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kramlabs · 10 months
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daisynik7 · 2 months
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Make Me Sweat
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Pairing: Aoi Todo x f!reader
Rating: Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
Word Count: ~2.5k
cw: written with a curvy reader in mind, canon-divergent (post-Shibuya but a happy one), all characters are 18+, explicit language, smut – cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, spit play, PIV sex (cowgirl position, mating press), breeding kink, praise kink, pet names (sweetie, sweetheart, baby, pretty girl, good girl), creampie 
Summary: With the start of the new year, you make it one of your resolutions to become more active. You begin at your apartment's fitness center, where you run into your muscle head, loud-mouth next-door neighbor, Aoi Todo. He offers his gratuitous advice, annoying you at first. But when he suggests a particular kind of workout, it piques your interest enough that you can't refuse.
Author’s Note: I used metric units (kg) to describe the weights. Also, I am no expert in lifting so please take all of this with a grain of salt LOL. I just know that canonically, these characters are fucking STRONG. I stopped with the tag list on this one bc technically this was a bonus fic and I wasn't sure if anyone wanted to be tagged in these. With that, please enjoy some shameless smut about our favorite JJK himbo! Divider credit to @/cafekitsune.
part 6 of to all the boys who live next door anthology series
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When you said you wanted to start exercising more, you weren’t expecting this: being bounced up and down your next-door neighbor’s impressively huge cock. Yet, here you are, getting pounded with your ass slapping lewdly on his thighs. His big hands dig into the sides of your belly, his lips on the skin of your neck, voice gruff and husky.  “Told you, didn’t I?” 
Let’s rewind to a few hours earlier.
You haven’t been prioritizing yourself lately; your obligations during the day drain all the energy from you and your bed is always so enticing for a nap. When the new year approaches, you make it one of your resolutions to be more active. The gym in your apartment complex is finally open after being renovated the past three months and now, there’s really no excuses when the opportunity is just five floors below you. Your forego your usual nap and suit up in your favorite workout clothes, heading down the elevator to the fitness center. 
Luckily, it isn’t crowded; the only other people inside are Aoi Todo, your neighbor, and his pink-haired buddy, Yuji. They’re both at the weights section, Yuji doing squats with the barbell while Todo spots him, yelling at him encouragingly. “Come on, brother. Hold it, hold it! You got this!”
Yuji grunts, holding the deadlift for as long as possible, eventually dropping it to the floor with a loud thud. Todo claps emphatically, beaming at him. “That’s what I’m talking about!”
You smile to yourself, amused at Todo’s contagious enthusiasm. When he notices you, he gives you a nod, which you return, slightly embarrassed for being caught watching. 
Have you mentioned yet how fucking ripped he is? Today, he wears a loose tank, arm holes cut low to show off his extraordinary physique. Arms bulging with muscles, an incredibly large chest, a well-defined eight-pack. He’s built like a Spartan warrior, ready for battle, destined for victory. It’s impossible to ignore a body like his, even more impossible to ignore his eccentric attitude, which gets on your nerves when you have to listen to his noisy demeanor on the opposite side of the wall. 
The cardio section is on the other side of room, so you make your way to one of the treadmills, setting the level to a walking pace for a quick warm-up. Before you put your headphones in to listen to music, you eavesdrop of their conversation, observing them from your peripheral. 
“Good shit, brother,” Todo says, massaging his shoulders affectionately.
Yuji scratches his head, grinning. “Still got work to do to match my PR. After Shibuya, my strength hasn’t been the same.”
“You’re still the strongest fucker I know. Besides me, of course,” Todo adds, chuckling. “Spot me before you go.” 
They replace the already notable weights with what you suspect are heavier ones. Yuji whistles through his teeth. “300. You’re losing your touch, don’t you think?” he teases, nudging him in the ribs.
Todo digs into a container of powdered chalk, coating his fingers with it. “I’m taking it easy today. Don’t want to over-exert myself in case something exciting happens later.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
He grabs on to the barbell, smirking. “I don’t know yet. We’ll see.” Maybe it’s your imagination, but you can almost swear that his eyes meet yours for a split second in the reflection of the mirror. 
You continue to observe as Todo easily deadlifts 300 kg, as if it weighs nothing to him, repeating this ten times without breaking a sweat.
Yuji laughs, helping him rerack. “That’s crazy.”
Todo pats his back. “You’ll get there soon, brother. Once you’re fully recovered, you’ll be lifting more than me, I’ll make sure of that.” His unwavering support is actually endearing. Sure, he can be obnoxious, but this side of him is charming. 
Unfortunately, this sentiment doesn’t last long. Once Yuji leaves, Todo decides to choose the treadmill right beside you, purposefully neglecting the surrounding unoccupied cardio machines. You’re still at a walking pace, eyeing him suspiciously as he stands there, blatantly watching you with a cocky grin. “Did you enjoy the show?”
Avoiding his gaze, staring at the console in front of you, you mutter, “Excuse me, but I’m trying to focus here.”
“Focus on what? Walking?” he scoffs, leaning on the handrail nearest to you. “You’re not going to get far if you keep going at a snail’s pace.”
You roll your eyes, finally looking at him. “So what do you suggest, Oh-Wise-One?”
It’s meant to be sarcastic, but of course, he thinks you’re genuinely asking. “You’ve got to alternate between high intensity and low intensity. Sprint for thirty seconds, then walk for a minute to cool off. Then repeat. Simple as that.”
As much as you appreciate the gratuitous advice, you’re already familiar with high intensity interval training. You’re just nervous to actually do it, not confident in your running abilities. “I’m not a good runner,” you admit. 
“I’m sure that’s not true. Come on, show me what you got.” He crosses his arms over his pecs, waiting. 
Deciding it’s better to relent to him rather than argue, you brace yourself, upping the speed so that you’re doing an easy jog. 
“You can do better than that!” he hollers, reaching for the controls to increase the level, making the track move faster and faster. You’re sprinting full speed now, lasting about thirty seconds before you swat him away, tugging at the emergency shut off cord to stop it. 
You catch your breath, glaring at him, sweat starting to bead on your forehead. "What the fuck, are you trying to kill me?!"
He’s unfazed by your outburst and oblivious to the asshole move he made. “Don’t be so dramatic. You did great. You have really nice form.”
You don’t let his compliments dissuade you from being angry at him. “You can’t just do that without any warning. I’m still getting used to all this.”
“You’re right, I’m sorry,” he apologizes. “I won’t do that again.” He watches you take long sips from your water bottle, scanning your figure up and down. A coy smirk spreads across his face. "You know, if running ain't your thing, there are other workouts we can try that might suit you better."
You continue to drink, gradually regaining your composure. "Like what?"
He leans in close to you, breath hot on your ear. "Sex."
You choke on your water, using your towel to wipe the mess. Ready to give him an earful, he hops off the track, walking towards the exit. "If you want to work up a real sweat, you know where to find me. I promise to make it worth your while.”
And with that, he's gone, leaving you speechless. And intrigued. 
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After dinner, you take a long shower, Todo’s unconventional suggestion replaying continuously in your mind. You’re almost certain it’s a ridiculous joke, though the more you analyze it, the less ridiculous it seems. In fact, by the time you’re drying off in front of the mirror, checking your reflection carefully, you’re seriously considering it. You’re not particularly tired from earlier, so maybe you have room for one more workout. And hey, if the offer still stands, why not take it?
You slide into a different pair of leggings, one that shows off your curves, and slip on a t-shirt, fulling prepared to exercise. In your running shoes, you walk the few steps next door and knock twice. When he doesn’t answer within the first ten seconds, panic sets in and you’re tempted to turn on your heel to retreat. Before you can, the door swings open and you’re greeted by Todo’s bare bust. He smirks, not at all surprised to see you standing in front of him. “Hey.”
Swallowing the thick saliva gathering on your tongue, you let out a meek, “Hello.” His enormous frame towers over you and you can’t help but salivate at the sight of him. You always assumed he’d be the type of guy to walk around shirtless in his apartment. Not that you’re complaining.
He beckons you inside, closing and locking the door shut behind him. “Can’t stop thinking about it, huh?”
You roll your eyes at him, cracking a smile simultaneously. “Well, it’d be rude to turn down such a generous offer, right?”
He lets out a small laugh, stepping towards you, gripping at your hips to pull you into him. “I knew you were a smart girl.”
You’ve severely underestimated how much bigger he is than you until this moment, as you peer up at him eagerly. “Todo.”
He bows his head down, mouth grazing your ear. “Aoi.”
“Aoi,” you repeat, breath hitching. 
“Good girl,” he praises, making you shudder with anticipation. “Tell me exactly what you want and I’ll give it to you.”
You paw at his chest, admiring his sculpted muscles, pressing your fingers into them without even making a dent. “I want you to give me that workout you promised me.”
“Yeah?” he croons, his noticeable erection strained in his sweatpants. “You want this fat fucking cock, don’t you?”
He’s as vulgar as you imagined he’d be and it only spurs you on. You link your arms around his neck, on your tippy-toes to meet him for a kiss. Instead, he hoists you up, holding you with his hands below your ass, your legs wrapped around his waist. His boner throbs as you buck your hips on him, desperate for friction on your aching clit. “You feel it, don’t you?” he purrs, grinding you against him. “That’s all for you.”
He carries you into the bedroom, kissing you sloppily with his massive tongue invading your mouth. When he can’t take it anymore, he tosses you onto the mattress, stripping his clothes off swiftly, you doing the same. He crawls on top of you, ogling your naked body, a lustful gleam in his expression. “You’re so fucking hot.”
“You’re so fucking big,” you blurt out in response, not knowing a better word to describe him. Because everywhere you look, Aoi Todo is big. Big biceps, a tremendous torso, a huge fucking cock ready to fill you the fuck up. You spread your legs open for him, practically begging for him to fuck you. 
