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kanoyachi · 4 months ago
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kanoka and yachi can be gym buddies. yachi is scared of the gym because there are very many skilled, giant people and she has no idea what any of the machines do or what good form is, but she wants to go for her Mental Health and Building Self Confidence and Fixing Her Artist Shrimp Posture. and kanoka is very familiar with gym equipment and good form when exercising. also she loves yachi.
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rulesforthedance · 1 year ago
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My body is so good at asking for what it needs and I am so good at listening and understanding and obeying. Was out on my run just now and felt a particular kind of emptiness and need. "SUGAR," my body said, "SUGAR." Fortunately was just a neighborhood run, so I swung by home, ate a rice krispie treat and a packet of fruit snacks, and went back out to finish my run, the rest of which felt much better.
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badolmen · 2 years ago
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I was trying to be Productive today and I was but not to the extent I wanted to be so now I’ve been sitting here for an hour trying to will myself to manually transfer another set of photos but. I think I’m gonna not do that.
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outdoorovernights · 21 days ago
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inov-8 F-Lite™ G 300 Review
Have you been on the hunt for training shoes that can handle whatever your workout throws at them? If so, you’re not alone. Many fitness enthusiasts are constantly searching for footwear that keeps up with their rigorous schedules, and finding a pair that doesn’t just survive the test but thrives in it can be quite the journey. That’s where the inov-8 F-Lite™ G 300 comes into play. These shoes…
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kunwar-yoga-blog · 4 months ago
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circes-wolf · 1 year ago
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Also because I’m bad at math I got a new deadlift of 295 (just one rep because I didn’t plan for maxing today) but that’s cool too
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subj3ct · 10 days ago
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forcefem notes challenge
this is running in competition with my forcemasc notes challenge. may the battle begin
5 notes - i’ll post a picture of my tits in a bra
10 notes - i’ll send every anon a picture of my tits
20 notes - i’ll buy a micro bikini and post a picture
30 notes - i’ll wear women’s panties for a week
40 notes - i’ll pump my tits every night for a week and post pictures
50 notes - i’ll buy a wand and edge every night for a week
60 notes - i’ll listen to bimbo hypnosis every night for a week
70 notes - i’ll obey anon for a week
80 notes - i’ll get a feminine haircut
90 notes - i’ll create a feminine persona and start posting pictures regularly
100 notes - i’ll shave all my body hair and be smooth for a month ( with proof )
150 notes - i’ll grow my hair past my tits
200 notes - i’ll buy an outfit of anon’s choice
250 - i’ll make my blog girly
300 notes - i’ll go by a new name decided by anon
350 notes - i’ll do leg day at least once a week and end every workout on the stair master
400 notes - i’ll wear girly shorts or leggings to the gym
500 notes - i’ll buy a toy to stuff into my holes
1000 notes - i’ll get my nipples pierced
1500 notes - i’ll get my tongue pierced
2000 notes - i’ll get my belly button pierced
2250 notes - i’ll turn my blog into a bimbo blog
2500 notes - i’ll set up a girly dating page
if you have any more ideas drop them into the anon
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boysnberriespie · 1 year ago
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Went to a roller rink today, did not fall because I spent the entire time too scared of running into the tiny children to actually move away from the hand rails 💀
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gatorbites-imagines · 8 months ago
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Logan begging for it.... so sweetly we cant refuse..... when he knows reader needs his sleep..... taking it in his even when it stays soft...... cockwarming reader while we sleeps.....
Yes im writing whis as I fall asleep
Logan Howlett x male reader
headcanons
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I was gonna write a longer thing, but a migraine decided to kick my ass all of a sudden, so here I am simply rambling about this.
Imagine having a normal but exhausting day job. You’re no hero, no vigilante, no nothing, you’re just a guy. And you somehow ended up charming the pants off of The Wolverine of all people. How? You have no idea
Dating Logan is a real treat, even with his roughness and sometimes standoffish personality. When you guys really get close, he starts to get more vulnerable.
Along with vulnerable emotionally, he also starts to get a much stronger libido, seeing as he has a partner now. Him having a healing factor doesn’t help you in this case, since it means he has very little recovery time.
Seeing Logan, one would think hed be the dominant one, something you assumed in the beginning too. That was until you guys got intimate the first time and he shoved you onto your back to ride you instead.
There were no complaints from you obviously, because who’d mind having someone like that riding you? Logan in his broad, hairy and so very heavy way, lifting himself up and down on you like it was barely a workout.
You have to remind him to be careful though, multiple times, seeing as his bones make him extra heavy, and your poor hips are that of the average person.
Having a partner with a libido like that though, also means Logan is always raring to go, almost waiting for you by the door when you get home from your shift, like an old gruff dog waiting for affection.
The first week or two of you coming home dead on your feet and passing out on the couch the moment you sat down passed… as well as they could for Logan. He wouldn’t force you to do anything you hadn’t agreed with, but God, is he starting to get antsy.
