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iambilliejeanok · 2 years

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Fandom:Attack On Titans||Jujustu Kaisen|| Naruto

Warnings: 18+, NSFW,

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Levi as Mr Steal Your Girl/Guy

Player stats:

Here’s a short king who knows his worth and will literally use your girl or your man as an example, incase you try and disrespect him because of his height.

Isn’t much of player, but let’s just say that if he wants you…he can probably have you.

Loyalty:

He’s not one to sleep with every one in town, and he only does hoe shit to humble the haters.

When he’s in a relationship, he’s one hundred percent loyal to his partner and expects the same from you.

Love Languages: (in order according to him)

Quality Time

Words of Affirmation

Physical Touch

Acts of Service

Giving gifts

Because he could die on any day, it’s always his priority to spend ample time with his loved ones.

He’s very vocal about the way he feels about you and expects you to return that energy, or else he gets sad, but he won’t complain about it.

Prefers to spend the night with his partner, is always bummed about about being far from you.

Pros:

If it’s two things you benefit from living with Levi is that he’s a great cook and doesn’t mind taking care of dinner most nights.

He also does a great job at keeping the place neat and tidy.

Will make you feel like you’re the only girl in the world.

Cons:

The place is clean. Always. Everytime. The two of you might have an argument about the cleanliness of the house every now and then, especially if you’re not able to keep up with how he likes things. It’s just something he can’t compromise for.

Very protective of you. He’s lost too many loved ones to not micro monitor you and constantly need reassurance that you’re by his side or he will have a panic attack 🥺

Sexual fantasies:

Levi always imagines face fucking someone to his hearts desire. He’s always wanted to freely do that, but who’s gonna let him? So he’s accepted that the reality of that happening is very much non existent.

Sexual preferences:

Doesn’t matter what gender he’s dating, he’s always the top. Always. He cannot be tamed. He is the tamer.

He’s very gentle 🥺 but that doesn’t mean he won’t make a few adjustments for your preferences. He’s more of a love maker than a fucker. Loves the moment to be sweet and sensual, no matter how filthy it gets.

He’s open to anything, but he especially loves to give a good spanking while he’s giving out back shots.

Likes it raw. A condom just isn’t the same.

Desires:

Loves to give head. From the back, with your ass in his face please. Will eat your ass too…if you let him clean it for his own peace of mind.

Just thinking about the taste of your juices gathering in his tongue makes his mouth water. He might be too desperate to wait until the two of you are home.

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Gojo as The Player:

Player stats:

If y’all looking for a hoe you got it right here. FOR THE STREETS! Even he can’t estimate his body count. You’re always hearing reviews from nearly every one😩

If he’s in a relationship he will try his best to stay faithful but he can’t ’t guarantee anything legit 😭

Let’s just say that relationships aren’t really his thing. But the streets….home.

He prefers a no strings attached thing and never sleeps with the same person twice. Also prefers to sleep with people who don’t happen to see him everyday or know him too well.

Doesn’t know who you are afterwards. Don’t even look at him because he seriously forgot.

Loyalty:

When it comes to bitches…do I even have to say?

But when it comes to his students and friends? He’s very loyal. You’d get more loyalty and respect from being his friend than his lover.

But otherwise, would literally die for you without a second thought if he does hold you close to his heart.

Love languages: (in order according to his personality)

Acts of Service

Words of Affrimation

Giving gifts

Physical Touch

Quality Time

He will bend over backwards for those that he cares about to make sure they’re safe, happy and successful.

He doesn’t even realize that he does this, but he always compliments people. He’s gonna say whatever is on his mind anyhow, so when you do get a compliment from him, just know it’s genuine. He also is also very vocal about his feelings, so expect him to say a few caring things along the way.

Anytime he sees something that reminds him of you, he’s getting it. You’re going to wake up to flowers everyday and a bubble bath when he’s got some time off.

He loves getting things done for you, even the smallest of things, like opening your juice box for you.

Pros:

He’s a walking bank. Mei Meis favourite contact. So if you share a personal relationship with him, he’s most likely spoiling your ass everyday. That means souvenirs from all the places he travels too. If you’re his girlfriend then his card is yours. So wax, nail and eyelash appointments are all on him. And expect to receive all your services from the best. He tends to spend a good coin everywhere he goes so he’s quite famous amounts business owners, you’ll most likely get really great discounts and offers. Might even get yourself a wig sponser just for rolling with him.

Sex is very overwhelming with him. And you get it every time he’s with you. 😓(when will it be me)

You could learn quite alot from him and excel with his support and motivation.

Cons:

He’s gonna cheat on you girl. As for respect, he’s got non of it. The sweetest boyfriend in the world, but he’s not just your boyfriend. And when he’s done with you he’s really done because not even the baddest pussy in the game could get that some loyalty. Maybe he might smash twice…maybe.

Sexual fantasies:

He’s hasn’t quite figured out how to make this work, but he’s always fantasized about getting showered in squirt. Yes. You read it right. He wants nothing more than a bunch of women all masturbating to the sight of him and then squirting all over him and moaning his name in unison.

Sexual desires:

Very rough and aggressive. Loves to take out a lot of energy during these sessions. He’s always gonna go hard, deep and fast when he’s fucking you. For one, he wants you to come quick in his dick, quick enough to bring you to a screaming mess by the third orgasm.

Loves to have you scratch him hard while he’s turning your soul inside out, literally making you gush like a tap with that goofy ass smile on his damn face.

He just absolutely loves hardcore fucking. And he needs someone who’s able to handle it. It’s one thing to be willing to let him fuck you the way he wants, it’s another thing to actually let him fuck you the way he wants.

Sexual preferences:

Missionary, preferably with your legs slung over his shoulders and your hands clawing at him while he’s at it.

If he really likes you, he’s gonna make you suffer. Until you’re begging him to stop. If this is just a quick session for him, he’s just gonna last as long as it takes for him to cum before he’s out of there faster than you can say black flash.

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Kakashi as The Toxic King

Player Stats:

Well what can I say, being toxic takes thought and planning, which is something Kakashi is good at when he wants to be.

Will literally romance you and make you feel like the only girl in the world one day, and then treat you like a complete stranger the next.

He’s broken a lot of hearts. Doesn’t have a good reputation amongst the ladies.

I can’t say you cannot count on him because he’s gonna make you feel like you can and then he’s gone, on some “we aren’t even dating” 😭😭😭😓😓😩😓

Loyalty:

Sure, he’s loyal when he’s serious. Like I said, he’s toxic side is pre thought and mediated. He’s not naturally toxic, so when he doesn’t decide to put that monster away in the closet, he can be very promising.

Will he cheat on you? Probably not if you’re officially together, but as long as he didn’t specifically say “I want you to be my girlfriend/boyfriend”, he’s a single man.

Will literally watch you cry, comfort you, and still keep repeating how silly you were for believing in ideas he certainly didn’t out in your head.

He is a prick yeah.

Love Languages: (according to his personality)

Physical Touch

Quality Time

Acts of Service

Words of Affirmation

Gift giving

He’s very touchy, and can be super romantic, that’s why he’s dangerous😩 but with the right person, it’s absolutely amazing. He’s all about that skin on skin contact. Hold his hand. Always. Slipping his hand under your shirt and leaning his head on your shoulder or on your head.

Will serenade you to the moon and back, taking you on plenty of date nights, lunch dates, etc. giving you all the attention in the world, it’s great when he’s serious about you, but just plane cruel torture if he’s only feeding his own desires and not yours.

If he actually starts taking a lot of weight of your shoulders, that’s when you can guarantee his serious about you, because he doesn’t usually enjoy doing unnecessary work if he doesn’t have to. But for someone he’s serious about, he’ll do just about anything for them.

Pros:

Treats you like a queen! Spoils you in more ways than just financially.

Loves some nice, slow and dragged out foreplay. Until you’re basically begging him to move along with things.

There are quite a few pros that come with dating the Hokage.

Cons:

TOXIC! He’s such a liar when he isn’t all about you. Will tell you exactly anything you wanna head if it will get you off his ass about something. “Are you really only with me?”, “yes sweetheart, no one else has my interests like you” 😩😭

Sexual preferences:

Serious switch energy. Literally whatever works for the moment, he can run with. Maybe he leans a little more toward the top side, but he certainly does love being a pillow prince sometimes.

He gets really mean when he’s giving out back shots and will literally fuck you are even when you’re screaming for him, but he absolutely love this position.

Sexual Desires:

If there’s one thing Kakashi lives for, is the way you struggle to kiss him back while he steadily finger fucks you. Loves loves love, everything that revolves around fingering you.

He always makes a big mess whenever he puts his hand between your legs, and even if you’re begging and whining for the real thing, he might not give it to you at all, if you don’t quit whining. You just simply have to let him finger you to his hearts desire. Even if it means you’ll keep coming for him.

Sexual fantasies:

A threesome with a man and a woman. He’s always wanted to fuck while getting fucked. Or topped while being topped. Maybe suck a dick and eat pussy at the same time. He’s also always wanted to people giving him all the attention, both of them greedily sucking his dick, maybe with an extra person sitting on his face. He just loves the overwhelming idea of being pleased and pleasing.

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nomnomsik · 4 years

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Departure | M

Synopsis: As a flight attendant for Korean Air, you’re scheduled for a thirteen-hour flight to Japan. However, things get intimate between you and your partner and co-pilot, Jeon Jungkook, when he realizes Park Jimin, the famous idol from Korea, broads the plane and blatantly flirts with you.

Pairing: Pilot!Jungkook x Flight Attendant!Reader, slight Idol!Jimin x Reader

Word Count: 6.2k

A/N: Happy birthday, @moonpeachhy ! To fulfill your cute bunny fantasies, you FURRY. Jkjk. Enjoy the fluff with the husband you��ll never have. I love you~ I hope my fic isn’t too boring 😉

Tags: Smut, flirting, slight dirty talk, hickies/markings, blowjobs, kissing, fluff, pwp tbh, lap grinding, and possessiveness/jealously. Jungkook being lowkey a yandere.

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“Ahh, Jungkook… N-not-”

“Shh, just a few more minutes, princess. Pleaseeee…?”

Cramped in a single seat of the Korean Air Airbus A330-200, you were up against Jungkook’s muscular chest, hands tightly holding onto the shoulder of his crisp white uniform. The cockpit of the airplane was narrow, with dozens of intimidating switches and levers behind you as Jungkook’s head fixed itself on your neck.

Warm air wafted around in the cockpit as your head tilted to the side, your hair slowly unwinding away from the ribbon that secured it together. The sky blue uniform that hugged your curves crinkled against his chest and lap, wrinkling as Jungkook nibbled and kissed the skin of your neck, sucking until it turned a shade of red. You winced in his lap, knuckles turning white as you shuffled uncomfortably in the tight space.

“I’ve told you my ascot t-tie doesn’t cover them well…! Jungkook-”

“Don’t worry so much, princess.” He cooed, removing his mouth only to stare up at you with his clouded eyes. “You’re always careful around passengers. I’m not worried.”

"S-still…! It's ticklish."

Jungkook broke out in a cute bunny smile, cheeks protruding out as he giggled, trying to keep you in place. Your face only flushed, eyes glaring daggers as you pushed yourself up and out of his hold.

“Wait, where are you going?” He pulled you back into his sturdy chest, his grip strong on your arm as you fumbled forward. “We still have thirty minutes, princess. Compared to the thirteen hours I won’t be able to have you… Please?”

“Jungkook, we have thirty minutes until departure! I have to go greet the passengers." You exasperatedly whined, trying to make your way out of his vice-like grip. Jungkook’s face broke into a pout as both of his hands held your wrists down, refusing to let you go.

“B-b-but… I’ll miss you…” He sulked, staring up at you as your heart leaped and a second later, melted. You squished both of his cheeks with your hands as his eyes widened, his mouth forming fish-lips. The adorable sight was too much for your fragile heart and you leaned forward, placing a small kiss on his lips. He happily obliged, moving his hands up to behind your head, deepening it immediately.