“Look at this perfect pussy,” he coos, face inching closer to your cunt. He hocks a thick wad of spit directly onto your clit, smearing it with his tongue. “So wet for me.”
You squirm beneath him, unable to control yourself. “Fuck, Aoi,” you swear, toes already curling from the sensation. 
“I’m going to make you come first. Make this pussy extra creamy for my dick. Is that okay, sweetheart?” He massages circles into your clit with his thumb, looking up at you from between your thighs. 
“Yes,” you whine, trembling with arousal.  
“Good girl,” he says again, and you realize how fucking sexy it is when he praises you like this. “Can I finger you too?” 
“Oh god, yes,” you moan, growing impatient, needy for whatever he’s willing to offer you. 
With his lips latched to your clit, he teases your entrance with his middle finger, slowly sliding deeper until he bottoms out. He adds another digit, pumping inside you while he sucks on your bud, tongue swirling around it. You rock your hips against his face, greedy for more. Todo hums, encouraging you, the vibrations spurring you on until it’s too much. You come for him after a few more strokes, gushing all over his face. You reach down to grab his hair, trying to pry him off you, but he’s obviously way stronger and more resilient. “One more,” he muffles, chin shiny with your slick, his tongue flicking your clit. “For me.” He flashes you a cocky smirk that makes him even more impossible to deny.
You throw your head back into the pillows, staring up at the ceiling, hazy-eyed from the pleasure. The squelch of his fingers in and out of your wet cunt is obscene, combined with the shameless moans pouring out of you. After your second climax, or maybe it’s the third (you’ve lost count), he finally eases off you, slurping his digits clean to swallow up your juices. “You’re doing so good for me, pretty girl.” He strokes his cock in his fist, tapping the glistening head on your swollen clit. “It’s going to feel fucking amazing.”
You hum, the only response you can muster in this fucked-out state. 
“How do you want it, sweetie?” He lifts you off the bed, having you straddle his lap. “You want to ride me?” 
You nod, resting your head on his shoulder, yearning for anything. “Yes.”
“Fuck yeah,” he growls, slapping your ass before guiding his cock into your slippery cunt. You gasp, astonished by the extraordinary girth of him filling you up to the hilt. “You’re swallowing me up.” He spreads your cheeks apart, squeezing your ass in his grip. “That’s my girl.”
You gaze at him, pressing your forehead to his, sticky with sweat. “Fuck me,” you whimper, kissing him fiercely, completely enraptured by him.
He does, bouncing you on his lap, hitting your sweet spot over and over until you’re unraveling for him once more. “Told you, didn’t I? Told you I’d make it worth your while.”
Whatever semblance of rationale you had is gone. All you can think of is Todo’s manhandling you like a fucking rag doll, pliable and yielding to his every touch. Before you reconsider it, you spout the words, “Breed me,” wishing nothing more but to have his hot load leaking out of your cunt.
As if he wasn’t already feral enough, he most certainly is now, planting his feet on the bed to fuck up into you faster and harder. “That’s what you really want? You want my fucking seed in you? Oh fuck. I’ll give it to you, then. I’ll give it to you so fucking good.”
It happens quickly; you’re on your back again, folded nearly in half, knees to your chest, Todo fucking you in a mating press like his goddamn life depends on it. The mattress creaks noisily with each savage thrust he delivers. Sweat drips from his face onto yours as you kiss each other passionately, his massive body surrounding you as he floods your womb with his cum. “Fuck, milk it all out of me baby. That’s it. That’s my girl.”
You stay like this for a moment, allowing yourselves to catch you breaths and cool down. This really was a workout. Todo takes his time, reluctantly pulling out and watching his cum ooze out of you. 
“I can’t believe we did that,” you sigh, hiding your face in the pillow.
He gets comfortable beside you, giving you a smooch on the forehead. “Honestly, I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now.”
“Really?” You look at him, cupping his cheek gently, wiping the perspiration off his brow with your thumb. 
He smiles, nuzzling into your palm. “Yeah.”
“Then maybe we should make this a regular thing,” you suggest as you snuggle into his arms. 
“Sounds like a plan to me,” he agrees, embracing you.
And just like that, you have yourself a new and very, very personal trainer. 
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The Beautiful Blue Catfish
Blue catfish (Ictalurus furcatus) are members of the bullhead catfish family, native to the drainages of the Mississippi, Missouri, and Ohio river basins and the Gulf of Mexico. Because of their popularity as game fish, this species has also been introduced to freshwater systems throughout North and South America, and is considered invasive in these areas.
Like many catfish, I. furcatus is a bottom dweller. They can often be found near complex structures such as rocky outcroppings, fallen trees, or sunken structures that provide both food and shelter. The blue catfish is an opportunistic predator, consuming any fish or aquatic invertebrates it can find, as well as eggs, small amphibians, and injured or recently deceased animals. Adult I. furcatus are seldom prey for other species due to their size, but hatchlings and juveniles are often food for cormorants, willets, osprey, pelicans, and bald eagles. To deter predators, this species has serrated barbs along their dorsal and pectoral fins, each laced with a particularly painful toxin.
Though they can be difficult prey for other animals, the blue catfish is a popular target for fishermen, and for good reason; they're the largest species of catfish in North America. Adults can easily reach a length of 65 in (170 cm) and a weight of 165 lb (75 kg). As indicated by their name, most individuals are grey or blue, with a lighter underbelly. This species also lacks scales, a common characteristic of catfish, and the face is framed by long whisker-like barbels that help it detect nearby food.
While generally solitary, blue catfish aren't territorial, and tend to ignore each other until the mating season. Reproduction begins in April and continues until June, during which time males attract a female by building a nest and releasing attractive pheromones. Once a female has selected a male, she lays between 4,000-8,000 eggs per kilogram of bodyweight in his nest (i.e. if the female weighs 2 kg, she may lay between 8,000-16,000 eggs). The male then disperses sperm over the eggs. Following fertilization, the male chases away the female and guards the nest for about a week, at which time the eggs hatch. The hatchlings, also known as fry, stay close together in schools for several weeks before growing large enough to disperse. It will take them a further 5 years for them to reach maturity; on average individuals live about 10 years, but can live as long as 25.
Conservation status: The blue catfish is considered Least Concern by the IUCN. Within its native range, populations face minor threats from dams and droughts. Where it has been introduced, the species is considered invasive due to its voracious appetite.
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1d1195 · 14 days
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Physics Extra I
Read the rest here: Physics
Some great inspo from my 🌼-anon.
Hope you like it 💕
A little angsty, a little fluffy. Full disclosure--I'm not sure if I was tired or if I'm stupid, but I couldn't remember what year of college they were in and which Physics level they were in so I'm going to clarify here and I'll fix it later on. It shouldn't be too much of an issue. I left it a bit ambiguous if I remember correctly.
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Part of her worried this would happen. The flare of the savior complex paired with her insecurity finally won out. Time spent apart over break helped their budding relationship. It led to an unbelievably passionate reunion after the new year and return for the spring semester. The kisses from Harry’s lips on her mouth and trailing down her body made her warm just thinking about it and it was nearly a month—almost two—ago.
But now, Harry no longer needed a physics tutor. They didn’t have a class together. Fortunately, they did spend most nights together. Harry took her to parties and broke the hearts of every girl that had pined for him for so long. He walked her to class when he was free, and she met him at the gym just to say hi and run on the treadmill while he did his routines with his friends.
Niall and Louis were over every Saturday morning, hungover and whining for her pancakes before she went to the bookstore. Harry spent many nights in her apartment, snuggled around her and it felt so good. So unbelievably good.
She just couldn’t get her mind to agree that it was a good thing.
It was her own doing. How could she not know he would find out. It was exactly the kind of thing that happened in a rom-com or a sit-com or any comedy really. The irony of it all was not lost on her. She should have known.
For someone that studied Physics, balanced two campus jobs, and managed to have a boyfriend, she was an idiot.
*
Harry was at the gym again. It was either the gym or pacing the floor of his apartment. After a day of pacing and grumbling to himself, Louis insisted he leave and do something productive before he put a rut in their floor and lost their security deposit.
Studying was hardly his forte prior to dating her and now she wasn’t there to help him with the finer details of studying—like actually getting him to focus—he was a lost cause. Just being in her presence made it easier to focus. Like a little reminder that she was proud of him.
Thus, he was at the gym, the second time in the day. At the very least he would break his personal record twice in a day. The longer he stayed there, the worse his frustration got. His form was impeccable. Niall kept his eyebrows in a fixed uprise on his forehead. He whistled lowly.
“Shut up,” he grumbled.
“Do you know how stupid you’re being?”
“Inform me, please.”
“She’s the whole package, Harry. She’s smart, beautiful, funny, and I thought the pancakes were impressive, but the way she chugs a beer is honestly...” he chuckled. “I want my own tutoring lesson.”
Harry ignored him and made his way for the bench press. “Shut up,” he repeated.
“Harry, it’s ridiculous. You love her,” he reminded him.
“Spot me or shut up.”
Niall sighed. “If I don’t get pancakes soon, I’m going to lose it,” he warned Harry. It had been two weeks. They had barely spoken only murmuring hi when they bumped into one another. People ogled them before they started dating, now it only amplified.
“You’re a grown up, tell her y’want pancakes,” he muttered straining under the weight of his barbell.
“Christ, Harry,” he shook his head. “You’re a grown up. Talk to her.”
Harry did two reps and then his arms started to shake. It was too much for one day on top of the fact that without her help studying she was able to distract him here too.
“Why would she say that?” He murmured.
“Say what?”
