#what is the end goal. how is this going to improve anything. what is your apathy going to do

[flow2024]

fundamentally i think i dont get it. one of these two people is going to be president and one of these two people has explicitly stated exactly what they want to do and it's all horrible for everyone. like. what do you want

[chow0w]

oh i just LOVE your style!!!! if you wouldn't mind, could you explain how you go about designing and what your artistic process is with dragons specifically?? I love your lady jewel design the most!!!!!!

Of course, and thank you so much! @aldershadows also asked this question, and I hope I can give you a comprehensive answer, and will be taking this oppurtunity to create a one-and-done design tutorial to answer any similar questions that may come up in the future.

Bear in mind that I'm not a professional, and I'm not looking to dissuade people from following traditional techniques or other advice. This is purely a discussion of MY process, and what I consider to be good/bad design technique.

Where to Start

There are six important conceptual 'principles' I like to consider when in the initial stages of (Re)designing a character: Story, Personality, Aesthetic, Interpretation, and canon/fanon appearance. Fully understanding these principals can help you understand a character, which will make both your life and design better.

Story: What is this character's actual story? What's their lore? Where do they start, and where do they end up - and most importantly, where does your design fit into that timeline? When I design characters, I try to be clear on exactly what part of their journey they are on. (Ex: blaze and the coat -> sandwing succession war)

Personality: This one is pretty easy - what is your character like, and how do they present themselves to the outside world? When you make a character and show them to the world, everything in the canvas is interpreted by the audience: even down to simple details like posture or background. Treat it like an opportunity to show off as much of your character's personality as you can.

Aesthetic: Aesthetic plays the most important role of all: it's job is to make sure your design is cohesive. It can be a common theme, pattern, color pallet or shape - as long as it reoccurs throughout a design, it's good. Use aesthetics to amplify the other principals, and figure out how to make it *look* nice as a secondary goal.

Interpretation: This one is specific to redesigns, but could also be applied to OCs - I like to consider my personal interpretation of a character: the media I see, the opinion I have... Multi-animator projects, other fanart pieces and personal quirks make up my interpretation of most WoF characters. You don't always need to incorporate your interpretation, but it's good to have in mind.

Canon/Fanon appearances: If you want to design and OC, ignore this. If you're redesigning an existing character, it's useful to consider how your audience views them - for example, most of us collectively agree on a few key design aspects of most characters. That doesn't mean you have to follow those conventions, but keep in mind that they may make your character more or less recognizable. You can also call on the other principles of design to make up for any leap-of-faith redesign choices you make.

Narrow It Down

Now that you're thinking, it's time to narrow those ideas down! Be aware that sometimes, less is more: you might have a ton of cool concepts, but your design will look BAD if you can't stay cohesive. The number of different ideas that can co-exist in one design varies a lot by preference and similarity, so be evaluative when doing this. If you follow my blog, you might notice I tend to walk the line between detailed, cohesive design and overwhelming animator repellent. To combat this, I try to step back often and consider if I've gone too far.

At this stage, it's good to make notes or small sketches - anything to get your ideas down.

Experiment

Test your ideas out with more sketches - alter, add, subtract... whatever your heart desires. Experimentation is the best way to discover your specific design tendencies, as well as breaking new ground and stepping out of your comfort zone. The more you experiment, the quicker you'll improve. This is usually the point where I start testing out different patterns, since those are the main highlight of most of my redesigns. Pertaining to dragons, it's always a good idea to test out different shapes - especially wings, spikes, arms and tails, which are generally the most customizable features of a character. Looking to other artists for advice/inspiration is also a great tactic, but be sure to follow the 80/20 rule of originality within your designs!

Judge yourself (not literally)

Evaluating your designs as you make them is always a great idea, but sometimes you need multiple tests/sketches in order to know what you REALLY want. Compare your experiments - what do you like about them? What do you dislike? Which are more faithful to the character, and which ones confuse you? understanding the flaws in your design can help you to overcome even the biggest challenges.

I've used Kinkajou to show how important evaluation is: despite being my favorite character, she has proved exceedingly hard to redesign (to my satisfaction,) even with multiple attempts from this year and the last. She might not even be released by the time this post airs - but with the power of critical thinking and good evaluation, her design has gradually improved over my last few attempts.

Stay on your toes

Did you think you were done? Did you think it was over? NO. Life doesn't get easier just because you made it past the idea stage. When you have your final thoughts and want to get chugging with your reference page/illustration, make sure to stay alert! Keep evaluating, keep experimenting, and make sure to stay mindful of what you do! One of the more common issues I have is that I turn my brain off while I draw, and then slowly my designs drift further and further away from the idea I actually wanted to put down. Asking yourself questions along the way can help to sharpen your design, and train your mind to think more artistically.

It's always good to take a once-over of your final product: check for errors you might have made, and think about whether or not your design still looks good. Does it show personality? Is it consistent?

If you do find that your end product isn't what you really imagined, don't despair - there are plenty of lazy tricks you (And I) can pull to string things back together again. Using gradient maps is a great way to fix your colors, and simple filters like 'overlay' (procreate) can help to neutralize your pallet. My favorite trick is to use the 'curves' tool (procreate) to make certain colors darker, in the case that I feel my design doesn't use a wide enough range of light and dark shades. I also like to turn saturation down if I think there's a color problem, to see if it's actually my pallet or if I'm using too many colors with the same tone.

Keep Going

My design strategy relies on confidence. You won't be able to improve if you doubt that you can! So, my most important piece of advice is to keep going, no matter how fast or slow you seem to make progress. My second most important piece of advice is not to compare yourself to other artists - focusing on their progress is neglecting your own.

To everyone who made it this far, thank you so much! Posting here truly is an amazing experience and I adore you guys. Sorry if this got a little out of hand. I hope this was helpful to you and anyone else with the same question, as well as being a useful resource to other artists in the future! As always, my askbox is open to any and all questions + requests for redesigns!

( ´ ω ` )ノﾞ

[apppletea]

fated to pretend.

prologue.

platonic yan!batfamily x blind!reader

your entire life was in Paris, France. First you were raised by such a greedy woman and then abandoned for her, you never thought you'd have more family, then a millionaire woman took pity on you and adopted you as her beautiful daughter.

Your life was good, the only bad thing is that you will never be able to appreciate the beauty of the world, you were born without sight, at first it had been a complete curse but soon you adapted and somehow, you improved your own senses. Despite that, you were a little overprotected by the woman you called your mother, but that was okay; you understood her reasons perfectly, almost.

Years had passed, you turned 11 years old and on your birthday, a man appeared, you didn't know him and you definitely didn't know what he looked like, he was just a man, possibly in his 40s, His voice was so deep and hoarse, the fatigue was evident from inches away, but people who are only interested in power recognize status and appearance.

It turned out that your mother was a scammer and had managed to get into the billionaire's bed, As a result, you were born and the woman having achieved her goal, had escaped with money in her hands.

It was a painful story, it really was, but it didn't hurt you at all. A long time ago you stopped considering her your mother and focused on what you could do with your disability.

Leyla, that was the name of the woman, who had made a deal with the billionaire, Bruce Wayne. An agreement that you never knew the parts of, so you could only accept it and leave your home, friends, and life.

The day of your departure was painful, Leyla crying because unfortunately she didn't have that much power in your custody and in the end, true parents win the battle. And so you said goodbye, you got on the plane, and you looked back, you were going to miss your life in Paris.

On the plane, the man didn't say much and neither did you, you didn't see the need to talk to the strange man who claims to be your father when you really don't know if he means it. And even if it is true, you feel that you would have no obligation to call him father in your life.

Your hands played with each other, while you kept your head down, you were undecided whether or not to ask the man in front of you the reasons why he adopted you and how he found you but it was better to be direct once and for all.

‘Sir... I wanna ask you, why you adopt me?’ a soft but direct voice, even if you couldn't see you felt the atmosphere so tense and uncomfortable, surely he had a grudge against the woman for stealing. ‘I really don't know anything about you, nor did I know that woman was a thief.’

‘—You... could have ignored me and moved on with your life, don't you think?’

Suddenly everything went back to silence, this man definitely made you feel more uncomfortable than you thought and you hated how he just stayed silent for a long time, 10 minutes passed and he spoke, finally.

‘I loved your mother... So why did she do it?’ the same question you asked yourself for almost 9 years, “she did it because she wanted to”, that was what you wanted to answer so much, but you had noticed that the man really felt betrayed and you couldn't help but feel empathy for the first time.

‘I don't know, I never fully understood her despite being her daughter, I'll tell you one thing Mr. Wayne.’ You let out such a long sigh, the first conversation and it was already total chaos, a whirlwind full of emotions.‘Don't reflect her on me, I don't want to have anything to do with that woman, you didn't see it but I did, I saw her true nature.’

The air grew tense and Bruce let out a growl. He wanted to tell the girl in front of him that she knew nothing, that she was the best woman he'd ever met, but... was it true? She... She just... sigh.

‘I'm not stupid, I know what this world is like, I was born with this disability and I'll never be able to cure it.’

‘— You sought me out just for what? She sent you a letter admitting her sins and saying there was a daughter of hers missing in France? How stupid.’ Maybe it was your mistake to vent to that man, to your father, but you couldn't help but feel that he had simply idealized the woman who gave birth to you too much and from time to time, We must give a reality check to those who need it most.

Those were the last words you ever spoke to him, Bruce. The journey continued and after that, you stayed quiet simply letting out another tired sigh and focusing on something other than going to an unknown place.

[agirlwithglam]

🎀 The It Girl Lifestyle Guide 🎀

hi girlies! this guide is a part of the big series: The Ultimate It-Girlism Guide. in this mini guide i'll be including all things health, morning/nighttime routines, and more!

How to create your ideal morning / night / any other routine:

Here’s a mini step by step guide to curating a routine that works specifically for YOU, tailored to your own needs and wants. This can be for any routine u wanna create: morning, night, after school, after work, before school/ work, etc etc.

Apps / things needed:

ChatGPT (or an AI like that- it’s not completely necessary but it’s useful)

Notes app / docs app. (Or a pen and paper- this will be to write down the routine!)

Calendar app (optional tbh)

Ok so first off: decide what you want in your routine. Make a list in no particular order of what you need/ want in the routine.

Some examples:

Once you’ve created this list, you’re pretty much half way done. In this next part you can use chat GPT to make it easier, or use your own mind.

The next thing to do is: ask chatGPT to make a routine with the steps u wanted.

Make sure to mention what time your routine starts and ends. And if there’s anything you want to change, you can just ask the AI or make those changes yourself!

The last step is to write it down!

You can either write it down on the notes app, docs, on a journal/ piece of paper, anything that’s easily accessible to you. I heavily recommend writing it down somewhere, but if you dont want to you can…

Put it into your calander. This can help you be a bit more organised, but it’s not completely needed. As long as it’s written down somewhere- so you dont need to always remember it- you’re good.

Health and wellness

In this section, i will be talking about fitness, mental health and physical health. I will mention some useful tips to finally start, how to overcome procrastination, and how to take care of that area of your body.

1. FITNESS.

Numero uno: fitness! I’m not going to go yapping on about how fitness is so important- im assuming you all know that by now. But let me just remind you that staying fit is not only exercising or going to the gym everyday. It can be: running, going for a walk, playing a sport, yoga, pilates, dancing, cycling, and THE LIST GOES ON. DO anything that moves your body and gets you fit!

Here are some tips to help you get started:

Start small. Set small goals first. Set SMART goals

Choose the activities you enjoy. Like i mentioned earlier, there’s tons of ways to stay fit- cycling, running, swimming, yoga, dance, sports, etc. etc. (if you like, joining a class or working out with friends can help you stay motivated!)

Stay consistent. I know i know, this is said everywhere. But there is no progress without consistency. Even if you can’t do a whole workout one day, try and do 10 jumping jacks, or 5 pushups. Do whatever you can. Remember: 1% is better than 0.

Create a vision board. You can create one yourself, or find tons of them off Pinterest. Vision boards will make the process so much more fun and will certainly motivate you.

Set a reward system. Tell yourself: if you do this high intensity workout now, you can go to the spa later or watch tv.

Find a why. This goes for like everything tbh. If your why is big enough, you are capable of doing anything (even finding that lost book that you owe the library!) basically, are you doing this to get ripped? With tons of abs, or to get strong and impress people? Or are you doing this to boost your self esteem and improve your health?

2. FOOD & NUTRITION.

Balanced diet: eat the rainbow! Meaning- eat meals with a variety of different colours. Fruits, vegetables, proteins, carbohydrates, etc. it’s completely alright to eat a chocolate, but remember: EVERYTHING IN MODERATION.

Hydration: aim for at least 8 glasses of water a day. Trust me, drinking the magical potion that is water will help you SO much! It can help you clear your skin, have pink uncrusty lips, keep you fit and soooo much more.

Mindful eating: in the book IKIGAI it is said that you should only eat until you’re 80% full. Not 100%. Why? Because the time it takes for you to digest the food will have already made you extremely full. You may even have a stomachache. Studies also show that cutting back on calories can lead to better heart health, longevity, and weight loss.

Here are some tips to manage cravings:

Find healthier alternatives. If you are craving something sweet like chocolate, have something like a sweet fruit. If you crave something salty, try nuts. If you can’t think of any, search up some healthier alternatives to it!

Create more friction for junk, and less friction for healthy. This concept was said in the book Atomic Habits by James Clear. What does it mean? Make sure that it takes a lot of energy to get the unhealthy junk food. Maybe keep them high up in a cupboard so whenever you want it you have to go get a ladder, climb up, and then get it. And keep the healthy food in easy reach. Like some fruits open on a table, etc. (also remember to keep some actually yummy healthy food like Greek yogurt or protein bars.)

Distract yourself. Go do a workout or engage your mind in a hobby that you enjoy. Basically take your mind off food.