When you finally disconnected from each other, you stood up this time, finally getting your high heels onto the floor of the plane. You brought your arm to your mouth, shyly wiping the leaking saliva and fixing your hair. Jungkook watched as you smoothened your uniform, only to get up himself, his eyes catching one of the airplanes on the runway that ascended into the air, its wheels slowly winding back into the body.

He adjusted the cuffs and brushed his hands over his white dress pants, redoing a button on his uniform that had popped open. Before he could fix his fringe, you called.

“Jungkook, do I look alright?”

He turned around to your nervous fidgeting and steadied you by the shoulders. His eyes darted up and down, then side to side as he tugged on the ascot tie that gently hung around your neck. He slid it down, his expression hardening as his fingertips tried to pull the cloth to increase its width. The knot was tight and he scratched at it, hoping for it to unwind.

“It really doesn’t cover well…” He muttered, only for your face to flush as you grew worried.

“Jungkook…!”

“Ahh, this is annoying…” He glowered, finally getting the tie undone and rewrapping it softly around your neck, hiding more of your marked skin. With the tie secured on, your hand came up to feel it, giving it another tug. “Okay, it looks good now, princess. Try not to get caught.”

This is your fault though…

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With a wardrobe of his caliber, he was easily recognizable. From the Saint Laurent boots that clicked against the tile floor and the Chanel necklace that dangled around his neck, Park Jimin was immediately spotted.

Jimin's leg bounced up and down in the LaGuardia airport as he leaned back in his stiff chair, waiting for his flight to be called. The gate was filling and bustling with people, most busying themselves on their electronics, chatting away, or eating some last-minute meal. There was always the crinkle of plastic and the squeals of children that slipped past and through his earbuds. People constantly walked by him in the enormous airport, some sharing glances with each other and muttering whispers as Jimin minded his own business, scrolling through his phone.

“Hello, this is Gate 330,” A female voice spoke into the intercom, echoing all around the section he sat in. “We will now be boarding first-class and unaccompanied minors. I repeat, we will be boarding first-class and unaccompanied minors.”

Jimin stood up from his seat, stretching his arms in front of him before throwing his bag over his shoulder as his heels clicked against the floor. He sauntered over to the small, yet growing first-class line, sunglasses covering his eyes as he patiently waited behind several people. As he got to the front, his ticket was scanned, micro-perforated and swiftly cut, and let in to pass.

“Please enjoy your flight.” One of the female staff spoke, her cheeks slightly tinted red as Jimin gave her a small and perceptive smile.

He gave a polite nod to all the staff, walking down the jet bridge ramp as he looked through the clear windows. Outside displayed dozens of airplanes, all orderly and waiting at their respective gates. Jimin’s hands came up to his head, readjusting his beanie and pushing back up the bridge of his sunglasses. He stared at the ground below him as the soft, yet thin carpeting of the ramp concernedly shook with each slow step he took.

As Jimin made a left-hand turn, he was greeted by the entrance to the plane as well as the staff who stood by. He ducked his head as he boarded, acknowledged with hellos and welcomes. With a smile on their lips, Jimin smiled back at them, his eyes glancing at each face of the plane staff.

Jimin took in one of the particular woman’s appearance, his eyes swiftly sliding from top to bottom as he turned back to the vast expansion of rows in front of him. A smirk graced his lips while he searched for his seat. Even in the short instance he took in your appearance, he noticed your flushed cheeks and the slight pink marks that poked out from underneath your ascot tie.

As Jimin plopped in his seat in first class, he laid his bag down, lying on his seat and reclining it back. When his eyes softly closed, his lips were still curled upright. Having dealt with his fair share of men and women, Jimin was way too familiar with those cute little marks that were littered all over your neck.

Maybe he wouldn't mind this flight after all.

Meanwhile, you wanted to scream. The thumping of your heart was rapid, your chest tight. Your eyes had deadlocked and met Park Jimin's crystal clear eyes. Park Jimin… Your body grew warm and you couldn’t help but shudder. Korea’s famous solo artist had noticed you. You could remember all his fans tweeting to stream his newest release, but right now, all you wanted to do was sink your head into the nearest stream and drown.

Your fingers hovered over the mark on your neck, wondering if the silky ascot tie was actually covering it properly. His eyes had travelled down your figure, fixated on your neck. There’s no way he had seen it, right?

There was a rush of humiliation and embarrassment that the person you looked up to possibly had seen it. The slight upward pull of his lips as his eyes lingered to the marks… Now that you thought about it, getting revenge on Jeon Jungkook sounded like a good idea if it was the last thing you did on this flight.

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“So, you really took your time with y/n in here.”

“Hyung… You aren’t mad, right?” Jungkook whispered, looking up at the captain of the aircraft with doe eyes.

“Jungkook, just because you’re in the cockpit, doesn’t mean…” Namjoon trailed off, coughing into his fist at his lame joke. “Just… Keep it in your pants.”

“Hyung! I haven’t-”

“Don’t ‘hyung’ me, mister.” Namjoon sighed, flipping several switches of the aircraft. “I have to sit in this seat for the next eight hours. Jungkook, how could you do this to hyung…” He dramatically sighed.

“Hyung, I’m sorry! But, I really didn’t do anything!” Jungkook desperately persuaded. “It’s not what you think. I promise!”

“Jungkookie, why couldn’t you have thought about hyung?” Namjoon, fake teary-eyed, cried out to the younger.

Jungkook gave no comment as he stared straight ahead, hands on his lap. As Namjoon chuckled, the younger’s face seemed as if it was about to explode with embarrassment. Jungkook, being the younger of the two, had always been the timid one, preferring to learn from Namjoon with each flight they took around the world. The mere hundreds of hours Jungkook had accumulated didn’t even touch Namjoon’s tens of thousands of hours in the air.

“You know I’m just teasing, right?” Namjoon asked, recomposing himself back to normal as he placed a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder.

“I know, hyung… You’re just so mean, you know that?” Jungkook pouted, sulking in his seat as he looked off to the side.

Namjoon laughed, small dimples appearing on his cheeks as he turned back in the main seat of the cockpit.

“I can’t help myself when you always give the best reactions, Jungkookie.”

“Yes, yes, captain.”

“I’ll be counting on my best co-pilot for the next eight hours.” Namjoon winked at the younger, who only stared at him with awe.

“Oh, c’mon hyung. I bet you’ve had better co-pilots than me. Don’t lie to me like that.”

“Jungkook, I wouldn’t lie to you.” He smiled as Jungkook suddenly hesitated to believe him. “I know you usually take the takeoffs, but I think it’s time for you to step out of your comfort zone. Don’t worry, trust yourself. I know I do.”

“Yes, captain,” Jungkook responded solemnly, clouded with worry as he assisted Namjoon for their takeoff.

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“Everyone’s boarded.” You clapped your hands together, watching as Taehyung slid the entrance to the plane shut. With permed black hair, a radiant smile, and a dark navy-colored suit, he met your gaze, a mischievous grin hiding beneath his lips.

“Wow, are those marks even human?”

You turned around, slapping your neck as you caught the devilish smile on his face.

“Ugh, wipe that stupid grin off your face, Taehyung.” You rolled your eyes, walking over to the galleys, the sound of utensils clicking in the so-called “kitchen”. Taehyung joined you, fingers coming up to move the ascot tie further upward.

“Some was poking through.” He smirked, lightly tapping your forehead as you bent back, only to watch him scurry off to the front of business class. You could see the other flight attendants at the beginning of economy class, helping passengers store their belongings up in the upper compartments.

Taehyung was far in the business class section, energetically greeting all the wealthy passengers. He would ask them to buckle their seatbelts, even though the intimidating businessmen clicked their tongues, turning in the other direction. Unfazed, Taehyung would simply smile back continuing down the rows.

As your mentor, he often let you know not to take the passengers’ attitude as a personal attack. He saw your gentle and sensitive heart, your solemn attitude when meeting passenger’s needs. And although the initial judgemental glances from staff who had worked longer were rough, jealous of your role in serving first class, they eventually came around.

Stepping out from the galley, most, if not all of the passengers were seated. Families chatting and others blurring out the world with their earbuds. You reached for the prompter, getting a nod from Taehyung as well as confirmation from the cockpit.

“Testing… testing…” You started, watching as several heads looked up from their seats at you. You smiled at the ones you made eye contact with, chuckling when some looked downward or the other way. “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining us this afternoon over to Narita, Japan from Laguardia airport, New York.”

“The flight time is estimated to be about 13 hours and as we get closer to our destination, you’ll be able to see a more accurate reading from the screens in front of your seat.”

“Flying our aircraft today is Captain Kim Namjoon, assisted by his co-pilot Officer Jeon Jungkook. Meanwhile, the cabin staff has Hoseok in the back, Taehyung in the center, and myself, Y/n, up at the front.”

“Please direct your attention to the flight attendants in your section as we go over the safety features of our Airbus A330-200 aircraft.”

“Seatbelts must be fastened at all times unless indicated, but then again, I know some of you enjoy not listening to us so feel free to take it as a suggestion. Do what you will.”

“If you don’t like our pilots, staff, our food, rest assured. This airplane model has eight exits: Two at the front of first-class, two at the front of business, two at the beginning of economy, and another two at the end.”

Taehyung and Hoseok directed their arms in their respective sections to all exits, unable to help the smile that appeared on their lips and the chuckles they let out. Smiles and laughs echoed from ahead of you as you continued, feeling the mood of the aircraft lighten up.

“Now with that out of the way, in the back seat pocket in front of you, there is a safety information card.” You lifted the card as an example, always amused how nobody reaches for it. “I know the majority of you are not going to read it, but in case you want to, please feel free to block your ears as I go over what it covers. The card outlines all the safety features that this airplane model provides and in case of an emergency, it would be extremely beneficial to have the knowledge beforehand.”

“In the rare event that our two wonderful pilots decide it would be more interesting to make a voyage in the ocean instead of a flight, life vests are underneath your seat and flight staff will assist you in case you need help.”

You, yourself, laughed, imagining Jungkook’s face at the back of your mind. Was he adorably fuming in his seat? Perhaps sighing as Namjoon teased him for the nth time? Laughing at your joke with you? Your thoughts are quickly moved to the side as you continued, projecting your voice into the loudspeaker.

“The black strap of the life vest will wrap around your waist and make sure you tighten it securely. Then, pull the red tab down and then blow into the red tube to inflate.”

You demonstrated on the life vest given to you as an example, pretending to inflate it at the end for presentation purposes only. Putting the lifevest to the side, you grab ahold of the prompter again, looking over at Taehyung who gave you a thumbs-up and a wink.

“In case of a severe drop in cabin pressure, masks will fall from the overhead compartments to stop the decompression. Extend the plastic lining and make sure it's securely placed over both your nose and mouth to breathe normally. Please make sure your handbag is underneath your seat, table trays are upright, and thank you again for travelling with us. This is a non-smoking flight, and it is a pleasure to serve you today and I guess... tomorrow.”

As you were about to put the prompter back in its spot, you stopped.

“Oh! I wanted to add: as a final message to our passengers, this is once again a thirteen-hour flight. If you find any of the cabin members appealing or attractive, rest assured, we come with many benefits if you ever decide to pursue a marriage with one of us here. You’ll have the luxury to be able to enjoy flying free. Thank you.”

You gave a cheeky smile to the passengers as Jimin met your gaze, laughing, his hand covering his mouth. When he noticed your eyes, he grinned, biting his lip and smirking. You quickly placed the prompter back in its spot, rushing as quickly as possible to the galleys and away from him, legs trembling and breaths quick as Taehyung and Hoseok joined beside you, waiting for takeoff.