“That...” he rubbed a hand over his face. His shirt was soaked with sweat. His scalp was itchy, he wanted to go home. Well, he really wanted to go to her place and lay with his head in her lap while she ran her fingers through his hair. They would watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch and eventually Harry would wake up and carry her to her room where they would snuggle and dream until the morning. “That s’not serious.”
“Well...have you asked her to be your girlfriend?” Niall sat on the floor while Harry straddled the seat. Niall stretched.
“I thought it was implied when we spend every night together.”
“Harry, she’s a nice, sweet girl.”
“Thanks, Niall. I didn’t notice,” he rolled his eyes.
“Well,” he shrugged.
“Let’s go.”
“Fine,” Niall hopped up, grabbed their waters. “But I’m not gonna snuggle with you the way she does.”
*
“This is ridiculous, you know it’s ridiculous right?”
She was lying on the floor between the TV and the coffee table, facedown. An unintelligible groan went into the carpet, and she tilted her head up briefly and then smacked it back on the floor gently. “Fuck.”
“You could easily apologize,” Sarah told her.
“Why did I say that?” She groaned.
“It’s new! And Harry...”
She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling. “Harry’s been nothing but nice to me. He’s done nothing but shown me that he likes me and cares about me. I just ruined it. I humiliated him and I couldn’t even deny it. I feel so...bad. Who does that?!”
Sarah sat on her hips making her grunt. “You. You did that, you idiot.”
“Thanks,” she mumbled.
“Well, fix it!”
“Sarah,” she sighed and put hands on her eyes. “He’s never going to trust me.”
“Of course, he does. The only thing that’s going through that stupid head of his is that he hasn’t made you feel more secure.”
“But he did.”
“So tell him. It was a lapse in judgment. Alcohol. Tell him you had a cold. He won’t care. He just wants you to know you can trust him.”
“But I am so...not his type.”
“Well, hate t’break it to y’kitten,” she mimicked Harry’s accent and her nickname. “You are now.”
*
“So how did you meet Harry?” She knew the girl was drunk. She didn’t get her name. It was Shauna or Shayna, or something. She couldn’t remember. Instead, she sipped her own alcohol, glanced around to see Harry playing beer pong with Louis and Niall.
“Uh...” she swallowed. “We had Physics last semester. He needed tutoring.”
“Oh, that’s so cute!” But not-Shauna didn’t make it sound like it was cute. It was so condescending. It made her feel awkward and almost ashamed of how they met. She wished they had met at a party or a bar. Something more college-y—although what was more college-y than meeting in class?
“Uh...yeah, it was,” because it was. It was cute. The way Harry came up to her in the middle of the dining hall—it was out of a movie. He was handsome, perfect, and so nice to her. Even though she heard rumors and felt inadequate about the type of girl he normally surrounded himself with, it was undeniably cute. It was tragic she felt ashamed of their meeting.
“So how long is that?” Not-Shauna continued.
“Pardon?”
“How long have you been a couple, officially?”
It was innocuous. Four months. All she had to say was four months.
“Oh...well...we haven’t really discussed...” she cleared her throat. “I’m not sure of the exact date...” she looked at the contents of her cup. “I don’t think it’s been…” nothing was coming to the surface to explain what they were. Not accurately.
Four months.
That’s all she had to say.
She’d been studying physics for a while. Time dilation was something she only considered in movies and in theory. Einstein’s kind of thing. Not her thing. At a party when she was just asked how long she had been dating the man that spent five out of seven nights in her bed, wrapped around her...hell inside of her... was not a place for physics.
But somehow, the hours ticked by in place of the minutes. The carbonation of the soda water mixing with her vodka was moving in slow motion. It was like she could count every bubble that reached the surface and popped. “Oh, you’re not...official,” not-Shayna said.
Again, that condescension was so uncomfortable, she nearly dropped her drink. The time dilation started again. She was counting the bubbles. “Well, actually—” But not-Shayna was gone. The movie that was her life immediately turned into a horror film. “Oh no,” she mumbled to herself.
The minutes that were hours suddenly turned into seconds. Someone whispered something to someone else. The game of telephone sped by in seconds.
Harry missed his final pong shot. He whipped around to her, her cup halfway to her mouth. Her cheeks turned beet red. As red as the cup she sipped from.
Anger. Anger was an appropriate reaction. A fiery gaze, a flushed complexion. Even hands in fists were understandable for her faux pas.
Anger would have been preferable to the hurt expression on Harry’s sweet face.
*
After her shift at the bookstore, she was lying on the floor again. Sarah invited her to go shopping. But she couldn’t. Nothing seemed right. An idiot. That’s what she was. A Physics student with a 3.9 GPA and she was probably the dumbest person on campus.
There was a knock on her door. “Sarah, I cannot shop,” she groaned. “I’ll probably trip and fall in the food court and ruin some poor teen couple’s movie and dinner date and they’ll never live happily ever after because that’s all I do. Ruin a perfectly good couple.”
“Um... not Sarah,” she jumped off the floor. Laying down to standing in less than one second. She sprinted to the door and yanked it out of the way. “Hi,” Harry said softly.
“Hi,” she answered awkwardly.
“Can I... come in?”
She swallowed, opened the door wider, and moved out of the way. He hurried in, sat on the couch. It was like the first time Harry came over to help decorate. It was basically his spot. When everything made sense. She felt more at ease seeing him in her space again; making himself comfortable.
But comfort only lasted seconds because he looked… anxious. Which only fueled her anxiety.
He rubbed his hand on the back of his head and sighed. Dropped his hands into his lap. “I think we should talk, kitten.”
“I shouldn’t have said it!” She blurted. Her own pacing started. Her heart rate started to fly to a dangerous level. She was pacing in her floor spot that she designated for laying. “I don’t know what was wrong with me! Sarah told me to tell you it was a cold or the alcohol... or maybe I had a stroke. I don’t even remember what she said to tell you. But I don’t have a reason. Which is worse. I wish I had a reason, Harry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I should have said anything but what I said. You have made me so happy over the last four months,” she was still pacing looking like a psychopath. “You have made me feel so safe and so... loved and I don’t know why I had such a lapse in horrible judgment like that. I mean you made me a hot chocolate bar for God’s sake! You don’t mind studying and you don’t care that I drool like a teething infant when I sleep. Even when I get it all over your pillow or your shirt. I feel so terrible, Harry. So completely terrible. I don’t know how I can be so smart in class and make everyone jealous and then go and say that about you. Or not say! I don’t know what's wrong with me but—”
Harry was quiet while she rambled and paced. It was cute. Sweet even. It was nice to know she was rattled, selfishly—they both paced when upset. It was sweet. Cute to know they shared it. He smiled softly. “Do y'want t’be m’girlfriend?”
She stopped pacing, finally. Her heart finally slowed, she put a hand to her chest, like it would keep it slow as she looked at him squarely for the first time since she started ranting. “What?”
“Well,” his grin grew. He looked at his lap again, his palms rubbing on his thighs. “It might be easier on us both t’tell you I love you. Y’know...if y’were m’girlfriend. Might be easier on you t’answer that kind of question if y’had a date t’tell people of when we’ll have our official anniversary.”
“You’re not breaking up with me?”
He chuckled. “No,” he smiled. “Also have t’be officially together t’break up, kitten.”
“You’re not going to wait till I say yes and then ask to break up, are you?”
Harry stood finally, put his hands on her cheeks to hold her in place. He kissed her forehead for an extended moment. It felt so good. Like the other hundreds of times that he did it over the last few months. In two weeks, it felt like a drought. “M’sorry I didn’t reassure you,” he wrapped his arms around her body and instantly she sank into his embrace.
“Did you say you loved me?”
He nodded. “M’hmm,” he hummed.
“Oh.”
“Do y’want me t’take it back.”
“No, thank you.”
He chuckled into her hair. “S’very polite of you, kitten,” he pulled back. “I love you,” he repeated, gazing into her eyes. “Loved you the moment y’agreed t’help me. A poor, sorry, hopeless, Physics-less sap like me.”
“You’re not so hopeless.”
“M’hopeless ‘bout you, kitten,” he assured her.
“I love you too," she gazed up at him, her eyes wide, expressive and so very sweet, "by the way.”
“I thought s’what y’meant in all that rambling," he chuckled.
She didn't laugh. “I’m sorry Harry, truly. That was so not okay.”
Harry shrugged. “I jus’ missed you, kitten. S’okay. I get why y'said it. We never really defined it,” he promised. “M’sorry I didn’t ask sooner or come make up sooner.”
She sighed into his chest. “Will you stay tonight?” She asked quietly. Her voice muffled by his shirt. The thought of being snuggled together made her so happy.
Harry wanted to make a joke about inertia. Or an object at rest. Something. But it wouldn’t come. He was too happy to have made up.
“Try and stop me, kitten.”
“Niall and Louis make you come here?” She asked.
“M’supposed t’ask if you’ll make them pancakes for dinner once we’ve properly made up," Harry chuckled and murmured into her hair.
“What’s ‘properly’ mean?" She asked innocently, a smile on her face that was anything but innocent.
He chuckled. “I’ll teach you,” he winked, tilting her face so he could kiss her deeply; the way he wanted to for the last week and a half.
And teach her what ‘proper’ meant.
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x0x0josephinex0x0 · 25 days
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hi baby! im sure ure flooded with requests but ive been feeling really insecure ab my hip dips n stretch marks lately n ur writing really comforts me... so i was wondering if u could write smt ab dokyeom or anyone u want rlly! finding reader feeling bad ab their hip dips and stretchmarks and he comforts them? totally ur choice love u! ❤
oh girl i have had the WORLDS WORST body image week ever so this request hits difffffffffffffferent. i'm so happy to do that -- for both of us. warnings: female reader, body image issues are a major theme, descriptions of physical insecurities of the reader, mention of a doctor visit, and possibly a bit angsty with a happy ending
this is:
No Less a Goddess
"can i come to the gym with you?" you ask shyly, peeking around the corner at your boyfriend, who is changing into his shorts and tee to work out.