Yummy water. Make some lemonade for yourself. Or perhaps add slices of lemon, cucumber, mint or strawberries to it for some flavours. I’d do some research on this cus i know that some combos can rly help for things like clearing your skin, boosting energy, etc.

3. MENTAL HEALTH

Taking care of your mental health is just as important as taking care of your physical health. It affects how we think, feel and act and also determines how we handle stress, relate to others, relationships, etc.

Of course there will be ups and downs for our mental health. It’s not something that you can just fix once and it’ll be good forever. No, it’s a rollercoaster. But having a “good” mental health is really important for a successful lifestyle.

Here are some tips to help you improve your mental health:

Meditation / deep breathing. I can’t emphasise how important this is. Even 1-2 minutes a day is good. Start small. You dont even need to be sitting crossed legged for this. Whether you’re in class, on a vehicle or in a stressful situation; just breathe. Take a deep breath, and out. Do it right now.

Journalling. Write. It. Out. Writing your problems and worries out is SOO therapeutic, especially when you want to calm down. There are SO MANY benefits to journalling. But remember that once you’ve ranted on the paper, tear it, rip it, and watch it burn. (Don’t keep a journal for this unless you KNOW 150% that no ones ever gonna read it. Trust me, it’s terrifying knowing that someone’s read that.) other things you can do is create a gratitude journal, so whenever you’re feeling low you can just go to it or write in it.

Self careee!! Create time for self care in your week. Because if you do that, it’s gonna be that one thing which you’ll be looking forward to each week, which will make life SO much more fun and bearable. For me, my forms of self care are watching thewizardliz or tam Kaur, reading, watching a movie at night, etc.

POSITIVE. SELF. TALK. Need i say more? What you say to yourself, is what you believe. And what you believe reflects in your external life.

Sing your heart out to Olivia Rodrigo. I swear this is actually so calming and therapeutic. Basically: express your feelings. If you’re angry at someone, feeling grief or really hurt by someone, screaming to Olivia Rodrigo songs in my bedroom is my go-to (i just make sure not to do it when others can here hehe). You can punch your pillow, scream, cry, etc.

Remember honey: this too will pass. Repeat that over in your head. This will pass. This will pass. This will pass. I know you may be going through the toughest time ever, but this too will pass. Nothing is forever. You’ve gotten through so much worse. You’ve got this.

!! Girls, please remember that these are just some tips. I am NOT a professional. If you really feel horrible every single day, go to therapy or counselling. Also contact mental health hotlines or emergency numbers if needed.

Mkay thats it! I hope this was of some value to you, and stay tuned for the next guide in the it girl series!

[elicathebunny]

FINALLY CLOSING THE GAP BETWEEN YOU AND YOUR HIGHEST SELF IN 2024.

You are going to STOP scrolling endlessly for self-help and advice content and you are going to STOP and apply the knowledge you have endlessly gained. Obtaining help and advice knowledge is useless if it goes through one ear and comes straight out the other. STOP becoming addicted to the idea of scrolling and scrolling for your problems yet you already have the resources to fix them. A fool is a person who cannot decide to take action despite having access to the information needed to do so.

BREAKING FREE FROM THE SCROLLING CYCLE

Learning and Applying is one thing, but Learning and Staying Stationary is literally brain rot. You're addicted to the idea of change and the end result, but you never take the steps towards discipline with a personal structure to get that result. You keep looking for quick fixes and easy hacks, but life is not a quick fix and no hack can elevate your life from 0% to 100% without visiting the rest of the numbers first.

TAKE A BREAK FROM SCROLLING

Take time away from your usual scrolling and learn to be on your own. Learn your own ways of self-care, learn what works for you and understand what you need, because nobody is the same. Following a millionaire's morning routine will not make you a millionaire. This routine has worked for someone to feel and be productive in the morning and was probably curated over the years to suit their current lifestyle. So, seeing other people's successes and comparing their working ways to your life is unrealistic if you are not in a position to implement them. Going straight from 0% (Being unproductive and procrastinating) to 100% (Being incredibly Productive and in tune with self) will not be sustainable for someone who has not built the discipline and the inner foundations required for it. STOP seeing information online and taking it without ALTERING anything to your personal situation.

STOP ASKING HOW TO AND JUST DO

"How to lose weight, How to become more social, How to do this and that"

Most of these things you ALREADY know the answer to. Everybody knows that to lose weight, you need to burn more than you consume. There is literally no other way, no magic and no secret hack, just that simple fact. I guarantee you know that to become more social you just have to be social. Learn to be comfortable in social situations which will require inner work, but it's not a difficult concept. Most of us know what we need to do, yet we still try to find quick fixes or another way that same message is presented to us differently. We act as if we are improving and developing on our "improvement" journey yet we are just finding coping ways to feel like we are moving, yet we are still in the exact same place as before. I know you know what to do, I know you have researched what you should do and ways you can do it. So why are you not doing it? Why are you still not where you want to be? If you are not where you want to be, then what you're currently doing needs to change. You cannot do the exact same thing you've been doing for years and expect a different outcome. You need to curate a routine suited to your needs that is realistic and achievable to adopt.

LEARNING TO MOVE ON YOUR OWN, STOP DEPENDING ON OTHERS TO FUEL YOUR SUCCESS JOURNEY LISTEN TO: NOBODY IS COMING TO SAVE YOU BY JULIENHIMSELF Make yourself your safe space, your foundation. When you see yourself in the mirror you should be able to tell yourself "I love you", you should be so sure in what you do that nobody else can contradict what you believe in yourself, this is the end goal of self-improvement. Many of us have put aside our goals because we "are not ready", "people may judge us" or "I need to be/achieve ___ to.." Now don't get me wrong, I'm on this journey with you. I write on this blog to teach my brain how to think in the higher mindset that I'm creating for myself. I too have thoughts like this which is why in 2024 we are going to break out of our old selves to make room for our new selves together. We have to lose ourselves to find ourselves. If you're mood and self-worth are controlled by other people's opinions, then you will never advance further with yourself and will remain stationary. You have to stop allowing other people to determine whether you are allowed to pursue your desires or if you shouldn't because of fear of rejection. Don't take life too seriously, we are only here for so much time. So what if people make fun of you? In a few years will you look back and be proud and fulfilled of your past or feel regret and disappointment? LISTEN TO: WHY YOU CARE SO MUCH BY JULIANHIMSELF + LISTEN TO: HOW TO DETACH BY VICKITA TRIVEDI

The only way to get to 0%-100% is by doing.

Embody your potential

[luffysscraps]

Straw hats kinks;🔞

cw: Headcanons.NSFW.Smut.18+.Fem reader. Luffy’s a bit gross. (BUT IF YOU DONT LIKE HIM LIKE THAT THEN YOU’RE NOT A TRUE LUFFY FAN‼️‼️) Sanji cums on food.

Characters: Luffy. Zoro. Sanji.

Not proofread.

-Luffy

• Hair pulling (Giving and receiving); he didn’t know how much fun it was to pull you down on his cock by your hair. Watching you try to get away from him and forcing you to look at him by your hair made his dick twitch. He also loved when you grasp his head when he’s going down on you. The feeling of your fingers gripping his hair harshly made him hard instantly.

•Excessive cum; Again he discovered this by complete accident. Even without using his devil fruit powers his balls are abnormally large and filled to the brim with cum. Doesn’t matter how long ago he was sucked dry they’ll refill within an hour. And with Luffy’s stamina he doesn’t even notice when he’s shooting blanks. But watching you fill up with his cum turned him on even more which resulted in him going longer creating an endless cycle of cumming inside of you. He likes to pull out slowly and watch the juices drip down his cock and onto the bed sheets; making a mess of your pussy.

•Spit; He’s so messy. His kisses are so sloppy. And he knows this, he often apologizes for his messiness but doesn’t do anything to improve it. So when he accidentally drooled over on top you he didn’t expect his cock to twitch so wildly. So (with your permission of course) he begins to spit on you more often. In your mouth; on your boobs; ass; pussy; face. Anywhere you’ll allow him to he does so. Hell he’ll even ask you to spit on him some times.

•Belly bludge; He loves placing his hand on your womb and, every time he thrusts feeling your skin stretch to accommodate his size. “Hmm~ I can feel myself inside of you~!” He’ll groan out with a laugh on the end of it. He makes it a game, placing his hand on your stomach as he’s trying to feel his tip with every thrust.

•Marking/Biting; He loves, loves, loves to leave marks on your body. By the end of your session you’re left with red and purple hickies and bites all over your body. He can’t seem to take his mouth off of your body, there’s something so addicting about having your soft skin in between his lips. A simple neck kiss often turns into a sex session because he’s so turned on by just sucking on your skin. (Although he does forget his own strength and ends up biting too hard sometimes.)

•Body crushing; “You can take it! Can’t you?” He giggles while he smothers you against the mattress. He loves the feeling of his weight on top of you. At first he used it as a way to restrain you and stop you from squirming but he soon began to enjoy the control he got from it. You can barely breath from underneath him, and your squirms were no more. There was something unexplainably sexy about you two being so close to each other that turned him on. He didn’t know what it was but now he loves to smother you against the bed sheets

•Bonus; He doesn’t mean to be so rough with you, it’s just that he doesn’t know his own strength and when he’s going at it, his mind runs blank more often then not. He’s not in control of his body and stretches his dick to reach your womb, trying to go beyond but it seems impossible. So he’s made it his goal to break through your womb! And he tells anyone who asks what his dreams are or goals. “My goal is find the one piece, become pirate king and break through Y/N’s womb!” He shouts in the middle of a heated battle. Sometimes you wonder why you love this idiot.

-Zoro

•Throat fucking; Zoro often has you laid out on his bed in front of him. He spreads out your arms grasping both of them tightly. He positions himself at the entrance of your mouth and goes to town. He loves to grip your throat and feel the outline of his cock as he thrusts in and out of your mouth like his own personal toy. So warm; so wet; and don’t get him started on that tongue of yours. It’s something about your throat that Zoro loves (slightly) more then your pussy.

•Dacryphilia; When your eyes start to water and tears prick the corners of your eyes Zoro let’s out nothing but a moan. There was no concern for you. He loves watching the tears streak down your cheeks as you whine and cry about how his cock is too big and too much for you to handle. “What is it too big? Come on now Y/N~ I know you can handle it~” The power and control he feels from seeing your pathetic tears make his dick run wild.

•Breastfeeding; The man loves boobs, and he loves sucking on them too, this kink was a no brainer. He doesn’t know why but playing with your nipples and sucking on them gets his rocks off. He’ll get hard In seconds from just playing with them. Sometimes he’ll fall asleep with a nipple in his mouth.

•Cockwarming; Just like how he’ll fall asleep with your nipple on his mouth, he’ll fall asleep with his cock still inside of you. It feels at home just being inside your warm cunt. He loved spooning you and just shoving his cock into you without warning and falling asleep in seconds. It’s just so relaxing, feeling you squeeze him tightly in his sleep. He’ll stay like this with you for hours, but don’t be surprised when he wakes up and starts going to pound town without warning.

•Boxers; something about seeing you in his boxers makes him hard in a heart beat. Man sees you wearing his boxers and he is sprung. You look so sexy wearing his underwear, he can devour you in seconds if you come to bed wearing his boxers. The boxers being way too big for your figure; the way he can see the outline of your cunt. It drives him crazy. A simple nap together can turn into getting freaky in the sheets because of you wearing his boxers.

•Orgasm control; “listen to me. You can’t cum now. Don’t disobey me baby girl~” Again it’s the power going all to his cock. When he feels you squirm and your walls twitch he shakes his head “Ah, ah, ah. You’ve gotta hold it until I cum first alright?” His voice is so demanding and feeling your uncontrollable twitching go against his words causes him to smack your ass. “Bad girl~” he warned with a smirk.

•Breeding; The thought of knocking you up is just so enticing to him. Stuffing you full of his cum and watching you quake and shake makes his body feel so hot. And watching your baby bump and tits grow larger just turns him on so much. He’ll place his hands on your stomach and breasts every day, feeling them swell as the days go by, god it just makes him hard instantly. He’ll pump you full of cum every single night, he can’t help it he loves using your hole for hours on end.

•Bonus; not really a turn on, turn on. But Zoro finds it hot when his s/o is smarter then him. Say something smart, figure something out or lead him back to the crew and he’ll just stare at you with a devious smirk. He’s totally silent but that smirk on his face is all telling.

-Sanji

•praise (giving and receiving); “you’re doing so well for me princess~ just a little more.” “What a good girl you are for me~” “fuck~ so tight. So good for me~ hmm~” with Sanji being Sanji, even if he can’t speak full sentences he’ll praise you to the ends of hell. But if you praise him back, call his cock big, tell him how good he’s fucking you, tell him he’s amazing and sweet to you; he’s hard again in minutes and you’ve earned yourself another round.

•Brat taming; My goodness, please, please, please act naughty and disobey him. It turns him on soooo much. If you tell him ‘no’, try to get away from him, or tell him something mean he’s quick to remind you who’s in control here. He’ll pin you to the bed like “uh uh uh~ Be a good girl for me, okay princess?” With a playful wag of his finger he’ll lightly scold you and act like what you did was childish before rightfully punishing you. Shoving his cock in your pussy before fucking you painfully slowly, and with your body pinned you can’t move at all. You’ll end up whining and begging for him to speed up, and only when you say please is when he’ll comply.

•Spanking; It goes hand and hand with brat taming. Be too naughty in one night and he’ll bend your bare ass over his knee. “Now you’ve earned yourself 20 spanks. I want you to count with each one or else I’ll have to start over.” He warns before he smacks your rear. He’s gentle with you, not too harsh but not too soft of course. He just wants you to learn a lesson. And when he sees the plush of your skin turning a soft red and purple it drives him wild. After the spanking is over he’ll kneed the bruised skin with a sly smile. Sinking his fingers into it to hear you whine and cry more.