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“She kills it every time. I can’t believe it.” Namjoon laughed, his eyes squeezing shut as dimples etched into his cheeks. Jungkook hummed in agreement, only to be silent for a second, his eyes wandering as he adjusted his aviation headset against his ears.

“Why did it sound like she was offering herself as a marriage candidate though?” Jungkook glowered, his face morphing in a distressed expression.

“Oh, c’mon. I doubt anyone’s going to take it seriously, Jungkook.” Namjoon reassured, the younger hesitantly agreeing.

“...Right.”

“Can you make sure the wings and engine are ready for takeoff?” Namjoon said, buckling himself into the shoulder harness.

“Of course, captain.”

As Jungkook busied himself on his side of the cockpit, Namjoon connected to the air traffic control tower. Jungkook fixed the mic of his headset near his mouth as he gave confirmation to Namjoon, the loud sounds of the airplane engine firing up. The plane had disconnected from the jet bridge, tires slowly rolling away from the gate.

“Korean 086, confirmation for takeoff, please,” Namjoon spoke, his English coming off swiftly, awaiting for the ATC’s response. He backed out the plane as he looked at the three ground crewmembers, the marshalers, directing him on the runway.

“Korean 086, are you ready to go? We have a clear lane.” An American male voice answered back, linking to his headset.

“Yes sir, Korean 086, we ready for takeoff,” Namjoon replied, waiting for the takeoff lane number as he successfully pulled away from the other planes and gate.

“Got it. Wind 260 at 5, Korean 086, cleared for takeoff, 25-right. Start rolling, please.”

“Korean 086, cleared for takeoff, 25-right,” Namjoon repeated, following his lane number. As he turned to face Jungkook, he smiled brightly. “Ready for a long flight?”

“I was born ready, hyung.”

With only being preoccupied for a couple of extra minutes, the plane’s engines fired up. The conditions were perfect, the plane ready to ascend into the sky. Namjoon pulled down on the accelerator, the plane beginning to speed down the runway, gaining acceleration as both pilots judged the metrics before having a clear window for liftoff. When the plane began to fly off the ground, the wheels retracted into the body as Namjoon kept direction and speed in control.

The highway that was filled with cars shrunk smaller and smaller from the window of the passengers. The plane, high in the afternoon glow of New York, set its course to Japan.

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“Jungkook, we have to switch now.”

Namjoon leaned over to the sleeping boy who jumped awake, unbuckling his own harness as he stepped out of the co-pilot seat. The two swapped seats, Jungkook adjusting himself as he buckled himself in.

“Did you get enough sleep?” Namjoon asked, looking over and yawning a second later. Jungkook chuckled, some of his teeth showing through.

“Yes, yes. Hyung, now go get some sleep. They’re going to accuse me of not switching again.” Namjoon sneered, reclining his chair back with his hands folded in his lap. Within minutes, Namjoon’s head drooped, his breathing even as he drifted off.

It would only be six more hours until their arrival in the Narita airport, the flight lagging behind the estimated time. Jungkook sighed, scratching his scalp as he stared at the darkness of the clouds and sky. There was nothing worse than landing. He hated the way the airplane flaps flung up to go against the wind, the wheels harshly making contact with the runway causing the plane to shake and rumble, and the dice roll of nice air traffic control officers.

He wasn’t the best-spoken person, stuttering his way his sentences and feeling confused by unclear directions. Not to mention the nightmare of English. Sometimes he wondered if he was just too sensitive to comments that Namjoon seemed to brush off easily.

But before Jungkook could regress back into his negative thoughts, there was a knock on the cockpit door. Jungkook jumped, his body growing tense as he looked back for a second, only to look back to where he was flying. Due to instinct, his mind thought of the worst possibility on the flight, only to quickly ease out at the sound from the other side of the door.

“Jung… me.”

A whispered voice came from behind the door. Jungkook smiled, pulling the lever from lock to unlock as he listened to your heels click behind him. You closed the cockpit door as you came up behind his seat.

“How’s everything going?” You asked, handing him a glass of water. “Thought you might need a drink.”

“Thanks, princess. You’re a lifesaver.” He gulped down the water in one shot as he handed it back to you. You blushed, shifting your weight as your eyes glanced at the other seat.

“The flight’s been quiet.” Jungkook softly spoke as to not wake up his hyung. “How about the passengers?”

“I would say it’s fine if it wasn’t for Park Jimin calling for me every half hour. Drinks. Food. A casual conversation, or so he said.” You sighed dramatically as Jungkook rose an eyebrow. “Oh! And you, mister. Mr. Park Jimin gave me a look when he caught some of the hickies showing through! I can’t believe- Ugh, I’m so embarrassed.”

“Park Jimin? You mean the singer? He’s on this flight?” Jungkook asked incredulously.

“Yeah… Though, Taehyung’s covering for me, right now.”

“What do you mean, ‘a look’? Is Jimin bothering you?”

“I mean, I could sound like a narcissist right now, Jungkook.” You chuckled softly as Jungkook rolled his eyes. “‘Oh, look at me, I’m so pretty that even a singer was side-eyeing me.’ Yeah, I’m not that self-obsessed, baby.”

Although Jungkook would have normally accepted the joke about a man finding his spouse attractive, his jaw clenched as he began to grow irritated. He sometimes wished that you didn’t have to serve first class. Those rich, entitled, assholes always pissed him off. It was always the ones with money, wasn’t it? This wasn’t the first time he heard of passengers trying to flirt with you.

“Oh, would you look at that. Namjoon’s out like a rock.” You stated, breaking him away from his pessimistic thoughts as you looked over the eldest who was softly snoring.

“He’s probably stressed. I mean, he’s flying with me and all... ” Jungkook spat irritably, his hands tightening around the W-shaped yoke. His voice trailed off as he shook his head, counting his inhales and exhales. He didn’t want you to see him like this. Why did he have to feel so jealous and inadequate when he knew both of you were tied around each other’s finger?

“Are you okay, baby?” You rubbed his shoulder, feeling his muscles relax. “I’m sorry if I worked you up about Jimin. I know how you feel about some of the passengers…”

“Y-yeah, I-” He sighed, keeping his eyes straight ahead of him. “Sorry, I wasn’t mad at you or anything… As you can see, Namjoon gave me the landing for today’s flight…”

“Aw, baby… Are you stressed out?” You cooed, side hugging him in his seat.

“I guess you can say that… Namjoon always says how good of a pilot I am, but I never seem to be able to believe him. I sometimes wonder if I actually am.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Jungkook. Of course, you’re a good pilot.” You persuaded, patting his shoulder. “Flying a plane takes a lot of courage and intelligence.”

Your fingers brushed through his hair as he continued to stare straight forward at the empty sky. You had hoped he would turn to face you, but he stayed stoic and still.

“Courage?” Jungkook scoffed. “Courage if you’re afraid of heights or planes, maybe.”

“Jungkook…” You sighed, your expression falling. “I wish you could give yourself more credit. It’s scary flying a plane… I don’t even want to imagine what it’s like if you make a mistake on a flight. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Whether it be a small plane and your life is taken away from you… or a big plane like this, where you’re in control of the hundreds of people’s lives here. And yet, despite all that, you still come to work every day, servicing millions of people.”

Jungkook remained silent as he simply nodded, finally looking up at you as he beckoned you over. His arms wrapped around your stomach from where he sat.

“I love you… You know that, right?” He whispered, releasing his arms as you squatted to match his height.

“Of course. You tell me every day, how could I forget?” You grinned, leaning in as he met you for a kiss. It was soft and tender with Jungkook’s teeth nibbling your bottom lip, the soft turbulence cutting the kiss short.

“Do you… want me to help ease away your stress…?” You teased, breath tickling Jungkook’s ear as his head snapped over to face you. Another kiss met his lips as Jungkook deepened it, slipping his tongue and tasting the mint-flavored candies that lingered.

You panted harshly, your entire body growing warm as Jungkook’s eyes grew hazy, much like this morning. Bringing your fingers to your ascot tie, you pulled it, letting the fabric unwind and fall onto your lap. Jungkook’s breath hitched at the sight of his work, your neck decorated with pink marks.

“I-I think you missed a few spots, Jungkook…” You gasped, running your fingertips over your skin. As your eyes wandered up and down Jungkook’s figure, he was tense, his legs shaking and hands clenched on the steering wheel.

“You couldn’t have waited until we landed in Japan, princess?” Jungkook groaned in a low voice, patting his lap as you straddled him. “Do you think you can stay quiet? We can’t be waking up Namjoon now…”

You seated yourself in his lap and before you could nod, Jungkook pulled away for a second.

“Wait-” Jungkook whispered, adjusting some of the switches in the plane. “I just need to make sure it’s on autopilot…” After a few seconds, Jungkook tilted your chin up to meet you in a sloppy kiss. Saliva pooled from the corner of your lips as your eyes fluttered closed, your hands clenched on his white uniform. You grinded your growing arousal against his dress pants, feeling lust take control.

“Tilt your head back.” He moaned breathlessly, fixating his lips on unclaimed skin. You winced as his teeth pierced your neck, only to be soothed by his kisses. “Fuck… you looked so good on my lap. Do you think you can ride me, princess?”

“H-here? It’s really tight and cramped-” You started, only to jump as Jungkook’s hands left the steering wheel and instead on your ass. “My uniform, Jungkook…!” You whispered harshly, swatting his hand away.

“I don’t care about this damn uniform-” Jungkook seethed, slapping both hands on your ass. “It would be better if you had it off. You have no idea how badly I wish I could bend you back and-”

You clamped a hand over his mouth as heat surged to your face and ears, heart thumping loudly in your chest.

“Do you know what you’re saying…?!” You hissed, only to hear the unbuckling of Jungkook’s belt.

“Look what you did…” He muttered, releasing his erection as he gave it a few pumps with his free hand. “Actually don’t ride me. Want to take care of this for me with your mouth, princess?”

You gulped but nodded fervently as you took him in your mouth. Jungkook bit back his lip, holding back his loud moans as his mind went blank. He was getting breathless under your gentle fingers stroking him back and forth and that damn mouth. Shit, he could feel his legs going numb. The sight from where he sat was so arousing as you bent down in front of him, sucking him off while everyone was sleeping.

If only Namjoon was flying right now… He would drag you to the nearest staff bathroom and ravage you, pull your hair back and leave you a mess. Shit- He was getting closer and closer just thinking about it.

So what if people heard? At least they’d never flirt with you again. At least they’ll finally leave what belonged to him alone.

“Make sure you swallow every single drop. You can’t make a mess here. You’re the one that said the lives of hundreds of people are in my hands.” He smirked, roughly pulling you up for a sloppy kiss.

“You-!” Your voice muffled as he pulled away, only to feel your lips wrap around his cock again. He quickly hit the back of your throat as you gagged, lurching back. “J-Jungk...ook…” With your palms resting on his thighs, Jungkook bit his lip, suppressing his moans. Swirling your tongue around his slit, Jungkook flinched, roughly breathing out.

“G-gonna…” His breath hitched as he lowered his head to his chest, hands resting on the back of your neck. Jungkook made sure to secure your mouth onto his cock, coming in warm spurts. His breaths were laborious as he groaned, his head falling back against his seat. You struggled to lap it all up as Jungkook held onto your jaw.

“Open.”

With your lips parted, Jungkook grew aroused at the sight. Your cheeks were flushed red with white residue stuck to your tongue, slowly dripping down and out of your mouth.

“Messy girl.” He mused, wiping the cum off your lips with a quick swipe of the finger. Jungkook watched as you sucked his finger clean, looking up at him with lust-filled eyes. “I’ll spoil you when we land.” He promised, cupping your cheeks and kissing your temple.

You pulled a handkerchief from your front pocket, cleaning both you and Jungkook. The light turbulence made you stumble in the cockpit as Jungkook buttoned his dress pants back up.

“I have to clean my appearance up in the bathroom.” You murmured, getting off his lap as Jungkook gave you a soft and gentle smile, his eyes staring at his whole world.