"huh?" seokmin asks, whirling to look at you with his arms in the sleeves of his shirt, having been interrupted in pulling it over his head. "you've never asked before! i'd love to have you come along!"
"what do i wear?" you ask, unable to keep from smiling at his enthusiasm.
"anything you want!" he says. "just make sure it's easy to move in."
about fifteen minutes later, the two of you are walking down the stairs to the gym in your shared apartment complex, hand in hand. seokmin's sunny smile and idle chatter is almost enough to distract you from the growing knot of discomfort in your stomach.
sure enough, the second you walk in, you notice a woman running on the treadmill. her short shorts and sports bra are stylishly coordinated, at a stark contrast to your ratty gray sweatpants and ugly oversized tee. her legs are muscular, and you can't see a single ounce of fat on her. you swallow hard and try to pay attention to seokmin instead, who is excitedly showing you around. "and this is where i painstakingly grew the arms you have come to know and love," he's saying, pointing at the barbells. "you should say thank you."
"i appreciate your service," you say with a small salute, and seokmin chuckles.
"so, what are your fitness goals?" seokmin asks, shrugging off his jacket.
you have to appreciate how the gray tee hugs the contours of his body, so you just say, "i just want to be a part of whatever it is you've got going on." which makes him beam.
you join seokmin for leg day. surprisingly, you're amazed by how much you're actually able to do -- apparently years of working on your feet has paid off, and while you're not perfect, you can mostly keep up with your very athletic boyfriend. it's actually kind of fun, too, which is no surprise -- seokmin makes everything fun.
but in the back of your mind, you're still thinking about that woman on the treadmill. seokmin is the most loyal man you know, and the idea of him cheating on you is actually laughable, but you can't help but compare yourself to her. that's the kind of person he deserves, you think to yourself. not a slob like me.
it had been a bad week for your body image. earlier on, you'd had to go to the urgent care for a bad case of pink eye, and the doctor had announced your weight to you out loud, which honestly felt like cruel and unusual punishment, especially given that it was the heaviest you'd ever been. the sting was only exacerbated when you went shopping for a few new outfits for a cruise you were taking next month with seokmin. your love handles, your thick thighs covered in stretch marks and cellulite, your hip dips -- all these insecurities you'd always had seemed to zoom into the forefront of your mind and start yelling at you.
you hadn't yet confided in seokmin, because you knew exactly how he'd react. but it becomes impossible not to tell him when, post-gym and post-shower, he corners you in the bedroom and sits you firmly down on the mattress. "something's up," he insists. "what's wrong?"
"i'm feeling insecure," you admit, avoiding his gaze.
"about what?" he asks.
"have you noticed i've gained weight?" you ask in a small voice.
"no," he responds, confused. "is that what this is about?"
"at the doctor's office," you continue softly, "i found out i'm the heaviest i've ever been." you take a shuddering breath. "and i'm getting more and more stretch marks. and i just feel like you're so out of my league. i mean, look at you." you gesture to him in all his freshly showered glory.
seokmin just blinks. "well? do you have anything to say?" you ask him, feeling a little hurt at his lack of response.
he hesitates. "well, i'm not sure what to say," he says slowly.
"well, thanks," you say, standing up and stalking out of the room. "super helpful, babe."
"no, wait! come back!" seokmin says, sounding panicked. "let me finish."
"oh, was there more?" you shoot at him. "because your silence was really loud."
he sighs. "honey, i understand you're feeling upset and i get it, i really do. but you have to let me finish talking."
his patient tone of voice grates at your already frayed nerves, but you bite your tongue and sit back down on the bed. this is seokmin, you remind yourself. seokmin, the kindest person alive. seokmin, who never meant to hurt you even when he did. and seokmin, who always made things right.
he reaches over and grabs your hand. "it's hard for me to respond to that because to me, you're perfect," he begins. you scoff, and he squeezes your hand. "hear me out," he implores.
you sigh but finally turn to look him in the eyes. he gives a small smile before starting again, playing absently with your fingers. "your body is ..." he says, and trails off, his eyes devouring you hungrily. he finally shakes himself back to normal and continues. "ugh. i'm gonna get distracted if i go into more detail, but let's just say i'm more attracted to you now than i ever have been, and that's saying something." he laughs quietly. "it's hard for me to understand the insecurities because to me, you're a goddess."
"okay," you say hesitantly. "but that doesn't make them any less real."
"no, i know," seokmin agrees. "so i guess what i should've said is that... i'm really sorry you can't see yourself like i do right now. and i will do whatever it takes to remind you that no matter how things change, or how you change, i fell in love with you for so much more than just your body. and that's one thing that's never changing," he finishes.
you study him with a stony face for a moment. "okay, that was pretty good," you admit, finally cracking a smile.
"was it?" he asks.
"and you should be rewarded," you continue, sliding closer to him on the bed in the most suggestive way you can muster.
he blushes. "well...i'll never say no to that," he agrees, pulling you closer to him for a kiss.
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druidshollow · 6 months
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infodumping about rain world ancient ocs- about that ask i just answered
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just in case the incredible @inkycorvid wanted me to talk about my ancient ocs instead of my ancient headcanons im making a post talking about my idiot guys in a very annoying structure. gotta cover all my bases
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MANY SMALL "FLOWERS", ONE QUICK GLANCE
he/him, bisexual, sometimes has beard barbells sometimes doesn't. middle aged (in genetically modified to live for a longass time terms), very much divorced. admin to eleven rivers, not very nice to eleven rivers.
HOW TO IDENTIFY A FLOWERS IN THE WILD:
-like never smiles, always looks either pissed off or miserable
-his mask is very wedge-shaped. big karma 10 symbols on sides
-practically every time red is used in the context of my rain world ocs it relates to him. either symbolically or literally. see red highlights???? probably flowers' fucking fault!!
-two strands of hair always fall in face
-wears wrappings often. once my bf said he probably wouldnt get divorced so hard if he wasnt dressed like a weird mummy
-no left ear
COOL FLOWERS FACTS
-comes from a considerably privileged background. family had incredibly high expectations
-traumatized by everlasting fire's attack and afraid of iterators. will not enter a puppet chamber unless entirely necessary
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-creates strong emotional attachments and reacts to rejection with self-isolation and bitterness
-late game, before he begins his plan to demolish eleven rivers and ascend himself but after the twins are awake he begins drinking an unhealthy amount and projecting his anger all over the place, especially towards rivers
-likes vultures. thinks they're crazy neat
-does not and can not have any comprehension of the ramifications his douchebaggery will bring about in the future (huge rammies. absolutely massive rammies)
-becomes an echo when he tries to ascend. his echo sits right snug over eleven rivers' chamber!
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FLIGHT TO THE SUN, HOMEWARD "DESCENT"
she/her, bisexual, sometimes wears fancy shinies on her hair. middle aged in modified to live a very long time terms. flowers' ex wife. doing WAY better than him. admin to a fleck of flame, very nice to a fleck of flame.
HOW TO IDENTIFY A DESCENT IN THE WILD:
-blue, cream stripes, frills on upper back
-short face, short hair, short body. short
-walks with cane after everlasting fire's attack
-implant in right ear later game, ear still there
-does in fact smile! makes lots of smug faces. she is in general very emotionally intense and expressive, and is also very morally headstrong. quick to jump to anger when she thinks lines have been crossed.
COOL DESCENT FACTS
-she was named "flight to the sun, thirteen sparks" at birth, and changed it when she was enrolled in the school of solutions
-punk by ancient society terms. not big on ascension, very much a "don't we have it pretty fuckin good? why are we in such a rush to leave" kind of person
-stayed in the iterator project after fire's failure because in losing him she realized how human the iterators were. spent her life working to make their rights more solid and complexities more widely understood
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-very close friends with fleck. looks at fleck as her son, looked at fire as her son as well
-met flowers at the start of their schooling. they quickly bonded as they got to work together and were endorsed for esteemed position together
-left flowers in part because of the trauma surrounding the situation with fire, but more because she didn't like what she was beginning to see in flowers. he invented the first model of the demolishers after fire's attack, which descent hated. they would have split up eventually even if fire had lived and they'd continued work on him together. i think their political views and morals are too different, and their personalities too headstrong for it to've been avoided forever
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"WANDER"ING AIMLESSLY WITH EVERLASTING JOY
she/he/they, genderfluid and swaps pronouns often. pansexual. like in their late 20s early 30s equivalently. admin to glass incident. flowers' younger sibling, probably a nepotism hire
HOW TO IDENTIFY A WANDER IN THE WILD:
-shithead or confident expression
-lots of ear piercings, bridge piercing. no permanent ear implant
-three "bangs" fall on face. tends to let hair down when feeling more feminine and tie it up when feeling masculine
-frills on arms
-dresses a bit... revealing sometimes to be fully honest. wears a mask the least out of their group, doesn't like it for sensory reasons
-quite similar to flowers in shapes and colours, just with green stripes instead of red
COOL WANDER FACTS
-actually quite intelligent and insightful, but their primal need to cause chaos and keep everything lighthearted often overpowers this
-since flowers did so well in school and had his first project be a massive failure, lots of higher eyes were on wander throughout school
-joined the iterator project to stay near flowers
-was VERY happy to be selected to work with corners
-puts maybe too much energy into caring for flowers and trying to help him, when he pushes back so hard
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THE LESS IMPORTANTS :D
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bark, cloud, smoke, west and journey are less important background characters! ive never even drawn bark or journey until right now, lmao
bark is a very old man who just wants to do his work in peace. cloud is an introvert who is very calm and professional. smoke is pretentious and self-involved. they're a teacher at the school of solutions and endorsed flowers and descent for the esteemed position. west is a hot guy flowers knew in school that he had a short-lived fling with after his divorce. journey was rivers' admin before flowers, but then she went to the void so she had to be replaced.
