity you possessed and therefore had to put more energy into not knocking into things. He also came out on top of the rookies and over your time. You scoffed but offered him some water.

The summer was upon you, and with it, it's gentle heat that quickly turned to burning rage. You could feel a prickly tightness on the back of your shoulders and neck. Not sunburn quite yet, but probably close. The drier air wicked the moisture from your mouth as you panted.

"M' gonna head in." You huffed, gesturing to the gymnasium's open back door. "Do n' equipment check."

He nodded at you, the front of his mask rising and falling quickly. Something about seeing him pant in his mask tickled you. You headed towards the gym and the moment you stepped inside you couldn't help but sigh. The air conditioning was cool and refreshing. Instantly, you could feel the heat in your bones being drawn out towards your skin.

With a soft hum you began an equipment check. The longer you stood at the racks, check marking boxes and organizing the weights, you felt heavier and heavier. You checked the time, 12:45. No wonder you felt so drained.

It was the midday slump.

Well, as soon as you were done you could get a shower and probably get a nap before mess. The sound of the gym's back door closing made you jump. Oh no....

"Please tell me you didn't close that door." You whined at Ghost.

Just as you suspected, he still had his hand on the door handle. You facepalmed.

"Gaz has the keys. And he's not coming back till three."

"Wot 're you talkin' about?" Ghost huffed, trying the other set of gym doors. Just as you suspected, yeah, they were locked. He jiggled them firmly, eyes dark with annoyance.

"Thanks, Ghost. We're locked in here for awhile."

He went to try the locker room doors and those too were locked. You raised a brow at him but opted to sit against one of the bare walls. There was no point in getting upset.

Gaz would be back in a little while. Besides, the gym had the best air-conditioning out of all the buildings since it'd been first on the list for an upgrade last year. Even if you went back to your bunk, the the likelihood of getting a comfortable nap would be low.

You could hear Ghost messing with the door locks but you knew it was a lost cause. He didn't have the tools to open it, and if he brute forced it open Price would be on his ass for repairs. Just as you expected, it didn't take him long to give up.

"When's Gaz getting back?" He huffed, rolling up his longsleeve just enough to get a glance down at his sports watch.

"Three."

He set his watch's timer with a few beeps before crouching into a sitting position next to you. The next few minutes were spent in a cool silence. Occasionally the a/c units would hum to life, drone and puff cool air over your still hot body, and then click off.

"Didn't bring your phone?" He asked, voice more tired than usual.

"Nope. Left it in the locker room." You shrugged. "Didn't bring yours?"

"No." He muttered, glancing at the locker room with his eyes only.

More minutes ticked by. The cool linoleum leeched even more heat out of your skin. The overhead lights were motion activated, and so most of them had flicked off awhile ago. It was cool and dim and your body was tired from exertion.

You couldn't help but start nodding off.

"Falling asleep, Sergeant?" Ghost mused, looking down at you through the holes in his soft mask.

"Oh, don't act like you're not feeling it too." You huffed, curling up into your arms. "M' tired."

Ghost hummed. Whether in agreement, you couldn't tell. You didn't really care. How could you when sleep creeped in from the edge of your vision.

"Can I lean on you?"

"Wot?"

"Can I lean on you?" You asked him again. "I don't wanna lay on the floor but I wanna take a nap."

"Sure..."

You scooted closer to him and rested your head on the top of his arm. It was a bit uncomfortable with how firm it was at first but it was certainly softer than the floor. It didn't take long for you to feel your lids drooping again.

Right as you were pulled under, you felt Ghost shift. There was a warm presence against the crown of your head.

If you weren't half asleep you might've thought he'd kissed your forehead.

[studyingscribbles]

TIPS TO STAY FOCUSED

phones: keep your phone in another room, turn it on do not disturb, make your colour scheme black and white, delete apps that have you losing focus, set time limits.

set timers: set a specific time to study for, and then reward yourself with a break. for example, study for 45 minutes and have a 10 minute break; this can be adjusted throughout the day.

during breaks: do not use any devices during your 10-15 minute long breaks. instead, walk around your house, walk outside, stretch, get your legs moving. in your longer breaks, do something fun. talk to friends, family, read a book, watch a film.

sleeping: get to sleep as early as possible and try to sleep for at least 8 hours. sleep is essential to retain memories and without sleep you're likely to not remember anything.

atmosphere: keep your desk as tidy as possible, turn on some lofi music to study with or white noise, whatever suits you best. keep water beside you at all times.

i hope this helps, and i wish you luck on your study journey!

[fictionismyreality3]

Pretty in Pink

Warnings: romance and everything that comes with it, bimbo!reader vibes

Notes: omg a semi-decent length fic? And I just posted yesterday?! 😱 guys I’m actually gonna-

The alarm was set, pink, hello kitty shaped. 30 minutes left on the timer until the first pizza was done. John would be home in 45 minutes. That was, like, a long time to set the table and everything. It wasn’t often John let you cook dinner. Usually you were relegated to sitting on the couch and watching your shows while John rolled up his sleeves and got the frying pans out. It wasn’t that you couldn’t cook.

It was just that, like, John said he didn’t want you miss your shows and stuff.

Tempted, your eyes drifted to your usual spot on the couch. The warm, fuzzy, chunky knit blanket sat invitingly against the soft cushions, the remote looking at you as if to urge you on. You would just watch half an episode or something.

The sounds of the tv blaring wasn’t something that was unusual for John to hear coming home. Overdramatic, lilting voices echoed through the door of your apartment even before he had the key in the lock. His back ached, tired from years of service and sitting at a desk all day to reports Kate had forced him to finally look at.

But it was worth it.

Worth the headache dealing with new recruits, worth it sorting through the legal papers trying to clear the squad for a new mission. Worth the bullet holes. Worth it because he got to come home to you.

His pretty little bird.

He’d kept you all tucked away the moment he saw you fumbling with your umbrella at the bus stop, too distracted by the music in your headphones to notice the strap was still buttoned. He’d added you to his military papers and his will after your first date later that week.

John opened the door wordlessly, kicking off his boots being careful not to get dirt on the carpet, your pouting voice still in his head. It was warm. A candle lit in the entryway, the sweet scent of strawberries coating his nose.

“You here, sweetheart?” He called out, gliding through the apartment towards the living room.

“Baby! I missed you so much!” You squealed, hopping up excitedly, the blanket around your shoulders falling to the floor. You were just where John had expected you to be, the light from the tv dancing across your face.

So fucking pretty.

Two large hands held your cheeks as you bounded up to him. Pressing a kiss to the top of your head, he pulled your smaller body flush to his. With a deep breath, John inhaled the sugary smell that seemed to seep out of your pores, running his rough hands down the silk nightie you were wearing to cup the flesh of your ass.

“This f’me?” You giggled in response. God, he loved that fucking giggle.

“Thought you’d like it, daddy.” With a chirp, you leaned up on your tippy toes and pressed a kiss to his scruffy jaw.

Taking the opportunity, John snaked a hand up your throat, gripping the tender flesh and forcing his tongue into your mouth. There was something soothing, as twisted as it was, to have something pure and naive to come home to. To him, you were like a reminder that a world existed outside of his work.

And you made such pretty noises.

No matter how many times John had kissed you before, you always seemed to react like a lamb just learning to walk. All flushed cheeks and stumbling words. And it was even better since you were so obvious in your lust. After just a few seconds, you were already pawing at the corded muscles of his shoulders, demanding more and more.

But it wasn’t your fault when he was, like, so hot and stuff. You know?

Your legs hit the back of the couch, John forcing you onto your back, putting a pillow under your head before attacking your neck with kisses. The scratchy burn of his beard against your skin had you pressing your hips up, searching for that friction you needed.

“That’s it, luv. Just got home an’ you’re already needy, huh?” The words had your head spinning, a mewl slipping past your lips.