After way too long, in Logans opinion at least, he finally can’t take it anymore. Being the Loverboy he secretly is, he at least brings you to your shared bed before clambering on top of you again.
You’re just too exhausted to do much other than pet at his thighs, eyes already drooping, but his almost timid but so desperate begging keeps you awake longer than other days. When you sleepily agree, Logan kisses you so hungrily you almost lose your breath.
You stay somewhat awake in the beginning as he works your clothes off, being kind enough not to rip it even if logan really really wanted too. He knows its your work clothes, and you’ve scolded him enough times about ripping up your clothes at this point.
It was hard to even really stay awake as Logan worked you hard, just enough for him to slide down on you, his groans sounding like he was a starving man having his first bite of food in weeks. Had you not been struggling to keep your eyes open, you might have teased him.
When Logan leans forward and just rests his weight on you, that was the last straw. Who could stay awake with such a warm heavy weight pressing down on them, like your own personal weighted wolverine blanket.
Logan didn’t even really feel the need to ride you or get himself off, he just wanted to be close to you like this, to feel you inside him and press up against you. So having slowly doze off under him wasn’t a bother, especially as you mumble for him to just keep going.
Most of the night is majorly used by Logan to just tuck his face into your neck and huff your scent, or rub his own against you. You will wake up with beard burns, sorry but those at the rules. Theres probably some chew marks and hickeys mixed in there too, Logans possessive.
You do wake up with very sore hips the next morning. In the comics he’s 300 lbs, but that’s with his comic height, so if were going off of movie Logan he weighs even more. And no matter how much you work out, that’s gotta make you sore.
You don’t really mind though, especially as Logan makes sure you massage your hips in ways you didn’t even know were possible. This also just gives Logan an excuse to lick and gnaw at you more, and to rub more of his scent into you, and yours into him.
Yes, you limp that day, and probably the day after. Luckily you’re able to work from home. This of course also means you have Logan on your dick the entire time, even if its just your mutant lover crawling under the blanket to get his mouth on you.
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lobotomybbydoll · 22 days ago
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-3kg a week challenge
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🔹 Earn Points:
+50 for completing a fast
+50 for 24h
+80 for 48h
+120 for 72h
🔻 Lose Points:
-30 points for breaking the fast early
-50 points for binging after fasting
-25 for b/p
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1. "Midnight Craving!"
Ignore → +30 points
Give in → -20 points
2. "Friends Want to Eat Before Your Fast Ends!"
Say no → +40 points
Break fast → -40 points
3. "Emotional Eating Urge"
Ignore → +30 points
Eat → -60 points
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3. Meal Planning & Food Choices
🔹 less than 300kcal -> +70
🔹 less than 400kcal → +50
🔹 under 500 → +30
🔻 over 500 but under 700 -> -20
🔻 over 700 → -50
💀 over 1000 -> girl what, leave the game if you don't take it seriously
4. Exercise
Workout & Points:
💤 <10k steps, no workout -> -10 points
🏃 10k steps, 10min+ → +20 points
🏋️ 20min+ → +40 points
🔥 30min+ → +70 points
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🏆 Bonus Challenges & Points:
5 Days of under 500 → +300 points
7 for fasting for 24h → +200 points
Lose more than 3kg a week→ +400 points
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jungshookz · 1 month ago
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taehyung’s gotten really beefy and y/n feels like a hormonal teenager 
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➺ pairing; roommate!taehyung x roommate!y/n 
➺ genre; roomie!taehyungiverse!! honk honk humour!! a little sprinkle of smut because it would be illegal to write about beefy taehyung and not talk about his bulging biceps WOOF WOOF y/n is a lucky girl i need himbo gymrat taehyung so bad 
➺ wordcount; 2.5k
➺ summary; over the last few weeks, taehyung’s noticed that you’ve been particularly jittery and nervous around him and he can’t figure out why… after one of his usual morning workouts, he decides to finally confront you about it and your answer is more than satisfying to him. 
➺ what to expect; “wait, so you’re telling me the only reason why you’ve been acting so strange these last few weeks is because you think i’m… sexy?”
➺ currently playing on cee.fm; hey daddy (daddy’s home) — usher 
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you’re not sure when taehyung decided to go on a new health journey, but it feels like you’ve blinked and watched your boyfriend go from just some handsome guy that you’re in love with to this muscular, gym-crazy man who loves protein shakes and asking for extra chicken at chipotle (who you’re still very much in love with, let’s be clear that nothing’s changed about that) and suddenly has the ability to do like 100 pull-ups without getting tired 
“ugh, fuck-“ taehyung grunts as he does his last push up (this is his fourth set, so technically he just did 300 pushups with no problem), getting up from the ground and twisting his upper body from side to side before putting his phone in between his lips, peeling his damp wife-beater tank off and tossing it on the ground 
lately he’s been working out in the morning before starting his day and it’s honestly been such a great change — he feels super pumped for the day ahead and completely reinvigorated 
and getting his workout done in the morning means he doesn’t have to worry about it for the rest of the day! 