“Thank you for doing that for me, princess.”

“Feel a bit better?”

Jungkook nodded, grabbing a hold of your hand and intertwining fingers. You squeezed his hand, not wanting to let go.

“I really have to go now, baby.” You whispered at him, reluctant to let go of him. He hummed, flipping switches on the plane as you look over at him from the entrance of the cockpit door and the sleeping Namjoon before softly making your exit.

»»————-　♡　————-««

It would be half an hour before landing with the beautiful afternoon sky of Tokyo greeting them. He could see the massive airport that was Narita, keeping a reasonable distance and high altitude behind the plane in front of him, waiting for it to descend.

It took a couple of minutes, watching as the plane below him finally descended onto the runway. Jungkook adjusted the aviation headset as he connected with the air traffic control tower.

“Korean 086, clearance for landing on four-right.” Jungkook voiced into his mic, his Korean accent lacing each English word as he waited for air traffic control admission.

“Korean 086, could you please accept runway four-left?” A male answered, surprising him at the lack of accent. What was that word Namjoon taught him?

“Umm,” Jungkook started, his hand scratching the scalp of his head. “I’m afraid to say I’m too- uh… committed…? to four-right at the moment.”

“Do you have commitment issues, sir?” The man deadpanned as Jungkook felt his shoulders slump. What did that mean? Is that a no?

Why was it always him?

“Oh… um-” He murmured, feeling his cheeks heat up as his eyes drifted nervously in the cockpit.

He racked his brain for English vocabulary. Anything would be good enough. Shoot, shoot-

“It’s just a joke 086,” Air traffic control responded back at the lack of response. “Wind 260 at 2, runway four-right clear to land.”

Jungkook sighed in relief, voicing back.

“Cleared to land, runway four-right, Korean 086. Thank you, sir.”

Namjoon stirred awake, shuffling in his reclined seat as he rubbed his eyes. Jungkook kept his gaze on the long strip of the runway, flipping several switches as the plane’s flaps opened. The landing gears retracted out as Jungkook’s body tensed.

Namjoon fixed himself up as he checked the meters, cautiously eyeing Jungkook who finally made contact with the ground. The tires screeched against the runway, creating dark skid marks as the plane reduced its speed. The vibration of the plane was limited compared to other landings, a smile appearing on Jungkook’s face.

“Smooth point of contact,” Namjoon muttered under his breath as Jungkook connected once again with the air traffic control tower.

“Korea 086, waiting for gate directions.” He called, listening to the rustling of papers and the murmurs of controllers.

“Please wait, 086. Delta 049 is about to take off... Actually- please start rolling to gate 201.” A woman with a hint of a Japanese accent answered back.

「ありがとうございます, 奥様。Thank you, ma’am, 」Jungkook shyly responded back, earning a grin from Namjoon who looked at him like a proud father.

「あら、日本人ですか？Oh my, are you Japanese?」The woman asked cheerfully.

「あーごめんなさい。韓国人です。 Ah, I’m sorry. I’m Korean.」

「日本語上手ですね！You’re Japanese is really good!」

「ありがとうございます。Thank you~」

As Jungkook maneuvered the plane to gate 201, he watched as the marshalers directed him into the spot, connecting him to the jet bridge. When he was securely and safely parked, he connected to the main prompter system of the plane.

“Hello, everyone. This is co-pilot Jeon Jungkook. We now have arrived at Narita Airport, Japan.”

Your head snapped up at the sound of his voice, looking at the restless passengers who wanted to leave the plane. His English was accented with some slur of his words, which you found adorably cute. There was an evident lisp in his voice whenever he spoke any language. That was your Jungkookie.

Your gaze seemed to fall on Jimin who lazily sat up in his seat, searching for his bag and brushing his hand through his hair. He stretched his hands over his head, shirt riding up as the skin of his stomach began to show.

“My wife and I… I mean, Y/n and I hope you have had a satisfactory flight. Have a wonderful day, and thank you once again for flying with Korean Air.”

You felt your eyes widen as Jimin seemed to look up from his spot too, his expression stunned, his arms coming back down. Your face grew hot as Jungkook’s words registered in your ears, repeating over in an endless loop in your head. Balancing the weight of your feet, you scrambled back to the galleys, rushing past and into the already unlocked cockpit. Namjoon laughed as the two of them turned around, your cheeks tinted pink and lips quivering.

“Jungkook!” You shouted, marching up to the man who stared up at you with warm and loving eyes. “Why- I- You never tell anyone-”

He simply stood up on his feet, wrapping his arms and giving you a comforting squeeze. You were rendered speechless as he spoiled you in affections.

“I love you…” He murmured, pecking your lips as you snuggled yourself in his chest.

“Can you at least let me out?” Namjoon chuckled awkwardly, the two of you flinching and growing embarrassed, making way for him to leave. “Also, don’t take too long! We have to see off the passengers.”

“Hyung, what do you think I was going to do?!” Jungkook whined and huffed, following him out as you laughed at the pair. Soon enough, all the cabin members were standing in front of the entrance to the plane.

As you waved and thanked each of the passengers, you spotted Jimin walking down the aisle, his sunglasses covering his eyes. He stopped in front of you, tilting his head to his side as his signature Chanel necklace dangled around his neck.

“It’s a shame I can’t take you up on that marriage proposal offer. But my mileage sure does go over a few hundred thousands.” He smirked, lowering his shades as he gave you a wink. “It was a pleasure being served by you, y/n.” With that, he turned his heel, walking off the plane and through the jet bridge to the airport.

Jungkook scowled at first, only to pout, pulling you close to his chest as you stood flustered, head dizzy. Should you be flattered at such a comment in front of your husband?

“If only he saw the mess I made with you in the cockpit... ” He muttered under his breath, bitterness lacing his tone.

Don’t you dare.

As time went on, slowly all the passengers gave their farewells and the plane was finally empty. With the final flight of the day done for your crew, everyone went to grab their belongings. Jungkook came up to your side, bag in hand as his other hand reached for yours. You looked over, instinctively wrapping your fingers around his.

“What should we do? Do you want to check out the stores here?” He asked excitedly, pulling you along into the large airport. “I heard you can’t find the things here in any other country.”

“Anywhere is fine if I’m with you, Jungkook.” You giggled, matching his strides. Jungkook looked over at you, stopping in the middle of the large airport, his face as if he was on the verge of crying. He suddenly hugged you tight, his bag falling beside him.

“You okay?” You asked worriedly.

“I just… I love you…”

“I love you too, Jungkook.” You giggled at the boy whose eyes were teary.

“I don’t think I can ever stop falling in love with you, princess.” He whispered as you couldn’t help but grin, leaning in for a kiss.

“Then don’t…”

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A Good Man Part 2

Hinawa Takehisa x Reader SFW No set timeline New relationship

“Ouch!” The woman yelped and rubbed her hip, that was the fourth time Hinawa had shot her in the same spot, he dulled the shots right down so they hurt but didn’t pierce the skin, she was one of the four left in his sadistic game of tag. The team had to get to the flag without the Lieutenant shooting them, they were all failing badly, Shinra and Tamaki sat in the corner to the side with their arms crossed, red marks just between their eyes - Headshots were an instant disqualification.

They had a little further to go, Maki was the closest and Arthur couldn’t stand to wait anymore so he bolted, a speech about his Knight King skills being cut short by a gunshot, he slumped off and the other woman took the chance to summon Sputter using what was left of an earlier ignition by Shinra earlier,, she grew the little fireball bigger and bigger, dodging bullets and launching a counter-attack. With Maki leading the way, Y/N and Vulcan rushed in behind her, the red-haired youth would have made it if he hadn’t have been shot in the knee and fallen into Maki - The large Sputter lost it’s shape and burst, much to Maki’s dismay. Y/N’s eyes widened as the orange and yellow flames spread out, she was in full protective gear but it made her retreat and huddle behind a makeshift barrier. She had to remember to breathe, she forced herself to calm down, it was okay, it was controlled fire, Maki wouldn’t let that happen. Steeling herself she forced herself to her feet and round the corner, right into the barrel of Hinawa’s handgun, she squeezed her eyes shut and waited for him to shoot her.

“I’m not cruel enough to shoot you at point-blank range. You’re disqualified.” Hinawa holstered his weapon and told everyone to hit the showers. They had failed the task but it was valuable training, the Lieutenant could already see them all reviewing where they had gone wrong and he knew they’d do better in the morning. “Y/N, you’re on clean up duty after dinner.”

Washing up duty, her least favourite but she nodded regardless. Hinawa still made her nervous, he had been around a lot more since her meeting with Obi and the Lieutenant two weeks earlier, she wasn’t sure if he was watching her out of concern or looking for mistakes. It had to be the former because she knew he was a kind man. Even if he looked ready to murder at any given moment. Y/N was getting better at reading the man’s micro-expressions, she glanced at him discreetly, his eyes still held an amber hue from using his ability throughout the training, he seemed pleased with them though. Finding a reason to delay her shower, she headed in after Maki and Iris had finished, she had never showered with them before and they were kind enough not to pry into it, Maki told her once not to be so shy and Y/N wasn’t about to tell her it wasn’t the case. The evening passed quickly - Paperwork had to be done and then they all sat down to eat. The table as lively as ever, “Aren’t you hot, Y/N?”

“Hmm?” She looked up from her food and shook her head at Arthur’s question, “Not really.”

“I’ve never seen you without your jumpsuit all done up. Even when it’s really warm weather.” Shinra elbowed him from the side, “What? I’m just saying…”

“It’s okay, I just prefer to be covered, it’s a pain to wash the oil off of my skin all the time - we can’t all get away with being dirty all the time.”

“Rude,” Vulcan said as she realised he was talking about him. “I’m always welding, besides, the oil slides right off me.” They fell into a new subject but Y/N noticed that she was being watched, she turned her head a little and she met Hinawa’s gaze, heat began to rise in her cheeks and she looked away nervously. She missed the slight frown on the Lieutenant’s lips, the man was disappointed that she was still frightened of him.

It was always two of them that washed up after, Y/N passed Obi the last dish and washed her hands, “Done!”

Obi dried it and placed it back in the cupboard, “We certainly eat a lot.” The Captain clicked on the kettle and pulled out three cups, “How’s it been, Y/N? Hinawa told me that you handled yourself well in training earlier.”

“I froze,” She admitted and passed him the coffee.

“But you got yourself under control and got up.”

“Straight into his line of fire…” She liked washing up with the Captain, he always made a decent coffee and he was pleasant to chat with afterwards.

Obi poured the boiling water, “You can’t take a compliment at all, can you?” He snorted at her shrug and handed her a cup, “You know, Hinawa doesn’t give praise lightly… he’s not a bad guy, I know he seems prickly and serious, that’s just him, he’s not as emotive as everyone else but he’s a -”

“He’s a kind man. I know, Captain… Don’t think I haven’t noticed it.” She hit his bicep lightly, the muscle hard as stone, “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you trying to set us up either - you’re not skilled at it.”

“You say that,” he grinned, “But someone has to take this coffee to Hinawa and I’m pulling rank, off you go, Y/N”

— -

Grumbling under her breath, the coffee cup in her hand, Y/N headed down the hall toward the office. Inside was still a mountain of paperwork, everyone else had retired for the night but Hinawa would no doubt be still at it. But she didn’t hear the clicking of the keys on his laptop and nor could she see his hat peaking up over the paper piles, “Lieutenant?” She found him on the other side, his cheek resting on his arm where he seemed to have dozed off, it was unheard of and Y/N set his coffee down quietly before sliding the laptop over to herself and saving his work.

He looked so peaceful laying there that Y/N wasn’t sure whether to wake him or not, he would end up with a sore back and neck ache if he stayed there… He would be better going to bed, “Sir…” Y/N whispered, her hand hovering over his shoulder but not yet touching him, “Lieutenant Hinawa… Sir.” Her hand rested on the back of his shoulder and suddenly her entire world was turning, she felt pressure on her wrist from where the man was pulling and then the touch softened, she landed gentler than expected. Her eyes met his and Y/N realises she was laid across his lap, his hand rested on her back to keep her from falling back, “Um… Did…did I startle you?”