“Make those pretty noises, sweet girl. God, you’re such a-”

Blaring, high pitched beeps rang out, grating against your ears. John froze for a moment, his body automatically positioning itself to future cover yours, as if to protect you from an unseen threat.

Furrowing your brows, you tried to figure out where the noise was coming from, which was kinda hard when John’s hands were on you and-

Oh, right!

“Oh my gosh! My pizza!” Before he could react, you squirmed out from under him and ran into the kitchen, frantically opening the oven door.

Smoked billowed out, tainting the air and making you cough. You could feel the warmth of John coming to stand behind you, taking the oven mitts from your hands when you went to reach for them.

“Let me do it.”

“But, like-”

“Hush, sweetheart.”

Pulling the now ruined pizza out of the oven, he didn’t even have to look at you to know you had a pout on your face. After cracking open a window, John came back into the kitchen to find you examining the damage done to your beautiful creation. “I was trying to make a heart.”

The frown of your face sent a pang through him, and he could already see the tears welling up in your eyes the more you looked at the blackened and misshapen rock of dough. “S’alright, princess.”

Tugging you into him, one hand went to your hip, the other running through your hair.

“No it’s not. It was supposed to be a surprise for you. Hearts are supposed to be red or.. or, like, pink or something.” Your voice hitched, your bottom lip wobbling. “Not black!”

Trying to hold in his chuckle, Price nodded in sympathy, tucking your head into his burly chest.

“Yeah, but.. I’ve got a good enough heart right in front of me, luvie.”

Squinting your eyes, you looked around, trying to follow John’s gaze. There was the heart shaped salt holder, the dishtowel with hearts on it, the heart on the card next to the flowers he got you last week, the blackened heart shaped pizza, the-

“Luvie.” You blinked up at him. “M’talking about this heart right here.” John cooed at you, pinching your cheek.

A bubble of confusion popped in your head, and you looked from him to the blackened pizza and back again. Silence hung in the air for a second before it was punctured by your giggling.

“Oh, like, um..” He smiled down at you. “Like mine?”

“Yeah, sweetheart. Just like yours.”

[random-writer-23]

Logan with a reader who loves to cook for him?? I’m from the south and food is a love letter here!! 😤 deer steak, peach cobbler, biscuits and gravy!!!

Need to fatten him up before the Canadian winter gets to him 🥺 come home Logan your dinners gettin cold

~~~Wonderful request gorgeous!!!! Had my stomach grumbling while I was writing it. I hope you enjoy it and that this is at least somewhere along the lines of what you were looking for!! This was the only photo of Logan I could find where he’s eating~~~