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hope this suffices and everyone is properly tired of seeing these guys!
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takamikeiigos · 2 years
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Hello! I just stalked the hell outta your blog and LOVED it!! Please make stoner hawks x reader a thing, I’d love it sooooo much! BUT! My REAL request is this - hawks, good ok friends /co-pro hero’s to lovers situation, and maybe drinking game or something, and he finds out that sweet, innocent and friendly fem reader— has vch and both nipple barbells. And now he can never look at her the same again 😂 please! And thank you! Keep up the great work!!! Peace ✌️
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𝕻𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: 𝑲𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒐 𝑻𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒎𝒊 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓
𝕽𝖆����𝖎𝖓𝖌: 𝑬𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒕
𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝕮𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 5.2 𝒌
𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖘: 𝑨𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒉𝒐𝒍 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝑺𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝑫𝒐𝒎! 𝑯𝒂𝒘𝒌𝒔, 𝑪𝒐𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒔/𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔→𝑭𝑾𝑩/𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝑷𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔, 𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑻𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈??, 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕
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• 𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘: 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒕-𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅, 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆, '𝒐𝒉, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒏 - 𝒍𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌'? 𝑺𝒐 𝑰 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 '𝒆𝒎 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒘 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓.
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To say that you feel somewhat out of place when entering Hawks' apartment complex might just be an understatement.
The lobby is huge, due to the fact that the building itself harbors numerous business offices and private agencies. The flooring is a dark wood beneath your feet, before giving way to a plush white carpet. The walls are a light, delicate cream color, maybe just a shade or two darker than the carpeting, accented with warm-toned stone tiles. The entire room is adorned in modern decor and furniture, maintaining a look of clean-cut professionalism to impress guests and clients.
The receptionist at the front desk peaks up and offers you a smile.
You're definitely out of place.
You smile back politely and head straight for the elevator, the chime of the doors closing behind you offering state of peace to your nerves. You think back to what Hawks had told you earlier in the day, while the both of you had been signing off on paperwork after a long mission.
Penthouse Two. The very top floor of the building.
You press the corresponding button and the elevator begins a smooth ascent, the soft tone of jazz playing quietly over the speakers.
The elevator finally chimes again and comes to a stop, its doors giving way to an open hallway. You step out and look around, the dimly-lit lights adding a warm glow to the dark walls and the white marbled panels that accent them. The door Hawks' apartment sits a few feet to your right, the glow from the hallway lights illuminating the address that's posted on the wall beside it.
You approach it and raise a hand to ring the doorbell, but the door suddenly flies open, revealing just a peak into the vast apartment that belongs to Japan's number two Hero.
A small red feather appears from behind the door, slowly falling just as a leaf would during autumn, before resting weightlessly on the floor. You eye it for a moment, hesitant, before kneeling down to pick it up. You hold it between your fingers, admiring its soft, downy texture and vibrant color, and it twitches in your hold.
You rise, the feather still in your grasp, and cautiously enter the apartment, the sheer size of it nearly stopping you in your tracks.
It definitely lives up to the rest of the building's expectations in decor. It's atmosphere is warm, just like the rest of the building; white walls are garnished with a smokey, gray trim, breached with little decor and adding in splashes of muted reds, oranges, and browns for contrast. The furniture is a deep, charcoal grey - a large sectional couch sitting in the middle of the living room with a dark wood coffee table accenting it in the middle. Just behind that sits a tall dining table, carmine-red chairs surrounding it and adding another splash of color to the room, the large windows of the apartment providing a dramatic backdrop of downtown Musutafu.
You look to your left and spot a bar, the shelving on the walls embellished with numerous types of liquors and glasses. And when you look above that, what you think is the ceiling actually turns out to be a platform. You crane your head slightly to get a better look over the railing and you spot what looks like a bed, but you can't be too sure.
"Come on in, I don't bite."
You nearly jump out of your skin and whip around at Hawks' relaxed tone, the winged Hero standing behind you with a cocky grin plastered on his mouth. The feather twitches from where you'd forgotten it in your grasp and frees itself, twirling around you a few times before taking its place back in the plush of Hawks' wings.
"Well.. only sometimes."
You glare at him and his brazen antics, an exasperated huff falling from your lips.
"You know, Hawks," you say, exasperated, scrubbing a hand over your face, "One of these days I'm gonna knock your ass out for doing that shit."
He raises his eyebrows, intrigued, and breathes out a laugh.
"If you think you can catch me first, sure."
You roll your eyes as he walks past you, and you follow his movement. It's admittedly very weird seeing him outside of work and not in uniform - dressed casually in a pair of loose, black joggers and a dark gray henley, sleeves rolled up to the elbows. He's continued to rock the shorter hair, the golden tufts holding a dampness that makes you guess he must've just gotten out of the shower. He runs a hand through the damp locks and you watch as his back muscles flex ever-so-slightly beneath his shirt, his wings rustling and stretching with his movement.
He plops down on the living room couch, comfortably leaned back into the cushions with one leg dangling off the edge and the other propped up, an arm resting on his knee.
He smiles at you, sincerely.
"C'mon, chickadee. Mi casa es su casa," he tilts his head, as if to beckon you forward.
You remove your shoes in the doorway of his apartment and make your way into the living-space, opting to sit on one of the loveseats perpendicular to where he sits on the couch.
"So! What goodies do we have to dig into, today?" He sits up, shifting so one leg is folded under the other, and leans forward with his elbows resting on his knees.
"Honestly?" You start, opening the manila folder you'd brought with you. You look at the papers inside for a moment, scanning both of them, before setting one infront of Hawks, and one infront of yourself. "They're pretty basic questions. You know.. like, 'What's your favorite part about being a Hero?' and, 'Who was your biggest inspiration?'"
Hawks chuckles and shakes his head, an eyebrow raised with skepticism. A few agencies had been chosen by a magazine to interview eachother, and out of the six that were chosen, yours and Hawks' were among them. You decided to team up with eachother, not necessarily having been close friends, but frequent acquaintances, partnering up with eachother on missions here and there.
"But!" You chime, pointing a finger at him. "There are some juicy ones in here that I think you might like."
He rolls his eyes playfully at you and sits back, his wings spread out flat over the couch cushions, bright red feathers gleaming in the lowlight of the room. You hear what sounds like glass clinking behind him and look over his shoulder toward the bar. A bottle of an expensive looking red wine comes floating into view, followed by two crystalline wine glasses. They land gently on the table between you and Hawks, and one of the feathers pops the cork on the tall, dark bottle, the quiet noise echoing through the apartment.
"Let's at least make it fun, hm?" He shrugs, a few more feathers detaching from his wings to assist with pouring the wine. Each glass fills with about three fingers before being passed to each of you, the feathers zipping back around to rest back in the plumage of Hawks' wings.
You tilt your glass slightly in his direction, as if to salute him, then press the glass to your lips and take a sip. It has a nice flavor, with notes of caramelized fruits and almond, and it's smooth going down, calming your nerves.
Hawks sips at his own glass while you grab the paper that's loaded with questions for him, opening your notebook and preparing to take notes. You lean back against the couch, one leg crossed over the other, your wine glass held between your fingers.
You both take turns asking questions to eachother, sipping your wine while mulling over answers. The questions get a little more personal and your wine glasses grow empty as time goes on, your cheeks growing warm when you go to ask Hawks the next question.
He quirks an eyebrow at you and smirks, cheeks rosy and eyes lidded while he sits there and ponders, wine glass twirling in small circles where he holds it.
"Okay, Mr. Hotshot, Number Two. Heroes Daily - Japan wants to know: What's your ideal date?"
"Hmm, I'd have to say.. probably sharing a night in my apartment, getting to know eachother over expensive wine."
You blink at him, your skin instantly feeling ablaze as warmth travels through your body. He catches your reaction and barks out a laugh, finishing off his wine and setting the glass back on the table in front of him.
"I'm just kidding, dove," the nickname comes with ease, and it doesn't help your current situation. "I'd take you on a date down to my favorite yatai for the best yakitori you could ever find." He sighs, a dreamy look on his face while he refills his glass, beckoning yours forward so he can fill it, too.
"Seriously. And it would have to be right before sunset so we could catch the lanters when they come on. And then we'd go for a walk and just.. talk."
He hands your glass back to you and you mutter your thanks, flustered over the innocent answer. But you jot it down and continue to sip your wine, waiting for him to ask you the next question.
"Who was or is your Pro Hero crush?"
Son of a bitch.
"Uhm," you hesitate, thinking on a proper way to answer the question without giving yourself up. You decide to pick a past crush you'd developed before becoming a Pro Hero. "Fat Gum?"
Hawks flashes you a genuine smile and asks why, searching for more details to put down with his answer. You rattle out something about how tall and strong Fat Gum is, and how kind his personality is. Hawks scribbles it down on his piece of paper and returns his attention back to you, waiting patiently.
"What's your favorite food?" You ask, and you give him an incredulous look after reading it aloud. Anyone would know the answer to this question, because the amount of times Hawks talks about it is unreal.
"Chicken!" You cut him off excitedly, beating him to it. He laughs quietly and nods his head in approval.
"Atta girl," he praises, and though you don't think he means to be flirtatious with it, the tone of his voice causes a heat to stir between your legs.
He looks at his piece of paper for a moment, amusement taking over his facial expression, before looking back at you with genuine curiosity.
"If you could choose any body modifications, whether it be a piercing, tattoo, or changing your hair color, what would you choose?"
How the fuck were you supposed to answer this?