he went for a run around the neighbourhood early this morning, and then came home to finish off with some calisthenics 
and now he’s gonna do a little cool-down stretch and hit the shower
he hums to himself as he adjusts his wired earbuds, usher’s hey daddy (daddy’s home) making him bop his head — maybe it’s a little douchey of him to be listening to this song while he’s working out but he can’t help that it’s a good ass song 
he slips his phone into the back pocket of his grey sweatpants before reaching for the bottle of water, twisting the cap off and lifting the bottle to chug half of it down 
“…good lord.” you mutter to yourself, staring at your boyfriend shamelessly from the kitchen as your jaw goes slack 
oh yeah — you’re here, too, by the way 
you’ve been here the whole time
you watched him do all 300 pushups and you counted 
and now your coffee is cold because you can’t multitask and you couldn’t focus on gawking at your boyfriend and drinking your coffee at the same time 
taehyung didn’t notice when you slipped past him earlier to head to the kitchen (and honestly, you didn’t want to bother him mid-workout because you know that you hate it when people interrupt your flow) and you’re pretty sure he still hasn’t noticed you, but you’re fine with that because you’d rather he be unaware of your presence than know that you’ve been creeping on him for the last twenty minutes or so 
you don’t mean to stare, you really don’t, but… how can you not stare at him in his shirtless, sweaty glory like that?
your mouth goes dry and you swallow thickly when he turns around, his back muscles flexing slightly 
and since when did he have such bulging veins in his biceps?! 
your eyes trail down the wide expanse of his glistening back and you immediately get flashbacks from the other night when you had your nails digging into his shoulder blades, your hands sliding down to his lower back as he pushed himself into- 
“good morning, sexy-“ you’re snapped out of your thoughts when tae delivers a slap to your bare ass as he passes by and you immediately grip onto your mug harder, letting out a nervous chuckle, “you’re finally up!”
“yeah, i-“ your voice cracks and you clear your throat before shrugging, reaching down to pull your shirt down a little to cover your ass, “it’s whatever, i’m cool.” your brows immediately furrow in confusion at your own words 
…what?
what are you even saying? 
see, something else you’ve noticed that’s happened since taehyung decided that he wanted to go on a run every morning at 5am and come home completely JACKED is that you’ve started feeling nervous around him and you have no idea why 
the both of you have been together for five years (and seven months) and somehow you’ve reverted to some lovestruck teenager who giggles at everything
in fact, you feel like how you felt when you first met taehyung when he came to see you about your open roommate application — very intimidated by how handsome he was and hoping that he thought you were cool enough to hang out with 
“did you want some of my smoothie, baby? i can already tell this batch might have a little more than usual…” taehyung hums, his tongue poking out from in between his lips as he measures out his double chocolate protein powder, dumping two full scoops into the blender, “could you get the blueberries from the freezer for me?” 
“smoothie?” you clear your throat, nodding and setting your mug down, “uh, yeah! blueberries.” you turn around, pulling the freezer drawer open and pulling out the large ziploc of frozen blueberries before shaking your head to yourself to snap out of your funk 
smoothie? uh, yeah, blueberries! you mock yourself internally — you are literally incapable of forming full sentences, it feels like you’ve got a bunch of marbles rolling around in your mouth 
and he needs to put a shirt on or something because he’s starting to get those toned v-lines that taper down nicely when he wears his sweatpants low on his hips 
you didn’t even know those muscles existed 
“so did you want some? it’s okay if you don’t, i guess i could drink it all, the extra protein will be good-“
“uh, yeah! i’ll have some.” you nod, setting your mug down and turning to get a cup for yourself 
taehyung turns the blender on and the kitchen is immediately filled with the obnoxious, grating sound of ZZzhzhhZHHZHHHHHhHhZHzh but you’re actually glad the space between you is being filled up with that 
otherwise you’d have to make conversation with him 
and in your current state, you are completely helpless 
you watch as he reaches up to slick his damp hair back, leaning back a little to check and make sure all the ingredients are being blended up nice and smooth  
it just feels like he’s moving in slow-motion and you… you… 
see you just lost your train of thought 
THAT’S how bad it’s been 
taehyung glances up at you briefly from where he’s standing at the opposite end of the kitchen island, noticing that you’ve seemed to space out again 
he has no idea what your deal has been for the last couple of weeks — he doesn’t think anything is necessarily wrong between the two of you, and if there’s a problem he knows you’re more than capable of bringing it up with him and talking it out 
but at the same time, something is wrong because you’ve been unusually quiet and every time he tries to make conversation it feels like you don’t know how to speak like a normal human being 
like earlier when he said good morning and that you were finally up and you responded with “it’s whatever, i’m cool”
it’s whatever, i’m cool
what the hell was that?! 
or the other night when he asked you if you wanted to join him in the shower and you let out the most nervous, high-pitched laugh before practically sprinting away to the kitchen and saying something about needing to wash the dishes 
…is it him? are you not physically attracted to him anymore? 
that can’t be it, either… you guys had sex the other night and you were very vocal (you guys actually got a noise complaint from a neighbour but he never told you because he knew you’d be embarrassed and never want to have sex ever again, and to be honest, he’s just planning on putting his hand over your mouth the next time you fuck — easy fix!) 