~~~On a separate note, I'm sorry I've been away for a bit y'all I've been having a rough time, my nana passed away recently so I've been struggling with that. I may be posting less frequently for a while, hope y'all understand. But I did wanna get back into writing and I feel this is the perfect request to write to make my return. My nana was always making that good Southern food for Thanksgiving and Christmas. Her collard greens had to be the best I've ever had in my life, her broccoli casserole, mac and cheese, biscuits the whole shebang. She always had me in the kitchen with her insisting I learn how to make everything so I could carry on her recipes so when I saw this request I knew I had to pull out her recipe book. I know she'd also want me to go back to writing cause she loved Wolverine. She never got to see Deadpool and Wolverine but I showed her the clip where Hugh's shirt explodes and she went WOWIE! and watched it at least 10 times so I feel this is a good way to honor her memory, she'd want me to be thinking about Hugh Jackman. Nana this one is for you I love you.~~~

~~~Mostly fluff, implied oral at the end but nothing is explicitly written, also mostly unedited cause it's just a quick little thing~~~

I focus on my Nana's broccoli casserole recipe in front of me, carefully mixing the blend of cream of mushroom soup, eggs, onions and mayonnaise in a bowl until it’s thick and creamy. I pull the bag of broccoli florets out of the freezer and add them to the mixture taking care to make sure they’re thoroughly coated. I take some of the cheddar cheese shreds and sprinkle it into the bowl stirring it in thoroughly before pouring the ingredients into a dish. I take extra care in sprinkling whatever shredded cheese I have left on the top of the casserole. I read from my Nana's recipe, crumbling up a few packets of Ritz crackers, and sprinkling the crumbs along the top of the casserole alongside the shredded cheese, just as she taught me when I was little. I grab my oven mitts opening the oven door, gripping the casserole dish tightly in my hands, slipping it into the oven. I set the oven timer to 45 minutes, pulling my oven mitts off. I turn my attention back to the pots on the stove, lifting up the lids to check on my collard greens and mashed potatoes. As soon as I lift the lids up the sweet aroma of a home-cooked meal fills the kitchen. A smile making its way onto my face. I begin clearing the table setting up the placemats and getting the plates and silverware ready. I jump slightly as the front door opens and closes, Logan's voice wafting through the air. “Darlin I’m home!” He calls out and I grin as I hear his voice, I poke my head out of the kitchen and I sight watch him kicking off his shoes at the front door. He looks up catching sight of me and I watch him take a deep breath inhaling the smell of my cooking. “Something smells delicious” He chuckles taking a few steps towards me, I step out of the kitchen, meeting him halfway and his eyes roam my figure hungrily taking in the sight of me in my apron. “And something else looks delicious” He chuckles wrapping his arms around me.

“Hi baby” I grin, giggling as he nuzzles his nose against the top of my head, “have a good day?” I ask softly, and he grunts running his hands through my hair and kissing the top of my head. 

“Better now I’m with you” He chuckles gruffly holding me tighter and I smile, “So whatcha got cooking for me” he pulls away slightly, his hand cupping my face, tucking my hair behind my ear, his other hand finding its place on my lower back.

“Hmm, some broccoli casserole, mashed potatoes, collard greens…” I grin looking up at him, fingers lightly tracing shapes on his chest. He groans, his lips falling down to mine in a passionate kiss. 

“Oh darlin you treat me so well” He chuckles, his lips falling from mine, ghosting along my jaw where he presses light kisses against it. His lips kiss down my neck and I let my head fall back slowly as he nips gently at the skin of my collarbone “Always cooking delicious meals f’me” he groans lightly, burying his nose in the crook of my neck inhaling deeply.

“Well you take such good care of me, only fair I take care of you too” I giggle.

“And you do it wonderfully” he grins, tightening his hold on me, I wrap my arms around his neck. “I appreciate everything you do for me" He kisses me, murmuring against my lips "lemme show you how much” He kisses me again, his hands leaving my lower back to palm at the fat of my thighs, massaging the skin rhythmically. I giggle leaning into his touch, closing my eyes only to have them spring open at the sound of the oven alarm going off I chuckle lightly as he groans loudly at the interruption. Keeping his forehead pressed against mine.

“Baby as much as I’d love that,  I gotta go check on the food… can’t let it burn” I say softly pushing lightly against his chest and he grumbles reluctantly letting me go. 

“Fine fine, just so all your hard work doesn’t go to waste” He grumbles and I smile patting his cheek lightly, weaseling out of his arms and walking back into the kitchen. He trails after me sniffing the air, humming quietly to himself. I grab a pair of oven mitts, opening the oven taking the food out putting the dish on the kitchen counter. I turn the stovetop off stirring the collard greens and mashed potatoes one last time before grabbing two plates gently scooping a large portion of food onto Logan's plate. Repeating the process and scooping a slightly smaller portion onto mine. I hand the plates over to Logan who sets them down on the table pulling my chair out for me. 

“Thanks honey” I grin and he pushes my chair in when I sit down, he grins at me slyly pouring me a glass of wine. Pouring another for himself before settling himself in the chair on the opposite side of the table. I take a small bite of each food giving it a small taste test, while Logan across the table digs in like a man starved, practically scarfing down his food. I chuckle lightly sipping my glass of wine. 

“Oh baby you outdid yourself” He mumbles through a mouthful of food, making me laugh. “Absolutely delicious” He compliments and I smile. 

“Used Nana’s recipe” I grin, “same one she used for Thanksgiving dinner” I chuckle, scooping up another forkful of food and guiding it into my mouth. “well thank you, Nana” He chuckles raising his glass of wine, waiting till I tap mine against his, before he takes a sip. It doesn’t take too long for us to finish up our food and I start to stand up as soon as Logan's plate is cleared, reaching across the table to grab it from him, but he tsks shaking his head at me. “Oh no you don’t” he says making me pause my movements my hand hovering over his empty plate. He smiles walking behind me putting his hands on my shoulders massaging gently kissing the back of my neck, gently pushing me back down into my chair.

“What?” I laugh, letting him guide me back into my chair.

“You cooked, which means I do dishes” He insists, and I chuckle.

“Alright, alright” I smile watching as he clears the plates from the table, he puts all the leftovers in containers and stores them in the fridge. Carrying the pots to the sink pouring soap in the pots letting the hot water run and fill them up. I watch him from my seat at the table taking another sip of wine, watching the muscles in Logan's arms flex as he scrubs the pots and pans rinsing them of soap before putting them in the dish rack to dry. He grabs a tea towel using it to dry his hands, as he turns around leaning back against the kitchen counter, his gaze landing on my figure. 

“Well I’m stuffed” he smiles setting the tea towel aside, “but…” He grins standing behind my chair massaging my shoulders again. He takes my hand tugging me out of my chair, holding me close to him, kissing me softly hands gripping my thighs, lifting me up slightly to sit on the dining table. He pulls my body to the edge of the table, making me lay back leaning on my elbows. He pulls up the chair I was previously sitting on, perching himself on the edge of my chair. He pulls my shorts off, my panties following not far behind. He tosses them aside letting them land in a forgotten corner of the room, his lips trailing along my thighs kissing them gently groaning softly at the taste of my skin. He grips my thighs guiding my legs over his shoulders, biting softly at my upper thighs, “I think I’ve saved just enough room for dessert” He purrs, his head dipping down between my legs. 

[mindfulstudyquest]

❥﹒♡﹒☕﹒ 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲-𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄

𝟭. set SMART goals ( 📒 )

make sure your goals are specific, measurable, actionable, realistic and time-bound. this will help you maintain focus and track your progress over time. how many times has it been you and your unrealistic to-do list against the world? well, it seems that a mile-long to-do list is not a good ally at all. remember that you are a person and not a machine, and that just dedicating four hours to deep work and concentration is A LOT. be kind to yourself and don't overload yourself with more work than you can humanly do.

𝟮. daily planning ( 🧸 )

mea culpa because i'm the first one who doesn't plan their day. to-do lists generally stress me out and make me feel overwhelmed as if i don't manage to complete all the tasks an asteroid will end up hitting the earth. but i recognize that it is a good starting point. sometimes i have too many things to do and i end up doing nothing in total confusion, but having at least a general list to follow gives me more motivation. moreover do we want to talk about the dopamine released when you tick an empty box? marvelous. maybe don't write down tasks that are too onerous and demanding, break them into several smaller tasks, also try to write simple activities such as "drink a glass of water" every now and then. having these low-commitment activities will help you stay motivated while completing more important tasks.

𝟯. reverse-engineering method ( 🪴 )

start with the end goal and work backwards to plan the actions needed to achieve it. this helps you maintain clarity on the steps to take and focus on the most relevant actions. the best thing to do is plan based on the time available and do your best to stick to your daily goal.