Hawks squints at you, setting his glass of wine down on the table and leaning forward.
"What if I already have a few?"
"There's no fuckin' way Japan's most innocent hero has a tattoo or piercing hidden from us all," he says in awe, gaze trained on you as if he were trying to put together pieces of a puzzle.
You blush at the sudden infatuation in his voice, breaking eye contact to keep yourself from becoming even more flustered than you already were.
"I mean.. I can't really just go around taking my shirt off and pulling my pants down," you mumble, and when you look back toward Hawks, he continues to study you, elbows resting on his spread knees, his hands folded in the space between them.
"I'm assuming the answer isn't exactly appropriate for a Hero Magazine, is it, dove?" He cracks a smile, the tone of his voice playful. Taunting.
The nickname sends any form of self-control or discretion you had out the window. You raise a hand up to your blouse, toying with the top button between your fingers.
"Would you like to find out?" The question comes out quiet, your voice hushed barely over a whisper. You don't mean to bat your eyelashes at him, but the effects of the wine are making themselves known, your skin warm and flushed, your muscles relaxed and pliant. You know for a fact that he's got you riled up, solely from the tone of his voice and his body language, but you can't find it in you to resist anymore.
"Who would I be if I declined?" He states, captivated by you.
You pop the buttons of your blouse one-by-one, the fabric falling over your shoulders as you do so. Once they're all undone your shirt slides off completely, resting in a pool behind you on the loveseat. You're completely exposed from the waist up, not having worn a bra in dread of putting one on after the day you've had, and the cool air of the apartment brings your nipples to a peak in an instant.
The barbells pierced through your nipples gleam in the low light, and Hawks just continues to stare at your exposed breasts.
"I've had them done for a while, now," you mutter, suddenly feeling self-conscious. You don't even remember which jewelry you have in, and you hope it's nothing too suggestive, seeing as how you have an array of studs, rings, and barbells.
Hawks stands then, and you look up at his looming figure on the other side of the coffee table. He slides the bottle of wine and both glasses to the edge of the wooden furniture, before making his way over, taking a seat on the table directly in front of you. You can't really gauge his expression or how he's feeling, but if you had to guess - he's either really turned on or very intrigued.
You sit properly for him, legs pressed together with your hands resting in your lap, back straight so he can properly get a look. He smirks while he takes in the full shape of your breasts, his lidded gaze traveling upward until he makes eye contact with you once more.
"Did it hurt?" He asks, genuinely curious, and you relax a bit.
"A little," you say sheepishly, thinking back to when you'd gotten them done. "It wasn't unbearable. They're just.. sensitive, that's all."
He nods in understanding, continuing to observe, and it's quiet for a moment.
"You can, I mean, if you want-" Your words come out jumbled, heat rising quickly to your cheeks. You squirm in your seat, shifting your gaze down at your hands where they rest in your lap. "You can touch them.. if you want."
Hawks hums out a response, and nothing could have prepared you for the feeling of his warm hands on your skin. His hands are rough where they rest gently against your ribcage, just under the sides of your breasts. His touch travels down, surprisingly, his fingers trailing whisper-like touches against your sides and stomach. You try your hardest to still your breathing at his delicate touch, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. He trails his hands back up, cupping for breasts once more, this time rubbing his thumbs over your nipples just once, and you can't help but gasp.
"Sensitive, huh?" He chides, happy with the result his touch has on you. He squeezes one of the erect buds between his finger and you whine, warmth pooling between your legs. "I wouldn't expect you to be so kinky, 'Cum Here' is a pretty bold request."
You're confused by his words at first, not quite understanding what he means through the haze of the alcohol that's fogging your brain, but when you look down at where his hands are now massaging your breasts, it clicks into place.
The silver barbells shine brightly at you, adorned in hearts on each end that say, 'cum here'..
Your entire body feels like it's being engulfed in flames.
"I'm just messing with you, baby-bird," he coos, his hands falling away from your chest, resting in his lap. You can't help the whimper that leaves you, desperate for his touch, again. "It's pretty hot. Knowing that someone as innocent as you would be into something so filthy."
"Hawks.." his name comes out needy, and he lets you squirm in front of him, your hands gripping the edge of the loveseat.
"Yes, dear?" He responds plainly, leaning back where he sits on coffee table. "What do you need?"
"I - I..," you can't even get the words out, shameful that you could even think to ask.
"You need someone to take care of you? Gettin' a little flustered? All hot 'n bothered?"
He stands then, looming over you once more as he peers down at you. To your suprise he kneels down in front of you, nudging your knees apart to make room for himself between them. He leans forward, hands coming to rest on your hips, and presses in close to whisper in your ear.
"Tell me what you need, songbird."
You bring your hands up to tangle in his hair, your fingers tugging gently at the soft, feathery strands. He hums against your skin, face now pressed into the nape of your neck, and the rumble that travels through his chest has you moaning quietly into the expanse of his apartment.
"Please, Hawks," you beg, pressing your chest flushed to his. The fabric of his shirt rubs against your pert nipples, but the friction isn't enough.
"I'm not doing anything else until you tell me exactly what it is that you want-"
"You!" You cry out, wrapping your legs around his torso as if to prevent him from pulling away, "Please, Hawks, I need you to touch me."
He groans against your neck, hands squeezing where they rest on your hips, before pulling you toward the edge of the couch, closer to him. His thumbs rub circles against your soft skin, just above the waistband on your leggings, and there's no way in hell that he doesn't feel your arousal seeping through the fabric of your underwear and pants.
He nips at the delicate skin of your neck before moving on, trailing gentle licks and bites down your collarbone and chest until he hovers over your breast. Without hesitation he laves his tongue over a nipple, bringing one of his hands up to massage the one that's lacking in attention. You cry out and arch into his hold, your fingers curling into his hair at the electricity of his touch. His tongue is warm - hot, actually - in contrast to the cool air of his apartment and the steel material of the barbell that sits pretty inside your nipple. The feeling of the way he swirls his tongue over the bud and sucks has you seeing stars, crying out his name.
Sensitive, huh?
He switches, giving your breasts an equal amount of attention, licking, sucking, pinching and biting, until you're a squirming, wet mess in his hold.
He pulls away with a 'pop', sitting back to admire his work, your skin flushed red and nipples swollen from the attention. And without hesitation he hooks his fingers under the waistband of your leggings and underwear, sliding the clothing down your legs until they rest on the floor. In turn, you grab for his henley, desperately tugging at it because you want it off, and he finishes the task for you, maneuvering it over his wings before adding it to the clothing pile on the floor.
Hawks is absolutely beautiful - his lean form accented with subtly sculpted muscles, his large, vibrant wings twitching now that they're out of the confines of his shirt. You run a hand up his chest, just to touch and feel, and you can't help yourself when you brush your fingertips over the plumage of feathers beneath his shoulder blades. He groans low and deep, his head falling to rest on your shoulder while he grips your thighs.
Your breath leaves your lungs.
"Careful, songbird, or you'll get more than you can handle."
You decide to taunt him anyway and tug at the feathers at the base of his wings, and he whines, wings flaring out and knocking the bottle of wine off the table. It falls to the floor with a 'thud', it's contents spilling out onto the dark carpet, but Hawks doesn't seem to care.
No, instead he yanks your hips forward so you fall back onto the couch, your knees hooked over his shoulders while he keeps his hands pressed to your thighs. He looks up at you and there's something dangerous in his eyes - feral.
And when he finally looks down at the sweet heat between your thighs, it only intensifies.
"Oh? And what's this?" He coos, unhooking a hand from one of your thighs. He swipes a thumb between your wet folds and brushes its over your pierced clit, and you immediately know you're in for it. "More for me to play with, dove?"
He pinches your clit between his thumb and index fingers and you squirm in his hold, shock running through you at the initial touch, bit desperate for more. You don't have any time to respond before his mouth is on you, tongue dipping into that tight heat of yours to collect your juices before licking circles around your swollen clit.
The pleasure of it is unlike anything, your nerves hypersensitive due to the piercing. It doesn't help that Hawks seems to eat pussy for pleasure, licking up all or your arousal before sucking on your clit, the noise of it accompanying his moans and echoing throughout the room. And before you know it, he's two fingers deep inside of you, using that perfect 'come hither' motion to rub at the spot he knows will send you over the edge.
It doesn't take long for you to near your release, legs shaking where they're hooked over his shoulders, your hands scrambling for purchase in his hair while you cry out his name. And Hawks, being the sly bastard he is, hooks his tongue under the jewelry adorning your clit and tugs gently while crooking his fingers, and your orgasm hits you hard.
You toss your head back against the cushions on the loveseat and your entire body tenses like a bowstring, your walls clamping down hard around his fingers. He guides you through it, gently massaging the walls of your cunt while he uses his tongue to lap up your juices, and the feeling leaves you dizzy.
He pulls away and guides you back to a comfortable position on the loveseat before standing. Before he can go any further you reach a hand out, grabbing the waistband of his joggers. His cock strains in its confines, heavy and hard and leaking through the fabric.
You bat your eyelashes up at him from where you sit on the edge of the small couch, and he brings a hand up to cup your cheek.
"You want my cock, baby?"
God, his words and his voice could send you over the edge, again; heady and sultry, lighting a flame inside you that spreads warmth through your entire body.
"Go on," he encourages you, and you tug his sweatpants down past his hips, just enough that his cock springs free. It's big and thick, the tip of it red and swollen, oozing precum down the length of it.
Your mouth waters.
You don't waste any time, grasping the length of his cock in your hands and licking a broad stripe up the underside of it. He hisses and his hips stutter forward, but he catches himself before thrusting too hard, letting you continue at your own pace.