•Bondage; He likes the restraining aspect of bondage. He likes to tie you up and restrict your movements. He’ll tie your hands around your back with just about anything he could get his hands on. A rope, a ribbon, his own tie. Loves to watch you squirm and cry, begging to be unrestrained but you’re at his mercy. It makes him feel like he’s in control, only he can let you go and only he can make you feel like this.

•Oral (Giving); Sanji LOVES to eat you out for hours on end. He’ll tie your hands behind your back and place his hands firmly on your thighs so you can’t move. He’ll leave a trail of kisses along your stomach before his head dips down to your wet cunt and his tongue does it’s job. He’ll have you ringing out orgasms on end. Not stopping from your whines and protests of overstimulation. He’ll go until your clit is sore and your pussy aches. He loves eating you out, your juices are simply delicious. He loves feeling your thighs squeeze his head, he swears he can cum just from your noises and the action of his tongue sliding in and out of your slick.

•Food play; Sanji often treats himself with a snack late at night and that’s you. He’s brought whipped cream and hot fudge to the bedroom and you’re his plate to decorate. He’ll tie you down to the bed and spread whipped cream on your sensitive nipples, a trail of hot fudge runs down to your pussy and cherries on top to garnish the dish. He makes you a work of art before devouring your body. As he eats you up like no tomorrow you can feel his hard on pressed against your inner thigh. You’re just the best dish he’s ever had, how can he not get hard?

•Bonus; “I’ve made you a special dish tonight my love.” Sanji beckons as he enters the bedroom holding a plate. You know exactly what that meant and hummed softly laying down on the bed. “It’s a chocolate eclair, made with Love~” He sung happily taking a piece of it up with his fork and putting it to your lips. You could see the runny, milky-clear, liquid of his sperm sitting on top of it and you gladly ate it and you could see the exact second his cock gets hard in his pants.

[messyoungie]

HABITS TO DROP WHEN GETTING YOUR LIFE TOGETHER

➝ CREATING UNAUTHENTIC & UNINTENTIONAL GOALS

the biggest mistakes you can make when creating goals is making goals that aren’t true to you and making goals for the sake of making goals.

it can be so exciting when you decide to get your life together. I mean, of course it is! there are so many possibilities! but when you start planning, don’t just write down the goals you see circulating on social media. what works for someone else may not be what works for you. don’t make your goals and habits based on what’s trending or popular in the self improvement community.

think about what you actually need for a minute. what is actually necessary? your goals and habits aren’t here to be glamorous, they’re here to help regardless of how simple or small they are. the point of thinking up new habits is to improve your life, so be intentional with your goals. what will practicing this habit or achieving this goal give you?

when you’re first starting out, your goals don’t have to be anything too crazy or intense. for example, let’s say you want to become a pink pilates girl and get into fitness. you shouldn’t jump right into it and say your goal is to work out for 2 hours 5 times a week. let’s consider some factors first. have you been living a completely sedentary kind of lifestyle? then try looking for exercises that’ll wake up dormant muscles. your goal should then be to repeat those exercises for how ever many times a week. then you’ll work your way up from there. (it’s important we don’t harm the body, so be mindful with your fitness goals.) what about your schedule? how much time can you actually give to working out? can your body even endure working out for that long?

anyways, hopefully you see what I mean. when creating goals, it’s not about having the “aesthetic” habits and goals that you may see on tiktok or tumblr. it’s about doing what is actually good for you and what’ll help you the most with where you are now in your journey. so please put some thought into your goals and where they’ll take you. creating unauthentic and unintentional habits will also mean you’ll be less likely to keep practicing them after a few times. at the end of the day, that doesn’t help you achieve anything and you’re left with a broken promise you’ve made to yourself. which leads me to my next point…

➝ NOT KEEPING YOUR WORD WHEN IT COMES TO YOU

let me start off by saying this— if you don’t even listen to yourself, why should anyone else? (harsh, ik)

a HUGE reason as to why people have no self confidence is because they don’t listen to themselves or keep the promises they’ve made to themselves. if you have no self trust, how could you have any self confidence?

now, building discipline can definitely be a challenge so if you want to start somewhere easy, nip your false promises in the bud and stop yourself from making them. that’s what I did when I was first trying to stop this habit. when my addiction to tiktok was at its peak I would always tell myself the usual “ten more minutes and then I’ll stop scrolling.” when I wanted to stop making false promises, I knew I had no control or discipline so the only thing I could do is be real with myself. I’d cut myself off when I heard myself say “five more minutes” because I knew it wasn’t going to happen. if I wasn’t going to quit my bad habit, then the least I could do is be honest with myself.

the things that you are constantly telling yourself, whether they’re mindless or intentional, matter.

so, stop telling yourself seemingly harmless lies. unnecessary false promises that you know are false will only fill you with tension.

➝ SEEING FAILURE AS AN INVITATION TO GIVE UP

this applies to so many things.

you wanted to be consistent with your reading goals but haven’t read a chapter in a week? dont give up. don’t tell yourself that being consistent is too hard for you, that since you missed a week this habit isn’t for you. make your goal a bit easier or give yourself another chance.

you wanted to spend more time doing art but it’s not turning out how you expected? dont give up. dont give yourself the title of a “bad artist” and never pick up a pencil again. move forward, give yourself another chance.

you wanted to quit your Instagram addiction but after a couple days you went back to scrolling for hours on ig reels? Don’t give up. dont tell yourself that this addiction isn’t gonna go away, don’t go back to the bad habit because you slipped up. give yourself another chance.

I think a lot of us (myself included) tend to give up at the first sign of failure, instead of reminding ourselves to keep going. it’d be wonderful if you could get it right on the first try. if you could read ten books a month right away after not reading a book in three years. if you could watch hours worth of tutorials and sketch the perfect portrait on the first attempt. if you could uninstall instagram for good and never feel the urge to go back. that would all be so amazing, but it’s not always the reality. expect the best from yourself and do the best you can, but also give yourself some compassion. keep in mind that you won’t always do things perfectly right away and that’s one thousand percent okay. when you feel yourself slipping up on your brand new goal, don’t end it there at the first failure. allow yourself to move forward, because the only other direction to move is backwards.

[onaswife]

A pleasant reunion

Couple: Ingrid Engen x reader

Ingrid G!P

Note: This is my first G!P story so there may be some big mistakes or weird things, but I'll try to improve over time. Smut. I tried to follow the original idea, sorry if I missed a lot, but it's honest work 🤞🏻✨️original idea from @sachanobie

You had made your debut in your home country, the Netherlands.

FC Twente Vrouwen had been your home for over five years; you loved that club, but you felt it was time to take on new challenges in your career.

During your UEFA Women's Champions League campaign, you had caught the attention of many foreign teams, including the team where your sister played in England.

The last few months at the club were hectic; you received offers every other day, each one better than the last. You were on the verge of accepting the offer from Olympique Lyonnais, which promised you many good things, but only a two-year contract, a good salary, and an apartment in the team residence.

You considered it; you even had to call your sister to ask her what she thought about the contract they had offered you, since it was the first contract you had received from an international club. After she told you you could ask for better things and cut short your dream of leaving for so little, it seemed as if, almost magically, the best contract they'd offered you had fallen through the cracks.

Barcelona FC.

You couldn't deny being excited that the team was interested in you. You'd been a fan since you were little, watching Iniesta play and seeing the magic he had when it came to playing. It made you quite excited, but you were insecure. How would you do it being so far away from your family, with a language you didn't know and that was so difficult for you, on top of having to meet new people (which made you quite anxious; between you and your sister, you were the shyest).

Although you didn't reject the offer, you kept them waiting.

It went on like that for a week… or maybe a little longer, a few days… a month, actually.

And you were going to keep putting it off until the day you played your last Champions League match with your club (which also hadn't wanted to renew your contract), you were visited by one of FC Barcelona's recruiters, wanting to talk to you about the contract, while your sister and your agent waited in the tunnel.

You had a pleasant farewell on national soil after losing 7-3 to Wolfsburg.

The match was quite lively, aggressive more than anything. You were fighting tooth and nail to try to equalize the score against the German team, but you hadn't had many opportunities. The green team seemed to know every move your teammates were planning, which was starting to tire you out.

The play began in the 26th minute, with an inside pass from the center backs as they evaded the opposing team's forwards. Lynn played a long pass that landed at Renate's feet, who quickly flicked a short cross to Bente.

Two defenders rushed to block some kind of pass she had in mind, until she saw you near the right wing, while your defender was closing down another of your teammates, leaving you with enough space.

At minute 27:56, you received the pass over the top. It was coming quite quickly. You settled in, and as soon as the ball dropped low enough, at minute 28:00, you volleyed it home, scoring the most beautiful goal of that match. It took a magnificent spin and nestled in the left corner while the goalkeeper was on the ground, beating it in frustration.

You didn't have time to celebrate as you listened to your defender seemingly insulting the air. You ran toward the goal, picked up the ball, and placed it in the center of the field, ready to continue playing.

During the first goal, the fans couldn't stop screaming and chanting your name, celebrating that lucky goal that had fallen right in the 28th minute. The same number you wore on your back with such pride because it meant so much to you. It was your and your sister's birthdates.

The match ended sadly, mostly because of the defeat and your early departure. All your teammates gathered in a large circle while the captain gave a speech that made you cry. When the girls from the other team realized what was happening, some came over and joined in the farewell while you continued to cry but also smiled.

At the end of the speech, one by one, they approached you to hug you and wish you luck. Ingrid Engen was one of those people; even though she wasn't on your team, she approached you and offered you a warm and friendly hug.

"I hope your next club values ​​you and that you enjoy this new stage."

Her voice was so beautiful, you could listen to it all day and never get bored. You tightened your arms around her as you gently caressed her back with your outstretched hand, feeling her body heat.

"I hope the same for you… I hope we can continue sharing the field in the future."

She pulled away from the hug as she placed her hand on your cheek and gave you a soft, toothy smile. You froze at the touch of it on your skin. As she walked away, talking to one of her teammates, you couldn't help but feel embarrassed. She wished you luck, so you wouldn't be paralyzed later, unable to do anything.

After the fans' farewells and the traditional lap to sign and take photos with your fans, you walked slowly toward the tunnel, listening for the last time to hear your name being chanted in the stands.

Your agent was waiting for you with a sad smile on his face, his nose red as were his eyes, a sign that he'd been crying just like you. You walked over to him and hugged him. They both knew everything you'd been through that season and how it hurt so much.

A few meters further into the tunnel was your sister, who was talking to the Barcelona scout. From where you were standing, you could see it was a rather serious conversation; neither of them stopped talking and they were moving their hands emphatically.

You walked slowly, having separated yourself from your agent's arms and being followed by him. When they both noticed you, they fell silent. Daniëlle quickly opened her arms when she saw that your eyes were still watering, and you quickly bumped your body into hers.

You stayed like that for what seemed like hours, but were actually minutes, being comforted by your older sister as she whispered words of encouragement.

That same afternoon, you signed your contract with Barcelona, ​​accompanied by your family.

And five months later, you were already having your first training session with the team.

You lived in an apartment 20 minutes away from Joan Gamper, but even so, you had gotten up early that day, mostly because you were eager to meet all your new teammates, with whom you'd be sharing a locker room for the next few years.

You got up and took a shower, hoping that would hopefully clear your mind of the day's bad prospects. After getting dressed and combing your hair, you called your mom. She calmed your mind and said everything would be fine. You believed her.

You arrived at least 30 minutes early, nerves racing through your body. The coach was waiting for you, along with Alexia, since you'd said you'd be arriving early. The two of them took the time to show you around Joan Gamper and welcome you.

After that, the day went by normally. You couldn't help but feel self-conscious about your new club. You didn't know any of the girls since you'd never played with them, which made you feel a little insecure.

At lunchtime, you didn't know who to sit with. You still felt like you couldn't possibly meet anyone since you'd never shared a court or anything. Except for Hansen.

You had played against her a few times when she played for Wolfsburg. You decided to sit alone. You needed to review what had happened during the day, see what you needed to improve in your performance, and give yourself encouragement to keep going.

You felt a presence next to you. You looked at who sat next to you and found Caroline. She looked back at you with a small nod as you began to eat.

"I thought you'd sit with the others," you said in a low voice as you began to play with your food. It was more of a routine than a way to avoid eating. You needed to see everything on your plate before you could start eating.

"I think I appreciate them… a lot, but sometimes I need silence when eating… or doing any activity. They have too much energy for me." When you heard her speak, her tone similar to yours, you couldn't help but smile; you felt exactly like her.

They had all welcomed you, but during the day, you realized that, compared to you, they exuded much more energy than you could handle in a day. Maybe it was because they had grown up with lots of sunshine, and you grew up in a place where it was more common for it to rain cats and dogs than to have a full day of sunshine. And maybe that was true, since Caro had a personality similar to yours, and she was from Norway, almost a neighbor of the Netherlands.

From that brief interaction you had that day, Caro and you became inseparable. Wherever she was, you were there, and vice versa. You seemed glued to the hip, the best of friends.

That's why you were the first to find out about Ingrid's arrival to the team. Caro told you, quite excitedly, during a phone call after an international break.

You couldn't help but feel excited by the news. You couldn't deny that Ingrid made your heart flutter in your chest and made you feel those typical butterflies in your stomach. But you also didn't want to relate to her that way; from what you'd heard, she was in a relationship. You couldn't help but feel jealous of this person who could have Ingrid.

When the international break ended, you were one of the last to return to Barcelona. You wanted to enjoy the few days you could with your family and catch up with your sister, who enjoyed knowing you were okay in Spain. Obviously, you avoided telling her that you didn't talk much with your teammates except when they were playing a game.

You arrived quite tired from the long trip. You went straight to bed, took a short shower to get rid of the airport and airplane smell, and then went to sleep.

Maybe it was 10 minutes or 10 hours, but it was the sound of the doorbell that woke you up. You woke up groggily at the sound, not having been able to take the time you normally take to wake up.