“You’re lucky I realised it was you or you’d be pinned to the floor.” Hinawa adjusted his glasses and sighed, “Did you need something?”

“I was bringing you coffee, then I didn’t want you to sleep at the desk… Lieutenant?” He blinked at her, head tilting slightly in question, “C-Could you let me go now?” He still had hold of her wrist and it was embarrassing being on his lap. Though… she couldn’t help but stare a little at his face. Hinawa was handsome, his hand was warm on her back and she realised that her hand had been resting on his chest - his strong, defined… Y/N pulled her hand away awkwardly.

He caught it quickly and before the woman knew it she could feel his lips on hers, soft but insistent. He pulled away reluctantly, “Sorry, Y/N.” Hinawa knew she didn’t like him regularly but with her so close, with her looking at him like she could like him a little, he hadn’t been able to resist. Hands cupped his jaw and Y/N pressed a shy kiss to his mouth. It was all the man needed to deepen the kiss, his hand on her back brought her closer to his body and his hat fell to the floor as Y/N combed her fingers through his hair. He was so aware of her against him, relaxed for once and a comfortable weight as she leaned in further. Hinawa’s lips left hers reluctantly, he could have kissed her all evening but then his lips were moving down to her throat, sucking a light mark into her skin whilst her hands unzipped the top half of his jumpsuit and pushed it down over his arms to his waist.

Hinawa was about to return the favour, his fingers tugging the zip barely an inch before Y/N tensed and pulled away, “I can’t!” She removed herself from his lap and backed away, her expression was panicked and once more she found it impossible to look Hinawa in the eye, “I’m sorry, so sorry! I… I can’t!”

“It’s okay…” He was a little shocked in all honesty and his guard dropped, his hand hovered slightly as if he wanted to reach for her and his eyes were gentle as he tried not to take it to heart. “It was a little fast, I understand.”

“No,” she whispered and raised her eyes, “You don’t understand, Hinawa. I really like you.”

“What?” The Lieutenant wasn’t expecting that, he thought maybe she got caught up in the moment and was regretting it. She liked him?

Y/N bit her lip and her arms wrapped around herself a little as she shrunk back into the wall, “I don’t want you to see me… I don’t want you to see my burns.” It was what had kept her from doing anything about her crush, every day she had to see the discoloured, gnarled skin on her arm, her thigh, her hip, her stomach and chest and… she was hideous beneath her clothes. “I’m ugly.”

Things clicked into place, the way she always covered up even when it was hot, why she flinched or pulled away when people tried to touch anything but her head, even her reluctance to look him in the eyes most days. She liked him the same way he liked her but she had been frightened of his reaction - Not of Hinawa himself.

He was relieved.

Hinawa stood up and took her hand as he passed her, pulling her out of the office and down the hall toward her room, she didn’t have anyone to share it yet so she had the luxury of a private room. The Lieutenant figured she would be more comfortable in her room than his and when they got there he asked her to let him in. Y/N opened the door and flicked on the light inside, thankful she had tidied it earlier and made the bed. She slept on the bottom bunk and she had used a spare sheet hung from the top bunk to make a sort of curtain. “Lieutenant?”

“Takehisa.” He turned to face her, “Just for now, please, call me by my name.” Hinawa wasn’t good at confessions, he wasn’t good with feelings, they were confusing and messy, they go in the way of things and made life complicated - but he could be allowed this once, to be awkward and confused, right? “I like you, Y/N. From the second I saw you in Company 3 I knew I liked you. I was impressed by your service history, your mechanical skills and the compassion you had despite your entire company mocking you for it. I told you before but after I learned of your injuries, what you had gone through to save lives… being burned alive with no ability to protect you. Overcoming that experience and being strong enough to get up and keep fighting for innocent lives… You’re incredible. You’re brave, you’re strong and you’re beautiful! I don’t care what’s beneath your clothes or what you look like - You’re the most beautiful person I’ll ever meet, Y/N!”

Oh.

Y/N was stunned, her lips parted a little and she could feel her whole body warming up, his sincerity and straightforwardness knocked her off her feet and she didn’t know how to reply… she was happy though, so, so happy to hear those words from him. “Lieu… T-Takehisa…. thank you… thank you…” Tears sprang to her eyes and she pressed the heels of her hands to them, she didn’t want to look so pathetic in front of him. She felt his arms around her again and wrapped hers around his waist as she hit her face in his neck, “I like you too,” She mumbled into his skin, “I just need a little time before I’m ready to show you all of me…” Y/N pulled back just a little so that she could look at him properly, “Can you wait for me?”

“Can I keep kissing you until then?” She answered him by pressing their mouths together and letting her eyes slip shut.

Hinawa was a good man

– -

Obi smiled to himself as he placed Hinawa’s cap on the back of the man’s chair and took the untouched coffee to the kitchen to wash up - And Y/N said he wasn’t skilled at matchmaking.

#hinawa takehisa #reader #fire force

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daddykohli · 4 years

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your big hands, your big heart and your pretty mouth

I wrote this based on a problem I dealt with when buying this particular spooky shirt. this is meant to be the first in a series of halloween related fics because if there is anything I love in the world, its halloween! enjoy!

warnings: slight angst, smut, fluff, reader deals with body insecurity, cursing, semi-intense face sitting, brief mentions of alcohol/consumption

spencer x plus size fem reader

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you’re halloween shopping online and come across the most perfect item that you’re just dying to get your hands on. when it arrives, however, it’s a major letdown. luckily, your boyfriend has a big brain and big hands that, together, provide the perfect solution.