He tangles a hand in your hair once you suck the head of his cock between your lips and tugs, causing you to moan around the girth of it. In turn he hisses, peering down at you with an animalistic craze, brows pinched in concentration while your lips stay wrapped around his cock.
You're able to suck most of him into your mouth, flattening your tongue and bringing him in until you feel him hitting the back of your throat.
"Fuuuuck, that's it," he praises, voice low and husky, his fingers massaging the base of your skull. "Look at you. So fuckin' pretty with my cock in your mouth. Such a good girl for me."
You hum at his words, juices already accumulating between your thighs again, and get to work. You ease off of him slowly, stroking the base of his cock with your hand while you pull away, swirling your tongue over its sensitive head. You press your tongue against the slit and flick, and his hips buck, his grip in your hair tightening. He grunts and looks down at you, and there's a split second where you think he might be asking you for permission, before he rams his cock back into the warmth of your lips and down your throat.
You relax your jaw and let him take what he wants, your eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head because he tastes and feels so good. He swear above you, hand detangling from your hair and resting on your cheek, stroking where it stretches around his cock.
"Want me to come down that pretty little throat of yours? Hmm?" He grits out, his hips faltering as he edges closer to his orgasm. You moan around his cock and bring your hands up to fondles your breasts, pinching your nipples where they sit, abandoned. He thrusts once, twice, three more times before spilling into your mouth, cumming in the comfort of your mouth while he thrusts through it.
His cum oozes from the corners of your mouth and drip down your chin, droplets of it landing on your breasts which sit pretty on display. He pulls out and tilts your chin upward, rubbing his thumb around your swollen and abused lips. You make sure to stick your tongue out, showing him the mess he made inside your mouth, and when you swallow it he groans, gaze focused on the way your throat works around swallowing it down.
He looks thoroughly fucked, but not done. Not by the way his cock is still sitting against his abdomen, hard and full and leaking.
You can help the way your pussy flutters, empty.
He guides you to lay on your back properly, kneeling over your splayed out form. He looks menacing, wings towering high above both your heads, pupils shaved into small slits beneath lust-lidded eyes. He grins down at you, running a hand down your body until he reaches you clit. He flicks it once, running a tongue over his bared teeth, before hooking your legs to wrap around his waist.
"I'm gonna fuck you deeper than anyone ever has, okay?" It's not a request, it's not him asking for permission. It's a blatant statement - him telling you the rules of what's about to go down - and all you can do is nod dumbly in anticipation.
"And when I'm done with you? Well," he chuckles, lining his cock up with your fluttering pussy, "we're gonna make sure you know who thay pretty little pussy of yours belongs to."
He thrusts into you slowly, his length dragging against your sopping walls, your pussy clenching in attempt to pull him in deeper. You moan out his name, and he stops before he's completely sheathed inside of you, and stares down at you for a moment.
"Keigo," he whispers as he leans in close, as if he were telling you a cherished secret. "You've earned it, baby. Earned the right to call me by my name."
"K-Keigo," you stammer as he continues to sink into you, and he groans at the sound of his name falling from your lips.
"That's right. Now tell me who this pussy belongs to, baby girl."
"Y-You, Keigo," the words come out as a sob, and he finally thrusts in as deep as he can go. "Belongs t'you, Kei, p-please!"
He's absolutely relentless after those words leave your lips, pounding you hard and deep into the cushions of his couch. You reach around and grab the base of his wings, holding on for dear life, and his hips falter as he cries out. The pleasure of it makes him lose his mind and he angles your hips up to get even deeper, burying his face in your shoulder while he continues to fuck you at a ruthless pace.
You moan his name like a mantra, back arching when he reaches a hand between your legs, his thumb rubbing circles around your clit. You clamp down around his cock and he bites into your shoulder, hard enough to break through skin, and you cum on his cock with a cry, the room around you blurring from the intensity of it. He keeps his hold on you, teeth clamped around the meat of your shoulder and his cock buried deep inside of you while he cums with you, his warm seed dribbling out of your pussy and down your thighs. He languidly thrusts through it, both of you riding through the bliss of a second orgasm, his thumb slowing its pace around your swollen clit.
A few moments pass and he's able to collect himself, running his tongue over the bite mark on your shoulder before pulling back. You're completely blissed out, covered is your cum and his too, your limbs heavy with satisfaction and exhaustion.
It's getting late, way past your bedtime at this point, and he sees that you're becoming sleepy. He pulls out of you as gently as he can, regardless of how good it feels when you squeeze around his cock one last time, and scoops you into his arms.
"Gonna clean you up, we'll finish this tomorrow," he disregards the papers sitting on the coffee table, and the wine bottle on the floor. You can distantly tell that he brings you up a small set of stairs, and you're reluctant to let go from where you're basically koala'd around him. But he coos into your ear and you relax as he lays you down on plush bedding, pressing a kiss to your forehead before disappearing.
Your lids grow heavy and your mind begins turning over for the night, and you're almost asleep before he comes back, taking a seat on the edge of his bed.
"Uh uh. Drink this for me, then you can sleep all you want, baby," he holds out a glass of water. You sit up and take it graciously, taking slow sips, careful not to spill it all over yourself. You hand the glass back to him and he sets it on his night stand. You lie back down and he runs a warm washcloth between your legs, soothing the dull ach while massaging your legs.
"So.. wanna take a trip to my favorite yakitori stand, tomorrow?" The question comes out of nowhere.
You crack an eye open to peer at him, and shake your head, a smile on your lips.
"Keigo, bed, now. Yakitori later."
He laughs as he brings the blankets over you, tucking you in.
"Yes, ma'am."
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drinkinggblood · 1 year
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why i hate seawings design
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i hate this thing so much heres my rant lol
why does it have bio scales? "for communication via language" creatures dont evolve specific parts FOR languages, bio parts are not evolved in open waters for the point of communication; that is usually limited to DEEP-SEA CREATURES due to the lack of light making visual communication difficult. it would make more sense for seawings to communicate via NOISE rather than BIO SCALES. why do they have barbels? barbells are essentially fish whiskers; they work as sensory organs to allow fish to see in murky/dark conditions (hence why you see them on many species of river/swamp fish that reside in water that is often murky/cloudy/dirty, or on hagfish, which live in deep depths of the ocean); seawings do not need barbels as they are OPEN-SEA DWELLING ANIMALS. they (seem too) reside in only the most upper levels of the ocean, not near the depths or within rivers/murky water. they have no reason for barbells. their fins are useless too; they don't need back fins or tail fins really, fins are for steering, balance and stability; seawings do not have the proper fin anatomy to do any of those things, even if they DID, they wouldn't need it seeing as they have a tail with similar purpose to a crocodile's (thrust in water via tail)
the entire design makes no sense from a biological standpoint, let alone a fantastical one either. It is poorly made. heres some examples with (my opinion) reasons why THEY work and seawings don't.
example 1:
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Namielle.
namielle's design is HEAVILY fiction and would not work in OUR WORLD (she has biology in the monster hunter world that explains a lot of her features but ehhh whatever) but do you know why it works? because it is unique and has features that make sense for her and her enviroment; her design is good because it's UNIQUE and it looks otherworldly, which is the purpose of her design
namielle is like that in how a lot of it's features are mashed together from animal parts, but that IS the point of it's design and it executes it well; it's meant to look otherwordly and unsettling, alien yet beautiful. it was put together with design elements that are meant to build on it's concept of an creepy, otherworldly sea dragon who lives in an alien environment; that IS the point of it's design. it is meant to look familiar yet off. seawings had not been made with the idea of making them look alien/otherworldly, it was made with the idea in mind of "sea creature" and that is it
seawings don't work in this regard because it's just "mash all the sea things to together, hope it sticks" so it feels unbalanced and a giant mess because none of it's features are set in stone or make sense for it to have. It's features are not placed mashed on PURPOSE to create a fluent design with a message to tell. Namielle's design IS a mash of many sea creatures, but she has fantastical biology to explain why as well as get the message of: Unsettling, Eerie, familiar yet beautiful.
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Shadowmane.
Why do Shadowmanes work?
Simple: It's a design with a clear point. It's a VERY basic concept with a in my opinion, GREAT execution. "Lionfish but a Lion" is the basic concept for the design. And That's It. It's simplicity yet complex design is why I think it works over the Seawing's because it's design has a clear concept, while Seawings have a mess of marine-life stuck together to make a generic 'sea-dragon' design.
"But Seawings are based on traditional sea dragons"
No. They really aren't. If it was, it's design would reflect that and be a lot more visually interesting. /hj
"Seawings are based on Leviathan"
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No They clearly are not. I WISH THEY HAD BEEN, it would make for a far more interesting fantasy sea-dragon design, but they aren't. The features are inspired by real-world animals.
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scarlet97531 · 1 year
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Here’s the nightmare designs! For wof nightmare I decided on sea/night! Night for similar reasons as with error I just think their superiority complex is really funny and seawing because the bioluminescence looks nice, barbels are cool do not let anyone tell you otherwise, night vision, soft boi, and because it can also fit passive Nightmare quite well.
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foulserpent · 2 years
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(CLOSED) 25$ creature/character design mini -commissions
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(examples from last time)
for 25$ apiece, i will design you a character based on a prompt. the finished product will be a colored sketch of this design.
im accepting requests for monsters, furry/anthro, and creature design (fantasy, realistic speculative biology, etc are all fine). I strongly prefer drawing creatures rn, please no humanoids!
note that the colored sketch you receive will be the final product. i will design something accurate to your prompt that i am happy with, but this means i will not be doing revisions as part of the base price. (if theres anything youd like changed, we can talk to work out an additional price)
im taking 4 slots right now. if you are committing to buy, please comment in the replies of this post and have your IMs open. i will be IMing you to ask for your prompt and email for the 25$ paypal invoice right away. (if you would like to tip, use my kofi in the pinned! thanks).