“okay, what’s wrong with you?” taehyung asks as soon as he turns the blender off, and you look up from the counter with wide eyes, “you’ve been so jittery with me for the last few weeks and i cannot figure out why, for the life of me. if you’re up to something shady, you might as well tell me now and-“
“what?” your eyelashes flutter in surprise and you let out a snort, his crazy accusation immediately sobering you up, “i promise you i am not up to anything shady, in fact, i’m kind of offended you even had that thought-“
“oh, thank god. you’re speaking like a normal human being, i finally fixed you-“ taehyung sighs, blowing a puff of air out as he pops the blender lid off, dipping his finger into the smoothie before bringing it up to his lips for a taste
“you have got to be kidding me.” you murmur to yourself, watching as some of the smoothie drips from his finger onto his toned abdomen
he swipes it off before sucking it off his finger with a satisfied hum
“you’re a freak!”  you blurt out, “oh my god, you are such a freak and it’s like you do these things that i feel like are on purpose but-“
“what are you talking about??” 
“i’m talking about- i just-“ you stumble over your words, letting out a groan when you find yourself being unable to form a sentence again
you pause for a second, shaking your head before composing yourself and painting a nice, pleasant smile on your face, “you… you… are you… are you aware of how ripped you’ve become?” 
“what?” taehyung laughs in disbelief, his eyes flickering off to the side, “i mean… i know i’ve definitely bulked up a little, i wouldn’t say i’m ripped-“
“you have no idea how hard it is to not throw myself at you every single second of every single day — i mean, i love you and i’m attracted to you no matter what you look like but there’s just something so satisfying about biting into your firm, firm bicep,” you make your way over to taehyung before jabbing a finger into his arm, “like, are you telling me this is all muscle?!”
“i mean-“ taehyung looks down before flexing his arm, making his bicep pop out, “yeah, i guess so. wait, so you’re telling me the only reason why you’ve been acting so strange these last few weeks is because you think i’m… sexy?” 
“you have been walking around all shirtless and sweaty with grey goddamn sweatpants so low on your hips that you’re basically naked, this is not on me!” you gawk, eyes widening when taehyung suddenly rounds the corner to get closer to you, “what are you- what are you doing?”
“nothing! we’re having a conversation, aren’t we?” the corner of his mouth twitches in a smirk as he continues walking you back until you’ve found yourself bumped up against the counter, your hands immediately fumbling to grip onto the edges to keep balanced, “oh, what’s wrong, baby? do i make you nervous?” he coos, using his pointer finger to raise your chin and forcing you to look at him before setting both his hands down on the counter and effectively trapping you in 
“you-“ your voice cracks and you feel your face getting hotter (again, not sure why because you’ve been dating this man for five years, but maybe it’s a good sign that after all this time you still get super hot and bothered being around him — the spark is still very much alive!), “you don’t make me nervous, that’s ridiculous.” 
“oh, don’t i?” taehyung tilts his head, sliding a finger up the side of your bare thigh and smiling to himself when he feels goosebumps starting to prickle at your skin, “you know, it’s funny that you’re scolding me for walking around shirtless in my own home when you’re the one constantly walking around in skimpy little g-strings. how do you think i feel, having to keep myself from bending you over every single surface in this apartment and just pushing your panties to the side?” he asks, voice light as he uses his pinky to brush a strand of hair away from your eyes  
“i imagine you probably feel… not… good…” you murmur, crossing your arms over your chest and keeping your chin raised in an attempt to appear as calm and collected as possible
“you don’t have to be nervous around me, honey,” taehyung leans down, and you’re as still as can be when he brushes his lips over yours before starting to plant light kisses along your jaw, “you know i love you and for the record, i think you’re incredibly sexy all the time…” he takes your hand and places it on his firm abdomen before sliding it down, and your thighs squeeze together upon feeling the ridges of his abs 
and maybe now isn’t a good time to be thinking this but you can’t help but feel good about the fact that taehyung still thinks you’re sexy — it’s giving you the little ego boost you’ve been needing and- I NEED TO SUCK HIS DICK
okay JESUS 
your eyes shoot open at the sudden uncharacteristically graphic intrusive thought and you immediately push taehyung away from you, keeping him at arm’s length 
“wh- what’s wrong?” he asks, eyebrows furrowing in confusion, “did i say someth-“
“i need to suck your dick.” you interrupt, staring at him with a neutral expression on your face
“what?” he lets out a laugh, “i mean, yes, obviously i want that but-“
“you need to be quiet now.” 
taehyung swallows thickly when he watches you drop to the ground in front of him, staring at him in a way he’s never seen before 
oh, jesus.