𝟰. timer roulette ( ⏳ )

choose a task from your to-do list and set a random timer between 15 and 45 minutes. work on that task with all your concentration until the timer goes off. this helps you fight procastination and keep your mind fresh.

𝟱. mind mapping time ( 📍 )

before starting a study session, take a few minutes to create a mental map of the subject you need to cover. this helps you see connections between concepts and organize information more effectively.

𝟲. task batching ( 🫒 )

group similar tasks together and tackle them in batches. for example, reply to all emails in one session rather than doing so at scattered times throughout the day. this helps you reduce transition time between tasks and maintain focus. contrary to popular belief, human beings are not truly multitasking (only a few possess this great ability) and when we do multiple things together we do nothing but shift our attention from one task to another, greatly reducing the quality of our performance. if possible, try to avoid these switches that are harmful to your focus and concentration.

𝟳. the pomodoro method ( 🍅 )

okay, y'all probably already know this one because it became so popular in the last year but if you don't, the pomodoro method is a time management technique developed by francesco cirillo in the late 80s. it is based on the idea of working for short periods of time, usually 25 minutes, followed by a short 5 minute break. after four rounds of work, a longer break is taken, usually 15-30 minutes. this technique helps improve concentration and productivity, as it breaks down work into manageable tasks and offers regular breaks to rest and regenerate energy. i personally prefer the 50/10 ratio while i'm studying but you decide which time ratio is better for you, i find it really useful and it helps me a lot while i'm studying for my exams.

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Late Returns | Dom!Lisa x Sub!Male!Reader

A/N: I sat down today, set a 45 minute timer and told myself: Alright, content, a smutty short. Don't think, write. Well, 45 minutes turned into an entire day and roughly 6 pages of text. Is this graphomania? T/C: Femdom, clothed female nude male/CFNM, facesitting, cunnilingus, electrostimulation, amazon position, use of a condom.

While the Academy of Mondstadt was far from the level of strictness expected in Sumeru, it certainly wasn't easy. Notes, deadlines, classes, practice, essays and books. Books upon books upon books, stacked in every corner of your house. The knowledge they contained was crucial for passing the many exams you had yet to face, making each book priceless - literally, as copies sold to students have price tags that still haunt your sleep. 

The only option was the Favonious Library. 

You couldn't say you were the most diligent of people. That in of itself was bad, but combined with the diligence of the head Librarian, Miss Lisa, it was a nightmare. You did your best to keep track of the due dates - among the mess your studies constantly created - and you succeeded… at first. Later, as the year got more and more hectic, you would forget about tomes and turn them in after the appointed date. It was only due to Lisa's kindness that you were spared from the occasional thousand or two Mora fine. 

Still, you couldn't help but feel she was losing her patience with you. She grew more and more smug, probably knowing that your entire livelihood relied on her not asking for her due payments. She even started calling you a cutie, something you found fairly flustering. You could only hope to stay on the good side…

… but obviously it had to go down sometime. 

This month has been so busy you were forgetting your very own name. By the time you got a grip and took all of the late returns to the library, you knew you had a bomb on your hands. No amount of smiles or tea parties could get you out of this kind of debt. 

“Ah… Sorry, cutie.” Lisa said, browsing through her record book. “These are very overdue I'm afraid. If anybody would see me going easy on you, they would certainly feel unjustly treated…”

You rubbed the back of your head, looking hopefully at her. “Miss Lisa… I don't have much money at the moment… Could I maybe pay in installments?”

She smacked her lips, slowly raising out of her chair. “I'm afraid that won't do. But, if Mora isn't the way, I'll think of other disciplinary means.” You could tell you saw a small flicker in her emerald eyes as she took your hand. “Follow me.”

There was no time to refuse. You sighed in defeat, going along with her as she led you to the back room. Taking your seat at the small table, you watched as she drew a key and locked the door behind you. You swallowed, nervous at what the sorceress had in store for you. 

Lisa drew a piece of paper and tallied up your due, revealing a shocking, six digit sum. How in the world were you to pay that up…

“As I said, we can change it into something less monetary.” Lisa joined her hands on her chest, looking at you from under her wide, purple hat. “You could do library duty, public works, cleaning or, say, help me specifically.” 

You nodded at the last one - it seemed the least strenuous and, if truth were to be told, you loved spending time with her. Even if it wasn't to earn favors. 

“Excellent choice, cutie. Let's start now.”

Lisa approached you, an eager smirk on her lips. With a gentle tug she stood you up from the chair. You could feel her warm breath on your skin, causing it to heat up with a blush, eliciting a chuckle from her. So responsive, she said, as her hands traveled over your arms and down your back, coming to rest on your hips. 

You felt her fingers creep behind the waistband of your pants but lost focus as soon as her lips touched your cheek. Hidden under the wide rim of her hat, Lisa kissed each inch of your cheek, slowly going up to your ear. The tip of her tongue tickled your earlobe, riddling your skin with goosebumps as her other hand continued its quest. Her fingertips rubbed your thighs through the fabric of your boxers, following a trail from the outer to the inner part of your leg. 

While her tongue continued its work, Lisa's other hand found its place behind your pants and with a slight tug, she pulled them down. You meekly took off the article of clothing, letting her hands grope whatever part of you that struck her fancy. She gently raked her nails across the soft fabric covering your buldge, a nervous hum slipping out of your lips. You allow your hands to wrap around her waist, granting her permission to go further. Her index finger starts trailing up and down your clothes cock, swelling up under her gentle tease. Lisa's lips withdraw from your ear and move closer to yours. Your eyelids lower; your head tilts in expectation. You draw closer, so close, you can barely taste her lipstick, almost…

“Ah!”

Your body jumps back on reflex as a spark of electricity goes through your sack. Lisa smirks, seeing you close your legs and grip your package protectively, all with that adorable look of - fittingly - shock on your face. She turns around, humming. 

“Don't forget this is a punishment, cutie~” She flashes you a smug look and turns towards the couch. “Over there, Y/N. Lay back, will you?”

You obey her command, feeling excitement bubble in your veins. Lisa nods in approval. Her hat is removed with gentle touch and placed securely on the large table, the centerpiece of the room. While unbuckles the chain connecting her top, she lets her Vision drop and fall between her bountiful mounds. With a quiet moan, she slowly drags it out by the small chain still attached to it, letting the cold metal drag across her burning hot skin. The clothes are discarded on the table; Lisa steps out of her heels and waltzes up to you. 

“Mm~” She touches the tip of your cock, struggling to break free of its confines. “I have a feeling you're aching to get out of these, aren't you?”

The purple glow in her eyes causes your pulse to jump. Fearing another shock, you clumsily pull down your boxers, getting rid of the shirt for good measure. The witch's gloved hand grips the tip of your shaft, pushing her thumb into the flat of it. You feel your veins bulging under the pressure, causing your dick to throb in her hand. She laughs. 

“Look at this little cutie, so eager for my touch…” She drags her palm across your erection, moving it to rest on your stomach. “But I'm afraid he'll have to wait. Your punishment begins now. Are you ready?”

You nod. 

“Good boy.”

Lisa steps up onto the couch. She stands still for a moment, letting you gawk up at her like a helpless puppy. She turns around, the cloth flaps of her corset doing a painfully good job of hiding her assets. She holds the back one in her hand, revealing a set of black, laced lingerie under. It hugs her fatty thighs tightly, almost threatening to come apart with a crouch. The silk holds firm, though, as her ass lowers and settles right on your face. 

Your nose is pushed into the crevice of her ass, your mouth feeling the pressure of her fatty lips, separate from you only by a thin layer of fabric. You take a breath, and your nose fills with a strong, tangy scent of her arousal, soaking the silk of her panties. 

She shifts her hips, smothering you as she looks for a comfy position. Her attention turns back towards your manhood. Lisa takes pity on your cock and wraps her hand around it, using your chest as a support as she gives it a few test strokes. 

“Who would have thought that a cutie such as yourself carries something so…” She leans down and takes a whiff of your cock, taking in the musky mix of precum and pure lust. “Mm~... Intoxicating in your pants. The thick shaft, the bulging veins, and the delicious, thick head… Ah, I would love to feel it pushing my lips apart as it forces its way into my pussy~ Wouldn't you, too darling?”

You make a noise in response, the words drowning in the fat of her hips. 

“I'm sure you'd love to empty your naughty balls inside me… I've noticed the way you've been looking at me ever since we met, Y/N. Know that I would love to take advantage of that too~”

Lisa brings your cock closer and presses her painted lips tightly to your head. When she pulls back, the lipstick leaves a nice mark of her kiss. 