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example prompts under the cut:
simple (significant artistic freedom on my part):
"a speculative predatory deer"
"an anthro snake girl with 3 heads"
"an argonian based on a bird of paradise"
"a deity representing a sacred pond"
complex (will give you more specific results):
"a speculative predatory deer- a descendent of water deer whose display tusks have been modified into functional cuspid teeth. it has a shorter neck and strong jaws, and its eyes face forward. it has a mane running down its back and a short bristly tail. its coloration is striped to break up its silouette"
"an anthro snake girl with 3 heads. she's based on a coral snake, and each head seems to have a different personality. she is digitigrade with a short tail and a stocky build."
"an argonian based on a bird of paradise, she should have an iridescent blue neck, black feathers, and bright blue eyes, as well as a long fanning tail. any exposed scales should be bright red, and her claws are white."
"a deity representing a sacred pond. it is a gigantic catfish with pond weeds trailing in its barbels, its back marked with scars and embedded spears from failed attempts at its capture. its back is a muddy green-brown, while its underside is dazzling iridescent colors."
your prompt can be anywhere between these levels of complexity, these are just examples. please have a prompt though, while i deeply appreciate the commission i will not accept "just do whatever you want" requests!
if you are committing to buy but need time thinking about your prompt, that's fine, just please have something for me within a few days (i will be sending a paypal invoice right away regardless)
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I was so excited to coach and do the weightlifting complex this morning that I forgot I have not done any sort of complex, let alone barely held a barbell, since I quit Olympic lifting in December of last year. Definitely fucked up my right shoulder from trying to bear the brunt of the load on my right side, but oddly enough very happy to have joint pain related to working out and not just because my body is a piece of shit 🤣
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kramlabs · 8 months
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tashabilities · 11 months
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Thinking back to the Just Fitness days, and the two classes per day plus machines that I would do The classes were often back to back,  So I didn’t really have time to get super tired and go home. When they weren’t back to back, but with like, an hour gap,  I’d do machines for an hour and then go to my second class,  So really, I was spending three hours per day in the gym, sometimes, PLUS walking a mile to the gym AND walking home, Cause I ain’t have no car then!!  I had forgot about that, and no wonder that 40 pounds came off in three months, duh.  And these were instructor led classes so I didn’t wanna back out once I was in the class, like, I had no choice but to push through.  Now, when I do my hour, I don’t have that peer pressure.  I do my hour and come home and dump my brain of all the shit that’s been on it while I was sweating under them weights.  But i think I can make it to two activities per day if I use the adrenaline from the hour, come home, and get right on the yoga mat,  Or maybe even go for a walk around the complex right after I park my car.  I just got in from my hour and I’m exhausted, but energized at the same time.  I feel like I can see a difference in my face, even if my chin is STILL fuckin double.  I feel like I’m not eating enough, but I’m still not in a deficit, like,  I’m just so confused and I need to take more chicken out. But that 60 pound barbell refreshed me and I’ma be on it for at least another 2 weeks. Sixty is the top weight for the free barbells.  If you wanna go heavier than that, you gotta get in the squat rack, so The Doll might be squatting with 80 and 100 real soon.  It’s this upper body strength that needs help, like, these biceps and triceps, girl. 
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Barbell complex workout. Getting strong and shredded 💪💥🏋️‍♂️ looking to build capacity, balance, strength, and speed with the barbell.
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bpdypulsblogs · 1 year
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8 proven strategies for maximum muscle gain.
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There is so much conflicting information out there when it comes to the topic of building muscle, and sometimes it can be very difficult to know where to start. If youre an average beginner looking for some basic guidelines to follow in the gym, the following 8 points will start you off on the right track.
1) Train With Weights and Focus On Compound, Free Weight Movements.
If you want to make solid, noteworthy gains in muscle size and strength, you absolutely must train with free weights and focus on basic, compound exercises. A compound exercise is any lift that stimulates more than one muscle group at a time. Examples of these lifts are the squat, deadlift, bench press, chin up, barbell row, overhead press, dip and lunge. Compound movements allow you to handle the most weight and will stimulate the greatest amount of total muscle fibers.
2) Be Prepared To Train Hard.
One of the biggest factors that separates those who make modest gains from those who make serious gains is their level of training intensity. In order to stimulate your muscle fibers to their utmost potential, you must be willing to take every set you perform in the gym to the point of muscular failure.
Muscular Failure: The point at which no further repetitions can be completed using proper form.
Sub-maximal training intensity will leave you with sub-maximal results, plain and simple.
3) Track Your Progress In The Gym From Week To Week.
Our bodies build muscle because of an adaptive response to the environment. When you go to the gym, you break down your muscle fibers by training with weights. Your body senses this as a potential threat to its survival and will react accordingly by rebuilding the damaged fibers larger and stronger in order to protect against any possible future threat. Therefore, in order to make continual gains in muscle size and strength, you must always focus on progressing in the gym from week to week. This could mean performing 1 or 2 more reps for each exercise or adding more weight to the bar. Keep a detailed training log to track your progress as your strength increases over time.
4) Avoid Overtraining.
Overtraining is your number one enemy when it comes to building muscle size and strength. When most people begin a workout program, they are stuck with the misguided notion that more is better. They naturally assume that the more time they spend in the gym, the better results they will achieve. When it comes to building muscle, nothing could be farther from the truth! If you spend too much time in the gym, you will actually take yourself farther away from your goals rather than closer to them. Remember, your muscles do not grow in the gym; they grow out of the gym, while you are resting and eating. Recovery is absolutely vital to the muscle growth process. If you don’t provide your body with the proper recovery time in between workouts, your muscles will never have a chance to grow.
5) Eat More Frequently.
The main area where most people fail miserably on their muscle-building mission is on the all-too important task of proper nutrition. Training with weights is only half of the equation! You break down your muscle fibers in the gym, but if you don’t provide your body with the proper nutrients at the proper times, the muscle growth process will be next to impossible. You should be eating anywhere from 5-7 meals per day, spaced every 2-3 hours in order to keep your body in an anabolic, muscle-building state at all times. Each meal should consist of high quality protein and complex carbohydrates.
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6) Increase Your Protein Intake.
Of the 3 major nutrients (protein, carbohydrates and fats) protein is without a doubt the most important for those who are looking to gain muscle size and strength. Protein is found in literally every single one of the 30 trillion cells that your body is made up of and its main role is to build and repair body tissues. Without sufficient protein intake, it will be physically impossible for your body to synthesize a significant amount of lean muscle mass. If your body were a house, think of protein as the bricks. A general guideline is to consume 1-1.5 grams of protein per pound of body weight each day from high quality sources such as fish, poultry, eggs, beef, milk, peanut butter and cottage cheese.
7) Increase Your Water Intake.
If you want a simple, easy and highly effective way to maximize your muscle gains, drinking more water is it. Water plays so many vital roles in the body and its importance cannot be overstated. In fact, your muscles alone are made up of 70% water! Not only will drinking more water cause your muscles to appear fuller and more vascular, but it will also increase your strength as well. Research has shown that merely a 3-4% drop in your body’s water levels can impact muscle contractions by 10-20%! Aim to consume 0.6 ounces for every pound of bodyweight each day for optimal gains.
8) Be Consistent!
Consistency is everything. Those who make the greatest gains in muscular size and strength are the ones who are able to implement the proper techniques on a highly consistent basis. Simply knowing is not enough, you must apply!
Building muscle is a result of the cumulative effect of small steps. Sure, performing 1 extra rep on your bench press will not make a huge difference to your overall results, and neither will consuming a single meal. However, over the long haul, all of those extra reps you perform and all of those small meals you consume will decide your overall success. If you work hard and complete all of your muscle-building tasks in a consistent fashion, all of those individual steps will equate to massive gains in overall size and strength
Learn the secret to superior muscle building
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dandelion-wings · 2 years
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Don't even need to know the details, just already floored by the quality of "Xiao & Morax - Kintsugi" as a prompt.
That one is mostly described below, but I will confess that part of the vague concept for it included a metaphorical/symbolic thread of Morax, in trying to help Xiao come to terms with himself, starting the self-examination that turns him into Rex Lapis as the post-Archon War ruler of a nation. (I love all the archons so far for their varying levels of identity-complexity, but the Morax-->Rex Lapis-->Zhongli progression is my favorite and the one I want to play with most.) So the archon who can literally generate gold and the broken person he's trying to patch back together, learning together! I don't know how much of that I'm going to keep with the post-Perilous Trail reworking, tbh, but it was absolutely where the WIP title came from.
And on that note:
It isn't truly a transformation. Simply… sliding on a different cloak. He shakes himself to get his scales to settle, then curls about. The stretch of his body feels natural, and his tail rises and tucks itself over his coils of its own accord. The sensitive barbells on his snout twitch, tasting the air.
Rex Lapis, for all his size and strength, is not built for war. The rigors of battle would leave that elegant mane and tail in disarray, dent those scales, leave scars upon his fins, leave his sensitive barbells cut and broken. But he can do something else for his people. He digs his claws into the ground and feels it go mallable under them. He digs in deep, stone reshaping itself like clay at his touch, and draws forth a handful of gold.
"Will this do?"
"One would appreciate it in a more practical form," Cloud Retainer says, eying the yellow lump with a judgemental eye.
"Ah. Yes." Rex Lapis hesitates.
He could reshape this easily into whatever form she likes, but he's uncertain what will serve her best in her dealings in those she must bargain with. Mortals like their gold as decoration--not just mortals, for that matter. If Ping were here, she might be able to advise him. But while he thinks these claws could be capable of the fine work of delicate jewelry with enough practice, he himself does not have the aesthetic sense to shape something fitting on his own. All he has made before this has been weapons.
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