“Spencer, I found the one!” Spencer closed his book and looked at the laptop screen over your head. He’d been perched on your butt for the better part of an hour, his favorite seat in the house while you lay on your tummy in bed, online shopping for Halloween stuff. You both had a particularly special relationship with Halloween, you began celebrating it in late August and squeezed every last spooky drop out of it by the first of November. Your house together was decorated wall to wall in orange and black, as were your desks at work and you'd dominated the couples costumes for the last 3 years. The shirt in question was a black tank top that tied behind your neck and had skeleton hands printed on it as if they were holding your boobs. Spencer set the book aside and chuckled, a grin on his pretty face, adjusting to sprawl his legs out on either side of your body. “Where do you plan to wear that?” he questioned, reaching forward to tug on the end of your ponytail, playing with the strands. You shrug, compartmentalizing the instinctive pulse of heat you usually feel when Spencer pulls on your hair; you were on a mission. “Lunch, the bar, out in the field,” you jokingly suggest, turning to peek up at your boyfriend. He’s shaking his head and you fake a pout. “What, you don’t think Hotch would approve of my skeleton titty shirt?” Spencer sputtered and playfully pushed your face down into the mattress. “Noo...please never use the words ‘Hotch’ and ‘titty’ in the same sentence ever again,” he begged, making you both laugh uncontrollably. Spencer was smiling softly down at you, looking comfortable in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt with a physics pun you couldn’t pray to understand on it. Essentially being on call 24 hours a day kept the both of you from being in comfy clothes very often so you cherished the time you actually had to be soft and lazy. His hair looked just as soft and lazy as the rest of him, messy and curly and a little poofy from laying in bed all day. His dark circles were, perhaps, a little less prominent than usual—an actual, full weekend where you weren’t staring at dead bodies will allow you some extra r&r. Your heart clenched with how much you loved him; you’d never felt like this about anyone in your entire life and you wanted to keep him by your side forever. “What?” he asked, nose crinkling, always just a little insecure under scrutiny, even if it was the love of his life doing the scrutinizing. Overwhelmed with feeling, you shook your head dismissively, “just love you,” you replied, and turned back to the laptop and the item that caught your attention in the first place. It was cute, funny and raunchy enough to get a fun response from your coworkers when you went out the night before Halloween to the bar. You chose your size and checked out, paying for express shipping because you simply could not wait for it. - A couple days later, you pounded on the door to the study where Spencer was filling out some paperwork he elected to bring home with him rather than stay late at headquarters. “Hmm?” you heard him call, summoning you inside. You burst in the room, waving a package frantically before tearing into it. Spencer spun his chair around to give you his full attention, letting out a fond laugh at your excitement. You pulled the black fabric from the plastic and waved it triumphantly before throwing it at him to catch. Spencer let out a noise of surprised distress, the tank top hitting his chest and falling into his lap but before he could whine about you giving him a heads up, you were pulling the t-shirt you currently wore over your head to reveal that you weren’t wearing a bra underneath. “Shit,” he let out, at least 2 octaves higher than normal, flushing. He had expected a fashion show when the shirt arrived but he hadn’t planned for this kind of fashion show. You did note how his eyes hungrily took in your chest and clocked his hand twitching as if he was going to reach out and touch you, but before he could, you were grabbing the tank top from his lap and slipping it over your head. Certainly you wanted his hands on your body nearly every waking minute of every day, but for right now, you were just excited about your new top. When you looked down at the tank top, however, the smile dropped from your face. The tank top fit, barely, but the skeleton hands were comically small and yet stretched across your chest in a way that made them look especially goofy. Spencer’s heart sank as he watched the micro-expressions flit across your face as you realized the shirt simply wasn’t made for your ample chest and the anger you felt toward yourself for thinking this would work, finally resting on resigned defeat. His arms raised instinctively, hands grabbing at the air, indicating that he wanted you to come to him. Your arms crossed, hugging your body, hiding it from Spencer, from yourself. Normally, you were an extremely confident plus size woman, you loved your body, your boyfriend loved your body and that’s all that mattered to you. For some reason, however, this particular item of clothing was picking at all your insecurities, making you feel sick to your stomach and hideously embarrassed. “Sweetheart,” Spencer pleaded gently, scooting forward an inch in his chair, aching to be holding you close, touching the body he adored. You shook your head, squeezing your arms tighter around yourself and picking your discarded t-shirt up off of the floor. With that, you slinked out of the room, down the hall and into the bathroom. You sighed, locking the door and changing back into your t-shirt, throwing the offending tank top into the trash can. You hugged your knees to your chest, dropping your head down, and felt tears burn in your eyes, threatening to spill over. You were so fucking angry at yourself, you didn’t know why you were letting this one little tank top dictate your self worth but you were too tired to fight it today. The knock on the door that you were expecting came then. “Baby?” Spencer called softly. He heard you sniffling and let his forehead press against the wood. “You’re breaking my heart, baby, please let me in”. Your disgust with yourself warred with your desire to be in Spencer’s arms until you finally stood, unlocking the door and opening it slowly. Spencer looked you up and down, noticing your change of clothes and tears streaked face. His hand reached out to cup your cheek, thumbing away the tears that had fallen. His mind was whirring with the effort to find a quick solution to the tank top problem. He knew the body image problem was its own, more serious conversation, but he had an IQ of 187, surely he could rectify a too-small tank top. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” you sigh, leaning in to rest your tired head on your boyfriend’s chest. He was warm and solid and it was silly (Spencer would school you into next week if you confessed this to him) but you swore his aura was a gentle pink, enveloping you like a hug even when he wasn’t hugging you. You could feel Spencer shaking his head as he pet your hair with one hand and snaked the other arm around your waist to hold you close. “There’s nothing wrong with you. You bought a shirt in your size and this company didn’t have the skill or brain power to design a shirt that fit on the sizes they’re peddling. That doesn’t have anything to do with your body, it’s just poor business”. You knew he was right, logically, but you were still feeling a little residual self-doubt. Spencer seemed to sense that and pulled back to look at you. His nose twitched, thinking, and then his pretty mouth set, the way it does when he’s made a decision, lips pressed together tight. He put both hands on your waist and guided you to the bedroom. “Spence—” you protested, but it was no use. When you reached the bedroom, Spencer indicated for you to sit on the bed, roaming all over your body with his eyes, drinking you in. Spencer knew he had to handle the next few moments delicately. “Your body is exactly the size that it needs to be,” he began, looking at earnestly as he could into your eyes. “You eat when you’re hungry. You exercise enough to keep up with the demand of your job. You’re the only one on the team who makes an effort to find healthy food options when we’re out on the field. You’re strong. You can certainly lift more than these noodle arms can,” he joked, wiggling his arms like worms, successfully bringing the first smile to your face since this all began. Encouraged, he continued. “I use your butt as my own personal cushion and your chest as a pillow. I am the happiest man alive,” he laughed, but in a way that made you laugh with him. He quickly became serious again. “Your hips and waist and thighs and stomach are soft to the touch, inviting...they feel like coming home, y/n,” he confessed quietly. “You look the way you’re meant to look. Like a goddess, something to be worshipped”. You stared up at him, he’d been inching closer and closer as his speech went on. Now he stood directly in front of you, your knees pressed into his legs. “Can I show you?” he asked hesitantly, reaching out to run his thumb over your bottom lip. Your brain short circuited a little, going blank at his touch. “Show me...what?” you asked, dazed, kissing his thumb. “How much I worship you,” he answered, moving to get on his knees. Your eyes widened and you nodded, not even able to form words. Spencer’s hands reached out, long fingers spread across the tops of your thighs. You shivered at his touch, prompting a proud smirk to ghost across his pretty lips. His hands slid up slowly, stopping at the waistband of your shorts. His honey eyes met yours, asking silent permission. Against your better judgement (your bike shorts were keeping all of you ‘in place’, as it were) you nodded, mesmerized. Spencer pressed a hand to your sternum, indicating that he wanted you to lay back and you complied. You didn’t watch what he was doing, didn’t want to look at yourself but when you felt him pause, you sat up a little to meet his eyes. “Look at me,” he commanded softly, but firmly. You nodded again, it seemed he’d snatched the air right out of your lungs and with it, your ability to speak. Spencer looked into your eyes a moment longer as if making sure you were going to obey and then hooked his fingers into your waistband, pulling down your shorts. Spencer may have seem collected and in total control to you but when he saw your pink lacy panties, his genius IQ dropped approximately 240 points. His mouth opened three different times, various squeaks coming along with them before he was finally able to form a sentence. Your answering coy giggle did nothing to help his situation. “You’re telling me you were wearing these all day and we haven’t been in bed until now?” he asked as if he were mortally offended by the prospect. You rolled your eyes until you felt his hands on your waist under your big t-shirt, touching the rolls there. “Spence,” you protested, squeezing your eyes closed as if to hide from the situation. “Angel,” he replied, holding your waist firmly in his grip, long fingers spread across your body like they belonged there. Like they fit. Something clicked in your brain then and you sat up, pulling your t-shirt over your head so you could get a better look at his hands on your body. As you were having your revelatory moment, Spencer was having a religious one, suddenly confronted with you in a pair of pink lacy panties that left almost nothing to the imagination and your bare chest, nipples hard in the cool room and a confident, happy look on your face that he’d gravely missed. “You hands. They’re big,” you began, and Spencer could only nod in agreement, hungrily drinking in every inch of you displayed in front of him. “They fit my body,” you explained, nose burning a little, the way it does when you’re about to cry. Spencer nodded frantically then, your point hitting, a big smile gracing his face. “Like you were made for me,” he murmured, almost as if he hadn’t said it consciously. You grabbed his hands in yours and slid them up your waist and over your chest, his hands gripping your breasts, cupping them perfectly. You bit your bottom lip to stave off the tears that threatened to spill over. Spencer thumbed one of your nipples and pinched the other, eliciting a soft gasp that went straight to his dick. He leaned in like a man possessed, one hand moving down to rest on your tummy, fingers spanning it and mouthing your nipple, his pretty lips wrapping around it, tongue flicking out to taste your skin. “Jesus, Spence,” you giggled breathily, leaning back to allow him more access. “Soft,” he mumbled against your breast, “mine”. He moved down your body then, kissing as he went. Hands on your hips, kissing across your tummy, biting at your waist, moving lower. His hands reaching under you to cup your ass, kissing the tender, sensitive skin of your inner thighs, noting the wet spot on the crotch of your panties that made his pants significantly tighter. As he moved across your body, he whispered “soft” and “mine” as he touched and kissed each area you’d felt insecure about today, even the ones you hadn’t specifically mentioned. “Spencer, I need you to touch me,” you pleaded, thighs rubbing together, core aching with need. Spencer smirked as he met your eyes. “I am touching you,” he countered, squeezing your thighs as a demonstration. “You’ll have to be more specific”. You nodded, determined, and gripped the hair on the back of his head in your hand, pushing him down so his face met the now-soaked fabric of your panties. “That specific enough for you?” He gulped, nodding, and wasted no time, pulling off your panties to reveal what he’d been aching for since you both entered the bedroom. He could smell you, he realized with a jolt, and whimpered, breathing in your arousal. “Worship me, then,” you commanded, a little bit of teasing in your voice, prodding him to move. You both spent every moment in bed battling for control and it varied day to day who would come out (figuratively and literally) on top. Today, it looked like, it would be you. To really hammer this home, a thought popped into Spencer’s head so enticing that he had no choice but to act on it. “Get up,” he told you, moving from his spot on the floor. The confused look in your eyes pained him and he pulled you up by your arms off the bed, quickly stripping off his clothes before laying down in the same warm spot you’d just vacated. He scooted up the bed and little, propping his head up on a pillow, and when satisfied that he’d be comfortable, he crooked a finger, summoning you forward. “Sit on my face,” Spencer blurted out, half begging. You think in that moment, your brain stopped working. Maybe you died and went to heaven. “You want me to what?” you squeak, your thighs squeezing together, body betraying your words. “I want you to sit on my face,” he replied, more confident now. There was actually nothing he’d rather do in the entire world than watch you hover over him while his tongue was pressed inside of you. “Spence, I’ll crush you,” you began and stopped when you saw him shaking his head. “Statistically improbable, sex related deaths are slim to none. Plus,” he added, smirking, reaching out to grab your hand and pulling you onto the bed, “what was it you were saying earlier? Your body was made for me? I can’t quite remember the exact wording”. You rolled your eyes even as your core throbbed at the implication that you belonged to him so thoroughly that you were created to fit in his hands. “You have an eidetic memory, smart ass”. Spencer shrugged easily, pulling you further on top of him until your thighs were straddling his chest. “Really works better with the written word,” he defended, tapping out a mindless rhythm on your thighs with his fingertips. “So”. “So,” you answered, feeling stubborn despite the fact that every nerve ending in your body was screaming for you to scoot forward that extra bit and smother your boyfriend’s face with your body. “Alright,” Spencer stated, fed up with the messing around, he wanted to taste you. He gripped the backs of your thighs and dragged you up his body and over his face. You raised your hips so your center didn’t quite touch him, a lasting bit of hesitation evident in your actions. “You sure it’ll be okay?” you mumbled quietly, looking anywhere but in his eyes. “Hey,” he called out, forcing you to look at him. He has a slight smile on his face and his hands were currently gripping your ass like he would die if he let go. “I’ve never been more sure of anything”. With that, you lost your will to protest and settled down slowly on his face. The noise Spencer let out was positively lewd. He began by slowly lapping at your clit, nose and chin already wet from what had accumulated before he even touched you. From then on, he was insatiable, moving between pressing his tongue inside you to working at that one, good spot to the left of your clit that made you twitch and whimper with every touch. You lost yourself in the moment as well, pressing down into his face, rubbing against his nose and at one point, riding his tongue. Spencer was in heaven. Your soft, beautiful thighs were crushed against his face, your hand was in his hair, guiding him and you were, perhaps, wetter than you’ve ever been, soaking his face in your essence. He could feel you getting close, quickly, so he sped up the movement against your clit he was currently working with his lips and tongue. Soon, he felt you press your thighs so tight he couldn’t breathe, his brain feeling fuzzy and a noise roaring in his ears. He didn’t care, he’d die happy this way. You finished with Spencer moaning into you after a moment of confidence had you asking, “who does this pussy belong to?” He couldn’t answer with words, but his answering moan and his hand slapping your ass would suffice. You rode out your orgasm letting your full weight rest on his face until you felt a tap at your hip and pulled off quickly. Spencer was staring up at you like you were something ethereal, unreal, magic. His face was flushed, he was panting heavily, pretty mouth blurred and bright red from use and eyes glassy with wonder. “You are...an angel,” he revered, reaching up to touch you all over, every place that caused you discomfort earlier making you feel more confident than the last. You giggled prettily, out of breath and scooted down his body, wiping his chin off with your thumb. When you leaned in to kiss him, you tasted yourself and both of you moaned wildly, tongues pressed together, biting at each other’s lips. “Wanna get you off,” you mumbled, reaching back, but Spencer grunted, grabbing your hand to prevent it from touching him. “I um..,” he stuttered, blushing and ducking his head, “I already did,” he confessed, and a self satisfied grin spread across your face as you looked back to see him soft, cum painted across his abdomen. “I love you,” you blurted out, though you’d both said it a thousand times before, it felt special today, more significant after all you’d dealt with together. “I love you more,” he responded, smiling gently, rubbing your back with his hands. You shook your head in denial, but didn’t argue. The silence between you then was comfortable until Spencer jolted up, almost throwing you to the floor. “I’ve got an idea!” he shouted, displacing you gently and rushing off to the bathroom. “You should pee, by the way, it prevents UTIs” you heard him instruct you from the other room, not able to help himself from making sure you took care of yourself. He came back in the room holding the offending black tank top, causing you to frown. “Trust me,” he pleaded, turning the garment inside out, “This will work”. - You and Spencer arrived hand in hand at the bar you always went to for the team’s annual night-before-Halloween outing. You had to make your way to the back where the only booth that held all of you was located, and your team (with the exception of Hotch) hooted and hollered when they spotted the pair of you, probably already a couple drinks deep. “Look at the skeleton crew,” Morgan commented loudly, slapping Spencer on the back as you arrived at the booth. Spencer was donning a black t-shirt with skeleton ribs on the front and back while you wore the black tank top with skeleton hands cupping your breasts. You were both in black jeans, him wearing black boots and you in black heels, both with your nails painted black and little bit of eyeliner on. Even though this outing was supposed to be costume-free, the two of you couldn’t help but go a little nuts. “Where did you get a tank top like that where the hands fit your boobs?” Garcia demanded, reaching out as if she was going to touch them and making you laugh as Emily held her back. “I’ve looked everywhere and the skeleton hands are just too tiny for these,” she whined mournfully, cupping her own chest. Perhaps Garcia was more than a couple drinks deep, then. “I didn’t buy it like this,” you stated, a smirk on your face. You look up at Spencer to see him flushed, but proud. You squeezed his hand and lifted it, waving it side to side in front of your team. “We um...customized it”. It took them a moment to realize what that had meant before Garcia screeched, slapping her hand down on the table, prompting the rest of the team’s jaws to drop, JJ staring at Spencer’s hands, then your chest and back again, like she’d never seen either before. “Our boy does look a bit skeletal,” Rossi commented, prompting laughter from the group, even Spencer, despite his now flaming red cheeks. “What can I say, we’re a perfect fit”.

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Sex Tips 101: Domming Your Man

Kinktober Day Three ~ kink: dom!fem

pairing: bakugou katsuki x dom fem!reader

warning: smut, cussing

word count: 3,635

a/n: ITS LATE IM SORRY BUT ALSO SUB BAKUGOU???? sorry if you hate the format I liked it LMAO

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Everyone always expected Bakugou Katsuki to be a dom in bed. In their defense, they weren’t wrong for assuming so. Bakugou Katsuki was a leader, he loved to be in charge, hated being overrun. But that was outside of the bedroom. You knew him better.