“But first thing first… Your punishment. For being such a handsome, shy and absolutely tasty little cutie - and for the books of course - you'll eat me out. If you'll be a good, diligent boy, I'm sure I'll have an appetite for a second helping. I'm sure you'll handle it.”

You mumble yes, miss into her ass, your mouth salivating at the prospect. She giggles, wiggling her hips to bury you deeper in. You move your hands to her waist and, as soon as you touch her, you yelp in pain at the zap delivered to your cock. You whine, and immediately off-hand her. 

“Bad boy. Use your teeth.”

Lisa rubs the skin right above your cock, grazing the base with her immaculate nails, promising more if you behave. You open your mouth, bite down on the fabric and, with utmost care, pull it away. The fabric digs into Lisa's skin, exposing her just enough for you to get in. Feeling your way around her slit, it isn't long before you find the wet, expecting lips. With the tip of your tongue as your guide, you slide between her inner lips, feeling the salty taste of her excitement. A few humms of approval escape her lips. You use all of your mouth to fully expose her pussy. 

She doesn't guide you this time, and instead wraps her hand around your cock to signal her satisfaction. You feel her hand squeezing your dick as Lisa pumps it up and down with frustrating deliberation. Knowing that the pleasure or torture of your cock is at stake, you dig in. 

“Ah~!” She moans as your tongue dives between her eager folds. 

You dine, switching between gentle flicks and strong, full licks. As you tunnel between her lips, Lisa cranes her neck back, her blonde hair cascading back as pleasure builds within her. It's not long before her needy cunt demands more and Lisa begins rocking her hips, matching the length and direction of your tongue. Her body heats up, her beautiful, deep moans filling the room. More, she says, now resting on your entire body as your fingers dig into the fat of her ass, stabilizing her hips for better access. Your tongue dances around her bud, sliding between her folds before locking onto the clit, lips wrapping around it and sucking. Lisa whimpers and her grip on your dick becomes tighter. You squirm, pain pulsing through you yet never slowing down your service. Her heart rages in her chest and her breath quickens as she grabs your balls with the other hand. 

“Keep… Mhn~ Keep going now… Don't get… distracted~” Your skin crawls as you sense Electro buzzing between your legs. Your grip becomes tighter, legs trembling as you feel the energy pulse down your cock and spread to each of your nuts. You shift your hips helplessly, desperate to keep your mouth working as your shaft hardens even further, balls churning even more cum at the painful stimulation. 

You feel her thighs growing tighter around your head so, with the last gasps of air you push your tongue into her core. Lisa lets out a gasp as her pussy tightens, her legs trembling around you as you eat her to completion. 

Lisa releases her hands, cutting off the electricity. Your cock throbs and bounces, both relieved and missing the stimulation. Lisa groans as she lifts her ass up, freeing you; you gasp for fresh air, coughing. With half lidded eyes and a dazed smile, Lisa looks back at you. 

“Good job, cutie.” She turns around, taking a seat on your thighs. “You know how to please a lady, don't you?”

You nod weakly, letting your hands drop to your sides. You feel Lisa prop up your aching dick with her slender hand. 

“All that licking, sucking and eating was delightful… yet my body wants more. It looks like I went a little hard on your cock, didn't I, darling?”

She strokes the head of your cock comfortingly. You wince at the sensation, instinctively tightening your thigh muscles as you watch her. 

“Aw, don't be scared. I won't punish you anymore. You did what I asked, didn't you?” She leans down, placing a light kiss on your frenulum. “You're a good boy.”

Relaxing, you lay back and focus on the feeling of her hands going up and down your legs. The calm doesn't last long, however. 

“Legs up, big boy~” 

You raise your head, shooting her a look of confusion. She smiles in response, sliding her hands under your ass and gently pushing up. You go along with her signal and raise your legs. Lisa shifts closer, gently caressing your inner thighs as she fumbles with her corset. Before she drops it, she reaches between her breasts and pulls out a small, brightly colored pack. 

“Miss Lisa…” You say, eyes never leaving her hand as she tears the foil open and pulls out a condom. “Why did you keep it there?”

“For special opportunities like this, of course. A woman has to be prepared for a sweet catch like yourself, doesn't she? It doesn't happen often, but when it does, well… Better be prepared, hm?” she coos as she slides the rubber over your raging hard-on. 

Lisa rises up, pushing her hips against yours. She steps over your legs and squats down, pushing them to hang in the air. Lisa sends you a teasing wink as she reaches under the flaps of fabric hiding her sex and grabs your dick. Your imagination runs wild before it stops completely, mind blanking out as you feel your dick finally sinking into her sloppy cunt. Your vision goes blurry for a brief moment before it's brought back down as Lisa raises up and falls back down. You see stars as your cock slams against her cervix, making you moan in unison. 

Without delay Lisa begins moving her hips up and down, her walls eagerly sucking you in as she fucks you. Her hands hold onto your ankles as her ass plops down on you again and again, the clapping growing sloppiers as each thrust coaxes her insides to drool all over your cock. Holding onto the couch for dear life you moan as she rides you, bent over and completely helpless. You could only moan and whimper in response. Lisa keeps her pace steady, looking down at your flushed face with satisfaction. 

“Such a good boy, letting me fuck you like this~” She says, reaching out to tilt your head up. Your eyes meet. “Now cum, cutie~ Empty your balls inside me~”

Tenderized by her earlier torment, your balls fail to endure her pace and tighten in preparation to bust. Your mouth cannot form a coherent word other than cum. Lisa presses her body flat against yours, holding your cheeks as she pounds you into the couch. 

“Good boy… That's it… Cum for mommy~” she whines out as you safely unload inside her, her slick walls pulsing in rhythm to coax every drop of cum from your body. When you can shoot no more, your tired form goes limp against her. 

She chuckles, placing a kiss on your forehead. She slowly stands up with a satisfied, drawn out whine. You look up only to see the condom gone from your softening cock. Lisa smirks as you look at her for an answer. She lifts her front flap to reveal the end of the condom stuck inside her pussy. 

You follow her as she graciously steps down from the couch and heads towards the table. Lisa picks up her hat, making her way over to the armchair put up against the opposite side of the room. She sits down, resting her legs on the footrest. Her hat is lowered back on its rightful place.

“Consider the fees settled, cutie. But if you’d like to discuss… extended terms, feel free to come in for a cup of hot tea~”

Thanks for reading!

[sturniholo]

hot tub - matt sturniolo

in which you and matt enjoy some time in the hot tub

matt x fem reader !

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As you looked out at the mountains of Vermont, you hear the balcony door open behind you. You slightly turn your head, the sight of Matt filling your vision. You slightly smile as you turn back to look at the view.

Vermont was one of your favorite places to be. You loved how peaceful it was. How simple the place seemed. Instead of skyscrapers and corporate offices, you were surrounded by forests and mountains.

A pair of arms around your waist takes you out of your thoughts. "What ya doing, beautiful?" Matt whispers in your ear.

You ease into his touch, letting out a soft sigh. "Just admiring the view. It’s beautiful out here." He rests his head on your shoulder. You can feel his lips turn into a smile. "I was thinking of getting in the hot tub. Wanna join me?" you ask turning to look at him. He nods his head yes.

He pulls away from you, "Can you turn it on while I go change?" Youu give him a nod, watching him go back into the cabin.

You walk over to the hot tub. You grab the cover, carefully pulling it off. Once you set it on the floor, you turn the knob on the edge of the tub to the left, increasing the temperature. You set the timer to 45 minutes, as you know you will be in there for a while.

Matt comes back after a few minutes, shirtless and in his swim trunks. "You gonna take yours off?" he asks as he leans against the side of the tub. You quickly pull your shirt over your head, throwing it on a chair. You notice Matt’s eyes scanning your body, which makes you a little nervous. Your fingers find the sides of your shorts, and you shimmy them down your legs. You put them with your shirt. "Absolutely gorgeous."

Matt climbs over the edge, taking a seat on the side. You follow after him, sitting across from him. You sigh as the hot water touches your skin. You lean your head back. "It feels so good in here." Matt lets out a chuckle. You bring your head back down, looking at him. "What?"

"Why are you sitting so far away?" he teases. You push yourself off of your seat and make your way over to him. You sit beside him, resting your arm on the side of the tub. His hand finds its way to your thigh, giving it a light squeeze. Your head rests on his shoulder, which he gives a kiss.

After a few minutes, you take your head off of his shoulder. "Why’d you move your head?" You shrugged your shoulders. You felt his hand leave your thigh and make its way to your waist. He scooped you up with one hand, resting you on his lap. Your hands met his chest, steadying yourself. His arms wrapped around your waist, his hands resting on the small of your back. "There we go."

You smile as you look into his eyes. He was so pretty to you. The way his eyes twinkled as he looked at you made you melt. "I’m glad we came up here."

"Me too." He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips. He pulled away for a moment, admiring you. "I love you."

