#Best grip yoga mat

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Yoga is a popular growing fitness activity, and a yoga mat is recommended for proper balance and comfortable practice. Rubber yoga mats, Personalized Yoga Mats, TPE Yoga Mats, yoga mats online and other choices are available in various colors, forms, sizes, materials, and designs. Choose your mat based on your level of comfort.

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Best Grip Yoga Mat for Hot Yoga: Top 5 Picks and Buying Guide

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The quest for the best grip yoga mat for hot yoga is on, and we’re here to help you find your perfect match. Hot yoga has gained massive popularity, and for good reason – it’s an incredible way to stretch, strengthen, and sweat it all out. However, with all that sweating comes the need for a yoga mat that can provide excellent grip, stability, and support. That’s where we come in. In this…

[luvvyouforever]

show me what you got - logan howlett {wolverine} x reader

synopsis: logan and reader very clearly want each other, but neither will make a move. a certain plan sets that in action.

content: NSFW! minors dni. yearning. horny. rambling. logan being nervous. afab reader.

a/n: i don't really know where i was going with this. i was also kinda picturing cartoon x men living situation here! def not very canon compliant. but enjoy!

his breath is hot, ragged, and full of expletives slipping between his lips with every thrust. sweat beads around his hairline, drips down his temple, and leaves the prettiest shine on his tan skin. his hair is tousled, he's shirtless, and his muscles are tense beneath his skin.

"oh my god, lift up your jaw. i know he's hot but you're gonna swallow flies that way, hun."

rogue's voice enters your dazed reverie and brings you back into the reality: a sweaty gym in the x-men mansion. logan, only twenty feet in front of you, pulls on the handles of a machine set to the highest weight possible that pulls him forward and backward. it's supposed to work out his back, or maybe his chest, or maybe his arms. either way, it's sinful and becoming increasingly difficult to tear your eyes away.

he continues to grunt on the machine and you wonder if he's doing it on purpose when rogue speaks up again. "you need to do something about this."

you let out a laugh that's just a bit too loud and draws some of the eyes of the other x-men working out. red heat crawls up your neck and to your cheeks where it settles into a blush. turning around to face the other side of the gym, you whisper, "and what exactly am i supposed to do here?"

"i don't know. corner him, give him a big ol' smooch, and the rest will be history," rogue pauses. "i think. i'm not the best person to ask here," she says with a gesture to her gloved hands.

when you feel the heat leave your face, you turn back around to see that logan had moved from the original offending machine to an even more intolerable workout: bench presses. with urgent movements, you take rogue over to the yoga mats and begin your own personalized workout, all the while she laughs at your obvious and ever-growing frustration.

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logan wonders what it would be like to be standing behind you, pressed dangerously close to your backside as you bend over and place yourself into some yoga position he never bothered to learn the name of. the workout clothes you're wearing have always got under his skin and he knows this time is no different. he barely thinks about the weight of the bar he's lifting up and down as he watches your body flex into a position that places your body in such a divine arch he wishes he could be drawing out of you.

"not you too," gambit's voice comes from behind logan where he uselessly spots him. suddenly, logan falters with his grip on the bar and rather than let it fall on top of him, he sends it to the other side of the bench, just a few feet from where scott was doing squats with some fancy weights logan never bothered with.

"what do you mean 'not you too?'" logan questions.

gambit shakes his head and sits on the bench next to the one they were currently working out on. he fiddles with a card he seemed to pull out of nowhere, but logan ignored it. "gambit means that you two need to find a closet and get it over with."

logan huffs and shakes his head. "i dunno what you're talking about, cajun."

his eyes float back to your frame on the other side of the gym. much to his chagrin, you stopped your own workout and stretching in favor of assisting rogue into a complex position that was sure to send gambit to her side once the workout had come to a close. the words 'not you too' floated through his head once more and he turned to interrogate gambit once more only to find him moving on to another set in front of the mirror.

with a final glance back to you, he found you looking at him as well. briefly, your eyes met each other across the room then immediately went to the floor, pretending that the specks of dust were unbelievably interesting.

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charles believed that despite the mutations and responsibilities and missions, it was important for the x-men to have some kind of normalcy which led to frequent movie nights or parties or game nights. more often than not, logan spent those inside or sitting in a chair directly away from the other x-men. there was no particular reason, he was just always like that. solitary.

unfortunately, something seemed to be different for this particular movie night. when he arrived to the home theater in the basement of the mansion, every single seat was taken by one of the other x-men. the only other person who hadn't arrived was you.

his eyes fell to the loveseat that was empty toward the back of the room, where rarely any light except for the screen fell. he could hear an almost undetectable giggle come from rogue on the other side of the room and he knew something was up. had these not been unspokenly required, he would have turned around with the excuse of...something.

just as he climbed the few short steps to the loveseat and sat down, you walked in. his breath hitched in his throat at the sight of you. a thin and old pajama top which hung off your shoulders at an angle adorned your top half while the bottom half was covered in pants that fell at your hips and hugged your legs as they went down. somehow this was worse than tight workout clothes.

just as he did, your eyes scanned the room for a seat before finding that the only one available was the other half of the loveseat that logan's body was currently occupying. without much thinking, your eyes flew to rogue who shrugged her shoulders despite you feeling as though this was planned.

with every inch you grew closer to being so close to logan, your heart rate increased, as did your nervousness. awkwardly, you sat down by him and could instantly feel the similar pulling in your chest that you felt when standing too close to him. the way his t-shirt hugged his chest and contoured to the fine muscles made you blink too fast.

once everyone was fully settled, charles put a movie on, something you didn't really remember the plot of, and with maximum effort, you kept your eyes glued to the screen.

logan did not have as easy of a time as you did. perhaps it was the way his senses were so increased from yours that you could barely keep still. it was either your thigh touching his own or your sweet smell infiltrating his nose or the way you couldn't hold your laughter at certain jokes in the movie which echoed through his ears into his mind. it was unbearable.

suddenly feeling eyes on him, his head whipped to the other side where gambit's eyes would flit to him every so often. when they made eye contact, gambit's eyebrow raised, which suggested the question to logan, "so?"

he shook his head to which gambit smiled, tilted his head to signal to your body next to his, and made some obscene gesture that had rogue smacking his hands down to his lap. logan sighed, shook his head, and returned his gaze back to the movie. he couldn't ignore it this time.

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once the movie ended, everyone retreated back to their respective spaces, except logan who lingered around the mansion. going back to his bedroom didn't feel favorable. after spending so long alive, chasing after what he wanted, he felt stupid letting you continue to walk past him, in the clothes that made him frustrated with a personality that melted his heart. he didn't want to go back into his bedroom where he would more than likely jerk off to thoughts of you so perfect they could become painful. he would have a dream about you, wake up wondering if today is the day he kisses you finally, then look at you at the breakfast table and know that this wasn't the day.

before he could stop his own body, his legs took him up the stairs toward your bedroom at the end of the hallway.

you hadn't been doing anything after the movie except for thinking of the way your thigh was touching logan's and his breath was deep and he was warm and a strong presence next to your frame. with nothing on but a yellow lamp, you reached over to your bedside drawer before a knock echoed through the room.

with a huff, you rose up and went over to the door. when you opened up, you could've jumped back in surprise at the figure on the other side of the door. logan was standing in the same t-shirt and sweatpants as earlier, but this time he looked slightly disheveled, like he had been running his hands through his hair.

"hey, logan," you said hesitantly.

suddenly, he regretted coming to your door. it wasn't that he didn't want you, but having you in front of him with your smell invading his nose and your cheeks flushed and your hair messy from laying down was intoxicating.

"hey," was all he said.

the air was awkward and tense. logan's chest heaved up and down from his attempts to steady his breathing. absentmindedly, you played with a thread at the hem of your top.

"did you...need something?" you asked.

"can i come in?" he blurted out.

you nodded, held the door wide open, and scooted to the side of it. he stepped over the threshold, carefully avoiding anything he might knock over or ruin. for him, it seemed, one wrong step could lead to your entire room coming down in one fell swoop.

as if being in your presence was not difficult enough, being in your room was a trial. everything was so you. your clothes to the left of him, your posters to the right. your perfume and body wash lingering in the air. his eyes didn't know where to go so they landed on you in front of him.

"so, uh...did you like the movie tonight?" you asked in an attempt to make conversation. he shifted on his feet. "oh, come here. you can sit down if you wanna." your hand gestured for him to follow you to your bed. despite his brain telling him not to go, his legs moved and then he found himself sitting on your bed, looking down at you.

he blinked, suddenly forgetting your question. what was he going to do here? he came with no purpose, no plan, no intention. obviously he couldn't kiss you right there. he couldn't push you down and run his hands along the sides of your body like he dreamed about for so long. no matter how bad he wanted to be between your legs, using his mouth to draw pretty moans out of you and bring your back up from the bed, and hear his name tumble out of your mouth like a prayer-

"logan?" his head snapped to you. the corners of your lips were upturned into a half smile. "did you hear me?"

"no, sorry. what'd you say?" he asked.

with an almost imperceptible scoot closer to him, you looked up into his brown eyes. there was something in yours that he felt resembled desire, but it couldn't be. there was no way you were having those similar dirty thoughts to him.

"i asked if you came here to kiss me."

his heart could've slipped out from its cavity, down through his stomach, and out through his ass.

"because if so, then you might want to go ahead and do it because it's almost time for me to go to bed."

logan didn't have to hear many more words over that. his hands flew to your sides like he had wanted them to for months. with uncharacteristic gentless, he guided you to lay down on the bed. a smile grew on your lips at his closeness and his touch. yes, this was much better than your original plans for the night.

"so, you've been thinking about me too?" logan asked, just a few inches from your lips.

the blush that he so often thought about in his dreams crept back to your cheeks. "of course i have. i was just waiting on you to take charge," you teased. your hand made its way to his chest where it rubbed along the skin, then up to his neck where it rested carefully, right over his pulse point. you could feel it pick up when your other hand made contact with his waist.

logan chuckled at that. "and to think i was gonna go spend the rest of the night in my bedroom after being so unbearably close to you all night."

"i'm glad you came over finally," you said. after a pause, "i think rogue and gambit might've been getting tired of this too."

"they're about to get a lot more tired of us when i'm done with you tonight." with that, logan's lips came down to yours where they met in a crushing kiss. it was messy, but conveyed the months of ache and yearning for each other. teeth clashed at moments, and only when the annoying need to breathe came forward did you pull apart.

"show me what you got, howlett," you said in response to his earlier comment after taking a breath.

in seconds, logan had his tight t-shirt off, along with his sweatpants. everything that had once been scandalous to watch from a distance was now in your hand. perhaps the whole loveseat plan, no matter the annoyance it brought on originally, was an ingenious idea.

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[andypantsx3]

INCENDIARY | 7 | BAKUGOU KATSUKI x READER

SUMMARY: When you accidentally go viral in defense of quirkless people, an extremist group puts a target on your back. Pro hero Dynamight is the last person you want watching it. TAGS/WARNINGS: romance, enemies to lovers, sexual tension, light hurt/comfort, themes of discrimination, canon typical violence, smut, aged up characters, fem pronouns + afab reader, 18+ mdni LENGTH: 3.3k, FIC MASTERLIST

Bakugou kissed like he fought—focused, determined, and absolutely lethally.

You surrendered to him easily, letting him take the lead, feeling his tongue tease your mouth open, his nose brush over yours as he angled his head. You caught a fistful of his shirt to pull him closer, every nerve ending in your body tingling, and he braced himself over you, grabbing a fistful of your hair to lock you to him.

He tasted like sweat and something sweet, and felt like an epiphany. The entire time, the tension you had been feeling with him—it had been this. This burning desire to be under him, over him, all but bodily fused to him. The desire to bite him had been the desire to consume him, to draw him inside of you.

Bakugou did several extremely clever somethings with his tongue, licking into your mouth hot and filthily, and you felt your desire pool low in your stomach, trickling between your thighs.