You slowly opened the door, still rubbing your eyes to try to chase away the sleep that still lingered in your body. You froze when you saw who was on the other side of your door.

"What are you doing here, Graham? I need to recover as much energy as possible so I can handle the girls' energy."

You could only stand there like a fool, feeling your cheeks heat up. "Sorry I came by without warning… I told Caroline to text you, but she said it wasn't necessary," she excused herself as she leaned closer to you. You could clearly smell the perfume she was wearing; it was sweet, but not enough to be bothersome.

You stared at her when you saw her lean a little closer to you, as if she wanted to hug you, but didn't dare. And neither did you.

"It's like this. I think we're pretty close. You can come over anytime, too." You gave her a somewhat shy smile as you stepped aside, inviting her in. She gave you a smile, one of those that made your cheeks and chest heat up, as she walked past you, brushing her arm against yours.

You talked about everything and nothing while eating the Chinese food they'd ordered. Caro caught you up on family matters, just as you did. Her brother had started dating one of his teammates from the national team, while your sister started talking to one of her teammates from the new team. From what she'd told you, she liked him.

Ingrid listened to everything silently, while watching them. You could feel her gaze lingering on you for a few minutes longer than usual.

"And you? Tell me you've already met someone," Caro said in a slightly mocking tone as she lightly hit your knee with the back of her hand. You couldn't help but blush at her mockery.

"I think love isn't for me right now… or maybe all the luck in love will end up going to my sister… it's amazing how she always ends up dating some pretty girl." The three of them in the room laughed. When you finished, you leaned completely on Caro's arm, while she pulled away from you slightly to hug you affectionately.

"Tell me that at least this time you were able to talk to her like a normal person and without avoiding her, Caroline." Your voice sounded more subdued due to the sleepiness that had overtaken you again, but Ingrid understood it differently.

Hearing you say it in a more subdued tone, she thought you were in love with Caro, but that you weren't able to tell her how you felt. That made something inside her feel different, distinct, as if she didn't like the fact that you had those feelings for Caroline and not for her.

The next day, you arrived early as usual. In the locker room, you ran into Alexia and Ingrid, who was being given a tour of the Joan Gamper.

Alexia approached you and wrapped you in a tight hug. Alexia had something that made people feel comfortable around her. You liked cuddling with Alexia; she reminded you a lot of Daniëlle, although of course, Alexia was twice your sister's size.

He pulled away from the hug and placed a soft kiss on your hair, then ruffled your hair. You frowned as you let out a sound similar to a grunt, and walked away toward your cubicle. Ingrid looked at you with a soft smile on her lips. You blushed at the sight of her eyes on you, but you smiled back.

This time, she approached you with more confidence and hugged you. She still smelled the same as the last time you hugged; her arms felt like heaven and heaven. "How are you? How did you sleep?" You heard her voice and felt her breath against your ear, as you grew more nervous. "I'm fine. I slept pretty well last night. I was a little more tired, so I'm sorry if I wasn't a good hostess. How are you?"

Ingrid pulled away from the hug, but didn't move far from you. She brought her hand up to your cheek, caressing your cheekbone with her thumb, just like she did when you played for your old club. "I slept pretty well. I enjoyed getting to know you better last night." You could feel Alexia's gaze, a confused one, on the two of you.

Since you'd arrived at the club, you'd seemed comfortable and close with a few teammates, maybe four people. They were the only people you allowed to have that much physical contact with you, or at least longer. With the others, if you accepted hugs when celebrating or greeting someone, you obviously didn't deny them, but you didn't let unspoken hugs last too long either.

And so the next few days went by, they passed normally. Ingrid had already begun to get closer to the other girls on the team, while you remained close to Caro. If you weren't with Caroline, you were usually with Aitana. You got along quite well with her; you understood each other very well on the court and off it too; you were like one person.

Ingrid watched you from afar. You looked pretty good in that sleeveless uniform and the shorts you'd rolled up after losing a ball possession against Alexia. She had to look away before continuing to think about things she shouldn't, as she'd started to feel the familiar tug in her lower stomach.

She walked over to stand next to Fridolina, starting a conversation about training and the outing they were going to do after practice.

They were going to meet at Patri's house to celebrate a team night. They did it every two weeks, or maybe a little more depending on their monthly schedule.

That night was Patri's, and she was the most excited to be hosting. Normally, you didn't go, preferring to rest or catch up with your friends or your sister, who had some very interesting things to tell you lately.

When lunchtime arrived, you were one of the last to walk to the locker room to change from your soccer cleats into some gym shoes. You walked in wondering, or trying to guess, what lunch would be for that day. You were never a big fan of the food they served, but that was because you were used to home-cooked food, or the food your mother made.

You finished putting on the shoe on your right foot when you heard a gasp, followed by a muffled moan. At first, you didn't think anything of it, but as it became more frequent, you worried. What if someone was having a heart attack or something?

You stood up, still barefoot, and walked around the locker room, trying to figure out where the gasps were coming from.

The sounds were coming from one of the restrooms. Your curiosity was already growing rapidly. You wanted to know if someone was really suffering from a health problem or if someone was playing a prank on you, with someone coming out to scare you from that room.

The door was ajar, so you looked through the gap between the door frame and the door, and you saw it.

Ingrid was sitting on a stool with her profile to the door, her shorts bunched around her ankles, and her hand on his member.

You didn't want to look any further; it was still Ingrid's privacy, and you weren't going to break it. So you slowly took a step back and returned to your cubicle to finish putting on the remaining shoe so you could go eat.

You arrived blushing and quickly, after choosing what to eat, sat down in your usual spot, now accompanied by Caroline, Aitana, and the club's newest addition, Fridolina.

The three of you were eating in silence, the only thing you could hear being the clink of cutlery and the laughter of the other girls. You sat down quickly, unable to look up from your plate as the blush lingered on your face.

No one said anything; Graham just looked at you more than usual before continuing to eat. Ingrid appeared 15 minutes later, blushing slightly but as calm as ever.

As soon as she arrived, she started a conversation with Aitana and Fridolina. Caroline and you joined in with small "yeses," "that's right," and "mmmm," too engrossed in your eating—or at least Caroline was. You were lost in your own thoughts, unconsciously thinking about what you had seen.

The day continued like this. You avoided Ingrid as much as you could. If she was using a machine, you went to the other end of the spectrum so you wouldn't run into her and talk to her. It sounded cruel, but you felt quite embarrassed to have walked in on her in such an intimate situation.

Unfortunately, you were convinced by Aitana and Caroline to go to the meeting. You didn't want to, but they insisted so much that you ended up accepting. You had thought about saying yes and then telling them your car was out of gas, or something like that, but Graham quickly told you she would pick you up at your apartment. You had no choice but to accept.

You met Caroline outside your apartment building. She was in the driver's seat, and you climbed in as her passenger.

"I can't believe you're almost exactly the same size as me," she said after greeting you.

"What are you talking about? We're not going…" You were about to continue talking, but you gave her a look and fell silent. You were wearing jeans of a similar color, a t-shirt of the same style and color, and you were both wearing white Adidas sneakers.

You sighed heavily as you threw your head back. "I'll go change. Wait 10 minutes, and I'll be ready." You were about to open the door when you heard your roommate again. "Okay, we can handle a few more hours of banter."

Ever since you started getting close to the Norwegian, all the Spanish girls in the club had started saying that the two of you were in a relationship, but you didn't want to tell them you were officially dating. They were really annoying about it, always saying some stupid thing just to piss them off.

The drive was calm, occasionally talking and then continuing in comfortable silence, filling the space in Caroline's car.

You received a message: "I hope you have a good time today, and don't dwell on Ingrid. What you saw is over. She'll still be your friend, little one. Even so, I'll hit her when I see her for not being able to wait until she gets home, or at least lock the door." You laughed as you read your sister's message, followed by a photo of her with her new girlfriend, who seemed to be waving at you happily. "Ellie says everything will be okay and that she wishes you a good night." "Xoxo, little one." You turned off your phone and put it back in your pocket.

"I'm going to tell you something. I don't care if you don't want to know." You took a breath as you thought about how to say it. You could have told your sister, but it was more of a written message, which was very different from saying it out loud. "I think I caught Ingrid in the middle of a self-love episode." You took a few minutes before looking at her. In those minutes, absolute silence reigned. "I don't think I understood you, Flea," you sighed, trying to figure out how to explain it better. "Oh, well, I think I understood that you saw Ingrid… well, you know, in an intimate moment."

You swallowed nervously as you played with the rings on your fingers. "A few hours ago… in the locker room. I really didn't want to see something like that, but I started hearing gasps and thought, , so I set out to search and found her in a rather compromising position."

"So you didn't see her in the act, do you suppose she was doing that?"

"I don't think I saw her at the moment, but-"

"So you're not sure."

"How should I interpret the image of Ingrid with her pants down and her… thing, you know, her… wand in the air? I was standing there, and she was panting a lot."

Both of you fell silent again, while this time you covered your face with both hands, completely embarrassed by what you had just remembered and said out loud.

"That's why you've been acting weird with her." It was more of an information than a question, because yes, you had been acting strange.

"What else should I do? Dani told me to forget about it, but it's like I've caught you… or Aita, in a compromising situation."

"You'd never catch me in a situation like that. I know how to control myself and close the doors properly."

You groaned in frustration as you threw your head back against the seat again. "Daniëlle told me the same thing."

Upon arrival, the topic now behind them, they continued on their journey and the beginning of the night. They waited, standing side by side in front of the door, greeted by Ingrid and María, who seemed quite delighted to see them arrive together.

"The lovebirds have arrived. How was the trip? Did you enjoy it? Maybe that's why they took so long to arrive?" You listened to María, but you were attentive to Ingrid's face, watching her reaction when she heard María joke.

"Shut your mouth, Maria," Caro replied in a serious tone as she took your wrist and urged you to enter Patri's home. After greeting the girls who had already arrived, you slowly approached with a glass of water to where Patri's birds were. Watching them eat calmed you down.

You stared at them for what felt like several long minutes, until you felt someone grab your wrist. "What's wrong, Caro?" you asked in an inquisitive tone. She was the one who usually grabbed your wrist to take you somewhere, or to get you out of your thoughts.

"I didn't know you and Caroline were in a relationship." As soon as you heard her voice, you froze in place.

"We're not together, but the girls love to tease us because I'm attached to Caro," you replied after a few long minutes of somewhat awkward silence.

"Well, it seems like Caro has a huge crush on you. She always seems to be glued to you. I'd also think you were girlfriends," you laughed without amusement at her words.

"I don't need someone to celebrate my friendship with Caroline. We both know what we're about, and we don't need someone else's approval of our friendship."

You looked at Ingrid, who was still standing beside you, still holding your wrist with a little more pressure.

"I'm not jealous of anyone."

"Well, it seems that way, as if you're in love with her."

In an instant, Ingrid tugged at your wrist, and you felt your back hit a wall, sandwiching the Norwegian woman's body between it and the wall. "What are you doing? Was I right about you being in love, Don Caro? Because I thought you were in a relationship." You raised your chin while raising an eyebrow, almost defiantly, thinking you'd hit the nail on the head.

"Do you really believe that? That I'm in a relationship?"

A nasal sound came from you as you looked away. "It's obvious you were, and now you ran so you could stay with Caro. Do it, I'm her friend." The taller woman pressed you further against the wall, so much so that you could already feel her erection against your thigh and hipbone.

"Do you really want me to have to shout it? You're the one I love… ever since that time I had to say goodbye to you when you left your former team… I've been wanting to kiss you." Her face leaned toward your neck, and you felt her breath hit your sensitive neck. "But it was vulgar because we were in public. Then your teammate wouldn't let me get close… I want you to be my girlfriend, to be teased with me and not Caro… I want to be the one who greets you like Alexia does, to be close to me like you are with Caro, and to be the one who helps you comb your hair before a game, not Aitana."

You were speechless when you finished listening to her. You didn't know what to say; Ingrid had practically just told you she was in love with you. You felt that knot in your stomach and your heart flutter in your chest. When you felt Ingrid lean closer, you pushed her away.

You were afraid that by telling her she would use you, you weren't good at trusting people when they told you they liked you romantically, you had been through bad experiences.

"I'm sorry…" you whispered, while looking anywhere other than Ingrid's green eyes. She looked at you confused. She knew you were a person who felt more than others, but when she experienced it herself, she felt bad. You were easily overwhelmed when it came to emotions.

She held you in her arms as soon as she saw you start to cry, giving you a tight hug, trying to help you feel less.

"I like you too, Ingrid, but I don't want to be a game. I don't want to be that again." Feeling Ingrid's scent so close made you feel calm, which was helping you a lot.

The next 10 minutes were minutes focused entirely on you, on helping you stop feeling so overwhelmed and on protecting you.

"If you want, I can drop you off home… you must be tired," she murmured against your hair, caressing your back. Your hands rested on her waist as you held tightly to her clothes.

"You're not leaving?"

"I'll stay as long as you need and want me around."

As soon as they got to their car, they both sat there. A comfortable silence spread through the car. You looked at Ingrid, who seemed to be plugging into the car horn to put on some music.

You stared at her bare arms, the veins popping out on the back of her hand, and you couldn't help but shift uncomfortably in your seat. She noticed and rested her hand on your thigh, trying to calm you down. You gave her a smile and turned your gaze back to the window.

The drive was silent until you reached the parking lot of your apartment. You both looked into each other's eyes, and almost as if they'd been held hostage, you leaped to taste each other's lips.

Ingrid's lips tasted of cherries and paradise; she was a wonderful kisser, while her hands rested on your waist, leaving small caresses. You brought your hands to her neck, then tangled one in the hair at the nape of her neck, tugging lightly. You moaned against her lips as she squeezed your waist, pulling you closer.