“I love you so much more, Matt," you said with a smile. You leaned in once more, connecting your lips with his. His hands gripped your back, as yours wrapped around his neck.

Your guys' lips moved in perfect sync like they were meant for each other. As the kiss deepened, your hands made their way up to his hair. You lightly tugged on the strands, causing his grip to tighten. His tongue found its way into your mouth, exploring every inch.

After a few minutes, you pulled away from him. You let out little pants as you tried to catch your breath, however, he wasn't done kissing you. His hand found the back of your neck, pulling you even closer. He attached his lips to your neck, leaving kisses everywhere. As he kissed you, your head tilted back. He made his way down, stopping at your collarbone. He took your skin between his teeth, gently nibbling on it.

After he was satisfied with the marks he left, he pulled away. He looked up at you, with eyes full of love and lips slightly swollen. "You look so cute like that." You smirked. He playfully rolled his eyes at you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck once more and leaned into him. You laid your head in the crook of his neck, closing your eyes. You spent the rest of your time in the hot tub cuddled up with him, your heartbeats syncing with one another. There was nothing that could be more perfect than this to you.

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a/n: just a little something until my stripper fic lol 😭

[orphicdreamers-wp]

I want to send a request for the umich boys. So every Sunday they have a “family dinner” where the friend group comes over with their girlfriends and they make an actual good dinner every Sunday night. Readers cooking and her boyfriend rutger gets handsy, so they sneak away and come back just in time for dinner, and just in time for the boys to tease rut about the hickeys on his neck

Get Your Lovin On — Rutger McGroarty

Summary: In which your boyfriend gets handsy while you guys are cooking

Content Warning; mild suggestive content(making out & hickeys), cussing, established relationships, UMich hockey players teasing Rutger & Reader

Pairing; Fem Reader x Rutger McGroarty

A soft laugh left your lips as your boyfriend placed a kiss on your bare shoulder, “Rut, we’re cooking.” Rutger placed his hands on your hips, “Well how am I supposed to focus when you look so pretty?” You hummed, “Tell you what, finish your task of cutting bread for garlic bread while I finish checking this lasagna and we’ll talk then.” Rutger grinned as he pressed a kiss against your lips, “Yes ma’am.” You grinned to yourself as your boyfriend returned to the other side of the kitchen and went back to the task in front of him.

You had turned lasagna and put it back in the oven, setting a timer in 45 minutes to take it out, when you approached your boyfriend and wrapped your arms around his waist, “So how about we go talk? In your room.” Rutger smiled widely, “I’ll meet you up there.” You grinned as you walked out of the kitchen. Luca munched on a handful on grapes as he watched you whisper something in his friends ear and then magically you both left the kitchen.

The moment your boyfriend entered his room your lips were interlocked. Your hands found their way to Rutger’s hair like they always did. His lips lightly sucking at your neck eliciting a soft breathy sigh to leave your lips, “Rut, as much as I love this, all our friends are here. So we can’t do anything more than this.” Rutger looked up at you and smiled, “This is all I need. To be in my girlfriends arms.”

You smiled, “Keep talking like that and you might be getting lucky when they’re all gone.” Rutger grinned, “You say that like I shouldn’t be excited.” You grinned as your lips attached to your boyfriend’s neck. Leaving small hickey’s across the base of his neck. Rutger let out a breathy sigh as he nuzzled his head into you chest. You grinned at your boyfriend as you laid your head against his pillows, “What’s going on in your head pretty boy?”

Rutger shook his head as he traced shapes on your bare arm wrapped around him, “Just thinking about how lucky I am to be with you. Sometimes I think about how crazy it is that your with me.” You furrowed an eyebrow as you sat up crossing your legs over each other, “Why’s that so crazy Rut?” Rutger blew out a breath, “Your perfect, your kind, smart, hilarious, the easy going person I’ve ever met, you have an energy that people gravitate towards. Also your the most stunning person in the world. And I’m just me.”

You smiled at your boyfriend, “I think you are the most amazing person I know, your considerate to everyone, your extremely kind you’d give the shirt on your back to a stranger if you thought they needed it, you are the most reassuring person I know. You say things that make me melt into a puddle because of how sweet you are. You have the prettiest eyes I have ever seen. Your laugh makes me feel so safe, and the way your looking at me right now, makes me feel like I’m the only person in the world. I don’t know who I’d be without you.” Rutger grinned as he placed a soft peck against your lips.

Rutger sighed as he melted into you, “We should probably head back out there now. Before they get any ideas.” You laughed, “I’ll be right down. I just wanna fix my hair.” Rutger nodded as he kissed you and headed out of his room. You walked into the bathroom he and Ethan shared and ran your fingers through your hair straightening it. You did your best to cover the hickey’s that were prominent across your collarbone. You made your way to the dining room where Ethan and Mark where prancing around in matching aprons Luca had bought them as a gag gift for Christmas. The two boys were tasked with bringing all the food to the table from the kitchen.

You slid into your seat in between Rutger and Ashley, Mark’s girlfriend. Luca sat directly across from Rutger with a smug smirk on his face upon seeing Rutger leaving his bedroom adjusting the collar to his shirt. You guys sat around the table laughing over whatever had happened in the week since you all had dinner together. You had been reaching out to grab your cup when your hair fell to the side revealing the growing purple hickey on your neck, it was only visible to Ashley and Luca, who both decided to say nothing even though they had both noticed.

You and Ashley were engrossed in a conversation about the professor in your shared public relations lecture. Rutger had thrown his head back as he burst into laughter. Luca grinned to himself as the hickey’s planted across Rutger’s neck was now visible to not just him but the entire group, “So that’s where you snuck off to Rut.” Your eyes immediately widened as Ethan walked over to your boyfriend and pulled his shirt away from his neck, “Damn Y/N you sure do mark what’s yours. Mark look at this!”

At the call from his best friend Mark waltzed over and tried to bite back a laugh, “Hold on she has some too.” Ashley moved your hair to the side revealing the maybe two hickey’s on your neck compared to the many on your boyfriend’s neck. Mark burst out laughing, “I knew Y/N had the power behind closed doors.” Your face was beat red as your boyfriend and you burst into laughter. You jokingly smacked Rutger’s arm, “We need to get our own place.” Rutger nodded, “Agreed.”

[lokisprettygirl]

Fix You Fix me (Bill Skarsgård! Eric Draven x Female Reader) (Au)

Read chapter 1 here

Chapter 2

Summary : Eric leaves you unable to walk after the first day.

Warning: Fat shaming, body shaming, manipulation, reader lacks bit of a spine, emotional abuse, reader's weight will be mentioned because the fic demands it

Note : This is going to be a slow burn

Eric was definitely shocked when he found you at his gym late at night, all dressed up and glammed but looking like a deer caught in the headlight. You had that glimmer in your eyes, the confusion mixed with excitement that all the first timers had in their eyes when they entered a gym.

When you told him you needed a personal trainer he was taken by surprise, he had been seeing you for years around the block, he used to visit the library pretty often before -- well not the point he thought.

Point was he wasn't expecting the shy, timid woman looking so desperate to lose a few pounds before this year would end. He couldn't help but wonder why you seemed so desperate. Maybe it had something to do with that boyfriend, so he subtly brought up the breakup comment but you were quick to clarify it wasn't a breakup.

It wasn't a breakup.

Next morning he was almost disappointed when you didn't turn up but then he moved on with his day. He was used to seeing women like you having the sudden burst of motivation after a few rounds of alcohol and then never entering the gym again. However two hours twenty minutes later you did turn up, out of breath, slicked with sweat, staring at him with those big hopeful eyes.

Now that was something he wasn't used to.

There was a desperation in you that seemed unmatched as you stood waiting like a pet for your owner to acknowledge you. Before he'd break your spirits any further he took you outside, he really wanted to know why you needed to do this so badly as if you had a deadline you couldn't cross. Your answer didn't satisfy him, it couldn't have been just about the dress. A stupid dress. There was something more to it, but he didn't care, you were a paying client and he was going to focus on that. He wasn't going to treat you any differently then he did any other clients.

*************

Eric had given you another chance and you didn't want to waste it away so after work that day you bought an alarm clock just so there would be no mishaps again.

“DND now you bitch I dare you”

You held the clock in your hands and threatened it before placing it on the nightstand..it was set for 5 am.

Jake hasn't called or texted all day so you grabbed your phone.

Well you didn't have to tell him that you missed the session, now you knew he was disappointed and probably thought you didn't take this seriously.

Next morning you were up at sharp 5, you showered and brushed your teeth before putting on the same legging from yesterday. It was too snug now that you had gained weight but it was the only one that actually fit..