You pressed up into him, straining to be closer. He answered by shifting into the cradle of your hips, pressing something full and hard into the juncture of your thighs. You shivered, every inch of your body all but purring like a pleased kitten.

“Drive me fucking insane, princess,” Bakugou said against your mouth as he ground down into you, the hand in your hair clenching tighter. “Wanted you from the second you opened your mouth.”

“Me drive you insane—?” you managed, before shutting him up with another kiss.

You had never felt this way about another person before—wanting to both fuck and fight him, wanting to both kiss and bite him. You nipped his mouth, letting your teeth scrape over his lip a little on purpose, and he growled into the kiss. The foam of the yoga mat crinkled next to your ear as his grip tightened on it.

“You’re unbelievable,” he grunted when you finally separated again, though he didn’t stop grinding down into you with tiny insistent circles of his hips. You could feel him getting harder in his gym shorts, and you ached with the desire to rip them right off of him.

His fingers pressed to the corners of your mouth, calloused and direct. “This fucking mouth of yours, princess. It’s gonna get you into trouble,” he said, his tone nasty and all the hotter for it. “Been dying to put it to better use.”

A wicked grin split the sides of his mouth as he spoke, and it was all you could do not to lean in and bite him again.

“Then do it,” you said, feeling unbelievably bold, the desire to challenge him every step of the way still burning in your veins. “Show me if you think you can.”

Something flashed in Bakugou’s scarlet eyes. No sooner were the words out of your mouth than Bakugou was kneeling over you, and easing down his shorts, just like you’d known he would.

His cock was infuriatingly pretty, just like the rest of him, thick and full and velvet smooth as you took it into your hand. He was neatly trimmed, perfectly proportioned, and you wanted to give a little scream of frustration for how unfair it was that some people got to be beautiful all over.

You opened your mouth, and he positioned himself over you, holding himself up on the strength of his arms alone as he eased into you with a flex of his hips.

He was thick in your mouth, and you took him in the best you could, feeling one of his hands slide beneath your head to press you to him. You breathed through your nose, a little bit unpractised after the past few months, giving a few shallow bobs of your head.

Bakugou hissed, sharp and harsh in the sudden quiet of the apartment, his breath growing ragged.

“Fuck, that’s it, princess,” he said, his tone an appreciative growl. “Like that—fuck—”

You grew a little bolder, easing down a little farther, feeling his fingers tighten in your hair. You realized he was holding himself over you on just one arm, then, and the thought went through you like a bolt, making you clench your thighs together.

You could see the flat planes of Bakugou’s toned stomach in front of you, every single abdominal picked out in sharp relief, strong and hard and utterly, infuriatingly perfect. You watched the shift of those muscles as he flexed his hips the tiniest bit, sliding deeper in your throat, watched a harsh breath rise and fall in his chest.

“Fuck, your mouth, princess,” he said, his voice even rougher. Desire pooled more heavily between your thighs at the sound, and you gripped onto his shirt with your free hand, clutching at him. “Love this fucking mouth of yours, brat. You’re always running it, never know when to shut the hell up.”

You pinched him through his shirt for his cheek, and his fingers clenched harder in your hair in warning. Taking another breath through your nose, you took him in the last inch, until your face was pressed right against that hard stomach, and Bakugou let out a litany of swears, his words cutting off into a groan.

You worked him slowly, carefully, his hand a guide at the back of your head. He held himself so still over you, still balanced on just one arm. You could feel yourself squirming a little against the yoga mat, the thought of all that hard muscle, all that insane strength, barely restrained over you. You realized you loved it, the thought of him—all his strength, all that fury—directed towards you. Towards protecting you, these past weeks, towards fucking you—all of it, his everything, focused on you.

Eventually Bakugou yanked you off of him by his grip on your hair, swearing. “Not gonna last longer if you keep that up, princess,” he said, a sharp grin carving his mouth. “And I’m not done showing you what’s good for you.”

You couldn’t suppress the shiver that overtook you as he lowered himself back over you, shifting back in between your thighs.

“I wanna fuck you, princess,” he said. “Can I?”

You nodded, reveling in the feel of him between your legs, in the way his weight anchored you firmly to the yoga mat. His grin widened, those blood-red eyes darkening as they roved over your face. His fingers caught your chin, thumb brushing over your mouth.

“Been imagining this ever since I saw that little pink bra of yours, princess,” he said, leaning down to bite softly under your jaw. “Thought you could hide it from me, but I saw it. Imagined you reaming those fucking QRA assholes a new one, all dressed up in your little pink lingerie.”

You laughed, which quickly morphed into a sharp intake of breath as his hand trailed down the length of your body, sliding into your shorts. His fingers were long and strong and unbearably good when he pressed two of them gently and firmly over your clit, drawing small, tight little circles around it. Then they slid lower, dipping between your folds, finding you already incriminatingly wet.

“Wet already for me, princess?” Bakugou’s grin somehow went even sharper, blade-deadly on his mouth, and you pinched him again, even as you shuddered with the feeling of his fingers pressing up into you. “Good girl.”

Your fingers twitched with a violent urge to either shove him away or pull him closer—you couldn’t decide. He was so infuriatingly smug, but so inconceivably hot. You settled for quieting him with a kiss, adding a scrape of teeth in warning. But Bakugou just seemed to like it, groaning into your mouth, licking into you, his thumb finding your clit and pressing down.

“Gonna fuck you so good you won’t even have the words to mouth off to me,” he promised, curling his fingers just right, finding that spot inside you that seemed to double the pressure of his thumb on your clit, making you squirm underneath him. “There you are, princess.”

You gripped the material of his shirt tight as he worked you, every single twist and curl of his fingers seeming calculated to drive you insane. He mouthed at your shoulder, biting his way up your neck, whispering promises of all the things he’d been dreaming of doing to you, every time you mouthed off to him, every time he realized you were sleeping only meters away from him, every time he’d found your delicates left behind in the bathroom—just like the ones he’d seen in your dorm room.

In barely any time at all, you were writhing and bucking against his hand, clutching his wrist with both of your own, shamelessly moaning out your own praise—how good he felt, how much you wanted him. Bakugou seemed to decide you were ready, peeling down your shorts and then his own, guiding himself between your thighs.

“You good, brat?” he asked, pinching your cheek when all you could give him was what you imagined to be a glassy-eyed stare, willing him to be inside you already.

You nodded quickly. “Yes, yes—please just shut up and fuck me, Bakugou. Please.”

He seemed to like the sound of please in your mouth, smirking again. But he leaned down, pressing a slow kiss to your mouth before commanding, “It’s Katsuki, princess. Katsuki.”

“Katsuki,” you echoed obediently, and he seemed to like that even more, a genuine smile overtaking his mouth. It looked so handsome on him, boyish and charming, and you could feel your face getting inexplicably hotter, even though you’d already had his fingers and his dick inside you.

Then he was easing himself into you, the stretch and slide of him utterly delicious.

“Goddamn, princess,” he uttered, his voice rough. A crease came between his brows, like he was focusing intently as he slid all the way in, until his hip met the skin of your thigh. His fingers dug into your left thigh, gripping the flesh, flexing as his eyelashes fluttered. “Fuck, you’re so good.”

Heat flashed through you, and embarrassingly, you could feel yourself clench around him with the praise. Your fingers clenched around his bicep as you frantically tried to stop yourself from coming right then and there.

His scarlet eyes flashed open, narrowing in on you with all the deadly accuracy of a homing missile, and a smirk bit across his mouth. “Like that, huh, brat?” he said, slowly drawing himself back out and into you again. “You’re already ready to come for me just from that?”

You pinched him, even as you shivered through his first few thrusts. “Just—be quiet. Get uglier if you want me to last.”

Bakugou’s smile was a wicked thing, but he mercifully complied. His pace picked up into something sharp, quick, and controlled. You clung onto him for dear life, your head swimming again with the thought of all that fire and all that strength, on you, over you, buried deep inside of you. You couldn’t believe you’d misunderstood him, misunderstood this thing between you two for months, and you wanted to spend hours and days and weeks just making up for it.

Bakugou fucked you like he wanted the same—he’d wanted you, from the very first minute you’d spoken. He hadn’t wanted you to shut up and be quiet and take things lying down—when you got past all the complexities of his past, he’d liked that you were so mouthy. He planned to protect you, to let you mouth off even more—

“That’s right, princess,” he was growling, red eyes fixed on your face, that sharp smirk riding his pretty mouth. “Just like that—good girl, so fucking good—”

You knew he knew what he was doing, but you couldn’t stop him even if you wanted to. Your fingernails left crescents in the skin of his back as you clenched up around him again, another smug-sounding “good girl” from him throwing you right over the edge.

Heat flashed through you like a white-hot firework, pleasure streaking up your veins, melting right through them. You muffled a cry in Bakugou’s shoulder, drowned out in part by his own swearing as you clenched up and then came loose, writhing out your pleasure underneath him.

Bakugou didn’t last any longer—his hips snapped forward frantically, faster and faster, like the sight of you undone underneath him had shattered any measure of control he had. The foam of the yoga mat squealed as his grip tightened mercilessly, and then he too was coming, pressing you down into the mat with a terrible strength.

You reveled in the heavy weight of him over you, panting into his shoulder as you both caught your breath. Your blood felt soupy in your veins, your limbs weighed a thousand pounds, and something heavy and deeply satisfied had settled in your chest—like you’d finally, finally understood Bakugou.

Bakugou looked like he might feel the same way, when he pulled back to look you over. There was something smug and pleased about the set of his mouth as he leaned in to take your lips again, his eyes half-lidded and his hair a mess.

“Don’t think this is gonna get you out of self-defense, brat,” he told you when he finally let your mouth free, several minutes later, but there was a texture in his voice you’d never heard before—something almost teasing and fond. You pinched him again, clenching up when he shifted inside you and sparked every single one of the nerves in your lower body again.

You couldn’t help but rise to his challenge.

“Do your worst,” you told him, the command a thrill up your own spine.

Bakugou’s gaze darkened, and he seized your mouth again. And then he did do his worst, but self-defense had very little to do with it. Not that you were complaining.

Of course you did get roped into self-defense for real, the very next day. Bakugou Katsuki was not one to cut corners or let things go, even for his “brat of a fucking new girlfriend.”

He also did seem to enjoy pinning you to the mat far too much, and he seemed to enjoy when you managed to get back at him even more—any bite or pinch or unexpected kick of yours always seemed to end up with you flat on your back or thrown over the couch, muffling your screams into the meat of your arm.

Despite this, you did manage to learn a few throws and how to wiggle out of a couple different holds, and the rewards from Bakugou kept you incredibly motivated.

Between self-defense, your reward sessions, and cramming for finals, you barely managed to scrounge up any nerves about your impending trip to New Day Japan’s studio and the danger that might await you there.

It was only when you had managed your last final and been rewarded with both an excellent dinner and something Bakugou had the audacity to term dessert while he was between your thighs that you finally had enough mental capacity to return to the thought of Matsui, and what you intended to say if you did live long enough to make it into the studio.

You wanted to convey that even though you were an unlikely spokesperson for the issue of quirkless rights, that was exactly what the very thing that made it so important that you did say your piece. Many late nights combing through Twitter for important points revealed to you that there were so many more educated, qualified, and active people to speak to these issues, but they affected every quirkless person—not just active community members, not just well-spoken people. Like those QRAs on campus, quirkism was something that stalked into your life unannounced and tried to make itself at home.

But even some drunk rando could put quirkism in its place if they so desired.

That’s what you really wanted to convey. That even an average person could defeat these ideas. That an average person could and would do everything in their power to defeat the pockets of quirk supremacy they encountered.

You wanted to send a message to quirkless people like yourself, and the quirk supremacists that thought an average person could be cowed into silence. You were more than just a meme, a viral video. You were a person with things to say.

You spent the next twenty-four hours agonizing over your messaging, trying to make sure you had all your thoughts and feelings on the issue marshaled into order. You chattered to Bakugou over your last dinner you made together, getting kissed breathless onto the counter when your passion managed to work him up enough. You spoke aloud in the shower, phrasing and rephrasing, and tested your expressions as you dried off in front of the mirror, trying to convey everything appropriately.