"Do you think you can make it to your apartment? I don't want our first time to be in a car," she said as she pulled away from your lips, one hand smoothing your hair.

"Bullshit," you pulled her hair back to kiss her, signaling her to push the seat back.

She pulled away again, but to look toward the backseat, giving you a silent invitation. She moved in first, then you, positioning yourself on her lap and beginning to rock you against her already growing erection.

You moaned against her lips as she ran her hands over your back, leaving small squeezes. She pulled away and pulled your shirt over your head, while you did the same with her shirt. You stood for a few seconds, admiring how good she looked without a shirt and bra.

Obviously, it wasn't the first time you'd seen her like this. You shared a locker room with her, and she often took off her shirt to go shower.

She pulled you in again for a kiss. As the pads of her fingers dug into the fat of your hips, knowing she would leave marks there. You were beginning to gasp against her lips, your hands resting on her chest.

You felt her hips thrust upward again, rubbing against your still-clothed center. With a bit of desperation, you began to tug at her bra, wanting to take it off. She laughed against your lips. "I have a girl who's a little desperate to feel me... I also want to feel you, love."

You smiled as you placed small, soft kisses on his cheeks, watching as he blushed more beneath you. For a moment, you stopped and simply stared at his face, a little flushed from the activity you were doing and also panting.

"I want to feel you... but I don't want you to abandon me." Ingrid looked at you, she really did, she seemed to see your soul at that precise moment. "I would never abandon you, you're my girl." She left a short kiss on your lips, before hugging you tightly.

You stayed like that for a few minutes until she started to move your hips against her erection again. Her hands rested on your waist, helping you move better. You grabbed your bra straps and pulled them down a little until she was the one who took off your bra and threw it and your shirt on the floor of the car. "You're so beautiful," she left a kiss in the middle of your breast while you threw your head back, feeling the pleasure run through your body.

You moaned as you tugged on her hair, inviting her to go lower. She pulled away and looked at you again, waiting for something. You sighed shakily as you kissed her again. Your hands moved down to her abdomen as she mimicked your movements, going a little faster. Her hands took hold of your pants button and played with it for a few minutes, trying to make you more desperate.

I sat you in the car seat, while she unbuttoned her own pants and began to pull them down her hips and thighs. When you saw her erection up close, you felt yourself getting even wetter. You brought your hands to your pants and began to pull them down. As she watched you do so, a lustful smile spread across her face. Her eyes seemed darker as her pupils became more dilated, almost erasing the green from her eyes.

She sat back down and positioned you on her lap. You could feel her erection better now, while she seemed to enjoy watching you on top of her even more. "Are you okay like this? Or would you prefer it another way?" You moaned as you adjusted yourself, then leaned closer to her, wrapping your arms around her shoulders so you could be firmer. "I really want to ride you, Ingrid."

She remained silent for a few seconds, processing what you had just said, while you began to pull down her boxers, exposing her promising cock. As she came out of her trance, she let out a moan louder than the others that had left her throat, while her fingers gripped your waist. You pushed your panties aside and aligned her against your entrance, feeling her glans push against you.

Both of you moaned at the same time, she from feeling how you were squeezing her and you from feeling how his big cock seemed to open you up for her. "God Ingrid, you feel so good... you fill me up so good," you whispered against her jaw, as you began to move slowly over her.

She didn't seem to respond. You looked at her face, her jaw clenched, as she looked anywhere but at you. "You can cum Ingrid, I know it's normal to be like this" you panted in her ear while you searched for your own orgasm "I don't care if you fill me with your cum, I really want you to do it. Fill me" you continued murmuring against her ear, feeling how she clung tighter to you.

Her hands moved to your ass, squeezing and spreading it, letting you feel more pleasure as she entered you deeper. By now, the windows were fogged up, and the car was moving with your movements on Ingrid's cock. It felt so good to ride her and watch her crumble beneath you.

"God... Kjære, you feel so good... I'm going to do it, I'm going to fill you with my cum and you're going to take it so good." You felt her teeth sink into your shoulder, as she stifled a moan that seemed to come from deep within her chest. You felt her cum shoot inside you, which made you want to reach orgasm even more.

You brought your hands to her hair, tugging at it as you used her to get your orgasm. She was more than happy to be used by you.

"Do it on my cock kjære, let me know how good my cock makes you feel" you moaned against her lips to bite them softly and pull on her lower lip, while you felt how you were getting closer and closer to achieving your long-awaited orgasm.

Ingrid moved one of her hands to where your bodies met and began to rub circles on your clit, which helped you reach your limit. That gentle, then sharp tug in your lower abdomen, followed by spasms and that heaven-sent feeling, was what indicated you'd reached orgasm on Ingrid's cock.

She help you through your orgasm, then begin to kiss you softly and tenderly caress your back. "How are you feeling? I think I have some wet cloths in the trunk to clean you up." She place a kiss on your cheek and tidy your sweaty hair, which was sticking to your forehead. "I'm fine, just... give me a few minutes to recover." You felt her laugh on your cheek followed by another kiss.

"Sorry if it wasn't what you expected."

"It was better than I expected, Ingrid... thank you." You placed a kiss on her cheek and then a softer kiss on her lips, while she admired how you looked after the orgasm.

"I don't think it's the right time, but can I be your girlfriend?" You smiled big to kiss her.

"Of course, but you still owe me a date and a proper proposal... although I do want to be your girlfriend." You smiled and placed several kisses on her face, feeling her smile widen.

At the next training session, both of you arrived together while Ingrid's hand protectively wrapped around yours and both of you were talking about where they would go to dinner that day.

They entered the dressing room and separated, each going their separate ways. You felt Alexia's arms wrap around your shoulders and you quickly took refuge in her arms like a little girl. "How have you been? I've been trying to contact you and you haven't answered, I was worried." She placed kisses on the top of your head, just like Daniëlle did to calm you down. "Sorry, I wanted to take some time for myself, Ale. I won't worry you like this again," you whispered against her chest, where you could hear her heart beating.

She pulled away and squeezed your cheeks, just like she did with her younger sister and the other girls on the team. Then she turned around and went back to her cubicle. You started changing there to begin training.

It wasn't until the end of the day that Pina screamed loud and clear when she saw Ingrid leave a small kiss on your lips before going to shower. That they had seen you kissing and unleashed a chaos of gossipmongers. But neither you nor Ingrid could be more worried. It would still be something of yours.

something that no one could take away from them.

"We have to tell Daniëlle what we saw." Caro simply winked at you before leaving the locker room. Maybe you both should prepare for the inevitable big sister call that Daniëlle would make upon hearing the news.

[awosofavs]

Quiet

AR23

a/n writing is hard. i hope you enjoy! i’m still very new to writing so lmk if there’s anything i can do to improve :D

(implied reader has autism or sensory issues, i am writing this from my own experiences as an autistic individual who sometimes struggles on match days this is not an indicator of how all neurodivergent people feel)

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You knew match days were hectic, the loud noises, the large crowds. It became a normal. However you did have to put in a large amount of preparation so ensure you didn’t have a breakdown in the middle of the stadium. You always had headphones and water at the ready. A jumper to put on if cold but you usually wore one of the many “Russo” jerseys you owned. You also always carried a little bunny jellycat keyring lessi had got you. The tiny bunny bringing so much comfort to a stressful match day.

In the end though, no matter how much stress it caused you nothing compared to the feeling you got when she stepped on the pitch or when she scored a goal and did her little celebration that she had dedicated for you.

This time was different. You were in a rush to leave to get to the stadium on time, you never rushed. You usually left at exactly 12:30 if a match started at 2 because you liked to get there and get to your seats before the crowd got too big but it was 12:45 and you were still miles off leaving. You always wore a little red bag (red for arsenal of course) on match days. It held everything you needed plus the little white bunny. Today the bag was no where to be seen. The red usually sticks out like a sore thumb but no matter how hard you tried to find it it was no where.

12:50

you glanced at the clock and felt the pit in your stomach deepen, not only are you going to be late you also can’t find the one thing you need. You weighed up your options; stay and search for a potentially missing bag and deal with crowds or leave now and still miss quite a bit of the crowds. You went with the later option.

Grabbing another small black back you headed for the door. You got on the bus and heard a baby crying. No big deal your headphones should be in your bag you think yet when you reach into your black bag you remember that it is a different one to usual. It’s fine you thought, it’ll be fine. You arrived at the stadium 20 minutes later than usual and due to that the queues had built up quite a lot . the noise was nearing unbearable.

Somehow you made it to your seat and managed to take one final breath whilst everything was bubbling in your mind. You felt your hands shaking and had to remember to breathe.

You felt your nerves calm as soon as she stepped on the pitch though. Jumping to your feet you cheered when she ran on the pitch. You watched her usual 7 jumps and felt at home again.

All too quickly the match finished 3-0 arsenal with your lessi scoring two of them. You grabbed your things and headed to leave. You liked to leave and slip to the players section quickly as a lot of fans like to stay and meet the players so that meant a smoother quieter exit. For some reason today everyone decided to leave quicker so you were caught in the crowd. Today the crowd was particularly feisty pushing and shoving trying to get where they needed to go. The contact was driving you insane and your breath hitched. You started tapping on the bag of your strap, searching for some sort of let out. You finally make it to the part where lessi meets you and burst into tears, the sensory of the day getting to you.

“Hi love of my life gorgeous girl- love are you alright?” she quickly ran over to you “what’s wrong?”

“loud touch too much” she pulled you into her arms and put her hands over your ears. rocking you two slowly.

“it’s okay love it’s done now” she looked down and realised the different bag you had on. “what happened to your red bag?”

“i couldn’t find it anywhere” you had calmed down a lot now. “so when i got here i was late and hit all of the crowds and i didn’t have my headphones or snowy or anything” she held you tighter

“oh love you know you didn’t have to come? i never want to hurt you” she had that soft had look like she’d almost broken you. it made you miserable. you leaned back so you were face to face with her

“no lessi baby i will always come and support you, i just struggle sometimes but that doesn’t mean that the overall experience wasn’t worth it. i’d be so upset if i had missed those goals” you leaned in and kissed her. you felt comforted in her presence. Her blue eyes looking at you with such love and care. You could get lost in those eyes.

“How about we go back and put a movie on? or anything you want?” you smirked knowing what you wanted.

“how about we put on the replay of that match and i can rewatch my gorgeous girlfriend score her incredible goals and look incredibly beautiful in her kit?” she giggled and rolled her eyes. “no really i just want to rewatch the match i guess sometimes i get distracted by you on the pitch and forget to actually watch”

“you nerd” you hit her softly on her arm.

“not a nerd i just happen to enjoy football missy”

“sounds like a nerd to me!” she laughed and then grabbed your hand and pulled you up, you walked over to her car. often with home matches she would opt for driving because it meant that she could drive you home after. As always lessi held the door open for you before walking around and letting herself in.

“what songs pretty girl?” she smiles and said. you thought about it for a while and then decided. You waited for the song to come and and looked over for her reaction.

beautiful crazy she can’t help but amaze me

“oh i love this song” she started to sing along not caring who heard

“i know you do baby”

you couldn’t help but smile, you had the perfect girl singing the perfect song whilst driving you home.

You love her

[kenzieluvsnanami]

kenzieluvssukuna :: personaltrainer!sukuna x thick!reader (18+) ☆

desc ⋆.˚⟡ ࣪ ˖ ever since you were young, you've struggled with your weight - it becoming one of your biggest insecurities. now as an adult, you actually have the financial freedom to invest into yourself leading you to start going your local gym. you end up running into someone who was willing to help you... the only problem was that he didn't seem as invested in your weight loss as you were. cw ✧✩₊˚. modern/no curses au, body image insecurity, fatshaming🙄, sukuna knows how to use a phone, slow burn-ish (they don't smash in this part), mastúrbation (f), séxting // 3.5k wc // part 2

“Are you sure you should eat that?” “You would be so much prettier if you just dropped a few pounds.” “You’ll never date anyone looking like that!”

Ever since you were young, all the people in your life ever seemed to be concerned with was your weight - whether that be murmured judgements amongst themselves or just directly to your face. At first it used to upset you, the ostracisation making you feel like there was permanently a spotlight on you no matter where you went; strangers silently judging you, making assumptions or just flat out insulting you.

If you wanted to go out to a restaurant, it felt like you were be shamed out of eating anything that could be deemed as “unhealthy”. Shopping for clothes was a difficulty - irregular clothing sizes meaning that the majority of your teenage shopping trips ended with you tearing up in the changing room as you fought with many a pair of stupid jeans that fit your calves perfectly well, but as you tugged them up to your plush thighs they got painfully stuck; your mom having to intervene and haul the wretched things back down.

As you grew out of adolescence and into adulthood, you quickly learnt how to mask the insecurity and self-doubt you had accumulated, leaning fully into the “funny, fat friend” role. You kept a fake smile plastered on your face as friends and family lamented on about the woe’s of constantly being approached by men and how lucky you were that you didn’t have to worry about that.

You weren’t nearly as perturbed with your appearance as others seemed to be, puberty being instrumental in recomposing your juvenile body to its current physique - majority of your fat moving to fill out your hips and bust. You definitely still had a tummy and back rolls but the thickness of your thighs and generous glutes were something that you felt your friends were at least a little envious of, often catching them gawking at the way your hips swayed as you walked or how your breasts jiggled as you moved your hands around.

Regardless of your growing acceptance of your larger body size, there were still times when you felt like that young girl who was relentlessly bullied and mocked due to something as superficial as how she looked. You wanted to move on from ever feeling like that again, which is what lead you to start going to the gym.

If you could mould yourself, to how other’s wanted you to look and be seen as not even beautiful but just normal - maybe you wouldn’t have this heaviness in your heart, maybe you would finally feel fully accepted by the people in your life and maybe you’d not constantly feel on edge when in public or open spaces.