Whenever your friends would ask how it was to sleep with bakugou, you would just smile, your eyebrow quirked. Everyone always assumed it was because Bakugou constantly had you against the wall.

Drilling into you until you couldn’t think.

Making you scream his name until your voice went raw.

“Come on, y/n-chan!” Mina cried as you once again avoided talking about your sex life with bakugou. “We told you about our stories! why won’t you tell us yours!”

As always, you laugh and place down your drink. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to share, it was that Bakugou was embarrassed to admit that the one time he wasn’t in complete control was in the bedroom.

You looked at the curious faces of your beloved classmates and laughed again, thinking back to last night.

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Bakugou walked into the house, he was utterly and completely ready for you tonight.

Having a day off from work, you had spent your free time sending Bakugou… provocative pictures. The entire time he ignored you, only leaving you with a growing smirk. You knew that every time you sent something, within two minutes Bakugou was opening it. It didn’t matter where he was, hell, you were positive he took his phone out during an interview today! He may not be responding, but you could feel his annoyance and growing want through the screen.

So now he was home. throwing his bag on the ground, he walked through the halls quietly, hoping to catch you off guard.

His vermillion eyes locked on you sitting by your vanity mirror. Your hair was curled delicately, red lipstick stained your plump lips as you stared into the mirror. With your fingers running through your hair, you micro adjusted things before smiling softly.

Bakugou watched as you stood up, his black t-shirt swamped over your torso, ending right beneath the swell of your ass. His mouth felt dry as he continued staring at you. Your shimmery eyeshadow catching in the light of the room as your eyes slowly locked on him.

A kind smile fills your face. Warm, inviting, welcoming. It was everything Bakugou wanted from you, but after a long day of teasing, it just wasn’t what he needed. “Hi, baby.” You drawl out, your steps are agonizingly small as you walk to him, your painted lips kissing his.

Bakugou growls lowly, the sound vibrating in his chest as he pulled you close. His fingers dug into your hips as your arms wrapped around his neck. “You’re such a fucking tease,” Bakugou snaps, his lips trailing your neck as you exhale softly. Soft giggles hit his ears as his hand's stroke down to grab your ass. The soft flesh filling his hands. “You have no idea how annoying it is to see you in those clothes, not able to do anything about it.”

“Do something about it then,” You smile as your fingers tangle into his thick ash-blond hair. Your eyes closing as he grinds his crotch into you.

“I will.”

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Your eyes trained on the girls, a smile on your face as you took another sip of your tea. You shrug your shoulders as you place the cup down, moving your hair to the side as you displayed the arrangement of purple and yellow bruises on your neck.

“OH MY GOD!” Mina shrieks as she presses her face near your neck, her eyes wide as the other girls try to slip in. Everyone was curious to see the hickies on your flesh.

“That doesn’t surprise me!” Jirou laughs as she covers her face, embarrassed.

“My darling prudes,” Hagakure’s voice interrupts everyone, and the table stares at the invisible girl who places her hand to your face. “The real question is: where they place before, during, or after sex?”

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Bakugou’s mouth sucked harshly on your neck in multiple areas. His teeth nipping your skin as your fingers roamed his chest. You let him have his way with you, his built-up frustration from the day seeping out as he walked you towards the bed. Pants escaping your lips as you can feel the nth hickie on your neck.

The back of your legs hit the mattress, and you go down, Bakugou fluidly following you to the surface. You hum contently against his determined lips, and you get Bakugou to submit to a much slower pace as you unhook a single arm around his neck. You crawl backward on the mattress, Bakugou shifting to keep up with your fleeting form. As soon as you feel the headboard of the bed frame, you grin against his lips. Tucking a single leg around him, you rolled the two of you around, straddling his waist. His vermillion eyes opening as he pants. Lust and need heavy in his eyes, and you giggle.

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You smile, taking her hand off your face as you shake your head, “It was before and during.”

“Okay, you know that I would never, ever actually date Bakugou, but I have to admit… I would not mind sleeping with him. If you know… you never dated him, to begin with.” Mina admits, her cheeks puffing slightly. “I really just want to be controlled and dominated! Is that so much to ask for?”

“I think sometimes you just need to take over,” You say, trying not to reveal the secret in your sex life. “Dominate the dicks for a change!”

“Like you’ve dommed??? With a guy like Bakugou, I wouldn’t be surprised if you never commanded him before!”

There’s agreeing laughter, and you laugh the same, a knowing smile on your face as you grab your teacup. You take a slow drink.

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You pull off Bakugou’s top, your hair falling messily back onto your shoulders as you toss it to the side. Bakugou’s breathing hitches as he takes in your form. You’re clad in a rose gold lace flutter bodysuit. The sheerness of the fabric leaves nothing to be imagined, and the intricate lacing over your breasts makes Bakugou moan in anticipation.

“You were not wearing this one earlier,” Bakugou snaps as his hands grasp your waist, and you laugh. “Where the fuck is the set you wore when you were teasing the hell out of me?”

“I figured you wanted to see this new piece!” You interject, a smile on your face. You didn’t really care for the other set, while this one was nowhere near as sexy as the black piece you owned, you didn’t want Bakugou getting too riled up for what you had planned for him. You lean against him, your breasts pressed against his clothed chest, and your lips ghosting the shell of his ear. “Besides, you forgot to greet me… I don’t think I loved that.”

A soft whimper escapes his mouth as you pull away with a sadistic grin, “Well, maybe if you didn’t fucking tease me all day I wouldn’t have been--mmph!!”

You effectively shut him up with a kiss, your hands immediately snaking under his shirt to run against his toned muscles. You roll your hips up and down his crotch, smirking when you feel his arousal through his pants. Oh yeah, he was not going to enjoy tonight.

“Now, I’m gonna tie your hands to the bed.” You say as you quickly roll off Bakugou, leaving him breathless and dizzy headed as he attempts to sit up. Before Bakugou can even adjust to the lack of your body on his, you’re back on, your hips grinding into his as you pull off his shirt. Your mouth trailing down his torso as he groans. “Hands up.”

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“Well, I don’t think I really want to know about Bakugou-san in this way…” Momo admits to the group, and their attention is momentarily diverted away from you.

“Yaomomo,” Uraraka begins to speak, a teasing tone in her voice. “Our very good friend needs help for domming a dominant boy! It is our job as her friends to help her out!”

“Yes!” Mina and Hagakure shriek as everyone whips their heads around to you, stars gleaming in their eyes.

“I will give you your first tip!” Mina announces, a cunning smirk on her face. “Tip number one: tell him you want to try something new.”

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“I’m going to try something new tonight.” You sigh as you fasten the silk fabric around the bed frame. Your hands tugging on the ropes as you stare at the flustered Bakugou underneath you, his breathing is eerily calm, but his pupils are blown up in anticipation. “All you’re going to be able to do is go along with it.”

“You know, I can easily break out of these bonds, right?” Bakugou informs you, his arms testing the bonds and he nods. He can break out of them for sure.

“Then do it.” You breeze, flipping your hair over your shoulder as you stare at him, challenging him. Bakugou could win if he wanted to, but you know him thoroughly, he wouldn't dare.

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“Next tip,” Hagakure interrupts the conversation where you were playing dumb. You just weren’t sure how to bring up something new to him! “Start with a simple command.”

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Bakugou throws his head back hissing loudly as your mouth sucked a bruise onto his collarbone. Your eyes locked on his turned head as his hips buck into yours. It throws you off slightly, the pleasurable tingles running through your core at the pressure. Your lips continue trailing down, your teeth grazing his nipple. Your hand moving to pinch his free nipple as you focused on one.

A smirk on your face as he calls out your name, his red eyes snapping back on your pouty lips as you left lipstick stains around his stimulated nipple. You suck on it gently, rolling the skin with your tongue and Bakugou barks words at you. Words you don’t understand as you finally bite down on his sensitive skin. Your tongue is quick to lash out and soothe his inflamed skin with your tongue, his moans telling you that you had done it just right.

You shift over to give his other nipple the same treatment, only this time Bakugou manages to have his eyes locked on your the entire time.

You pull away with a satisfying pop. You look down, smiling at the sight of the shiny and slick skin of his pecks, and you lean down. You blow soft cold wind over the few areas of wet skin and relish in the way your name is groaned from his lips. As if this was some rehearsed dance, your hands slam into the mattress by his head.

“You’re not allowed to come until I let you come, okay?” You ask, your face leaning in close.

“I’ll come whenever I damn well please it!” Bakugou snaps at you, and your eyebrow raises. You lick your lips, relishing at the feeling of his body now trembling underneath yours. Oh yeah, this was going to make Bakugou a pile of mush by the end of the night.

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“Tip number twenty,” Uraraka speaks up, surprising everyone there. “Make him beg.”

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The sharp intake of breath from Bakugou caused you to giggle as your hand stroked his hardened dick through his underwear.

You maintained eye contact with him as you took off his underwear, your hands now gripping the hot skin of his cock. Running your tongue along the underside of his dick, you made your way back down to the base, your teeth teasing the sensitive skin. The stuttering groans from Bakugou’s mouth enticing you to continue. Your tongue licked the tip of his head, the salty taste of pre-cum hitting your senses. Your tongue lay flat on the underside of his cock, and you slowly sank your mouth around his cock. Bakugou let out a rough breath through his nostrils as his legs tremble intensely. Your free hand moved to Bakugou’s balls, squeezing them between your fingers, his legs twitching in surprise.

You pushed yourself further down his cock, your tongue swirling around his length as you took him in deeper. You felt his tip hit the back of your throat you pulled up, gagging on his dick, but you drown it with a hum. Bakugou’s eyes clamped at your actions, cursing you as he tried to conceal his lewd noises.

Bakugou stared back at you and gave you a darker glare. It was challenging, once again, but you knew better. His hands slam against the restraints, and you have to remind yourself not to laugh as the lewd noises of your throat being stretched out by his dick resonate in the room.

This time Bakugou groaned deeply, his hips bucking up towards your touch as he almost cries in frustration. You smirked up at him as you continue your movements, uncaring of his pleas for you to go faster. Your speed is agonizingly slow.

Bakugou grunts as you pick up your pace. The hums now intermingling with gagging as his dick continued to hit the back of your throat. The sounds only exciting Bakugou further.

His cock twitches in an all too familiar way, and you pull away. Saliva trailing on his dick and your lips as you gently pat your wet lips.

Bakugou’s eyes are wide in anger, frustration, and lack of release.

“You fucking--”

“Ah ah ah! You can’t come yet.” You remind him, and you shift over his aroused cock and straddle his chest as you lean down whispering against his lips. “Maybe if you beg for it, I’ll let you off with a lighter sentence.”

His vermillion eyes burst with a million emotions, but you grin at the most prominent ones. Refusal, love, and lust.

Bakugou Katsuki was, after all, the biggest sub on the planet with the attitude of a dom.

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“I think, I get it now!” You exclaim happily, your eyes shining with faux realization as they finished telling you their tips and tricks for dominating men who were unwilling to give control to anyone but themselves. “It seems to me that within the fifty-three tips you guys gave me, the most important is that it’s okay to be rough? I felt that it was a common theme for about forty of them!”

“You have to be rough sometimes,” Tsuyu agrees her finger to her mouth as she pondered. “If you aren’t they’ll try taking over.”

“Yeah, especially someone like Bakugou!”

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Bakugou was sweating profusely. His chest heaving with frustration and from constant denial.

You dropped the vibrating ring to the bedside with a laugh as you painted yet another bruise onto his tanned skin. “You’re such a good sub.” You moan as you rub your slicked wet core onto his dick. Bakugou groaning in lust as his hips bucked, desperate for both your pussy to be wrapped around him, and for the release he had been denied.

Five times now.

You had made out with him so intensely at one point, he almost came in his shorts, you then face fucked him twice, rode him once, and now he could not remember his own name anymore as you stopped the torture with the vibrating ring.