Bakugou seemed to be especially geared up too, his workouts getting noticeably more intense, lasting an impossible number of hours. He was perpetually glowing with sweat, his gaze sharper and hotter than ever. You warmed at the thought that all this focus, all this determination was in your name—in the name of protecting you and making sure you got to safely speak your piece.

And then Thursday finally arrived. You had barely managed to sleep, sick with the nerves that had finally roused themselves from their finals-induced trance. Though you had no appetite, Bakugou managed to force an entire traditional breakfast down your throat, and you finally returned to your room for the first time all week to scrounge up an appropriate outfit.

When you returned to the living room, Bakugou was already there, having dressed in his hero uniform for the first time in months, now that you were about to emerge from hiding.

Its paramilitary design made him look all the more intimidating—the black was stark against his skin, the orange X like a bloody slash across his chest, like the bright warning of a poisonous animal, that he was not to be fucked with. The fabric of his shirt clung tightly to his powerful chest and arms, and the metal of his bracers and knee guards glinted sharply in the apartment lighting.

You tried not to find it too hot.

Bakugou walked you briefly through all of the moves he’d taught you over the last week, nodding, satisfied, when you’d completed everything.

“You ready, brat?” he asked, leaning down so that the tail end of his question ended in your mouth.

You kissed him back, your churning stomach settling somewhat. You meant what you had said last week. You trusted him to protect you—trusted him with your life. If Matsui was finally brave enough to show his face, Bakugou would smash it in.

“I’m ready,” you nodded, accepting his hand when he offered it.

You let him corral you downstairs and into the waiting agency car, settling in as he stalked in after you. You buckled your seatbelt and took in a calming breath, trying to slow your heart rate as the driver gunned the engine. It was fine. You had Bakugou, you had Genius Office, and you had your own conviction. You were going to be fine.

You watched as the officer pulled the car out of park, guiding the wheel to turn back out onto the street. You heard loose gravel crunch under the wheel, the shift of Bakugou’s uniform next to you. And then—

“Down!” Bakugou’s voice hit you at the same time his body did, throwing himself over you—just as a towering wall of flame engulfed the car.

[lis-likes-fics]

Yoga Partners

Pairings: Marc Spector x Reader, mentions of Steven Grant x Reader & Jake Lockley x Reader Word Count: 2.6k Kink: Floor Sex Warnings: NSFW, fingering, p in v, multiple orgasms, swearing (a lot of 'fuck's), creampie... A/N: I kinda wrote this really quickly but I had fun with it cuz it's actually like....really vanilla and really sweet? Idk, enjoy!

Marc leans against the door frame, strong arms folded over his chest as he stares appreciatively. He watches you stretch, knees tucked under you as you reach up above your head on a yoga mat. He watches your muscles tense and relax as you take in those slow, deep breaths that make your chest and back rise and fall smoothly.

After a while, you change, pulling your legs from under you. You rise up on your hands and feet, to the tips of your toes in a downward dog.

Marc sighs with a smile, shaking his head gently as he blows a second breath out. "Woof," he mumbles.

You chuckle, "Are you just going to stand there and stare like a pervert, or are you going to join me?"

He shrugs a shoulder, shucking his jacket from his arms and tossing it onto the bed behind you. "Don't mind if I do."

When he comes up behind you, he sets his hand on the ample round of your butt and smooths his palm there. You roll your eyes but continue holding as you focus your breathing in a steady in and out.

He smacks it lightly. "Marc," you scold playfully with a little chuckle. "Either join me or I'll ask Steven to do it."

He grumbles under his breath and kneels down to the floor.

"Lay on your stomach," you say as you do the same. He follows your instructions and copies you. "Hands by your side, lift your upper body slowly."

Out of the corner of your eye, you see him starting a pushup. You roll your eyes and laugh, moving out of your position to fix him. "No! This is yoga, we are not exercising."

"Well, you basically said do a pushup, so I did a pushup," he shrugs. You push him back down gently and fix his stance to do it properly. As you place your hand on his chest and ease him up slowly, he struggles a little. "You know, I'm not that flexible."

"Funny," you giggle, "Steven is."

"Jake isn't."

"Well, Jake also lives in a perpetual hunch so…" He laughs. "Maybe I should get Steven. He's my yoga partner anyway."

Marc shoots you a mock dirty. "Steven's asleep."

"Aw," you sigh, smoothing your hand along his back as you have him hold the position. "I guess I'll have to settle for the…second best."

He scoffs and turns his head to look at you. "Second best?" You don't look him in the eyes as you shrug. "I'll show you second best."

In the next second, you yelp as he practically tackles you to the floor, pinning you under his body as he takes hold of your wrists in a gentle grip. You laugh heartily as he leans over you, he watches with a fond smile.

"I can still pin your ass."

You lean forward and kiss the tip of his nose. "You're right, my big, strong man."

He shakes his head and bends down to kiss you. He captures your lips, and you smile against them.

"Don't patronize me," he teases.

You wrap your arms around his neck to pull him back down, curling your fingers into his hair and pulling gently. His lips strayed from yours, finding your neck and your collarbone and column of your throat. He kisses you gently, dedicatedly, listening to your light sighs.

"I love you, baby," he whispers into your skin. You smile wide, looking at him through hooded eyes as you hold him closer.

You guide your fingers through his hair, watching his eyes flutter at the feeling as you pet him slowly. "I love you, too."

He kisses you again, a little fraction of his weight dropping down some more on your body. You take it in stride, spreading your legs apart to give him a place to lay. He settles there as you continue to embrace, too loving and too gentle and too happy to just lay there and kiss.

A tiny gasp escapes you when he grinds his hips. It's a small motion, hardly noticeable, like an involuntary jerk. But it fuels Marc's sudden eagerness as he does it again, a little more voluntary this time. A stifled moan rises from your throat and he's hooked.

He takes hold of your hips, steadying you as he moves with a new goal. You can feel that goal growing between his legs and pressing into your thigh, and you sigh at the mere idea.

You feel his hand dip under the waistband of your leggings, hooking his fingers around it and pulling it down to reveal your panties. "Are you gonna be wet for me?" he asks, kissing the corner of your mouth.

You hum, "Maybe."

His hand dips into your underwear and brushes your clit on the way to your pussy, his finger slipping between your folds thoughtfully. He just hums before delving his thick finger inside of you. You moan gently at the feeling, and he appreciated your warmth as you fluttered around him sensitively.

One of your hands left his hair to grip his arm, especially when he added a second finger and began massaging them inside you, slow and measured in a skilled manner. Your back arched into him on a curl of his fingers. "Ahh, Marc," you mutter.

"S'that feel good, baby?" he hums beside your ear, his teeth grazing your earlobe. You nod meekly. "You want more?"

You nod again, breathing a heavy breath, "Please?"

His hand speeds up, the rhythm of his thrusts moving to bring you to the edge of ecstasy. You moaned, the sound almost whiney as you gripped his arm and tugged at his dark hair.

You feel his thumb brush your clit and you gasp, clenching around his fingers and whispering his name again. You wrap your legs around his waist and keen into his touch as he keeps touching you. You shudder when you cum, the feathery pleasure rattling through your body.

"Mm-Marc," you moan.

"Yeah, you like that?" he mutters, watching you cum with pleasure of his own, his eyes blown wide with lust and hunger. "You look so pretty when you cum, baby."

You smile at his sweetness, moaning into his mouth as you bring him down for a kiss. He goes in for two.

Marc lightly smacks the side of your ass, and you turn over onto your stomach with his hand on your waist. He folds his body to yours, kissing the back of your neck and leaning forward to put you on your knees.

He reaches for your hands, intertwines them with his on top to swallow yours whole. He keeps kissing you, any skin exposed to him is free game as he removes his shorts and underwear with one hand.

"Take off your shirt," you tell him, a gentle command as you glance over your shoulder.

He laughs lightly. "You want me naked, babygirl?"

"Well, duh."

"Okay, well, I'm taking this off, too," he says, snapping your sports bra against your side.

And he does. He gets rid of his shirt first, stretches of soft and smooth and scarred skin revealed in the light of the room as he strips you of your bra. His hands smooth over your back, feeling every inch of your skin as he rounded to the front to knead your breasts.

You feel him pressing against your thigh and clench around nothing at the thought. You reach behind you, your fingers brushing his tip as you take him into your hand and pump him in your palm. Marc hums lightly, wrapping a large hand around your smaller one and encouraging it up and down the length of his cock.

After a moment, he removes your hand, guiding you back into your former pose so your hands support you. He pumps his cock a couple more times, and you hold your breath when you feel him poke at your wet pussy. Slowly, he pushes inside and you feel your breath stop short in your lungs as he enters you inch by inch.

When he’s fully seated, you let out a deep sigh. You mutter his name and he grunts in your ear when your pussy flutters around him. He kisses the back of your shoulder, one hand wrapped around your chest and groping your breast as the other holds him up. Slowly, he rocks the both of your back and forth, a gentle sway that begins a steady rhythm in and out of you. Your breath hitches as your eyes fall shut at the feeling.

The drag of his cock is agonizingly slow as he eases in and out of you. After a while, you grow impatient as you moan. “Marc…” He hums deeply, the sound reverberating in his chest before a hiss as you clench around his cock. “More.”

“More?” he asks, holding you tighter. “You want more?”

“Yes, please,” you reply.

“Okay. You can have more.” He nods, unwrapping his arm from your chest in favor of guiding you forward until your hands reach above your head, palms to the floor and ass in the air. Marc straightens up, his hands roaming your back a moment before he grips your hips firmly and begins to set a different pace.

“You’re so tight, baby,” he praises, eyes closed as his hips thrusts into you. You duck your head between your arms, resting it against the mat underneath you as you feel the way he rocks into you. His pace is steady, a measured in and out movement that you can feel slowly building with Marc’s desperation as you continue to squeeze around him. “Fuck, I’m tryna be gentle here, baby.”

You grip the edge of the mat between your fingers, your breath heavier in your lungs than it was before as you shake your head. “Don’t,” you tell him with a cocky grin. “We already stretched.”

Marc is going to lose his mind. He grips your waist in his large hands as he begins to fuck you, pushing you forward onto the floor while he keeps your ass high in the air to fuck your pussy how he likes. He’s rough and fast as he has you gasping for air as you cry out for him. His hips snap into you with a ferocity he displays in stressful life as well. He’ll likely make it up to you later, a slow fuck in bed before he went to sleep and let Steven take over. Steven, who would likely also give you a nice slow fuck after just because you look so beautiful. Unless he goes absolutely ballistic and decides to fuck you into the bed, too.

Marc grips your ass and your hips and any skin he can find, grabby like a man who’s never touched a woman before and is just amazed by the way they feel. He grunts and groans, dark and deep sounds that fill the room with your high-pitched whines as he continues to pound into you.

“M-Marc!” you gasp. “Fuck, feels good.”

He’s just as out of breath as you feel when he responds. “Yeah? You like that? You like when I fuck you into the floor like this?”

You nod, holding the mat tighter and fluttering around him helplessly. “Yess, ‘s fuckin’ ama-zing.”

He chuckles at the way your words slur together, punctuated by harsh thrusts that make you stutter. He leans his head back, his lips parting as a few loud breaths leave his chest. “Fuck, you feel so fucking perfect, baby. Perfect for me.”

You preen under his praise, shuddering when his hands caressing your naked body. But you whine and whimper when he pulls out of you. Marc sighs as he smacks your side lightly, flipping you back onto your back as he immediately bends down and starts kissing you, his mouth all over your body to taste your skin. He encourages your legs over his shoulders, effectively folding you in half and making you moan loudly when he thrusts into you again. His hips snap into you quickly and you feel like you’ll bust if he keeps going.

You reach up and grab his face, pulling his forehead against yours and ignoring the ache in your thighs when you do so. The sounds of your heavy breathing and his hips slapping against your wet pussy fill the room, and it’s absolutely filthy as you continue to moan for him.