Your first few trips to the gym were pretty mundane. You made sure to properly stretch before attempting weighted exercise - deep squats and hip flexors being your favourite warm-up, the slight tension and warm rush of blood flow putting you in the perfect mind frame for a challenging but rewarding workout.

The routine and order that the gym was able to give you didn’t just help you to achieve your goal of weight-loss but also caused a drastic improvement to your mental health; your brain being able to just.. switch off as you pounded your feet into the conveyer belt of the treadmill.

However, your gym session a couple weeks ago was is were things started to change.

You sauntered in, light pink hydroflask complementing your pastel two-piece - a sports bra with interweaving straps around your back for increased support and cycling shorts that nicely hugged your ample hips and gave your rear a helpful lift.

Making your way to the padded area used for low impact exercise, you got to work. Starting out with a deep stretch in your hamstrings and then working back up to your upper hips. As you leant back up from a standing toe touch, you felt an intimidating presence looming over you. You stumbled back slightly, eyes flitting upwards to take in this unwelcome interruption.

The first thing you noted was that he was muscular - corded muscles rippling as he squatted down to meet your gaze. He had thick, black markings all over his body from what you could tell, two lines on both his upper thighs and forearms being the only visible ones currently, peaking out from his snug fitting compression shirt and loose training shorts.

He even had it on his face, symmetrical lines running from the top of his jaw down to his chin meeting in a small triangle alongside a pointed line across his nose. His hair was almost the same colour as your bottle - a soft pink that seemed almost contradictory to his hard exterior.

“Your form.” He grumbled. You blinked back, not really grasping what he was trying to say.

“For God’s sake, your form woman! Are you trying to get injured or something?” His dark eyes observed you with something that was… unfamiliar. You were used to people looking at you with disgust or even pity but he looked at you with a genuine curiosity.

“You keep rounding your back. That will cause you more harm than good in the long term” he continued on, not seeming to take your lack of response as a deterrent.

“Stand up.”

It was unclear to you why you were mindlessly following this random man’s instructions but nevertheless you humoured him - following his sharp commands as he directed you into a form that was better suited to your body type, taking into account your larger proportions which allowed for a much deeper and satisfying stretch. You went to crane your head up as you heard the man’s voice behind you.

“Aht- I never said you could move” he chided, reaching out a large, calloused palm to press you back down into the corrected pose. “I was enjoying the view.”

It took you a moment to understand the implication of what he meant, cheeks burning as you stood up properly. “I don’t think I got your name..?”

He smirked, passing you a card with his name and number on “…'name’s Sukuna, I work as a personal trainer at this gym sometimes.”

He paused, shamelessly looking you up and down - pretty much just eye-fucking you in the middle of the gym. “if you ever need someone to help you work out, ‘m here.” He sauntered off, not even bothering to wait for your response.

The rest of your workout was spent mulling over the intriguing man you had just met. Whilst his methods were… unconventional and he could be a little assertive, he clearly knew a lot more about the gym than you and could be quite useful?

When you got back to your place, the first thing you did was take a good look at the card he had given you, saving the number on the back and sending him a quick message.

…

you: heyyy, it’s the girl you helped at the gym today! tysm for ur advice, it was really useful. :) would you be free anytime this week to help me with some leg workouts?

sukuna: i remember you

sukuna: do you want to look like this?

sukuna: [image attachment]

…

Unsure of what he was really talking about, you immediately clicked the image expecting it to be a photo of a previous client who was in a similar position or honestly anything but a selfie of his glistening torso.

Black markings continuing down from his shoulders meeting into the middle of his pectorals, two symmetrical pointed lines running deep along his tensed abs, an arm slightly raised to show the circle on the top of his deltoid. He was in a dark room but the flash from the camera gave you a good view of his lap - legs spread wide, the grey sweatpants he was wearing allowing you to see everything.

…

sukuna: so?

…

You were…stunned to say the least. I mean you did get the vibe that he was checking you out but you weren’t used to men being so forward with you. You genuinely wanted him to help you work out though so you responded back earnestly stating that whilst you did appreciate his physique, you weren’t trying to completely change the way you looked - you had actually grown from your original aim of going to the gym just for weight loss and wanted to instead focus on improving your stamina and muscle gain, any pounds shed from that alone would be satisfactory for you.

…

sukuna: i understand

sukuna: lets meet tuesday

sukuna: i have the perfect workout for you

…

The wait for Tuesday to come felt absolutely agonising. The day before you had actually gone through your closet looking for your cutest gym set to wear, spending hours agonising over whether you should go for a unitard that clung tightly to your curves or one of your more… skimpier sets that allowed for a little recoil when you moved.

Whilst you knew this definitely wasn’t a date and had already come to the conclusion that Sukuna was certainly the type of trainer to flirt with all his clients - this gym session definitely felt charged in some kinda way.

You walked into the gym that Tuesday quite apprehensive; bringing your light blue hydroflask this time to better match with the set you decided on, a cropped slim fit shirt and looser pair of shorts (to allow for greater range of motion but it does help they also show the underside of your ass).

As soon as you stepped into the gym, you spotted the pink-haired man standing in the padded area you normally start in, his eyes dragging up your frame; a slow grin spreading across his lips as he beckoned you over with two of his fingers.

The walk to him felt like an eternity, dark eyes tinged with a streak of red as he unreservedly studied you - eyes flitting down to the high cut of your shorts, ass jiggling with every step you took.

You felt blood rush to your face, Sukuna’s ogling making you feel so shy. You finally reached him, his hooded gaze rendering you speechless for a good minute or so as the two of you just looked at each other silently.

“Hello to you too” He sniggered, turning to the side to reveal the assortment of weights he had selected for today’s workout. “This is going to be the hardest workout of your life.”

“Sounds good!” you innocently beamed, always being up for a good challenge and it seemed like Sukuna was willing to give you one.

“Woman, I don’t think you understand,” He wiped a hand over his jaw, seeming to be finding your misguided enthusiasm hilarious, “…’nless, you are some kind of masochist - there is no chance you’ll enjoy this”

You looked up at him after he said this, smile faltering slightly at the sight of the very poorly hidden smirk on his face. He was really going to try push you to your limit but… he didn’t know how stubborn you could be.

The two of you went through the warm-up smoothly enough, Sukuna’s critical eye spotting the myriad of mistakes you were making; hands sliding against the soft, contours of your body to position you in the correct positions.

It was hard to remind yourself where you were when his broad palms reached around the expanse of your thighs, lingering in the inner crevices as he squeezed lightly to encourage you to push back against him to deepen your stretch. You really couldn’t tell whether Sukuna was affected in the same way you seemed to be, his previously heated gaze being replaced with a much calmer and cooler one - his focus seeming to be on making this workout the “hardest one of your life”.

You then moved onto weights, the main target of the day being glutes as requested by you. Sukuna had queried about what muscle groups you targeted least and from there promised to make you a future guide to help you work them out more; but explained that today he would start with something familiar, “I don’t want to scare you off.”

To help improve your weight lifting form, he would model how he wanted you to position yourself and then get you to copy him. This would have been extremely helpful if you were actually paying attention to what he was doing, your mind being more focused on the way his muscles flexed and relaxed as he moved into the poses; you could literally see the tendons wrapping and twisting as he dropped into a squat, thighs flattening out as adductors tensed up creating a deep crevice in the middle.

“Woman.” he growled, dragging you out of your daydream. “I know you didn’t just call me here to lust over my body.” He made eye contact with you through the mirror in front, “You could’ve just come to mine if that was the case”.

Sukuna really knew how to make you flustered, whether that be on purpose or that just being his personality. You couldn’t really decipher whether he actually meant what he said or if his matter-of-fact tone just made everything flirtatious. It didn’t help that he really didn’t mind getting up close and personal with his training, hands securely gripping your sides as you held two dumbbells above your head, gently easing into a weighted squat. He made you do this 20 times - your body trembly and achy by the 15th rep.

“Sukuna….I don’t think I can do anymore” you wheezed, beads of sweat running down from your hairline.

“Don’t be a baby” he muttered into your ear, causing you to suddenly become hyperaware of his proximity to you; his body essentially caging you in as he helped to pull you down. You shivered slightly, willing your body to focus on the really heavy fucking weights above your head and not the man hovering behind you. You flicked your eyes back up to the mirror to centre yourself only to find Sukuna’s eyes glued to your rear - the squat position you were currently in making it look even bigger than normal, your spread legs isolating each cheek with the sliver of undercheek peeking out tensing up into your thigh due to your poor balance.

It was kinda comical to see how transfixed he was - eyes completely blacked out with his grip becoming slightly tighter as you dipped lower and lower. As you came back up you tipped yourself forward purposefully to seem as if you were going to fall over. Snapping out of his daze, Sukuna fully pulled you back into his chest; lower back brushing up against his semi-hard length as your weights clattered against the floor. You turned your head upwards to try and catch his eye only to find him already staring back down at you, face stern, “S-Stop messing around, woman.” He barked out, swiftly moving to create some distance between the two of you.

The rest of the workout continued without much interference from yourself or Sukuna; the second half primarily consisting of cardio which meant that little guidance was actually needed. Whilst you were grateful for his assistance, you couldn’t help but feel like you wanted something more - missing the physical contact that was so prevalent at the beginning of your workout.

“All done!” you smiled as the machine slowed to a stop, your gruelling 30 minutes on the stair-master finally being over. You staggered over to the pink-haired man who was lazily lounging on the couch at reception, proud that you had struggled your way through his workout and lived to tell the tale.

“Why are you so…happy?” He looked mildly conflicted, impressed that you had managed to make it through his workout but disappointed that he hadn’t managed to break you.

“’Cause I completed your workout, silly” He found the cheesy grin on your face infuriatingly cute, the way your your eyes crinkled up and dimples poked out actually making his heart beat slightly faster.

“I’m not silly, brat.” He spat out, hand moving down to ruffle your hair, much to your annoyance.

“Since you found this workout so easy, let’s see how you find the one at my house.”

Oh.

The look on Sukuna’s face was akin to the likes of a predator that had just caught its prey; a wide, malfeasant grin plastered on his face as his eyes went to a darkened black.

He was talking about… oh.

You could literally feel yourself dripping as you glanced up at Sukuna, mouth dry as he strolled out of the gym silently - looking back with a gleam in his eyes as the doors to the gym slid shut.

The drive home was quiet, mind reeling at the sudden turn of events. Yes, Sukuna had been very flirty during your interactions but you never thought it was going to escalate to this point where he essentially invited you round… to fuck.

You got home, showered, changed, ate and tucked yourself in for bed in a daze, thoughts still scrambled as you tossed and turned desperately trying to turn off your racing thoughts.

DING

Your hand reached out to grasp your phone. You knew that it could only be one person texting you at this hour.

…

sukuna: mine friday @ 8?

sukuna: unless you don't want to see more of this

sukuna: [image attachment]

…

Oh, he definitely did not waste any time. Your finger raced to click open the attachment, the picture this time being a selfie from a lower angle showcasing a little more of the pink-haired man’s lower body; boxers pulled down to show you his harsh v-line and happy trail that confirmed that the curtains do match the drapes. You could see the the small veins wrapping around his flexed forearm as he twisted his arm to the side to show the sheer amount of muscle he had managed to build in just that one area, bicep almost tripling in size.

As much as you wanted to pretend his excessive showmanship didn’t impress you, your body was telling a different story; thighs slowly rubbing together as you felt heat rush down between your legs.

…

sukuna: i know what you are doing

sukuna: show me.

…

Sheets pushed to the side, you pulled down your shorts with an inhumane level of strength. Something about how self-assured and confident he was just made you horny. The way he just told you what to do and you actually did it was something you didn’t realise you’d liked so much until now, your body trembling with need.

You started filming, a hand spreading apart your folds as the one holding the phone drew closer to showcase how drenched you already were. Your swollen clit was red and angry, begging for attention as your fingertips slowly skimmed along the edges of your cunt. As much as you wanted to wanted to give Sukuna a real show, you also really wanted to come. Eventually, you brought two fingers to your sensitive clit and smeared all of the slick you had gathered before, just the mere pressure making you groan lowly in pleasure. You leisurely started to build up speed, fingers readjusting to allow you to prod into your tight hole, fingers pressing up against your walls in a way that only allowed you to squeeze down onto them.

Your room was filled with the sounds of your quiet whimpers and moans as the pressure in the lower half of your body started to build up more and more to the point where you were about to climax. Your breathing became shallower and was replaced by heavy pants as you tried to evade the inevitable for a little longer, not wanting to stroke Sukuna’s ego any further by coming almost immediately at the sight of him.

Right when you couldn’t hold back any longer you decided to cut the video - he could see you come when the two of you meet on Friday. Until then, he’d have to be satisfied with your video.

You sent the video and threw your phone on the bed, left hand joining your right in plunging into your cunt; your body arching away from the bed as you reached your peak and came hard, gushing out all over your sheets.

Your head felt fuzzy as you lay there for a moment, the only sound in the room being your phone rapidly buzzing.

…

sukuna: fuck

sukuna: you look so good

sukuna: cant believe you cut it there

sukuna: what a little tease

sukuna: you'll see what i do to women who tease me.

…

Friday could not come sooner.

part 2

a/n ✧✩₊˚. ive been binge watching industry and wow being a banker actually seems interesting wtf.. i had to cancel my gym membership cause im moving for uni and i miss it so much i cant wait to start going again 😜

[yesimwriting]

“one jealous fit away from openly making a move on bestie in the most unhinged way possible”

keep talking keep talking

On a real one tho Armand is so close to crashing out that you can see the crazy in his eyes. It’s definitely not the good nurse tonight!

I LOVE jealous Armand, even though he is unhinged.

This isn't exactly Armand fully crossing the line but it is fairly unhinged and also much more gremlin than bestie's used to <3

----

The warmth pulsing through you is as consuming as it is distant, the bulk of it infesting the part of your mind responsible for self preservation. The only urge, the only instinct you're capable of recognizing is the desire to not let this feeling slip into nothingness.