After you put on Jake's hoodie you grabbed a water bottle, your phone and a headphone to head for the gym. It was ten minutes walk from your place and it was just 5:35 so you knew you'd reach on time.

When you reached at 5:45, you crossed your arms and stared at the now unlit sign. It was closed.

The gym was closed.

You sat down at the porch, a part of you wanted to call him but you refrained. Did he lie to you? Was he just fucking with you? You knew he was a jerk..kind of but you didn't think he'd be this cruel to you. Besides, you were a paying customer.

Your mind was running a mile per second but then you saw him walking in, he was dressed completely in black, his hair wet from the shower, his duffel bag slinging on his shoulder.

Okay so maybe 6 am was the opening time.

He stared at you before he asked you to step away from the door so he could unlock.

“When I say 6..come at 6”

He said to you as he took out his keys from the pocket of his cargo pants, embarrassment flushed your cheek.

“Sorry i just didn't want to miss”

You mumbled, almost inaudibly, talking back to the guy who had the permission to put you through hell for an hour didn't seem like a bright thing to do.

As he entered, you immediately followed behind, he turned on the lights and air conditioner before he placed his bag on the counter.

“Change and get back in two” he said to you all while staring at his phone so you cleared your throat. What was wrong with a hoodie?

“Umm change?”

“Ever heard of workout fits? I need to see your form and you need to be able to move which you can't do in that giant hoodie”

“I understand..I'll do it tomorrow”

“Why can't you just take it off?” he crossed his arms.

“Because I am not wearing anything underneath..” you said to him before you bit on your lips “no that's not what I meant…i mean it's just a sports bra under there and -”

“Step on the scale”

Well for one you were glad to be interrupted.

You stood on the scale, it wasn't a normal scale you had at home, it was huge like a mini treadmill. He looked at the numbers on the digital glass and noted down your information.

All you understood was one number.

150 lbs. You had gained almost twenty pounds in the past two years.

“Five rounds of the whole gym..now” he asked you, snapping you out of the thoughts

“Five?”

You stared at him, he didn't answer, he just stepped into the gym area so you followed behind him.

“Six now that you have wasted a minute”

You immediately sprung into action as he said that. It started alright, you were jogging at a medium pace, the gym area was fairly big but you could do six rounds back and forth right?

Wrong. By the third round you felt your lungs burning in your chest and he didn't seem impressed as he wrote down something in his notepad before taking out his phone and ignoring you, once in a while he looked your way before he went back to staring at his phone, probably staring at the pictures of his perfect girlfriend.

“I need a second -” you said between your huffing and puffing, stopping for a moment to catch your breath but as you saw the intensity in his glare you quickly began running again. By the sixth round you wanted to die..

When he finally put his phone down, you knew you were in for a long torturous session.

At first he made you warm up, you followed his movements as you did some mobility exercises.

“You have no muscle mass and no flexibility” he said to you as he saw you struggling with bend down and reach stretch.

“I don't?”

You didn't mean to sound as sarcastic as you probably did.

“Warm up done, sip on your water, don't gulp”

That was warm up? Just warm up?

“Get down on your fours” he asked you as he threw a yoga mat your way.

“But we just met” you joked before you realised who you were joking with.

He didn't seem like the type of guy who appreciated humour in his day to day life.

“I didn't mean..I was just-” before you could even finish he interrupted you.

“Mat. Knees. Now”

You nodded as you tried to ignore the embarrassment you had brought for yourself.

After doing three sets of knee push ups, where you couldn't even move an inch down, Eric showed you how to do a proper squat. You could do that you thought but you were doing it all wrong.

“Push down from your hips”

“Focus on your gluteal muscles..mind to muscle connection..”

He kept shouting instructions behind you.

Three sets of fifteen and your legs felt like rubber, you looked at the time and it has been just Ten minutes since you started.

What the hell?

Your alarm clock never took so long whenever you snoozed it in the morning for ten more minutes of sleep.

“Relax for thirty seconds then we will start the workout”

Wait what?

Eric walked over to the whiteboard, casually scribbling down what looked like a list of medieval torture techniques disguised as exercises. You read them slowly, each word landing like a personal attack.

Jump squats. Burpees. Mountain climbers. Wall sit. Dead bugs. Plank to finish.

“All bodyweight exercises.. going easy because it's your first day”

He mumbled casually as if you weren't already dying. This was easy?

You swallowed.

He turned around, arms crossed, the sleeves of his black shirt tight around his biceps. “You ready?”

“Do I get a choice?”

“No.”

You gave him a weak thumbs-up, to which he only raised an unimpressed brow

“Alright,” he clapped once. “Let’s see what you’re made of.”

You launched into the jump squats after he showed you the preview, your thighs screaming, balance wobbly. He was close—too close, watching your every move. Not in a pervy way, more like a hawk watching a baby bird trying to fly.

“Land softer” he said, “or you’ll destroy your knees. And keep your chest up..core embraced..remember to breathe the way I taught you.”

You adjusted your form as he said that, gritting your teeth, trying not to pass out.

Then came the burpees. You flopped onto the mat like a dying fish halfway through the second set.

“Come on,” he said, crouching beside you. “No one’s going to do this for you. You want to fit into the dress? Move”

You glanced at him as you caught your breath. Everything burned, your legs, your face, your ears, your lungs.

But something about his voice made you get up again, he was strict but also encouraging.

It was hell. Pure, leg-burning, lung-crushing hell. But you did it.

Barely.

By the time you were lying on your back after the last push-up your hoodie was soaked, your limbs jelly, you were convinced you’d hallucinated the whole session.

“Don't relax, we need to cool down first”

Well dying seemed like a better option now.

As the session finished he passed you a water bottle from the small cafeteria next to the reception.

“Shower is that way” he pointed towards the bathroom/changing area so you shook your head.

“I'll just go Home and do it..thank you for the session” you smiled as you stared at him.

“You did good”

Did he just compliment you? Well that felt good.

“Thank you..umm tomorrow?”

“You're not coming tomorrow” your brow raised as he said that.

“Mmm why?”

“You won't be able to”

“Okay umm day after tomorrow?” You asked again so he nodded.

Next morning you understood what he meant.

The moment your eyes opened you felt it, the searing pain in your chest. But that wasn't it, you also realised you couldn't get up. Like at all. None of your muscles moved, you grabbed onto the edge of the bed to lift yourself up and all you felt was sharp pain in your stomach. But that wasn't the worst of it all. The moment you tried to stand up, your legs just refused to budge, your so called glutes refusing to aid.

The pain wasn’t just soreness. It was agony. Muscles you didn’t know you had were on fire. Even blinking felt like an effort. You let out a small, pitiful groan as you somehow reached the bathroom.

How were you supposed to sit down now?

A loud scream was heard from the bathroom as you slowly descended to reach the commode.

You pulled your phone out from the pocket of your pants to send him a text. The Devil himself.

He was quick to respond.

In the evening after finishing work you walked towards the crow, maybe some physical activity will help loosen up the knots you had all inside your body. As you entered you saw a guy at the reception you hadn't seen in the past two days.

Just like Eric he was also covered in tattoos. He gave you a smile as he passed you the register to make the entry.

As you entered the main gym area you looked around for Eric but he was nowhere so after taking out your workout clothes you put your bag in the locker before you moved to the bathroom /changing room.

Your eyes widened when you spotted a familiar face there.

It was Regina. Eric's girlfriend. The perfect Regina. She was dolled up in the finest gymshark attire, you didn't want to stare but you couldn't help yourself, that booty, those curves. It was as if she was made in a lab. She was tying up her perfect blonde hair in the mirror when she caught you staring.

“Are you new here?” She asked you out of nowhere.

Oh god she was talking to you.

Regina Blanc was talking to you..

“Umm yes..i just joined yesterday”

She turned to look at you as you responded.

“I really love your shirt ..where did you get it? It's so cute”

Damn you always thought she'd be a mean girl in real life but surprisingly she was nice.

“Thank you ..umm.. forever 21..it's really old” you smiled at her so she smiled back. Before things would get awkward you headed for the changing room.

You pulled out your phone and texted Jake, then waited for his response as you squeezed into your leggings.

He was coming over tonight so you are excited to see him.

When you stepped out, luckily Regina was not there. To be frank she intimidated you with her perfect blonde hair and her perfect boyfriend.

As you went back into the gym area, you noticed all the treadmills were occupied except the one next to Regina.

You took a deep breath, acting as carefree as you could before you stepped onto the elevator.

You didn't really know how they worked, there were so many buttons, there should be just three buttons you thought. Start-Die-Stop.

“Oh let me help” she said as she stood on the side of the elevator effortlessly between her run.

She pressed start and then increased the speed to 4, it wasn't slow but it wasn't fast either.

“Thank you” you smiled at her.

God she was really nice