When his thumb finds your throbbing clit once more, your eyes flutter as you whine almost pathetically. “Ahh, fuck,” you curse, pulling his closer. “Fuck, you’re gonna…make me cum.”

He nods, rubbing your clit harder and loving the way your arousal has coated your inner thighs and his, making you absolutely wet and soaked and giving him a much easier advantage with your clit. “Cum for me, baby. Then I’ll cum for you.”

He isn’t rough with your clit, he’s hardly ever rough with your clit. Marc is always insistent whenever it comes to it, he rubs fast circles that build you up so quickly and it makes your head swarm. That’s what he does now, building you up and up and up until you come crashing down with a loud cry of pleasure, which blinds you and has you calling Marc’s name like a forgotten deity.

“Marc! Fuck, I’m cumming,” you whimper loudly. You clench down around him, fluttering uncontrollably as you suck him in.

He keeps fucking you, fast and rough and deep and a little louder as you orgasm pushes him closer to his own edge. He doesn’t stop rubbing your clit, even after you’ve come down. You squirm as the aftershocks of pleasure sting, but he’s so attune to your body that it doesn’t take long for it to ease and return to that blossoming pleasure in your belly.

Marc’s free hand smooths up the underside of your leg and you whimper a little when he moves it even further, spreading you wider to get a deeper angle inside of you. He curses under his breath, catching your lips quickly. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” You squeeze harder. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

His cock twitches inside of you, and you bring him into another kiss. He cums inside of you, gripping your thigh tight and trying to keep his rhythm on your clit as he grunts loudly. “Fuck!” he nearly shouts. “Fuck, babygirl. You’re fucking perfect.”

He flicks his wrists as you join him in another orgasm, moaning weakly as you gush around him. He keeps fucking into you as you both cum, though his thrusts are choppy and short. He grinds his cock deep inside of you, and you both catch your breaths as the last waves of pleasure rock through you.

You sigh longingly, whining when he pulls out of you and whining again when he lets your legs down and you feel the way they ache from being up for so long. You kiss Marc again, and he opens his eyes to look at you. “I love you,” you assure him.

Marc smiles, a slow one that slowly consumes his face with a too-fond expression. He kisses your lips and the corner of your mouth and then your forehead and you feel warm inside at the affection. “I love you, too, baby,” he says. “Love you so much.”

“Good,” you sigh. “Now it’s time to shower. I’m fucking soaked.”

He laughs heartily, sitting up and holding out a hand to ease you up as well. “No kidding.” He glances at the both of you, cum covering your thighs and his and leaving you with a big mess to clean. “We’ll have to do this floor thing again, though.”

You pat his chest, already walking away as you smile fondly, letting him trail after you like a puppy. “Mhm.”

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[starkrpro]

tony making peter do stretches every single day. not for his physical well-being, but so that tony has a little bit of entertainment before work. there is literally no point in pete doing this whatsoever on top of his training, and he knows it, tony knows it, but clearly the rest of the avengers aren’t as aware.

cue bucky walking into peter’s bedroom without knocking one morning because peter doesn’t like coffee, and bucky found a brand that he is eager to show peter. it’s decaf, and god, he’s annoyed at having to start a new batch of coffee and kool-aid every time the kid visits just because they can’t agree on a goddamn beverage.

after entering the boy’s room? the bag of coffee falls from bucky’s grip, all three men staring blankly at each other in slight disbelief. peter, his lovely, angelic peter, has his legs around his head while tony’s watching him like he’s starving and pete’s the first meal he’s had in weeks. considering the fact that peter would have yelled at bucky for help by now if it was actually necessary, bucky has the faintest idea that peter may be more fucked up than he could have ever expected, or it’s totally innocent and he’s the fucked up one.

his eyes drift away from the angel on the yoga mat, to tony, who’s clearing his throat.

“believe it or not, barnes, i’ve gotten pretty good at sharing over the last few years.” a wink is sent his way, along with tony patting the spot next to him on the bed. he proposes his offer as if it’s the most casual thing ever, as if observing peter in such a way is something that comes naturally to everyone. for some reason, peter’s permission doesn’t matter if tony’s willing to do it. why wasn’t peter objecting?

bucky is convinced he’s possessed as his legs start dragging him to the best seat in the building. it also takes him a moment to realize why peter is always so out of breath and flushed during breakfast—it’s definitely not due to the stretching.

[valhallaas]

Sun Across The Sky

pairing: jake hangman seresin x icarus!reader

word count: 2.9k

summary: you flew too closely to the sun, but Jake Seresin would die before he’d let you fall.

warnings: smut 18+ (minors dni) p in v, cream pie, near death experience, mild angst

a/n: soft jake. i love soft jake. we all deserve soft jake for just a moment.

It starts at dawn. The slow-flowing creek, the wildflowers slowly overgrown on the bank, the canopy of vibrantly colored leaves swaying softly in the warm late-summer air, blending beautifully into the warmth of the orange sherbet skyline. Deep inhale, slow exhale. Your arms swing out and above your head, fingers dancing in the wind, reaching for the last of the stars before they disappear with the sunlight. The sound of running footfalls echo through the quiet as you bend forward, palms touching the blue yoga mat beneath you.

“You’re up early.”

Turning, one arm lifts up, placing you into the triangle pose. Jake stares down at you, backwards ballcap on his head, hands on his hips, and bare chest slightly heaving. The rising sun paints him in the warmest hues of oranges, yellows, and reds. Making his lightly tanned skin glow incandescently. His eyes crinkle with his smile — one that could rival the sun — sweat rolls down his body.

You raise your eyebrows at his statement. “I always wake with the sun.”

He says it like he doesn’t know that. You watch his grin widen, follow his movements until he's planting a kiss to your forehead before heading back to the house. Standing upright on your feet, you inhale and exhale, inhale and exhale. Moments pass but you still feel the heat, the lingering burn from his skin on yours. You couldn’t help but wonder if he knew. Glancing up, the clouds are cast with a golden hue, begging you to get lost in them. The warmth of the sun coats you, wanting you closer. A small smile tugs at your lips. The sky is calling you.

Jake’s stepping out of the shower when you finally make your way inside. Setting the yoga mat by the full length mirror, you watch him get ready. He’s built like he was carved from marble — shaped intentionally, painstakingly, wondrously — each hard-line and defined muscle. A god in his own right. But it isn’t his build or golden skin and blonde hair that inevitably pulls everyone's attention to him whenever he walks into a room — it’s his energy. His aura.

He’s like a beacon, a lighthouse, illuminating the entire room in the kind of magnetic energy that pulls your attention, just by being in it. When his eyes flick over to meet yours in the reflection, his brows raise, and you can’t help the flirtatious wink that causes him to shake his head with a light chuckle.

You turn to face him when he walks over to you. Warm hands grip tightly onto your hips before trailing up your sides, goosebumps breaking out across your bare skin. It’s not often he touches you like this. Normally it’s a hand on your lower back, a kiss to your forehead, lingering looks from across the room. You’re a secret hidden underneath the bed sheets, confined to the four walls of your bedroom. Nobody knows — nobody needs to know. More than anything you’re best friends. Never one without the other. You, Icarus, and he, Apollo. Your head in the clouds and the sun follows him wherever he goes.

Your hands run up his arms, rubbing at his shoulders, scratching up the back of his neck. One hand trails back down, index finger catching the chain hanging around his neck. You thumb at the dogtags, the imprint of his name against your skin. It’s the golden pendant that has your attention. A sun engraved into metal. His lips crash into your own when he pulls you by your own dogtags, a matching pendant hanging between them.

His tongue drags across your fluttering pulse, and when he sucks your skin hard enough to leave a bruise, your fingers splayed open on his broad shoulders, digging into the taut muscle that flexes as he draws you closer. Calloused hands pull at your sports bra, the cool morning air drawing your nipples taunt.

His hands slide down your back, holding you close as he leans forward and lays you down on the sea of blankets. You’ve been together too long for you to be embarrassed by the whimper of a moan that escapes you when his teeth tug harder on your nipple before laving the ache with his tongue while his hand palms your other breast, playing mercilessly with the nipple until your back is arching off the mattress, eyes rolling back.

His hand falls away from your breast, and you nearly squeak in indignation until the feel of his calloused fingers slides between your thighs. Fingers dig into the stretchy material of your shorts, your own hands trailing down to free your body of the material. Jake groans, watching you.

“I knew you weren’t wearing any panties.”

“Never do.”

You’ve never given it much thought, but if you had to imagine heaven, this would be it. A sunlit morning, tangled sheets, gentle words, rough hands. An endless loop of intimate moments, of vulnerable confessions, of whispered promises, of sex so intense your mind fractures and pieces itself back together. Your souls touch, they echo across countless lifetimes.

Jake’s thumb teases your clit, rubbing slow, torturous circles that make your legs spasm every time the callous on the side of his thumb grazes the bud of nerves, lighting up every nerve ending in your body like a firework show.

You attempt to tug him closer, to shift your hips forward, to add more pressure, to silently ask him to go faster. God, please go faster. But he doesn't oblige. Rather, he pulls your hands off his body and locks them into an inescapable hold above your head, pinned against the pillows — a silent demand to not rush him, to let him take his time. A silent promise to make it worth your while.

When his thumb finds your clit again it's an even softer touch — a whisper rather than steady contact. And somehow, somehow that barely there touch, that torturously reserved brush of his thumb has your eyes flying wide and your back arching off the bed so intensely your breath lodges in your throat.

You tug, trying to get your wrists free, the demand to pull him closer nearly short-circuiting your brain, but his hold on them doesn't budge.

"Mmm, how do you want to come, honey?" He hums against your skin, biting down on the hickey he's leaving on the swell of your breast before moving his attention to the other one. His thumb keeps a teasing pace on your clit, giving you more pressure and easing off just when the pressure in your lower belly begins to build.

Up, up, up and then gone.

So close, so so close, and then poof.

Gone.

His tongue drags across your nipple before he pulls back and blows a cool breath of air across the glistening nerves, sending a rush of goosebumps across your entire body.

His thumb adds a little more pressure, a little more friction, and you’re sure you might cry. You might actually cry. It feels so good.

Your entire body is tense, nearly about to hit that peak when he pulls his thumb away again.

Your head slams back against the bed, frustration flooding your veins. Your orgasm is trying to break free, to claw its way out of you. Like water receding from the shore before a tsunami, the air in your lungs is gone, the control over your shaking legs, your shaking arms, your shaking hands — towed away from you.

He sucks on your nipple hard enough to fling white dots over your vision like confetti, and even now, you can feel the haughty smile tugging at his lips as he pulls back to watch you writhe under him because he knows, he knows you're too far gone to answer him.

"Like this?" he slides a finger into you and you nearly shatter. Nearly, nearly, nearly. Please.

You can't breathe. You can't think. You can't respond. You shake your head and tug your wrists feebly. You want him. You want him.

He adds another finger and you moan so loud it echoes back to you.

He curses, pulls his fingers away, and as you nearly break into hysterics at the loss of contact, at the loss of the climax that was so close you could nearly taste the endorphins on your tongue, he releases your wrists and wraps your legs around his hips.

"No. No sweet girl, you're going to come with my cock buried deep in your pretty pussy." His words are a promise against your ear and finally, finally he thrusts into you as he murmurs against your lips. "Come on my cock, baby. Let me see how fucking gorgeous you are when you come on my cock."

It's instantaneous. The tsunami hits with the first thrust of his hips and your throat burns with the scream that rips through your room. It's nearly a sob — a sob of relief, a sob of ecstasy, a sob of pure pleasure.

Every nerve in your body is a live wire, lighting up with the kind of mind numbing sensation that pulls you down so deep you can't process anything other than the feel of the waves. Like you’re just under the surface of the ocean, being pulled along with each rise and crash of the tide.