The person who's beyond committed to keeping you from your goal is standing between you and the guestroom door. Armand's stillness would feel like an improvement in his demeanor if it wasn't for the tension in his stance.

"After being constantly subjected to your presence, after seeing the way that you've so completely infatuated Louis, I began to convince myself that there might be something more to you than what the world perceives you as." His words are too sharp, too poignant to feel genuine. "But clearly I've overestimated you."

You sigh, allowing your head to angle itself to one side. Armand's more disheveled than you're used to him being, his sleeves pushed up enough to reveal his forearms and a loose curl falling across his forehead.

"Because the world begins and ends with your opinion." You wipe at your eyes as you try to force yourself to straighten. "I want another shot."

Armand scoffs, the sound more aggressive than you thought possible. "You've had enough."

His certainty morphs your general want into obligation. If his actions tonight have shown you anything, it's that he's deluded himself into thinking that holds authority over you. The last thing you need to do is validate him.

You push yourself to stand, your hand pressing itself against the mattress. "That's not your call." The floor beneath your feet isn't the steadying force you were hoping it'd be. "Especially after what you did."

He takes a step towards you. "After what I did?" He echoes your sentiments with a harshness that a more sober version of yourself might have had the decency to flinch at. "You're the one who had to be stopped from running off with some stranger--"

You roll your eyes. "I wasn't 'running off'--he had an in at this party downtown, and I was going to take you and Louis, but then you started freaking out." Armand continues to pace forward. "And he wasn't a stranger stranger, I told you he knew this girl I used to hang out with all the time."

"The stranger that had his hands all over you happens to run in the same circles as the crowd of girls that only call you when they want someone to gush over while drunk." You resist the urge to scoff. What does Armand know about your friendships outside of Louis? "That makes all the difference."

You take a step towards him, crossing your arms in front of your chest in an attempt at stabilizing yourself. There are several arguments you could make against most of his points, but the only rebuttal you can manage to say out loud is a flat, "He wasn't all over me--we were just talking."

Armand moves forward again, this time only stopping when he's so close you have to angle your head back to keep looking him in the eye. "Just talking," he repeats slowly. You blink, pressing your fingers into your forearms in an attempt at making yourself feel more present. "That's what's wrong with you."

"What?"

He's silent as he studies you. "Everyone is so focused on fawning over you that no one ever thinks to tell you 'no'." Your lips part, but before you can finish piecing together a response, your precarious grasp on stability slips. You lose your balance, your foot forgetting how to exist within the confines a high heel. Armand's hand finds your shoulder before you can actually stumble. "And when someone does, you begin to behave like a spoiled child."

You frown before lifting an arm. Your fingers bend around his wrist, but you can't bring yourself to try to push him away. "You're the one throwing a fit."

He scoffs, his hold on you tightening, "Even your beloved Louis's afraid of falling out of your good graces by advising you against something."

What. His words have to be nothing more than another attempt at digging at your skin, at hurting you in order to make you listen. You're not a perfect person, and you may not always be the perfect friend, but you know your relationship with Louis. "He knows he can say anything to me."

"Yes, and when his gentle pleas don't impact your actions in the slightest, he asks me to do what he can't to keep you from making mistakes."

Something uneasy coils itself around your stomach. The thought of Louis being uncomfortable around you in any capacity is enough to immediately make you feel nauseous. However, the concept of Louis and Armand conspiring on the best ways to handle you is sickening in a completely different way.

You pull his hand away from your shoulder, and he does nothing to keep you from prying yourself out of his grasp. "Fine, since you and Louis like discussing the best way to handle me, maybe you can both take the time to figure out how to get me to leave that party."

Your purse--you just need to find your--and your phone, and you'll call that guy.

"You're not leaving."

To him, the words are so clearly an inevitability. You turn around before you can think through your reaction. "What are you going to do? Make me stay here?" You scoff before turning to face the guestroom door again.

It takes you a second longer than it should for your mind to refocus on what you're looking for. After a beat, your eyes settle on your purse--abandoned on your dresser. Your mind has just started to acknowledge this new goal when you're pulled out of place too suddenly for you to even react.

Your back hits something firm with enough force to make it difficult to take a full breath. The suddenness of it all would have made your head hurt if it wasn't for the palm resting against the back of your skull.

You blink, once and then twice as you try to resist the panicked ache attempting to root itself in your chest. Armand's staring at you with a patience that's unnerving, one hand on your upper arm and the other pressed between the wall and your head.

"You're forgetting all of the things I could do to you." His voice is devoid of all emotion.

For a long moment, all you can bring yourself to do is stare at him. His features are sharp but not harsh, some underlying quality you can't quite place making him seem softer. "You're going to kill me for trying to go to a party?"

His fingers bend themselves into the roots of your hair with just enough force to make you feel the implication of pressure. "You make ending your life sound like such an ordeal." Armand's hold on your hair tightens in a way that leaves you angling your head away from him. "Because you don't realize how little it would take for me to go through with it."

While this is the first time he's ever made the threat from this proximity, you're still not impressed by his attempts at trying to convince you that tonight was his last straw.

The hand on your arm carefully shifts up to your shoulder. Armand leans forward. Before you can think to react, his lips brush against your collarbone. "A little more pressure," the words are soft, whispered against the side of your neck. He leans in again, pressing his lips against your pulse point. "Right here."

You're more focused on your breathing than you are on thinking of an actual reaction. "Again," you exhale carefully, "All over a party?"

He straightens just enough to pull away from you, but makes no other attempt at creating genuine distance. "All over you becoming more trouble than you're worth."

The phrasing stings more than it should. You frown, reaching for him without thinking, your hand settling against his forearm. "You really think that?"

Armand shifts back enough to fully look at you. His eyes are wider than you expected them to be, and something about the look feels heavy. He drags his thumb against your shoulder. "Unfortunately, you're worth more trouble than you should be." You're not sure what to make of the statement. "Get ready for bed," his tone leaves no room for argument, "Louis won't be able to sleep if he doesn't see you settled before morning."

"Well, with you around to make sure that everything works out exactly how Louis wants it to, why would he need to?"

He squeezes your arm. "Don't start anything else tonight." When you don't ease, Armand continues, "You're worth more than I anticipated, but you're not worth everything."

You sigh. Maybe it wouldn't be the end of the world to avoid anymore confrontation tonight. "Fine, I guess you ratting him out can stay our secret."

He presses his lips together briefly. "Louis is my companion of nearly eight decades, I did not 'rat him out'."

Basically telling you that Louis told him to get you out of that club so that he could remain completely innocent feels a lot like ratting him out, but you're not trying to pull apart your newfound piece, so you decide to let it go.

Armand shifts carefully, his hand carefully un-weaving itself from the roots of his hair. He takes a moment to smooth your hair back into place. "However, I'd appreciate it if you didn't rat me out."

There's something lighthearted about his attempt at adopting a phrase that came from you. It's enough to ease you into a mock debate. "Well, we don't have eight decades of history, but I have it on good authority that I'm becoming more trouble than I'm worth, so..."

He pulls away from you a little more, one of his hands remaining on your shoulder. "That's something you can complain about after getting ready for bed."

Armand squeezes your arm before letting you go entirely.

[writer-logbook]

How to get back into writing: a 5-steps guide

As someone who hasn't written anything in a decade, this is what I did to get back into writing seriously.

Identify which archetype of writer fits me better. You may have heard George R.R. Martin saying there are two types of writers: gardeners and architects. Whether you believe in that statement or not isn't relevant per se, but the actual meaning behind that point is that you need to get to know yourself as a writer, how you work, what you need, etc., so you can adapt your environment to achieve your goals. Speaking of which…Gentle reminder : you're a person not a robot. You are allowed to work the way you want to, and not to follow whatever pieces of advice that are linked to these archetypes.

Set a realistic word count/session I can stick to over the long term. When you're a 9-6 office employee, it's not always easy to find time to write and sometime our day at work got the very best of us. Having that in mind, I set my word count up to 200-500 words per session or 1 chapter per week (they're rather small in my case). Gentle reminder : babysteps are better than no-step at all.

If I'm not writing, fine, I'll do some research or anything else. Your story will always require something from you. When I'm not in the mood for writing, there are two options : forcing myself or doing what I call para-writing. For instance it's : reading articles or books about improving my writing style, improving my worldbuilding, drawing a map of my city etc. This are not things that would appear in the novel but it would guide me throughout the process the way a walking-stick would do for an injured man. Gentle reminder : you always find something useful to do but at the end of the day, you still have to write.

Have a general idea of what I want to tell. I won't lie, I've plotted my entire novel from the very beginning to the very end, which means I know exactly what to write and when. If you're against having a defined plot, I'm no one to judge, but having at least the key events or the major points will definitely help you. Like a lighthouse, it will help you navigate through the mists of confusion or hesitation. Gentle reminder : It's better to know where to go even if you end up losing yourself along the journey. Having the map doesn't mean you have to follow it, but rather when you can allow yourself to take a step to the side.

Write something I enjoy. A bit cliché I admit, but it's the best advice I could give. You'll spend hours, days, weeks - even years !- on that story so better buckle up to something you really want to write. Otherwise the risk is to abandon that hard-work you've done halfway through the process. No one needs that frustration and that self-doubting questionnings. No one. Not you. Not even me. Gentle reminder : it's okay to want readers and reviews but I promise you, your writing will be really different on something you trully want to share...Remember how pissful it was to write an essay for class you didn't want to ?

[scorpioluvvr]

6 TIPS FOR BEING YOUR BEST SELF IN 2024

So you want to become your baddest, most successful, most powerful self yet next year? Here’s how:

1. Make a list of what isn’t working for you right now.

Write down everything that you don’t like about yourself currently. Don’t like your laziness? Write it down. Don’t like your attitude? Write it down. This can be anything ranging from your personality to how you look. Be honest with yourself about what you don’t like!

1. Make a list of how you can change.

Sounds cliche but it’s extremely effective to become the person you need to be. Take the things that you write down in #1 & find realistic and effective ways to change the things you don’t like. This will allow you to take initiative to change. Get serious about yourself and what you need to do to improve.

3. Change your style.

Some of y’all have been dressing the same since high school and we’re not about to keep doing it. Start making Pinterest boards of what you truly want your style to be. Make sure that your style is something that YOU feel comfortable in and something that you feel is appropriate for you. Start looking on clothing sites that fit your new style vibe to have a feel of the amount of $ it will take to change your style.

4. Cut off people who aren’t serving you.

I know we say this every year, but let’s get fr about it. This is something I’m going to definitely be doing, and I feel like it gives you a clean slate to change the people around you that don’t fit the new version of you. It would be best to be around people with the same goals & mindset as you, because being around the opposite can COMPLETELY derail you in becoming who you need to be. Imagine who you hope to be at the end of 2024, now evaluate your circle and see if your best self would hang around them.

5. Start your fitness journey.

Summer bodies are built in the winter. So start going to the gym NOW. Whatever your fitness goals are, start doing your research on how to get the best results for your body type. If you want to start Pilates, lifting, or even running, now is the time you should start.

6. Start creating your standards for relationships.

I would recommend watching Sheraseven, because she is amazing at helping women realize what they deserve from men. Write down your list of non negotiables that you will not compromise on in a relationship, to ensure that you receive exactly what you want from men. Don’t allow yourself to be treated any less than you deserve. Imagine how your ideal self gets treated & make note of it. (I can make a post about this specifically if y’all want)

[enwoso]

changed | arsenal wfc x lionesses!reader

now i swear someone requested this but i literally can’t find the request in my inbox at all and i’m actually starting to think ive gone crazy and that i dreamt this request but anyways part two for hyper cause if i dreamt the request or not i loved it for what i can remember of it🙃

read hyper here

masterlist

it had been a few weeks since your chat with leah, and slowly your behaviour had started to change and not for the worse. but for the better!

it took a few more scoldings from leah and kim for doing  silly things like, putting food colouring in pelovas shampoo or folding over all the pages in emily's book she was reading or when kept interrupting steph when she was filming a thirty second clip for the media team it ending up taking the australian thirty minutes to film the video instead of a minute.

but after one to many sit downs with leah and kim something clicked in your head and your mischievous acts slowly stopped.

so much so that in the first few days when you hadn't pulled a joke on anyone, the arsenal girls were wondering if you were sick or if something drastic had happened.

the girls feeling on edge about not having to check over their stuff or checking over door handles incase you had gotten to them before they had.

“y/n are you sure your not sick, there’s no way you’ve just turned down kyra’s attempt to cause havoc again!”

“i’m a changed women stephy! that’s the old me!”

and while you were technically a changed women it was all because of that big goal you had looming over your head. that you wanted to reach.

getting to the euro 2025.

yeah you still pulled a small harmless joke like scaring alessia whenever she came around a corner but that was just banter plus her face every time you did it was priceless.

plus leah said you were allowed to have some fun!

"you've had a good session today y/n" kim complimented you as she sat down next to you in the changing room you busy taking off your boots, kim felt a lot more relaxed the past few weeks not having to look over her shoulder every time she took a step in the training ground.

"thanks kim" you smiled at the captain, "let's hope you have another masterclass this weekend ey?" she nudged you as a small laugh came from you as kim was bringing up your two goals you got last weekend in the league.

"i hope so" you shrugged, your mind wasn't really on the weekend as much as it should you were more concerned about if you were going to get the phone call tomorrow or not, which would determine where your family were having their summer holiday.

"you thinking about the getting the call up?" kim asked quietly knowing your head was clearly somewhere else due to your lack of chattiness, normally your teammates would have a hard time getting you to stop talking.

you hummed as you nodded, kim bumping her shoulder into yours. "you'll get the call up, there's been a massive improvement in you over the last few weeks y/n"

you looked up to kim, seeing a genuine look on her face, "i mean it, and not only on the pitch but off the pitch too!"