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“tae-“ you whimper, dropping your forehead on his shoulder as he presses himself into you, a shaky breath slipping past his lips when he feels you clench up around him, “a-agh…” 
“jesus, your pussy always feels so good…” he mutters under his breath, looking down to watch himself pull out slightly before pushing back in all the way, smiling to himself when you whimper and ask him to please, please fuck me-
(needless to say, you guys ended up with another noise complaint. whoops.) 
🎙️ ask taehyung for the recipe to his 70g protein smoothie (talk to my characters!) 
📚 why not explore the rest of the library while you're here? (go say hi to yoongi and y/n in la vie en bonsai!) 
💫 or perhaps you want something shorter to read? (drabbles and mini series like this!)
🌟 or something even shorter? (teeny tidbits!) 
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gojo-mochi · 1 month ago
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Telling OP Char: “Are you gonna eat that?” And pointing to their crouch
Something silly - Based on that one Tweet
TW: Suggestive
Luffy:
 Says “No” with a mouthful of food, he doesn’t know what you’re pointing at, but he assume it’s food and he will not share that easily. When you point again, trying to make it known to him that you’re not about to steal any of his dinner, Luffy will just get confused on why you want to eat his shorts.
“Are shorts tasty? Should I try eating mine right now?!” 
Will take off his shorts in the middle of dinner, or at least try to until someone yells at him for doing it. You will have to drag him inside a room later and just show him what you really meant.
Sanji:
Doesn’t get it at first, mostly worried about you being hungry first of all. 
“Oh, are you still hungry, dear? I can whip something up for you real quick! Anything you like~” 
What you like is Sanji maybe with some whipped cream on top as well. So, you repeat the question, this time making your point known by running your hand up his thigh and gently palming his crouch. His face gets beat-red and he drops any cooking utensil he was holding in his hands.
“Like right here? In the kitchen? Right now?” Sanji seems panicked and flustered with his questions but he’s quickly approaching you with each question he asked, until your back hits one of the table in the kitchen. His hands on either side, his breath quicken and short as he looks down at you. All you needed to seal with the deal was lean and for a kiss and Sanji would handle the rest. He’ll even let you use the whipped cream on him if you really want to.
Zoro:
Quirks an eyebrow at you and says nothing, goes back to his workout and pretend you’re not there. He was lifting a 300-pound weight like it was nothing. 
“...Can I take your silence as a ‘yes’?”
You weren’t gonna back down that easily. You hear Zoro snort, but his expression doesn’t change. “What was the question again?”
You sigh, “I asked if you were going to- *you point to the middle of his sweatpants* eat that?”
Zoro fights hard to keep a straight face as he counters with “Eat my pants? You’re asking if I was going to eat my pants in the middle of my workout?”
“That’s not what I-”
“Oh no, you meant that as one of your cutesy-jokes, right? What you actually mean is that you want to suck me off, hmm? You want to put that pretty little mouth right on my cock and use your sweet tongue to lick up all the sweat down there and then you want to-”
You slap your hand over Zoro’s mouth, you feel his mouth move into a smirk underneath your palms. Damn it, it was his victory this time. 
Robin:
Smiles gently at you, and closes the book she was reading and placed it on the table. She say nothing to you but just kept on staring at you with that smile. You start to sweat a bit, it feels like you’re in trouble for making this joke to her.
“Umm, I’m really sorry, I-I’ll just go now.”
You turn to leave and just when you were about to put your hand on the door, a set of hands springs out from the door and turns you back around to face robin. Her hands pushed you towards her actual body as she waits at the same spot, leg crossed and that patient smile on her face. 
More sweat beads down your neck as the silence stretches on for what seems like hours. The hands keeps you in place, so you can’t make another attempt to escape.
“..., Robin?”
“No.”
You make a confused face. “No?” You repeat back to her. 
“No, I’m not. So, are you going to finish it for me?” Her tone level and cool, still confusing the heck out of you though. Robin leans back in her chair and uncrossed her legs, lifting up the hem of her skirt with one finger. 
“Oh? … Oh!” 
Well, it would be rude to leave now, right? You gotta finish what you started. And it not like Robin will let you leave that easier, anyway, but don’t worry her hands will also be helping themselves to your body as you start your meal~
Kidd: 
“What..?” 
Kidd looks at you with a scowl on his face. Then down at his pants and then back up to you. “If you want to suck my cock was say so, don’t confuse me with that shit.” 
You roll your eyes, lightly kicking him in the shins for being a spoil-sport about it. You turn your back to him and start leave when you hear Kidd shout at you. 