And then you blink and see the brilliant sunlight coaxing you back toward the surface, back to the air, back to reality. And it's only when you break the surface and your lungs unfreeze, helplessly tasting your first breath of air since they froze in your chest, that you realize the sun has been shrouded by a passing storm cloud, and the light, that brilliant light that brought you back is still here, radiating from the man on top of you. His face is nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his hips reaching a crescendo that sends another aftershock of pleasure flooding up your spine and he buries himself deep inside of you and stills, the heat of his climax pulsing inside of you, sliding down your thighs.

The room is silent other than your heavy breathing. Your fingers card through his hair, his lips grazing your collarbones. It’s only when your breathing steadies and your body completely relaxes that Jake scoops you up and heads into the shower.

“Ask the sunflower who she used to be, she will tell you she was the mortal who fell in love with me.” He hums.

Your head rests lazily on his shoulder, the warm spray hitting your back. This was the perks of waking with the sun. There’s no rush. Rough fingers trail up and down your spine. He didn’t need to get in the shower again, but he knows it’s a comfort.

“I think if I gave you my heart you’d treat it tenderly.” You whisper into his skin.

“Icarus,”

Meeting his gaze, your breath catches. Jake’s looking at you with such devotion, total adoration. There is no questioning how he feels for you. You know without a second thought that he’d go to the end of the world for you. Smiling softly, you push up on your toes, lips meshing softly with his.

It’s a Sunny afternoon. Not a cloud in the sky. A perfect day for flying. You and the rest of the dagger squad are sitting around the empty classroom. It’s a Friday, the last day of the month, and something in your veins sings. Turning to look when you hear approaching footsteps, your eyebrows raise at the devious look written all over Maverick’s face.

“Who’s up for a dogfight?”

You turn to meet your wingman’s excited gaze. In the end it’s always you and Coyote up against Rooster and Hangman. Nine times out of ten, you come out on top. Maverick is barking out instructions as you make your way to Javy. But you pause, brows furrowing when Mav repeats his words. Teams are being split up. Suddenly you’re looking into familiar sea glass eyes. A crooked grin taking up his face.

“Looks like I’m your wingman, Icarus.”

There’s no hiding your smile. When was the last time you had flown with Jake? When you were both stationed in Lemoore. God, that was right after you graduated Top Gun.

“You ready to win for once?”

“Ouch,” Rooster says appearing next to you. “That hurt.”

You snort, turning to Javy, his hand already out for your secret handshake. “See you up there.”

“See you up there.” You turn to Rooster with a grin. “Fights on.”

Maverick always makes the four of you go last. It’s a training exercise, it’s not supposed to be fun. When you love doing what you’re doing, and love the people you’re doing it with, how could it not be fun? You’re all so competitive too, so it makes it easier.

Up in the air, head in the clouds surrounded by golden sunlight, Jake’s voice in your ear — you’re right where you’re meant to be. A dynamite duo, the both of you falling into place like you’ve never been separated. Coyote gets marked first, and you can’t help your wince. Better him than you. Rooster’s pulling out all the stops, but he’s flying like he’s forgotten who his wingman is, and who’s team he’s on.

“That’s a kill.”

You giggle at the smirk in Jake’s voice. Can only picture the annoyance that decorates Rooster’s brow. Why Jake got under his skin so much, you didn’t know. They’ve gotten better, but it's still funny from time to time. You look over when Jake appears next to you, he nods, motioning for you to head back to base.

It’s a bird strike.

There are too many voices raging in your head, trying to be heard over the excessive blaring of alarms. It’s not your first time, the left engine is out. It’s fine. You know what to do. Jake’s voice echoes in your ears when you go to start the right engine. It’s on fire.

You’re burning in the sky. It’s fine. You’re cool, calm and collected. Until you eject and your parachute isn’t working. It’s not fucking opening. You tug and tug only to get the same result. If you make it out alive, you’ll never be able to fly again. It’s the first time you’ve ever taken your callsign to heart. Icarus. Would Apollo really let you fall? Catch fire by the very sun that he pulls across the sky? Would he stand by and watch as the wax melted from your wings?

You remember the poem your mother used to read to you. About how Icarus laughed as he fell. The sun painted everything in shades of gold. He was the center of the fire. Triumphant in his fall, even though he should be soaring. Death breathed burning kisses, blazing trails down your back. Your screams go lost in the wind. Pulling and pulling you could not bring yourself to laugh. Your Apollo would never let this happen to you. Images of Jake and the life you have, the future you want flash before your eyes. Your eyes meet the sun, and you feel its warmth. You know what it was like to fly, and now you know what it was like to fall.

One more time, one more tug. Your breaths are short, eyes glued to the ground that is coming up fast. One more tug. With all the strength you have, you pull, and by some miracle, the parachute opens.

Tilting your head back, eyes on the sun, you can’t help but laugh.

You can tell you’re in a hospital by the starile air. Your body aches, but at least you know you’re alive. You can hear the heart monitor, the steady beeping. But the sound of your name catches your attention. Jake’s sitting beside the bed, your hand wrapped up in both of his, his lips brushing against your skin as he speaks.

“— take her away from me. I wouldn’t survive.”

This is something you shouldn’t be listening in on. Jake talking to a higher power, about you of all things. You flex your fingers wrapped up with his, letting him know you’re awake.

“Fuck, honey,” he says as your eyes open. “You scared me.”

“Scared you? I lived up to my callsign, Seresin.”

“Why did you wait so long?”

You cocked your head, brows furrowing. “Wait so long for what?”

“I watched you fall, Icarus. Why did you wait so long to pull the shute?”

“I-I didn’t. The parachute malfunctioned, Jake. I can’t tell you how many times I pulled on it before it finally gave.”

Jake shakes his head, grip tightening on you. “Are you telling me I could’ve lost you?”

You smile, pulling your hand free to trail your fingers along his chain, thumbing over the rising sun. “I don’t think he would’ve let me fall.”

“Who?”

“Apollo.” You say, meeting his eyes. “He let his own Icarus fall, I don’t think he could do it a second time. I think he knew how much I needed my Apollo.”

He doesn’t say anything, eyes closing when your hand cups his cheek, five o’clock shadow rough against your palm. Your heart breaks when a tear falls from his eye. Pulling him to you, your lips clash with his, clumsily reminding him that you’re right here.

“I love you, you can’t leave me.”

As if. You couldn’t leave him if you tried. Drawn to him always. He’s the reason you're alive, you’re sure of it. So you smile, leaning in to kiss him once more.

“I love you too.”

[kittysdiary]

What are some good workouts for wanting no waist?

Well basically a hourglass workout , because i don’t know where to start

Here is my workout routine!

Side note: I have PCOS (Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome) so my workouts are low intensity with a big focus on lifting weights as it is more beneficial to my health + weight loss journey. I’ve done HIIT and CrossFit in the past, both are fun and a great way to incorporate cardio into your workouts.

{Gym}

Day 1: Lower Body

I typically go until failure aka as many reps as I can do on my leg days. But doing 3 sets of 15 reps is a good starting point or doing as many reps as you can within 60 seconds. Play around with the weights on each machine and do as many sets and reps your body is most comfortable with doing.

10-15 minute warm up on the StairMaster

Leg Press Machine 3x15

Seated Leg Curl Machine 3x15

Hip Abductor Machine 3x15

Glute Kick Back Machine 3x15

Leg Extension Machine 3x15

Weighted Hip Thrusts 3x15

Weighted Lunges 3x15

Weighted Squats 3x15

Don’t forget to do glute activations with a resistance band my favs include: fire hydrants, donkey kicks, leg kickbacks, glute bridge and hip abductors.

Day 2: Upper Body

15-20 minute warm up on the Treadmill. (Low speed + at an incline)

Seated Row Machine 3x15

Torso Rotation Machine 3x15

Chest Press Machine 3x15

Shoulder Press Machine 3x15

Wide Grip Lat Pulldowns 3x15 (pull downs are really great for that snatched waist look! there are so many variations to try but these workouts are gonna be your bestie trust!)

Any of the Crunch Machines 3x15

How you build your workout routine is completely up to you and your research. I personally try to go to the gym 3-4 days a week with 3 days focused on glutes!

Day 1 would be a leg day, Day 2 would be an upper body day, Day 3 would be another leg day and Day 4 would be a mix of upper and lower body.

Some people prefer having different days dedicated to target specific areas in an in depth way like one day for legs, one day for abs, one day for arms and one day for back!

{At Home}

I like to follow fitness YouTubers who have free workouts plans to follow while you’re at home. JaneKate Fitness is my fav and she posts workout routines to follow each month!

Here are some at home equipment I’ve invested in for my at home workouts:

Yoga Mat

Resistance Bands

Ankle Weights

Dumbbells

Kettle Bell

These are just a few examples of exercises you can use as a starting point. Fitness is such a broad topic so there’s a lot of information surrounding it.

I built my workout routine by doing lots of research and watching workout videos + fitness routine videos on both TikTok and YouTube.

Remember to stay hydrated and focus on being the best you can be for yourself!

[themidnightguardian]

The Hinata Effect (5/5)

Haikyuu | Hinata Shouyou/Miya Atsumu | Rating: T | Mini-Series: Five Times People Got Caught up in the Hinata Effect | each segment can be read as a standalone

warnings: non-graphic allusions to sex, Atsumu being a trainwreck of emotions

pt. 1 (TsukkiHina) | pt. 2 (KageHina) | pt. 3 (KenHina) | pt. 4 (OiHina)

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If you ask Osamu, Atsumu’s been pining after Hinata Shouyou for years. Since that first volleyball match between Karasuno and Inarizaki, even. It’s been hilariously pathetic.

If you ask Atsumu, first of all, he doesn’t pine. Second of all, really, the whole “holy shit he’s hot” moment didn’t happen until Shouyou walked into the MSBY Black Jackals open tryouts looking like sin itself and proceeded to kick ass.

(The only person who knows that Atsumu spent the next 48 hours repeatedly cycling through, “But I’m straight,” and, “Apparently Not,” is Sakusa Kiyoomi, and only because he accidentally walked in on Atsumu panic making onigiri at 5 AM in the communal kitchen. Atsumu had looked up, said, “I think I might be a little gay.” Sakusa, deciding that this was the timeline that God had abandoned, walked right back out.)

Being on a team with Shou-chan is divine torture. He is, hands-down, the most fun spiker to set for. Shouyou defies gravity, bends the laws of nature whenever they don’t suit him, and there’s something mesmerizing in the way he moves. It’s not that the others aren’t as good—despite the ribbing and teasing, Atsumu does genuinely like Omi-kun, and Bokuto is always a good time both on and off the court—but he likes Shouyou best.

Maybe it’s that Shouyou never wants Atsumu to stop setting for him, and Atsumu never gets tired of having someone to set for. Maybe it’s that Shouyou’s eyes are burnt-toffee brown and they shine so bright after every point he wins. Maybe it’s the way Shouyou bounces up to him, tucks himself under Atsumu’s arm without even thinking about it, like personal space is irrelevant and unnecessary, and talks near-endlessly about the different plays they could pull off. Maybe it’s the intensity of his focus, or the firm grip of his hand when he claps Atsumu on the shoulder, or…

Or maybe it’s that, in the early mornings, Shou-chan will sometimes seem quieter, more centered, fresh off his meditation and yoga routine. He’s graceful on the court and graceful as he bends himself into a dozen different shapes—each of which Atsumu has distinct and vivid fantasies about—but when he stumbles into the kitchen, he sometimes catches his hip on the corner of the counter. He’ll offer to make Atsumu breakfast—usually eggs and fruit, or yogurt and fruit, or, if he’s breaking the diet they’re supposed to be on, cornmeal cakes and fruit and ham, all things he picked up from Brazil—because Atsumu is always awake to watch Hinata do yoga to get an early start on his day.

It's one thing to think Hinata is hot, which he is, and for Atsumu to imagine what it’d be like to bend Hinata into one of those downward dog positions on Atsumu’s bed instead of a yoga mat, or get off to an illicit fantasy or ten about what might happen if the two of them were the last ones in the locker room at the end of practice. It’s another thing entirely to dream about some domestic shit where they take turns making dinner in their own house instead of the team apartment complex, to dream about the simplicity of just taking Shouyou’s hand and holding it, to dream about Shou-chan taking him to Brazil to meet the people who’ve become so important to him there, like a second family.