'I'm y/n by the way” you introduced yourself finally so she turned her head to look at you, her ponytail moving with her like a cartoon character, her treadmill was now set on the lowest.

“I'm Regina”

Yeah as if you didn't know.

A minute later Eric finally walked in, his eyes met with yours in the mirrorview so he gave you a curt nod before he reached the side of the elevator to reach Regina.

“Hey babe” he leaned forward as he kissed the side of her temple. That's when you really noticed how freaking tall he was as compared to you. Even Regina with her modelesque stature looked short in comparison to him.

“Babyyyy” she cooed, her pitch high as she pushed the stop button on the elevator and turned to him.

“I'm doing legs today..help me?” She said as she kissed him. You didn't want to stare but the mirror all around you made it impossible.

“You don't have to ask”

You almost saw a hint of smile on his face as his arm wrapped around her waist.

“Oh btw meet Y/n..she's new here”

She said to him so he nodded.

“I know..she's a client”

Regina seemed surprised by that information for some reason.

“Ohhh okay..well good luck..my condolences to you” she said as she turned to look at you, you could only chuckle in response.

“Let's go” he picked her up effortlessly, her legs wrapped around his waist as she let out a squeal, he then took her to the squat rack.

You looked around to see if other people witnessed that but it was as if nobody cared or maybe they were used to it.

He didn't even look at you after that, his eyes were hooked on Regina as he spotted her and guided her throughout the workout.

After thirty minutes you stepped off the treadmill. Your t-shirt was now soaked in patches of sweat. Grabbing your water bottle, you moved to the stretching mats at the far corner.

“Okay let's see” you mumbled as you pulled your phone out and opened youtube to find stretches that will help with muscle soreness or Doms or whatever he had said.

You used the water bottle to angle your phone.

“Oh god oh god” you couldn't move an inch, how were you supposed to touch your toes?

“Go help her..she's so clueless…it's cute” Regina said to Eric as she was taking a break from her set.

He looked at you for a second before he turned to her again.

“She's doing fine..got her YouTube and stuff” he said as he grabbed her water bottle to take a sip “Besides I'm only getting paid for twelve sessions” he winked at her so she shook her head before she let out a laugh.

“You're so money minded” she pressed her manicured finger into his chest to tease him but he just shrugged in response. You looked at them from the mirror just in time to see her boop Eric’s chest with her fingertip, like they were in some kind of romcom.

His expression barely changed, but the sight of him there, so tall, composed, completely absorbed in her, made your stomach twist. Did people ever feel that way about you and Jake? Did they ever look at you and think ‘oh what a cute couple?’

You shifted into another awkward stretch, groaning as your legs or your hamstrings screamed in protest. The girl in the YouTube video looked like a graceful swan, you felt more like a whale suffering a heart attack.

“Breathe into it,” the video said.

You did. Barely. Mostly you just whimpered in pain.

From across the gym, Eric leaned against the rack, arms crossed, watching without really giving it away

He had that maddeningly unreadable expression on his face. When Regina teased him, he smirked, but his eyes wandered..just for a second, back to you.

Why were you so helpless he thought.

“Okay that's enough” you mumbled in affirmation as you got up somehow and grabbed the mat to keep it in the used section.

As Regina noticed you leaving she called your name so you stepped towards her.

“Give me your number..we should hang out sometimes” she said to you, your eyes widened in surprise.

Was this really happening?

After exchanging numbers she clicked a selfie with you.

“Let me know when you're done with the photoshoot” Eric said to her before he walked to the reception area.

“Oh shut it” she giggled before she turned her attention to you and clicked another selfie.

She was probably way younger than you. You just realised that. How old was Eric?

Regina tucked her phone into the waistband of her leggings and smiled, all glossy lips and sparkling teeth.

“You’re seriously so cute” she said, giving your arm a playful nudge. “We could totally do, like, a girls' brunch or something sometime. There’s this café downtown that does these insane matcha pancakes and I'm telling you it's insane..Eric loves it too”

“Yeah—yeah, that sounds fun.”

You nodded quickly, your mouth catching up a beat too late.

She took your Instagram handle so she could tag you in the picture. From the glass door you noticed Eric at the reception desk, leaning on the counter and saying something to the tattooed guy from earlier. His eyes flicked toward you for half a second, just half and then back down to whatever he was doing.

After saying bye to Regina you stepped out of the gym area.

The guy, whose name you learned was Chance, pointed towards the register to mark your exit so you grabbed the pen.

“Feeling any better?” Eric asked so you looked at him..

“Kind of..I can walk now” you chuckled “I guess this is what Jake wants me to feel when he says you won't be able to walk for days after I'm done with you” you said nonchalantly. There was complete silence in the room for a good ten seconds before Chance laughed out loud.

Why? Why couldn't you just keep your thoughts in your head?

You wanted to disappear. You could feel the heat rushing up your neck to your face as you tried to busy yourself with scribbling your signature in the register.

Eric still hadn’t said a word but you could see from your peripheral vision that he was biting the inside of his cheek. That same unreadable expression on his face that he always had but this time, you were almost sure there was a flicker of amusement behind his eyes.

“I meant..” you stammered trying to get rid of the awkwardness, “I meant soreness. Like workout soreness. You know, post-leg day... DOMS. Not like…not like sex or—never mind.”

Chance laughed harder and leaned on the counter. “Nah, nah, don’t backpedal. That was awesome”

You groaned internally as he said that.

“Tell your boyfriend I’ll try not to upstage him next time” Eric finally spoke, his voice calm but gruff.

Your head shot up. Your jaw dropped open as you weren't expecting a quip from him. He still said it in his intimidating serious voice though.

“I will”

***************

“Baby i'm so sore” you said as you laid down in the bed after dinner with Jake. He was in the mood, he brought flowers and chocolates for you, even though you were trying to diet and he couldn't stop touching you.

“You don't have to stress, let me do my thing honeybear” he said to you so you smiled and nodded.

Every inch of your body hurt as he tried to make love to you slowly, you whimpered but it wasn't from pleasure.

As soon as he came he collapsed on the bed next to you.

“Fuck that was good..” he said so you turned to him and smiled.

“Goodnight..i had such a long day” he pecked your lips before he turned off his side of the lamp.

“Mmmm are you really sleepy?” You asked him so he nodded

“I stand on my feet for hours..my job isn't just sitting all day long and signing book logs”

You wanted to talk to him about the day but you understood that he was tired. His job wasn't an easy one. He wasn't wrong about that.

Next morning you woke up around 5 on your own..you noticed that you had plenty of notifications on your phone, particularly from instagram. You wanted to check but you got showered and ready first. On the way to the gym you finally opened the app.

Regina had posted the picture she took with you yesterday on her grid. Like not even a story, her main grid.

“Met my new bestie yesterday” was her caption. She had tagged your profile, it was private so you had plenty of requests pending now.

You couldn't help but smile at the picture but then you made the mistake of looking at the comments. One after the another, all you found was horrible things being said about you.

“You know how they say there's always an ugly one in a couple of friends? It's true”

“God If I was this girl and looked like that I'd never dare get a picture with a queen like Reg”

You scrolled further, heart thudding harder with every swipe.

The warmth from Regina’s friendly caption was already fading, replaced by the sting of her followers and their faceless cruelty.

“Regina, blink twice if she forced you to take this pic.”

“Nothing screams ‘main character’ like being the pretty friend. You're doing the lord's work, Regina.”

“No way she works out at The Crow. I thought your boyfriend had standards 😭”

“That poor shirt didn’t stand a chance..geee”

“Literally thought it was a fan photo at first. Can’t believe she tagged her”

“New bestie? Girl, that’s charity.”

“Someone please tell her the 2006 look isn’t cute anymore”

“Why would Regina post this? It’s ruining her aesthetic.”

“She kinda looks like the before pic in a weight loss ad”

“Why is she built like someone’s tired auntie?”

Your throat tightened. Your fingers trembled slightly as you scrolled faster, searching for one, just one, comment that was kind to you. Something neutral. Even a dumb emoji would do. But no, it was all variations of the same thing: you weren’t pretty enough, thin enough, polished enough to stand next to someone like Regina Blanc.

Had she… read them?

She had replied to a few people under other comments that were praising her and didn't include you but nothing under the insults. You nearly closed the app, until you noticed a name in the likes.

Eric Draven.

He had liked the post.

Of course he did.

You clicked the little heart icon to double-check.

He probably read those comments. Probably saw every insult. Probably agreed with some of them.

The screen blurred as tears welled in your eyes, and you quickly locked your phone, you felt embarrassed and humiliated. It wasn't Regina's fault, she just wanted to post a picture.

It wasn't her fault you were so fat and ugly. You didn't want to blame her but you sure as hell didn’t want to walk into that gym again either.

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