“Oy! I didn’t say no! You can’t just leave like that! I’m already hard thinking about it!” 
You hold back a snicker and look back at Kidd, fluttering you eyelashes at him cutely. “You have to play along though~” 
Kidd makes a face at that, scowling even harder. He grumbles something under his breath. 
“What was that? You gotta be louder.”
“I’ll show you loud…” Kidd sighs heavily, weighing the options in his head. 
“Fine… No, I am not going to eat my cock, so would you please come finish it for me or whatever.”
“Oh my! Captain Kidd said the word ‘Please’? It must be my lucky day!” 
Kidd face turns beet red as he stomps over to you and throws you over his shoulder. “Shut up, I did what you ask for, so you better be ready to eat all of it.” 
“And if I find a single drop on the floor, I’ll make you lick it up in front of me, got it?”
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4unnyr0se · 10 months ago
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❥ being satoru gojo's sugar baby
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warnings: rich asf gojo, reader is a bitch in the first part, fem! reader, lingerie, riding, cunnilingus, doggystyle, breeding, mentions of pregnancy, gojo hates stupid people, not proofread, reader gets so spoiled, spanking, asphyxiation
MDNI | 18+ content
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Being Satoru fucking Gojo wasn’t easy. Being handsome, rich, and popular with the ladies? Talk about a workout. He had so much money he didn’t know what to do with it all. It’s only the result of being fucking brilliant at business practices, always knowing when to strike a perfect deal. And that bore the fruit of luxury cars, Italian jackets, and beautiful women aplenty. Gojo liked fucking the pretty girls he met in the clubs, sure. They were good for a decent cock-sucking, their expensive lipstick always forming a nice little ring around his dick. Poor things, it was probably the only nice lipstick they owned. Gojo felt bad for them in a way, they would never know what it was like to be spoiled by a man such as himself. They were so fucking fake, expecting to be spoiled just for having a decent pussy to fuck. Don’t get him wrong, Gojo liked fucking the college girls he met in the clubs, but he wanted something that was real. He wanted a good girl to spend his infinite cashflow on, not a whore who didn’t know what a fucking tax bracket was. 
He met you at his usual club, not recognizing your face from behind the bar. Hm, you must have been new there, Gojo would never ignore a pretty face like that, even though you were so grumpy looking. Did you hate your job like he hated bimbos? Gojo wasted no time in sitting himself down in your section of the bar counter, ordering a shot of the most expensive vodka the club offered. You called him an asshole and Gojo could have proposed right then and there. 
Gojo attended the club every night, sitting at the exact same spot and ordering a different, expensive drink each time. He noticed how you softly smiled when he told the local club bimbos to piss off, no doubt enjoying him shooing away drunken, stupid girls. Eventually you finally caved and gave him your number, resulting in him giving you a kiss on the back of your hand like a prince would.
Every day he would call you, text you, ask about your day. Did anyone give you trouble at the club? If it was a shitty coworker of yours, Gojo would have them fired. It didn’t matter if he didn’t own the club, he was half of the club’s monthly revenue. Gojo could do whatever the hell he wanted, he was practically paying everyone's salaries. His texts brightened your day, along with his visits to the club when you worked long evening shifts. He had stopped ordering drinks altogether, just slipping you a healthy $300 every hour or two. You had refused at first, but Gojo had this really annoying habit of being able to convince anyone of anything. It got to a point where you just held out your hand for the money at the start of every hour, which made his cock throb with desire. You were growing accustom to being spoiled and he fucking loved that. You were spoiled without being stupid, that was so fucking sexy to him.
One night, after a very annoying shift, you invited him to visit your crappy apartment downtown. Gojo jumped at the opportunity and practically threw you into his Bently, no doubt breaking a couple of traffic laws to make it to your place in record time. It was so humbling, your apartment. There were cracks in the fall and the faucet had the most annoying drip, this would absolutely not do. You deserved to live in a fucking castle in the sky, not in this shithole.
Gojo bought you a townhouse a stone's throw away from his penthouse. You protested and groaned at him not to, claiming you weren’t worth it. Gojo quickly shut you up with a passionate and longing kiss, whispering against your plush lips that he would buy you the moon and the stars. After that, you really couldn’t complain. Everything was paid off for the fifty-year lease that Gojo had signed; he was so disgustingly rich. Why did you have to go back to working at that sleazy club? Oh, right, you had to afford to eat and shop. Don’t worry; Gojo gave you a ridiculously large sum of money every week to buy whatever the hell you wanted, sending you more money if you run out. You only spend a couple of hundred dollars a week on groceries, but then there was this stunning vintage Dior dress in a shop window, and you simply had to have it. You sent Gojo a picture that displayed the price tag, and he swore he came in his pants. Fuck, you looked amazing wearing designer dresses. And you were modeling for him; he wanted to marry you so badly.