Osamu figures out that it’s more than just physical attraction or admiration for Shouyou’s skill approximately 27 seconds into one of their phone-calls and proceeds to laugh his ass off about it for a solid five minutes straight before saying, “Shoulda known you’d be stupid ‘bout this too.” And then he’d hung up.

Atsumu would like to think he’s not so obvious, that ‘Samu only knows ‘cause of twin shit. He’s pretty sure most of the team doesn’t know. Outside of practice, he only really spends time with Hinata, Sakusa, and Bokuto. And Bokuto’s kind of obtuse about a lot of stuff, probably because it’s Akaashi-Simp-Hours 24/7 in his head. But Atsumu should have known Omi-kun would figure it out.

“Eugh,” he says in Atsumu’s general direction a minimum of twelve times a day, usually when he catches Atsumu distractedly ogling Shouyou. Omi-kun, who seems like he doesn’t like anybody, does actually like Shou-chan, so he probably doesn’t think Atsumu’s good enough for him, but he also has a very firm “if it’s not my business, it’s not my problem” policy. Which is good for Atsumu.

What’s not good for Atsumu—not good for his heart, which is about to beat out of his chest, or his lungs, which have decided to stop functioning altogether—is the way Shouyou is standing in the doorway to Atsumu’s room with a slightly-sheepish, slightly-sly smile.

It’s past midnight, and they’ve finally wrapped up the after-party from celebrating their first defeat of the Adlers for the season. Some members of the other team had come, surprisingly amicable despite losing; Atsumu knows Omi-kun spent most of the evening quietly conversing with Ushiwaka, knows that Shouyou and Kageyama and Bokuto had gotten into something of a drinking contest—Atsumu wasn’t jealous, he wasn’t, even if everyone and their mother knows Kageyama was Shou-chan’s first love.

(Well, first human love, considering Shouyou’s first love is and always will be volleyball.)

Atsumu also knows that Kageyama, who apparently cannot hold his liquor as well as Shouyou can, is passed out in Shouyou’s room right now, on Shouyou’s bed, probably in some of Shouyou’s clothes—if there are any that would fit him—or maybe even naked, since his own clothes smelled pretty strongly of alcohol. He’ll never say it out loud, but this is one of Atsumu’s worst nightmares: that despite all the time and distance and experience between them now, Shouyou and Kageyama will continue to circle back to each other through some force of nature or fate, and there’s nothing Atsumu can do—even if he was brave enough to tell Shou-chan his feelings, even if those feelings were reciprocated in some way—to keep it from happening.

And yet.

Shouyou is here, standing in Atsumu’s doorway.

“Watcha doin’ Shou-chan?” he asks, because he has to say something, because he doesn’t understand what’s happening.

“Bakageyama’s taking up the whole bed,” Shouyou says, pouting. Atsumu’s about 90% sure it’s an act of some sort, but he doesn’t know what the end game is.

“I’m sure ya could fit,” Atsumu says, and then immediately wants to punch himself.

Shouyou’s head tips to the side, those toffee eyes wide and not-quite-innocent. “Why would I do that, Atsumu?”

He swallows harshly. Shouyou doesn’t call him Atsumu, not since Bokuto got everyone started on Tsum Tsum. And no one says his name like that, a little drawn out, quiet and serious, maybe a little teasing, and wow, yeah, Atsumu didn’t know hearing Shouyou say his name like that was going to put a serious fracture in his self-control. He’s pretty sure he’s blushing.

Something cautious flickers over Shouyou’s face, a tiny furrow in his brow, and he says, “Unless…if I’m wrong, I’m sorry, I—”

“No.” Atsumu’s speaking before he’s even aware of it. Something is happening here, something tremendous, and Atsumu is not going to let it slip by just because he’s a little terrified of his own feelings. There’s no doubting what Shouyou’s getting at, and the last thing in the world that Atsumu wants is for Shouyou to second-guess himself now. “Yer not…yer not wrong.”

“Oh.” And then Shouyou smiles, one of those slower, slyer curves of the mouth that hold a promise of something. “Good.”

(Atsumu wakes up to Shouyou’s body tucked firmly against his own, Shouyou’s mouth brushing the base of his throat, hot breath fanning across his collarbone. One of his own legs is tucked between Shouyou’s, and one of Shouyou’s is thrown over his hip. Atsumu is half-hard in his boxers and he doesn’t even care. Sex is the furthest thing from his mind at this moment, because all he can do is marvel at how perfectly Shouyou fits against him, how peaceful it is to wake up like this, how the sun is just peeking through the window, catching on the very tips of Shouyou’s hair, which means he’ll wake up soon and probably start his morning routine, and maybe they’ll have breakfast together, and Atsumu…

Atsumu is not sure yet, if he’s really in love or if he only thinks he is. But he hopes Shouyou will let him find out.)

[koshayoga1]

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[teaandfiction-28]

Hi! I was wondering if you could Smut Prompt 9! Even though I love all those prompts this is the one that caught my attention! <3

Hi Anon! 🙂 

So, I’ve had this thought of Hank at prenatal classes living rent-free in my head ever since I wrote Perfect Storm so I really, really enjoyed writing this one. 

Hope you enjoy reading! 

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Prompt: “Who knew you were this kinky?”

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Smut, Language, Daddy Kink, Pregnancy Sex [18+ Only]

Timeline: Set just before C39 of Perfect Storm. 

‘Daddy’.

One word. Two syllables. Five letters.

He’d never really thought about the moniker in a sexual way until it had fallen unbidden from her lips in that sweet, sensual tone and, ever since, he hadn’t been able to think about it without his dick twitching in his pants. 

Not only was it incredibly inconvenient, it was becoming a fairly sizeable problem. 

‘And you must be daddy?’ The spritely, albeit slightly kooky, prenatal instructor had said as she welcomed them to their first class with a warm smile, entirely oblivious to the fact that she had just inadvertently transported him back to a few days prior when Kate had raked her nails down his sweaty chest and breathlessly begged for ‘more, please daddy!’.

He had forced what he’d hoped was a genuine smile onto his face and introduced himself by name but, in his peripheral vision, he could see Kate tugging her lower lip between her teeth in an effort not to laugh at his obvious discomfort. 

There was absolutely no doubt about it; she was going to be the death of him.

Later on as he sat behind her on a garish pink yoga mat kneading the tight muscles of her lower back with strong, nimble fingers, he waited for the instructor to divert her attention to a young couple on the other side of the room before leaning forwards and brushing his lips against the shell of her ear. 

“Is daddy making you feel good, hmm?”

Her response was instantaneous, head falling back to rest on his shoulder with a quiet groan, the familiar warmth of arousal blooming low in her belly as his breath ghosted over the sensitive patch of skin just below her ear. 

By the time they got back to her apartment, he had barely closed the door behind him when she pounced, her fingers gripping the front of his coat so that she could tug him down for a bruising kiss, her tongue immediately demanding entry to the hot cavern of his mouth. Clothes and shoes were strewn carelessly on the hardwood floor as they blindly moved towards the bedroom, hands sliding over warm flesh and urgent lips battling for dominance. 

Within minutes they were completely naked, Hank situated in the middle of the bed with his back against the headboard as Kate settled herself in his lap, knees braced on the soft mattress either side of his lean hips. 

“This how you want me?” He murmured, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the line of her jaw, his lips following the long cord of muscle down her neck towards her collarbones where he sucked a series of deep bruises into the tender flesh, his skin prickling with desire when her appreciative moan echoed around the darkened room. 

“Uh-huh, just like this.” She breathed, sliding a hand between them to align the wide crest of him with her soaking centre, lowering herself down inch by inch until he was buried to the hilt. She paused for a beat, her inner walls pulsing rhythmically around him, their open mouths pressed together sharing short, staccato breaths. After a few moments of stillness, she began to roll her hips in a slow, rocking motion, a tight whine accompanying a zing of lust down her spine every time her swollen bundle of nerves grazed against his pelvis just so.

This late into her pregnancy they were somewhat restricted by her burgeoning bump but, with a bit of patience and creativity, they were having some of the best sex of their lives.

“What do you need sweetheart?” He husked, voice deep and gritty with arousal as he skimmed his hands up and over her ribs to cup her heavy beasts in both palms, the pads of his thumbs repeatedly brushing over her stiff peaks and he couldn’t help but grin at the needy sound that tore from her throat. 

“M-more.”

“More what?”

He knew exactly what she needed, he just wanted her to say it. Her eyes were closed, cheeks flushed an adorable shade of pink and her face was beginning to sheen with sweat as she braced her hands on his shoulders, writhing in his arms in a desperate attempt to find that perfect angle. 

Hank had always been naturally dominant in the bedroom but, when it came to Kate, it didn’t matter if he had her pinned to the mattress with his fingers wrapped around her long, beautiful throat, he was under no illusions that she was still very much the one in charge. And, quite frankly, he wouldn’t have it any other way. But hearing her vocalise just how much she needed him was just as much of a turn-on as having her submit to him; perhaps even more so. 

“Jesus Hank...please just touch me.” She whimpered, grasping one of his hands in hers, easing their entwined fingers down over her swollen stomach to where they were joined, guiding his fingertips to brush over her aching nub. 

When she was sure he had understood the assignment, she returned her hand to his shoulder, her nails biting into the rippling muscles as he edged her ever closer to that blissful peak. The pace and the pressure continued to build, Kate’s thighs trembling with exertion as she desperately rocked against him and, sensing she was close, Hank grasped a fistful of wavy locks and tugged her head backwards, forcing a slight change in angle that had bright lights flashing behind her eyelids. 

“You gonna come for daddy?”

His words were like pouring gasoline on an open flame, her entire body going completely rigid as she clamped down on him almost painfully, her hips jerking frantically as the wave of pleasure finally crested, her teeth sinking deep into the flesh of his shoulder. The pinch of pain combined with the impossible tightness pulsing around him was more than enough to tip him over the edge with a muffled grunt, shooting ribbon after ribbon of release inside of her with each upwards thrust until eventually he fell still, sweaty and spent. 

Kate lay completely boneless against his chest, her breath puffing against the damp skin of his throat as she fought to regulate her rapid heart rate. Hank’s fingertips danced soothingly up and down the length of her spine, absentmindedly tracing each vertebrae until eventually she shifted in his lap, a soft mewl escaping as he slipped from her body. 

“So...daddy, huh? Who knew you were this kinky?” He muttered wryly, pressing a soft kiss to her sweaty temple, his chest vibrating beneath her cheek with barely restrained laughter. 

“Let’s not get onto the topic of kinks, shall we?” She eased away from him slightly, lifting a coquettish eyebrow as she cupped his lightly stubbled jaw between her palms. “Not unless you’re ready for another round...Henry.”

‘Touche’.