"gosh your full of compliments today kimmy! did you finally wake up on the right side of the bed" you joked as you watched kim roll her eyes a small scoff coming from her.

"anddd she back! there's the y/n i know!"

it was the next day and it was safe to say you hardly slept spending too long up thinking about what you would do if you didn't get the call up, all those extra sessions, all those days spent trying to change your behaviour would have been for nothing.

but also thinking about what you would do if you did get the call up, how happy you would be and how proud your family would be of you.

walking into the colony you were tired, you were dragging your feet as your walked. your body feeling tired and you hadn't even done anything today yet.

grabbing your usual breakfast and slouching down on a chair on the closest table. "heard anything yet?" you looked up to see leah raising her eyebrows at you. shaking your head you began to eat praying it would wake you up a little.

"the list doesn't get posted until 12 so—" you hummed along with whatever leah was saying before you along with the other who were sat on your table fell into your usual small talk.

"y/n! your phones ringing!" alessia tapped you on the shoulder, your eyes snapping to the phone screen an unknown number on the screen.

"well answer it then!" leah said quickly as you scrambled to answer. standing up and walking over to the stand in the hallway where you'd be able to hear whoever was calling better.

leah, along with beth, kim, lia and alessia were all looking trying to decipher what you were saying and what the scenario was.

"do you think she's got the call up?" beth whispered as leah was trying so hard to lip read what you were saying but was really having no luck as she hadn't a clue what you were saying.

"surely, she'd be a great addition to the squad for the euros" alessia pointed out as beth hummed, along with lia and kim nodding along.

"oh she'll be gutted if she doesn't get it" lia sighed as kim give a knowing look. while she was silently praying for you hoping that you would as she dread to think about your reaction if you didn't get it.

"will you shut up i'm trying to listen!" leah huffed as she scowl at the group before going back to try her lip reading again it feeling as though you'd been standing in that hallway on the phone for the last hour when in reality it had been probably less than ten minutes.

"how is she able to hear when there's a wall there-" alessia whispered in beth's direction as beth shrugged waving off what leah had just said.

"right act normal she coming back-" leah spoke fast turning her body back around to the position she was sat in when you left trying to make out that she hadn't just been intensely staring at the conversation you were having on the phone.

"oh no she doesn't look very happy-" lia whispered, you walking in a small frown on your face. as your shoulders were hanging low as you sighed sitting down in your original seat.

"oh- y/n i'm so sor—"

"I'M GOING TO THE EUROS BABY!" you cheered, your face changing in a split second from a frown to a big cheesy grin as the canteen when quiet for a minute as they all processed what you'd said.

the girls all jumped up hugging you and congratulating you as they told you how proud they were of you.

“what did sarina say?” beth asked as the celebrations calmed down and everyone had sat back down.

“she just said she’d seen how well i’ve been playing and she thinks i could be good option for a game changer at the euros” you said with the same smile, it not leaving your face and probably wouldn’t be for a long time.

leah sat listening to you as you recalled the phone call over to them, as she sat like a proud mother. "yes kiddo! switzerland won't know what has hit them!"

[hunnysnoops]

ミ★ 𝒟𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒦𝓎𝓁𝑒 𝐵𝓇𝑜𝒻𝓁𝑜𝓋𝓈𝓀𝒾 𝐻𝒞𝓈 ★彡

(+some general)

MASTERLIST

Doesn’t crush often but when he does, he crushes hard

Hot take- we would not choose a study date as a first date

^ I see him as the kinda guy who dates with a long term goal in mind and would want to get to know someone well off the bat

^ Bro is not messing around- he would want a first date where the two of you talk a lot and he can get to know you before committing

^I think his ideal first date would be a movie then a cafe/restaurant. Movie first so there’s a couple hours to ease the awkward first date tension and then coffee/food to talk about the movie and eventually branch the conversation out

He sends those cryptic texts like “be alert…” when there was mugging in town or something

Tags you in every post he sees. You’ll wake up and check social media to thirty messages in your inbox and they’re all from Kyle

The kinda guy to be like “Did you look at the post I sent you about the guy at the bus stop?”

Got his account banned on Twitter and went absolutely ballistic while you tried to calm him down

Runs Hay Day like it’s the navy

Definitely the type to be hooked on his phone until it dies and then complain that you’re on yours “Bro, let’s just talk about the political and economic state of the world right now…”

This might be another hot take but I don’t think he would want a childish partner, he want to be your boyfriend not your dad

^Having to zip up your coat, tie your shoelaces, or cut your food- I don’t think he would mind doing it a couple times but repeating offences would irritate him

Not big on pet names

^ I think he would be one to call you ‘bro’ ‘man’ and ‘dude’ a lot just out of habit but would probably just call you an abbreviation of your name if anything

^ perhaps babe on very rare occasion

HATES PDA

^ I fear I may have many hot takes in this post

^He would be pretty touchy in private but in public? Hell no

^ talks shit about couples who can’t keep their hands off each other in public and absentmindedly wrinkles his nose in disgust

^ the only PDA he would accept is hand holding or a quick hug

Calls and FaceTimes you out of the blue but will immediately hang up if you’re busy or with other people and call back later

He is either the most sound sleeper ever or he wakes up at the drop a pin- either way, he always ends up slinging his lanky arms around you

He’s weirdly good with hair and would have no problem braiding yours or styling it

Super supportive aspiration wise

^ sports games? He’s the loudest in the crowd. Theatre? He’s on the edge of his seat watching. Art? He’s looking at your creations like they’re in a museum.

If you have bad habits (smoking, drinking, etc.) he would try to ease you out of them but if that fails it would definitely cause conflict in the relationship

Has his moments where he snaps at you

Fights wouldn’t be often but they would be big

He would enjoy playful banter and someone who challenges him to improve

I think he would enjoy a lot of the lower beats of the relationship like staying in to watch movies, cooking together, walking and talking, silently enjoying each others company, etc.

He posts Instagram carrousels and every single one has a picture of you in it

Doesn’t even entertain people who try to flirt with him “No, thanks.” “I’m dating someone.” “I’m good.”

Shows you Reddit posts and complains about how obviously fake they are

Gets irritated by bad acting in movies “He called her Courtney Dove, fucking idiot.” “Why does she chew like that?” “Her accent sounds fake.”

Has a secret TikTok account and doesn’t know that you watch his videos on a fake account

He is well aware of rage bait but it still makes him mad because so many people fall for it so he’ll end up commenting anyways

Easily jealous

^ if he sees you talking to another guy he doesn’t trust he’ll insert himself into the conversation and pretend he knows what’s going on

Checks up on you a lot

^ He just has to know that you're okay, he has to be sure that you're safe and that if something were to happen, you would call him without thinking twice.

He wants to communicate but he’s lowkey really bad at it and can’t get in an argument with you without yelling

I imagine him as a runner

^ he’ll probably run to your house at ungodly hours, drink some water, give you a kiss, and keep running

^also lovvvves to show you his stats

He’s really good at cooking and always takes control when you two are cooking/baking together

Didn’t want to dress up on Halloween but you ultimately coerced him into doing a corny couples costume

Has a longer skincare routine than you do

He’s one of those guys to pretend to hate the reality shows and soap operas that you watch- he’ll peak from his phone, then stand from behind the couch and then he’s fully invested in the plot

[insidekatmind]

Interview~Levi Colwill

Wearning: +18, smut

The match between Tottenham and Chelsea had just ended, and the atmosphere in the stadium was electric. The historical rivalry between the two teams had given an incredible show, but of all the players on the field, one had shined more than the others: Levi Colwill. The young Chelsea defender had been a wall, cancelling out any attempts by the opponents to score. He was voted "Man of the Match" and, as a sports journalist, your job was to interview him.

With the microphone in your hand and the earpiece updating you on live time, you positioned yourself in the mixed zone, where players passed for interviews. When Levi approached, his gaze immediately caught yours. Those intense and hungry eyes you felt a warmth inside but ignored the feeling. You had to be professional.

"Levi, an incredible performance today. You literally closed every space. How do you feel after such a strong game?" you asked, trying to keep a neutral tone.

He smiled at you, a smile full of energy that is hard to decipher. "It was tough, but these are the games you love to play. Against Tottenham, in a derby so heartfelt... You know you have to give it all. And today we proved that we are a united team."

As he spoke, his gaze did not detach from yours. You felt a strange tension grow, as if there was something unsaid between you. You tried to concentrate. It was just the usual charisma of a top athlete, you said.

"You’ve stopped Son on more than one occasion, which is no small thing. How did you prepare this match knowing that you would have to face such a dangerous striker?"

He nodded, giving you another smile. "Son is one of the best in the world, so I knew I had to be at my best. But I like this kind of challenge. It’s what motivates me to improve, push myself beyond my limits."

As he answered, you noticed how his eyes wandered over your face, lingering slightly longer than necessary. His smile became more and more mischievous, and you felt a shiver down your back. But you were live, and you kept going.

"Last question, Levi. What is the message you want to send to the Chelsea fans after such an important victory?"

He smiled again, a smile that seemed more personal. "Our goal is to win. Always. Today we have made a big step, but the work doesn’t end there. Thanks to the fans for their support. It is also thanks to them that we play with so much passion."

You closed the interview thanking him, trying to ignore that strange feeling that had accompanied you all along. Levi nodded, and took one last look at you before leaving.

---

After a while, as you were trying to relax from the tension of the live show, you decided to go to the bathroom in the stadium to settle down. It was a quiet moment after the frenzy of the game and the interview. But as soon as you walked in, you heard the door open behind you. You turned, and found yourself face to face with Levi.

"I didn’t think I’d see you again so soon," you said, trying to mask the surprise.

He didn’t answer immediately. He came closer, his eyes even more intense now that you were alone. "You are always so professional, huh?" He said with a smile, but his voice was different, lower, almost provocative.

You tried to keep control. "I try to do my job," you replied, crossing your arms over your chest. "Is there anything that you need?"

"Maybe," he said, getting closer again. Now it was so close that you could feel the warmth of his body. " You know, I couldn’t stop thinking about the way you looked at me during the interview."

"How did I look at you?" you asked, trying to seem indifferent, even if your heart was beating fast.

He didn’t answer your question but was smiling and was getting closer to you

"I noticed," he said, with a grin that made you shiver. "And you know what? I like it."

You didn’t have time to answer. Before you knew it, he’d gently pushed you towards the sink, his hands finding their place on your hips. Your breath was blocked when her lips found yours. It was an intense kiss, full of the same passion that she had shown in the field.

For a moment, you forgot everything: your work, professionalism, context. There was only him, and you, and that strange alchemy that seemed to explode every time your eyes met.

His lips broke away from yours, and for a moment your breaths were the only sound in the room. Levi looked at you with a defiance, almost provocative smile, as if he knew exactly what effect it had on you.

"What’s the matter?" he asked, tilting his head to one side, his voice low and almost amused. "You don’t look so professional now."

You raised an eyebrow, trying to regain control of the situation. " And you don’t seem so focused on your victory," you replied, but your voice trembled slightly, betraying the whirlwind of emotions within you.

He smiled, spreading his legs to get in the middle." Maybe it’s because there is something more interesting here," he said, biting your lower lip slightly and you whimpered.

Your heart has skipped a beat. " Levi, you’re not funny," you said, trying to look stern, but your lips were already bending into a half smile.

"Oh, I’m very serious," he replied. This time, his fingers touched your hand, a light touch, almost random, but enough to hold your breath. " You know, I’m not a quitter. Neither in the field nor outside."

"You always have a strategy, don’t you?" you whispered, your voice barely audible, as your faces drew closer again.

"That’s right," he said, the tone of his voice now lower, almost intimate. "And I usually win."

You couldn’t resist. With a strong gesture, you grabbed him by the shirt, pulling him more towards you as you began to rub your hips on his cock. He let it happen, his eyes shining with satisfaction.

"You’re too sure of yourself,' you said, looking into his eyes as you tried to hide a moan by feeling his hard cock.

"Maybe because I’m right," he replied, his voice a whisper that made you tremble.

You didn’t answer, at least not with words. Your hands slipped behind his back, and you pulled him into a deeper, more urgent kiss. This time, it was as if you had both dropped all claims. His hands grabbed you by the hips, pulling you closer, while you kept rubbing and making both of you groan.

"I thought you were trying to stay professional" he murmured against your lips, interrupting the kiss only for a moment.

"You have a special talent for making me change my mind," you replied, before picking it up again, this time with even more passion.

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And there you were in the stadium bathroom sitting on the sink with your little dress half up while you were letting Levi fuck you.

"So good at taking my cock," Levi muttered as he smiled arrogantly as he merrily bangs his big hard dick in and out of you.

You groaned as you clung to him more feeling so good. You were trying not to scream but his cock that was banging in and out of you seemed impossible.

"Come on baby make others feel you’re a bitch in need for me" he whispered near your ear and then nibbled your lobe making you whine while your pussy was holding his cock and he groaned as he buried himself further inside.

You took Levi’s face softly and kissed him with pure passion, hunger and desire.

He groans in the kiss as he keeps pushing his cock inside you. His tongue enters your mouth, exploring it.

You began to wave your hips against his. You slowly moved away from the kiss and he didn’t waste time attacking your neck by starting to kiss and suck your weak point.

You groaned for bliss as you flapped your hips towards him for more.

"It’s so big" you whimpered and he kept banging his cock inside of you, groaning as you kept moaning out loud not caring about people who could hear you, you were close and he knew.

He started pushing faster as he was holding his hand on your neck making you whine and you came on his cock.

He continued pushing his cock inside you more harshly, you knew that he was also coming to his high, you decided to arch your back as you began to scratch his back feeling how he was piercing you with his dick, Levi lowered his head on your neck nibbling at your skin as he continued to penetrate you. He came with one blow and sighed again in your neck.

He raised his head and kissed you softly, and you kissed back.

"How about I take you on a date, huh?" Levi whispered next to your lips and you smiled.