You bought lingerie one time, lacy and black, and so fucking expensive. Garters and stockings and the works, a gorgeous French design. Gojo just about lost his mind when he saw that photo you sent, driving over to your townhouse as soon as he had an opening. He tackled you in a passionate and longing kiss, ripping off the lingerie with his hands. Whatever, he’d buy you another set. No, twenty more sets.
His lips trailed across your body, leaving searing, hot kisses in their wake. You were covered in Gojo’s bites and bruises, looking like an ancient Greek sculpture. Gojo fucked you right on the floor of your living room, not bothering to carry you up the flight of stairs to your bed. You just looked so good in the lingerie you purchased with his money. His money, his lingerie, his sugar baby. Your sobbing pussy was squeezing his massive fucking cock, sucking him into you like a vortex. Your manicured fingernails left angry crescent-shaped prints on his back, his Italian jacket, and other expensive clothes long forgotten about in a pile next to the door. His cock slammed into you over and over again, the tip of his dick kissing your cervix until you were screaming his name, swearing you were gonna cum all over his cock. Gojo fucking loved hearing your moans; they sounded so expensive when his ringed fingers were wrapped around your throat, squeezing it ever so gently. He moaned into your ear as your orgasm washed over you once more, the third one in the hour. He still wasn’t finished, oh no. He had you folded into a mating press, begging and whining to be cummed in by one of the wealthiest men in the world. And who was he to deny his princess? Gojo shot himself deep inside of you, painting your womb with his seed. It looked so pretty seeping out of who; he just had to take a picture. You wouldn’t mind, right? He’d just give you another five grand for a few more dresses. 
Oh, even his aftercare was expensive. Running you a bath infused with freshly-pressed lavender and rose oil, soaking into your skin beautifully. Your fucked-out face was flush from the steam in the bathroom, making your already perfect skin so smooth. Gojo never wanted to stop touching you, not for a moment. He wrapped you in your Egyptian cotton sheets and held you tightly in his arms, thanking you for being his baby. As he whispered sweet nothings in your ear, his precious baby’s ear, you drifted off.
After that perfect night, Gojo basically lived in your luxury townhouse. He would be there when you opened your eyes and when you closed them. There to take you out on romantic restaurant dates and feed you the highest quality sushi there was. He was there to buy half the fucking boutique if you wanted him to. Those dresses were too pretty for anyone else to wear besides you. You no longer protested when he bought you stuff, only kissing his chest while humming a thank you in his ear. The expensive lipstick you wore stained his cheek, not that he minded one bit.
Apart from the expensive gifts, dates, and other such things, Gojo loved fucking you. You modeled every single set of lingerie he wanted you to, especially black and blue sets. He loved your little fashion shows, the way you would always sit on his lap and grind down on his thigh, your arousal soaking the delicate fabrics. His hand would slap your ass, commanding you cum on his thigh and ruin your panties. He’d fuck you face down ass up with an expensive vibrator on your puffy clit, smirking sadistically as you sobbed that it was too much, you couldn’t take it. He’d make you ride him in his home office, making sure his video camera was always off during meetings so no one except for him could see that pretty ass bouncing up and down on his cock, milking it for all it was worth. He’d demand you sit on his face, not letting you off until he had his fill, your cum covering his mouth and face. Gojo would command you to lick it off him, hands squeezing your waist, and was adorned with a leather garter belt.
God, he wanted to breed you. He never wanted to use protection, which you objected to at first. But he whined and pleaded, claiming it would only be once. Well, once turned into always. He always came inside of you multiple times a day. He wouldn’t stop until he was sure that he had fucked his cum inside of your pussy, sticking a finger inside just to make sure it was still there. He would babble on about how you two would have the most perfect wedding and have such cute babies, how he would take care of you. You would be so pretty, all swollen with his child. 
Satoru Gojo took care of you from the moment the two of you met, your companionship being the most valuable asset he had. To him, you were the most precious thing, and he would take care of you until the day that he died.
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shrinkingviol-3-ts · 10 days ago
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Ok sooooo here's some harm reduction t1ps for 4n4. This may not apply to everyone and that's ok but no matter what just be safe, angels 🙏
1. This is difficult and I 100% get it but try not to go under 1000, especially if you are highly active. This will absolutely wreck your body. What you CAN do is do increments of less than that but no longer than a month at one time. You can also incorporate f4sting days which are actually very healthy for you. Think about how survival used to be. Obviously humans weren't eating a whole bunch of c4ls daily and even went without anything for a day or more. You will be ok BUT it's important to stay at 1000 for most of the time. You will lose very fast I promise. It won't be insanely fast like if you were to e4t only 200 per day but you will lose as long as you are consistent.