[cascadianights]

Disabled Gardening

-YOGA MAT: Get a yoga mat or something similar that you can throw down on that mud and sit on - I do almost all my gardening from my little mat and it also gives you 1 clear section to work on

-TIME: I started prepping my garden this year at the beginning of winter, one plot at a time. Sometimes it takes hours to weed a tiny spot, sometimes I get a couple of plots done - I cover up what I've cleared with cardboard and come back to it when I have energy. When Spring gets closer, give yourself a couple of seed types a week to get done instead of trying to do them all at once - there's good charts online on what to plant when per zone

-NO TILL: There's other advantages to no till methods (doesn't disturb weed seeds or risk losing topsoil) but being able to lay down cardboard over a section and just leave it to prep itself is great. The grass and weeds should die within 3-6 weeks (see: time) and if you have decent soil you can pull the cardboard, throw amendments in, and plant. If your soil is unworkable have someone help throw dirt and amendments on TOP of the cardboard and plant there

-FREE STUFF: Money is always tight, but watching Craigslist or FB marketplace or similar can net you a good amount of free or very cheap supplies and plants. Local gardening, buy-nothing, gleaning, or agricultural sharing groups will have plants, seeds, supplies, and sometimes food. Seed libraries also exist and can sometimes be found at your local library! If you don't have room to plant you may have a local community garden you can apply for a spot in. Compost, wood chips, and leaves should all be posted for free pretty often

-TOOLS: The right tools can make a big difference, especially with things that depend on grip strength (like loppers or shears). Having ones that aren't rusted or dull make a big difference, and there are construction or art resale stores that may have tool options. Failing that I've found some good stuff at Goodwill over time. Having a cart that can easily cross whatever terrain you're working in can be helpful, pushing a typical wheelbarrow with any amount of weight through mud gets difficult Fast. The best I've seen for this is a design like the (unfortunately pricey ~$100) Gorilla Carts - something with 4 wheels, an easy to turn front, and a dumping option - I hope to have one someday. Also very very useful is a timer for your hoses and a sprinkler so plants get watered even on bad days (or weeks)

-FRIENDS: Asking for help sucks it is the worst thing in the world but alas we should do it anyways. Lots of people like to garden but don't and will have fun coming out and helping prep beds or plant seedlings with you, and in my experience maintaining a garden once that's done is the easy part - things don't need perfect weeding or care to grow and it feels like everything is less heavy than dirt and compost. Also, plant companion flowers that act as insect traps (baits them away from the plants you want) or repellant - nasturtium, marigold, there's a lot and they save you from having to actually deal w the pests most of the time.

[yuki4amano]

Chance Encounter in the Backyard

Yuki Amano let out a deep breath as she settled onto her yoga mat, the warm afternoon sun filtering through the trees in her backyard. This quiet, secluded space was her sanctuary, a refuge from the constant anxiety and self-doubt that plagued her. Here, she could immerse herself in the gentle flow of her practice, letting the worries of the outside world melt away, if only for a little while.

As she began to move through the familiar poses, Yuki felt a sense of peace wash over her. The rhythmic breathing and the stretch of her muscles provided a welcome distraction from the incessant chatter in her mind. She was so lost in the moment that she almost didn't notice the sudden rustling in the nearby bushes.

Startled, Yuki paused mid-pose, her heart racing. She scanned the area, wondering if she had simply imagined the sound. But then, a figure emerged from the greenery, causing Yuki to let out a small gasp.

A man, dressed in a dark hoodie and baseball cap, was crouched in the bushes, his eyes darting around nervously. Yuki's first instinct was to run, to retreat back into the safety of her home, but something about the man's demeanor gave her pause. He seemed more afraid than threatening.

Gathering her courage, Yuki took a step forward, clearing her throat to announce her presence. "Excuse me, is everything alright?"

The man's head snapped in her direction, his eyes widening behind the cap's brim. "Shh!" he hissed, raising a finger to his lips. "Please, don't make any noise. I'm... I'm hiding."

Yuki blinked, her brow furrowing in confusion. "Hiding?" she echoed, her voice barely above a whisper. "From what?"

The man hesitated, glancing around the backyard once more. "From my... fans," he admitted, his shoulders sagging. "I'm a pro hero, and they've been following me all day. I just needed a moment of peace and quiet."

Yuki's eyes widened in surprise. A pro hero? In her backyard? She couldn't believe her luck – or rather, her misfortune. Yuki was a secret fan of Deku, one of the top heroes in the country, and the thought of being in his presence was both thrilling and terrifying. She had always admired his bravery and dedication, but the idea of actually interacting with him, let alone having him hide in her own backyard, was enough to make her palms sweaty and her heart race.

Swallowing hard, Yuki nodded slowly. "I... I see," she murmured, her gaze darting around nervously. "Well, you're welcome to stay, I suppose. Just... try to keep quiet, okay?"

The man's face lit up with relief, and he offered her a grateful smile. "Thank you, truly. I won't be long, I promise." He settled back into the bushes, tucking himself away as best he could.

Yuki stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do. Part of her wanted to run and tell everyone that Deku, the famous pro hero, was hiding in her backyard, but the overwhelming anxiety that gripped her prevented her from doing so. Instead, she slowly made her way back to her yoga mat, trying to resume her practice, but finding it increasingly difficult to focus.

Every few moments, Yuki's gaze would flick towards the bushes, her curiosity and admiration for the hero warring with her crippling social anxiety. She couldn't believe that Deku, the symbol of peace and justice, was mere feet away, yet she was too terrified to approach him or even acknowledge his presence.

As the minutes ticked by, Yuki could feel the tension building within her. She had always been painfully shy, struggling to even order her own food at a restaurant, let alone interact with a celebrity. The idea of revealing her secret admiration for Deku was enough to make her stomach churn with dread.

Just when Yuki thought she couldn't take the anticipation any longer, the man in the bushes stirred, slowly emerging from his hiding spot. Yuki held her breath, her eyes fixed on him as he dusted off his clothes and straightened his cap.

"Well, I think it's safe to come out now," he said, flashing Yuki a grateful smile. "Thank you for your discretion. I really appreciate you not giving me away."

Yuki nodded, her mouth suddenly dry. "Of course," she managed to croak out, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm... I'm glad I could help."

The man studied her for a moment, his brow furrowing slightly. "You know, you look familiar," he mused, taking a step closer. "Have we met before?"

Yuki's heart pounded in her chest as she shook her head quickly. "No, no, I don't think so," she stammered, her gaze darting away from his. "I, um, I'm Yuki. Yuki Amano."

"Yuki, huh?" The man's lips curved into a warm smile. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Izuku Midoriya."

Yuki's eyes widened in surprise, and she had to resist the urge to blurt out, "I know who you are!" Instead, she nodded, offering him a shy smile in return. "It's nice to meet you too, Izuku."

As the two stood there, an awkward silence settled between them. Yuki could feel the weight of Izuku's gaze on her, and she fidgeted nervously, unsure of what to say. Part of her wanted to ask him a million questions, to gush about how much she admired his heroic exploits, but the anxiety that gripped her made it impossible to form the words.

Finally, Izuku cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "Well, I suppose I should be on my way. Thank you again for your help, Yuki. I really appreciate it."

Yuki nodded, relief and disappointment warring within her. "Of course," she murmured, watching as Izuku turned and made his way towards the gate, disappearing from her backyard and her life as quickly as he had appeared.

As Yuki stared at the spot where Izuku had been, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret. She had been given a rare opportunity to interact with her hero, and she had let it slip through her fingers, paralyzed by her own fears and insecurities. With a heavy sigh, she gathered her yoga mat and headed back inside, her mind already whirling with the events of the afternoon.

Little did she know, this chance encounter was just the beginning of a journey that would change her life in ways she could never have imagined.

[enby-nyc]

The 9 Most Effective FTM Home Workouts When Transitioning | ENBYNYC

Are you looking for the most effective FTM workouts that will help you build a ton of muscle and make you feel awesome during your transition? You've come to the right place! This blog post will discuss nine different workouts that are perfect for FTMs. The purpose of these exercises is to assist in the development of muscle and strength, and they can be performed at home with a minimum of equipment.

So, whether you're just starting your transition or you've been living as a man for a while, these workouts will help you reach your fitness goals!

What Are The Benefits Of FTM Workouts?

FTM workouts are designed to help transmansc individuals improve their physical appearance. Working out can provide several benefits, including:

Increased muscle mass and strength

Improved circulation and endurance

Enhanced self-image and confidence

Reduced stress levels

Improve cardiovascular health

Different Kinds Of Equipment You Need For FTM Workouts

When it comes to working out, you can use a variety of equipment. You don't have to invest in a ton of expensive gym equipment - there are plenty of ways to get an effective workout with minimal resources. Some common pieces of equipment include:

• Resistance bands

Workouts can benefit greatly from the addition of resistance, which can be provided with resistance bands. They come in various lengths, widths, and levels of resistance, so you can choose the best option for you.

• Kettlebells

Kettlebells are versatile pieces of equipment that you can use for a variety of exercises. Utilizing kettlebells in your workouts, whether it be squats, presses, or swings, is an excellent method to ramp up the difficulty of your routines.

• Dumbbells and barbells

Dumbbells and barbells are classic pieces of gym equipment that you can use to target specific muscles. You can buy them at most sporting goods stores or online.

• Medicine balls

Medicine balls provide an effective way to work your core, as well as other muscle groups. Usually, they range in weight from four to 25 pounds.

• Yoga blocks and straps

Yoga blocks and straps are great for stretching, which is an important part of any workout regimen. They can also be used to help with balance postures.

• Yoga mats

Yoga mats are essential for any kind of yoga practice. They provide cushion and grip, so you can stay comfortable while working out.

What To Wear When Doing Home Workouts as a Transmasc Person

When doing home workouts, it's important to wear the right clothes. This will help you feel comfortable and allow you to move freely.

Sports Bra - Sports bras are designed to provide support and a comfortable fit. Because they are available in a wide range of designs and dimensions, you should have no difficulties finding the model that best suits your FTM training needs.

Tank Tops - Tank tops are great for workouts because they keep you cool while allowing you to move freely. Plus, they come in different colors and patterns, so you can express yourself.

Shorts - Shorts are essential for any kind of workout, especially if you're doing an outdoor activity.

Compression Clothing - Compression clothing is designed to help increase circulation and reduce muscle fatigue. This is especially beneficial if you are doing more intense workouts.

Sports chest binders - A sports chest binder is a great way to make sure you feel comfortable and secure while exercising. Choose a lightweight, breathable fabric with moisture-wicking properties to keep you dry and cool during your workout.

FTM Home Workout Exercises

Upper Body

These exercises focus on strengthening your upper body muscles, which will help with posture, balance, and overall strength.

Push-ups

This exercise involves using weights to push your body up. Use the barbells or dumbbells to lift yourself off the ground and then press them up toward the ceiling. Slowly lower back down and repeat for 10-12 reps.

Squats

Squatting is an essential exercise for anyone looking to build strength and muscle. While keeping your back straight and chest lifted, steadily drop your body down from a standing position with your feet spaced apart.

Make sure you’re keeping the weight on your heels as you go down. Before attempting to bring yourself back up to the starting position from the bottom position of the squat, give yourself one to two seconds to hold that position. Aim for 8-10 reps.

Pull-Ups

Pull-ups are another excellent exercise for targeting the upper body. Use a pull-up bar or door frame, and hang from it with your palms facing away from you. Pull your body up gently until your chin is over the bar, then pause for one to two seconds while holding this position before slowly lowering yourself back down. Aim for 6 to 8 repetitions.

Core

Core exercises are essential for stability and balance, which is important when transitioning.

Plank

The plank is an excellent workout that can help you improve your posture as well as your core strength. Lying on your stomach with your feet together, press up onto your forearms to attain this position. Make sure that your back is completely flat the entire time, and hold the posture for twenty to thirty seconds.

Side Plank

The standard plank is modified to become the side plank in this exercise. Lie on your side with one arm supporting your weight, then press up onto that arm so that you’re in a straight line from head to toe. Ensure that your back is flat and hold the position for 20-30 seconds.

Mountain Climbers

Mountain climbers are a dynamic exercise that will get your heart rate up. Start in a plank position and quickly move one foot forward, then the other, as if you’re crawling across the floor. Keep going for 30-40 seconds, or until you feel like you need to take a break.

Lower Body

Lower body workouts are important for building muscle and strength in the legs.

Lunges

Lunges target the muscles in your legs and glutes. Beginning with one leg forward and the other leg back, drop your body down until both knees form an angle of 90 degrees, then switch the positions of your legs. Hold for 1-2 seconds before pushing off of the back foot and returning to standing. Aim for 10 reps on each side.

Deadlifts

Deadlifts are a great exercise to target your back and legs. Start with a barbell on the ground and grab it with an overhand grip, then stand up straight, making sure to keep your back flat. Slowly lower the weight down until it touches the ground, then press it back up and repeat for 8-10 reps.

Calf Raises

The muscles in your calves can be worked quite effectively by performing calf raises. To achieve this, using your feet, stand shoulder-width apart and your back straight, and then raise yourself off the ground by pressing down on the balls of your feet. After holding the top position for one to two seconds, slowly lower yourself and repeat the exercise 10 to 12 times.

These exercises can help build strength and improve muscle growth while transitioning. Not only will they help you achieve your desired body shape, but they will also improve your overall health and well-being in the process. So start implementing these exercises into your routine today and watch how quickly you can transform!

Factors To Consider When Choosing A Home Workout Routine

When choosing a home workout routine while transitioning, there are several factors to consider. These include your current fitness level, goals you want to achieve with your workouts, the intensity and duration of exercises, the types of equipment you have available, and any dietary restrictions or special instructions from your doctor. Additionally, it’s important to recognize that transitioning is a unique experience and each individual’s needs may require additional specificity.

Current Fitness Level

Your current fitness level is the starting point for any workout routine. It can be helpful to assess your capabilities across different areas such as strength, flexibility, cardiovascular endurance, and speed. This will help you determine the exercises that are most beneficial for you and within your limitations.

Goals

It’s important to set goals for your home workout routine. These can be both short-term goals (such as completing a certain number of reps or sets within a specified timeframe) and long-term goals (such as increasing strength, endurance, or flexibility). Keeping yourself motivated requires setting goals that are both reasonable and doable.

Intensity & Duration

The intensity and duration of exercises will depend on your current fitness level, goals, and any additional guidance from your doctor. It’s important to start slow and gradually increase the intensity as you become more comfortable with the exercises.

Moreover, it’s important to ensure that you are getting enough rest between workouts to recover properly.

Equipment

The type of equipment you have available will also play a role in determining your workout routine. If you can't use any apparatus, there are still plenty of exercises that can be done without any special tools (e.g., bodyweight exercises, yoga, resistance bands).

On the other hand, if you have access to weights or a gym then you can incorporate more intense exercises into your routine.

Dietary Restrictions

If you have any dietary restrictions, it’s important to consider this when choosing a workout routine. Certain exercises may require additional energy or special nutrition for them to be completed safely and effectively.

Additionally, it’s important to ensure that you are getting enough calories and nutrients to promote muscle growth and recovery.

Special Instructions from Doctor

If you have any special instructions or guidance from your doctor, it’s important to follow these when creating your home workout routine. This could include avoiding certain exercises, focusing on specific areas of the body, or performing exercises with a certain amount of intensity. Following these instructions can help ensure that you are safely and effectively progressing in your transition.

At least you should have a clearer picture of the variables to consider when selecting a home fitness regimen now that you have read this, let's see the best FTM workouts that can be done at home, shall we?

The 9 Most Effective Home Workouts for Transmasc Individuals

1. Bodyweight exercises

Bodyweight exercises are perfect for those who don't have access to gym equipment or would rather work out at home. Push-ups, sit-ups, planks, and squats are all great bodyweight exercises that can build strength, improve balance and help you tone up.

2. High-intensity interval training (HIIT)

Workouts using the HIIT method entail alternating between short periods of very intense exertion and longer periods of recovery. For example, a HIIT program could include sprinting for 30 seconds followed by 60 seconds of walking.

HIIT is a great way to maximize results in less time, as it can be done at home and requires no equipment. The benefits of HIIT include increased metabolism, improved cardiovascular health, and greater muscular endurance.

3. Weightlifting

During this transitional period, lifting weights is an efficient approach to improving strength as well as muscle mass. It is essential to perform weightlifting exercises with the correct form, so if it is at all possible, have a trained and experienced professional evaluate your technique.

4. Yoga

Yoga can help improve flexibility and reduce stress levels when transitioning. There is a wide variety of yoga classes available online; therefore, you should select one that is appropriate for your objectives and current level of physical activity. If you're looking for a low-intensity workout, yoga is a great option for you.

5. Cardio

Cardio exercises such as running or cycling are great for improving endurance and burning calories. You can also do some of these activities, such as running or walking, at home if you don’t have access to a gym.

Aerobic activities, which focus on the muscles of the body, are good ways to get in shape and either lose weight or keep it off.

6. CrossFit

CrossFit is a great option for those who want to combine strength training, cardio, and functional movements into one workout routine. It’s important to make sure you have proper form when doing these exercises as some may require more advanced moves.

7. Pilates

Pilates is a fantastic method for increasing flexibility, enhancing posture, and toning muscles all at the same time. There are a variety of pilates classes available online, so choose one that fits your needs.

Pilates is a low-impact workout, so it’s perfect for those looking for an effective but gentle exercise routine.

8. Plyometrics

Plyometrics involves explosive movements that require intense bursts of energy, such as jumping and sprinting. Plyometric exercises can help you build muscle strength and power while also burning calories quickly.

9. Jump rope

Jumping rope is an excellent way to burn calories and improve coordination. It’s an inexpensive activity that requires no special equipment, so it can easily be done at home or in a park.

No matter which exercise program you choose, the most crucial part is being consistent and making sure you enjoy it. With these tips, transitioning can be a fun and rewarding experience.

Various Cooldown Activities After A Home Workout

After completing a thorough home workout, it is important to include cooldown activities to help the body transition and benefit from the workout. Cooldown activities involve gradually decreasing physical activity, such as stretching exercises, walking, slow jogging, or even just simply standing still for a few moments. This helps bring oxygen back into the muscles and helps prevent injury.

Stretching

Stretching exercises are an ideal way to help the body transition after a home workout. This can involve simple stretches such as arm circles, chest reaches, shoulder shrugs and calf raises.

These activities help lessen soreness and fatigue while increasing flexibility in the muscles. Yoga is another great option that helps to stretch out tight areas of the body while increasing strength, balance, and coordination.

Walking

Walking is another great cool-down exercise that can be done as part of a home workout. A simple walk around the block will help to gradually decrease physical activity while allowing oxygen to get back into the muscles. This helps reduce fatigue and soreness while promoting circulation throughout the body.

Slow jogging

Slow jogging is a great way to transition after a home workout. This can be done on a treadmill or outside while incorporating different speed changes. Jogging helps to increase circulation and oxygen levels in the body which aids in recovery from a strenuous home workout.

Standing

Finally, simply standing still for a few moments after a home workout is a great way to decrease physical activity and bring oxygen into the muscles. This can be done for a few minutes and helps to transition the body from a strenuous exercise session.

By incorporating these cooldown activities after your home workout, you can help your body recover quickly while preventing injury. These activities are essential for maintaining a healthy workout routine and ensuring success when transitioning.

So don't forget to add cooldown activities after your home workouts for maximum results!

How Do You Perform An Effective Workout Routine?

Performing an effective workout routine is simple. Begin with a warm-up to get your muscles ready for the exercises ahead. Then, choose which exercises you want to do based on what muscle groups you’re targeting.

Focus on compound movements like squats, deadlifts, and pull-ups that involve multiple joints to maximize your results. Aim for 8-10 reps and 3 to 4 sets per exercise, with 1-2 minutes rest between sets. Finally, cool down with gentle stretching exercises after each session.

You can also do multiple muscle groups in one day. For example, you can do legs and chest on Monday, back, and shoulder muscles on Wednesday, and arms on Friday.

Remember to give your body breaks between each session so that it has time to recover properly. Eating a balanced diet will also help to ensure proper recovery and muscle growth.

When it comes to the effectiveness of high-intensity interval training (HIIT) as an exercise to build muscle, do shorter workouts with more rest days in between. This way you can still get the benefits of HIIT while allowing your body time to recover.

What Are The Most Typical Errors People Make When Working Out?

Not Changing up Their Workout

The first one is not changing up their workouts often enough. It’s important to challenge your body by switching up exercises and intensity regularly to reach your goals. This means incorporating different types of exercises like body weight, weight lifting, and HIIT into your routine.

Not Warming Up

Another mistake people make is not warming up and cooling down properly before and after each workout session. This could lead to injury or muscle soreness which can, in turn, delay progress. It’s important to warm up with dynamic stretching and cool down with static stretching every time you work out.

Forgetting To Rest

Next, people often forget to give themselves enough rest days in between workouts. Not allowing for adequate rest time can lead to burnout and fatigue which could cause you to have less energy when working out. It’s important to find a balance between intensity and rest so that your muscles can recover properly.

Poor Form

Fourth, people don’t always pay attention to their form when exercising. The poor form could lead to an injury or incorrect muscle activation, which could also inhibit progress. It’s important to take the time to learn proper exercise techniques before performing each exercise.

Unbalanced Diet

Last but not least, a diet that is lacking in balance or quantity might be detrimental to the process of muscle growth and recuperation. Consuming a diet that is sufficient in protein, carbs, and healthy fats will assist in maximizing the creation of new muscle tissue.

If you can keep these frequent mistakes out of your workouts and concentrate on keeping proper form throughout the whole routine, you'll maximize your workouts and achieve your fitness goals faster.

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ꕤ𝑫𝒂𝒚 𝑻𝒘𝒐 - 𝑻𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒌𝒂 𝑹𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒆 - 𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝑺𝒆𝒙ꕤ

🗒content warnings: pet names (babe, baby, princess), begging, fem!reader, female anatomy, tanaka is too horny

Tanaka opens the door to your shared apartment and yells, "I'm home!" He kicks off his shoes and drops his coat and bag on the floor. "Babe?"

He walks into the living area and sees the furniture pushed back from its normal position. 'What the hell?' he thinks to himself. He walks in further, getting ready to yell for you when he stops. Oh.

You were streched out on a yoga mat, your body bent nearly in half. Your ass was high in the air and Tanaka feels himself get even tighter in his jeans.

You had both earbuds in, blasting music while you streched and worked out. You were in a sports bra and spandex shorts and high top shoes. Tanaka internally groans and walks over to you. He steps up behind you and grabs your hips, pulling you back against him."

What the- Ryu!" You take your earbuds out and put them in their case.

"Hi, baby," he says, subtly grinding against your ass.

"What's gotten into you?" you ask him, laughing softly.

"You, bent over. Your ass. Everything about you." Tanaka pulls you up and spins you around to face him.

You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him, his hands grabbing your ass.

"Lay down on the floor." You look up at him questioningly before listening to him. He straddles your hips and starts kissing you again. You drag his shirt up and he pulls it off. Your arms wrap around his back, nails digging into his shoulders slightly.

Tanaka sits up and yanks off his belt while you pull off your bra. He drags your shorts and underwear down, one of his hands immediately finding your clit. You whine in protest. "What's wrong, baby?" he asks.

"It's no fair if I'm the only one naked." All it takes is for you to give him that pouty look and he rips off his jeans and boxers.

"Better?" You nod, smiling. He rolls his eyes. "You're so spoiled, princess."

You giggle softly and pull him into another kiss. Tanaka grabs your hips and pulls you towards him slightly. You grip his biceps tightly as he presses into you. Even after being with him for almost six years your body still wasn't prepared for the stretch of his cock.

"Fuck, not so tight, princess." Tanaka starts slowly rutting into you until you're whining for him to fuck you. "Let me hear you say it, baby."

Your cheeks turn pink as he locks eyes with you. "Please, Ryu! Fuck me harder!"

"Good girl." He starts slamming into you so hard you swear you can see stars. Your moans echo throughout the living room as Tanaka drills into you. His teeth clench together as your nails drag down his back, leaving red marks in their wake.

Tanaka pulls your body into a sitting position before switching you two around so you're on top. "Come on, baby. Make me feel good."

Your hands land firmly on his chest as you rock your hips forward. His fingers dig into your hips tight enough to leave bruises as you tighten around him. Tanaka starts fucking up into you as your pace slows down.

Your body folds over, your head resting against his collarbone. Tanaka groans as you pant against him, his hands moving to grab your ass.

"Fuck, right there!" you nearly shout as you shoot back up.

"Right there?" You nod, eyes squeezing shut as you grip Tanaka like a vice. He notices how close you are and instantly rubs your clit harshly. Within seconds, you're trembling above him while shouting his name.

Tanaka follows right after you, slamming you down onto his cock one last time before releasing his cum into you. "Shit, I think that's the best sex we've ever had," Tanaka says, panting heavily.

"If you're gonna fuck me like that, I should do yoga more often."

"You definitely should, baby."

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