2. Take your fucking vitamins. You need a multivitamin, iron supplement if you're anemic or prone to anemia(let's be honest most 4n4s are), fish oil for your brain and heart(or if you're veggie chia seeds have a good amount of healthy fat I believe), B12, and electrolytes daily ESPECIALLY if you are working out a lot or pvrg1ng. You lose minerals through your sweat, vomit and diarrhea and an electrolyte imbalance can fuuuuuck your shit up and even lead to heart attack if gone untreated for a long time
3. Hydrate like your life depends on it. Most 4n4s are pretty good about this but drink yo mf agua
4. You do not have to do intense workouts for you to lose. Everything you do burns c4ls the best way you can do this without being super hard on your heart is clean. Cleaning burns up to 300 c4ls per hour. Just zone out and deep clean everything. Also pacing, fidgeting, standing, dancing, moving your body in some way while watching your favorite show for hours will burn the same amount of c4ls as if you took a medium paced walk for hours. Effective and sooooo much better on your body.
5. Protein. Get at least 50 g per day and you'll be alright. There's lots of low c4l sources of protein, both animal and veggie but try not to go under because you will feel incredibly weak and won't be able to think(your brain is a muscle hehe)
6. Get enough sleep if possible. This will help your body in the long run
These also help reduce the amount of b1nges you will experience 💖
Plus, these will keep you looking hot AF(healthy hair nails and skin PLUS sk1nni?? girllll) and keep from arousing suspicion due to poor health.
Remember no matter what YOU. ARE. VALID.
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334bot · 3 days ago
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Workouts, natural talent and a steely mindset have taken him far. But there is undoubtedly something else — something thrillingly alchemical — that has shaped Norris’s career: his friendship and rivalry with Verstappen.
In so many ways Verstappen, 27, is the anti-Norris. The Dutch driver is part of a dynasty — his father, Jos, was a F1 driver and his mother, Sophie Kumpen, a kart racer — and was bred for the sport, and he carries himself with all the entitlement of that lineage: he is cocksure in the paddock, aggressive — and occasionally foul-mouthed — on the track. Before he puts down the visor to compete, his eyes flash like a stone cold killer’s. For seasons Verstappen has been relentless: in 2023 he won 19 of the 22 grands prix on the circuit, including 10 on the trot, cruising to the championship title by almost 300 points. Last season, though, Norris pushed Verstappen, including taking a symbolic victory at the Dutch Grand Prix in Zandvoort, Verstappen’s unofficial home track.
The latest season of Drive to Survive has an episode focusing on Verstappen and Norris, titled Frenemies, that plays up the rivalry, exaggerating their yin and yang. Verstappen is presented as cool, assured and a little robotic, Norris as the plucky, emotional upstart (to drive the point home it shares a clip of him playing with a tangle of puppies). It spotlights the fallout of an incident at the Austrian Grand Prix in 2024, where the pair collided after some muscular tactics on Verstappen’s part. The episode certainly makes things between the two men look a bit tetchy.
The reality is perhaps more nuanced. They have known each other since they were kids, when they competed for junior titles. Off the track they play padel and golf, muck about on race simulators and are often spotted on (private) planes together. Verstappen has called Norris his “best friend on the grid”; Norris has agreed they are “very good friends”. How does he deal with being friends with his rivals on the track? “I’m a guy who treats them as two different worlds,” he says. “When I’m not on the track, I’m here to live my life, to share it with people. If that means I’m friends with some of the drivers and we play tennis or padel or golf, drive on the simulator — that’s how I want to live my life.”
Even your fiercest rivals. “As soon as the helmet’s on, you forget about all of these things,” he says. “It’s a different world, you’re in a different mental state. You don’t give the guy one more metre because you’re friends with him or do a sport with him, right? In my view it’s the opposite. It makes you give them one less metre because you’re able to trust them more. But then you also know how they act, when to maybe not trust them. It is a complicated balance but it’s not a bad one in my eyes.” He cites his older brother: “He’s always the biggest competitor I’ve had. That’s the same as with your friends. You always want to beat them and prove that you’re better. So those guys are my biggest competitors but my friends off the track — and when I’m on track I want to beat them more than anything.”
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kaiserkisser · 7 months ago
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okay bc why not so here we go (ik we'll prolly, definitely not even get halfway through but ehh whatever)
NOTES CHALLENGE!!
10- ill post all my dazai doodles till date (on my artblog)
20- ill start keeping my room organised every day
50- ill do my best to start working on my abandoned fics
75- ill start making time for my hobbies too instead of just scrolling (am working on this)
100- ill properly focus on studies instead of procrastinating and reduce distractions (am working on this)
150- ill follow a proper workout routine *every* day (i keep procrastinating some days) (am working on this)
200- ill try to be more positive and kinder to myself instead of being self-depracating all the time (am working on this)
300- ill try to properly start taking real care of myself (am working on this)
400- ill start being more open about my feelings instead of just bottling up all my emotions (damn thats gonna be harddd)
500- ill start trying to find things about myself i really love and believe in myself
id say ill maybe add more but i doubt ill need to lmao; spam till ig 5 notes per person allowed :3
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