“Do you wanna cum?”

“Fucking shit, y/n!” Bakugou yelled, but there was no malice in his voice, only the gravely tone of his arousal in his voice. “Please, god fucking hell, I wanna fucking come inside of you!”

You easily laugh, and Bakugou sighs as your swollen lips are pressed against his own. The first time in a while, and he moans softly as the kiss is slow. It’s slow, and sweet with your hands threading through his hair in a way that makes his mind spin.

“Let’s get you to come.” You promise against his mouth, as you lean towards the headboard. You quickly untie the silk ropes, and Bakugou’s hands fling to your waist. His grasp is tight, bruising even.

You moan slightly at his touch, rather impressed that he did not try to assert his faux dominance over you.

“Please baby,” Bakugou begs against your lips, and a shiver runs down your spine. He’s putty in your hands and is relying on you to get him over the edge.

You break away from the kiss and position yourself over the tip of his dick once again. “Ready?” You ask as his fingers grip even tighter around your hips. Bakugou nods his head, and you sink yourself onto his dick. Hisses escape both your lips at the since forgotten feeling, your hops moving to help better the initial pain.

But the single movement is too much for Bakugou to spare, and he comes hard in you. Your eyes shine brightly as his grunts are soundless, his fingers digging harder into your definitely bruised skin. “Did you just--?”

“Please, shut up…” Bakugou pants, his eyes sealed shut. You stilled for a bit, trying to see if he was wanting to continue on despite his… early release.

Deciding to test the waters, you swivel your hips into a small circle, and Bakugou’s jaw falls open. You can feel him hardening within you in seconds as you shift again. “Oh shit, why are so--FUCK--why are you so damn tight?!”

His head is thrown back as you begin to ride his cock, your own arousal building up entirely too quickly at the sight of your blond, sweating, and quivering lover underneath you. You lean against his chest, your naked chest pressed tightly against his, you ass bouncing as his grip intensifies. Your lips seek his out, and he kisses you with ferocity.

The kiss is sloppy, teeth clashing, and wet noises emitting from your mouth as you grind down tightly against him. “Baby, you’re so fucking big!” You shrill softly into his ear as his hips begin to slam into you.

It seems that he was still near his high as he comes again into you.

The ecstatic laugh that is heard from you makes Bakugou growl in anger. He may be a sub, but he definitely did not enjoy this humiliation. In your current state of amusement and pleasure, he begins to thrust deeply into you. His movements overpowering yours as the power of who was in charge was quickly turning.

Gasps leave your mouth as you arch off him, your hands on your breasts as you play with your nipples. You get the timing right and are soon bouncing in rhythm to his powerful thrusts, but he’s testing waters, trying to get you to come too.

You realize this as you scream out his name, your pussy throbbing and dripping from your arousal, his name the most repeated word on your lips. Bakugou sits up so that you’re riding him in a seated position, and you pant into his neck as you pull his hair harshly. The stuttering grunt from his voice causes you to sigh in satisfaction, and in his own moment of pleasure, you grind your hips in the opposite direction of what you had initially begun at. YOur bounces are higher, the penetration is deeper, and Bakugou is pleading for you to come around him.

You’re panting, your hips desperate as they turn, as you almost crumble as with a snap of his hips Bakugou hits your g-spot.

It’s over and over, your g-spot is slammed into and muffled shrieks escape your lips as you attempt to drown them with Bakugou’s mouth.

The two of you pant hot breaths of air into each other's mouths.

The liquid heat in you pooling out until you begin to see white.

The coil is tightening with no mercy as Bakugou’s mouth latches onto your breast, his hands gripping your bouncing ass.

“I’m going to--ahhh oh my god, yes ‘Suki like that!!--I need to come!” You moan, your head tossed backward as your speed and roughness increases.

Bakugou keeps up, his face buried into your neck now as he nods his head, unable to speak.

“Please... come…” His voice is small, begging, pleading for you to come, and that’s all it takes.

You scream as you come around his throbbing cock. Your walls clenching tightly around him as you ride out your orgasm. Bakugou hisses as his hips falter under yours, and with an echoing moan, he releases too.

Panting, he falls back. Without bothering to remove yourself, the two of you groan as you lay against his chest, your fingers tracing shapes into his chest. “How was that?” You ask unaware if the orgasm denial was something he was going to like.

“Humiliating…” Bakugou gruffs into your ear, but his tone indicates that he enjoyed it.

“I’m glad.” You say as you place a kiss against his jawline.

“I love you…” Bakugou whispers utterly exhausted.

“I love you too,” You agree, a smile painting your bruised and lipstick-stained lips. “Do you need anything?” You ask him as you snuggle into his chest.

“A fucking nap…”

“That sounds fantastic.”

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“I’ll have to try it out one night, who knows maybe it’ll work!” You laugh as the girls look at you not quite believing you would try it out.

“You promise?”

“With all my heart, but I have to go! Bakugou’s expecting me!” You say as you stand up, gathering your things as you throw a few yen on the table to pay for your tab. “You know girls if you want, I think I’ll actually try your tips!”

“YES QUEEN, GO DOMINATE THAT DICK!!!!!”

You walk away laughing as a text comes in from Bakugou.

katsuki: what’s the harness for?

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imagine-loki · 4 years

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Stubborn Independence

TITLE: Stubborn Independence

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 5/10

AUTHOR: brightsun-and-darkmidnight

ORIGINAL IMAGINE:

Imagine Loki struggling to adjust to someone who is independent and insists on paying for themselves all the time, even if it is a struggle sometimes. They need to do everything on their own. They never ask for help and refuse help. Just imagine Loki really wanting to spoil this person. Imagine how creative he would get to make life easier on this person who has captivated him.

Imagine being a talented singer at your local club. Loki comes in one night with Thor and the others (he’d rather be anywhere else but who turns down free drinks?) and gets ensnared in the voice of the beautiful singer on stage. Suddenly, his interest (and arousal) are more than piqued.

Imagine getting into a petty fight with Loki, so in retaliation, he puts everything on the top shelf where you can’t reach?

AUTHOR’S NOTES: College AU. Loki is determined to take over Odin’s company. He works hard and has a strict schedule for success. However, with the interference of Thor and the other four, Loki’s plans are often interrupted so they can play matchmaker.

My Ao3: brightsun_and_darkmidnight

~ ~ ENJOY ~ ~

Loki let Sirena drive her own car while she talked excitedly about how well she was doing at Whispering Waters. Apparently the manager was considering having her perform every friday night, waitress the other times, and was going to pay her a small amount and let her keep the tips.

“How cool is that though? I mean I would be able to get my name out there.”

Loki could not stop the smile pulling his lips. “You are very gifted.”

“Thanks. It’s not… I guess it isn’t so much of getting my name known, I just like to see when people hear music. Music is proven to change or elevate moods. Its why I am in the musical therapy major.”

“When do your mock classes start?”

“Next week. Frigga stated there are some people really interested in the little class.”

Loki watched as Sirena parked in front of a grocery store.

She gave Loki a big smile. “Object of this game is to get snacks to eat in the car. Now go. Gogogog!"

Sirena hurried out of the car and Loki felt rushed to do it too.

She started laughing as the car locked and ran to the entrance.

Loki easily caught up to her then opened the door. At Sirena’s look he walked in and shut the door so she had to open it herself.

"What the hell?” She laughed as she tried to be the intimidating fireball she was.

Loki smirked, “Everyone keeps telling me to let you do stuff yourself.”

“Well yeah. But did you need to make sure the door shut?”

“It would have been considered helping.”

Sirena tapped Loki’s arm with a small smile then pulled him along towards the snack isle.

Sirena was picking granola bars and some chips. “So get anything you can easily eat in the car.”

“Where are we going to go?”

Sirena snickered. “Depends on when you have your next scheduled alarm.”

Loki grumbled, “touche.”

Loki picked out a few things but were mostly candy. After purchasing their own things they went to the car.

“With all those sweets you are going to get a cavity. Clint would yell at me all the time about what I would eat because he knows I want to loose weight and be more healthy. He watches out for me.” Sirena took a bite of her granola bar.

“He does seem a bit…” Loki hesitated for the right word.

“Intimidating? Yeah he got the whole older brother thing about him.”

Loki immediately asked, “Brother? So you two aren’t dating?”

Sirena forced a gag and muttered “ew” several times. “No we aren’t dating. We knew each other from high school. He looked out for me because I would always get myself in trouble with people. I was too nice and people took advantage of me. He would scare people away from me.”

“He was trying to scare me away then?”

Sirena shrugged her shoulders. “Clint is an ass but yeah. He is a great guy. He is just pushing your buttons to see if you are good for me to…talk to.”

Loki had to be cheeky. “Am i good company?”

Sirena teased. “I think so.”

Loki laughed at his own question. “Was this planned out?”

Sirena pouted, “Probably. Clint is good at seeing things from way outside the picture so he is good at placing things where they are supposed to be.”

Loki fiddled with a piece of candy. “Where does he want us?”

“Beside each other.”

“You are being vague.”

“Vague? Why is there more information you are searching for?” Sirena teased.

“Just wondering if there is more to this… How did you put it..? Beside each other, Like this, in this car discussing his master painting over snacks…”

“maybe this is part of his plans..” Sirena glances at Loki’s lips as she leans slightly.

Loki starts to lean in as well.

The kiss was short, sweet, and it made Loki happy to see her smile once the short kiss was over.

Loki smirked with a tilt of his head, “so do I ask you out or do you want to ask me?”

Sirena grinned, “I initiated the kiss, so I asked.”

Loki shrugged. “Fair enough. So do I get to take you out for dinner?”

Sirena seemed hesitant. “We can do our Q and A right here.”

“Do you actually have insurance on your phone?” It was the first question Loki came up with.

Sirena laughed, “that question is what you open up with?”

Loki nodded with a smirk.

She sighed before answering. “Yes I do. They won’t send me a new one because I dropped the phone. Something stupid about it not being the device that stopped working and it was my fault.. But it still works and I am not worried about it.”

“Alright. But everytime you show me pictures on your phone I really want to get you a new one so I can see your pictures better.”

“You are not the first person to complain about my phone for that reason.”

“Why not get a new phone?”

“I am worried about losing my pictures.”

Loki beamed. “I could help with that. Its very easy to do that. I move files all the time for work.”

“Maybe. Enthusiastic helper.”

Loki thought for a second. “I could teach you how to save stuff and put it all on a micro SD card or back everything up to the cloud.”

Sirena looked confused. “That was all over my head. I have no idea how electronics work. I can text, call, and set alarms.”

Loki tried not to laugh but a few chuckles escaped.

“Oh come on dont laugh at me!”

Loki couldn’t help but laugh at her pout and the embarrassment inside her voice.

“I didn’t mean to offend.”

“Whatever. So there is an intersection coming up… left, right, or straight?”

Loki asked. “Really? Okay straight.”

And that was the game for the night until they needed to get back to campus.

Loki and Sirena spent more time together and Clint seemed to be warming up to Loki more. There were still threats of bodily harm if Loki “ever hurt her and I will make sure you suffer too."

Loki genuinely promised Clint he would never hurt Sirena.

Loki found himself on a new schedule and Sirena didn’t mind much of his alarms because she saw how anxious he was without some daily structure. However she convinced him into a deal; he could pay for one meal a week, and on certain days she had control of what they would do with their free time. Loki had to admit he enjoyed new experiences -especially with Sirena because she is always pleasant to be around.

Sirena never let Loki pay for anything and if he did it was an ear full and she would go buy him something if he wouldn’t take the money.

He tried to get creative by leaving a little money where she would find it, but she gave it away.

Loki went so far as to order things online, have them shipped to her mailbox as an "accidental delivery.” Despite the company saying to keep it she would send it back or find someone else who would use it.

Then Sirena got assigned a paper to write and was stressed out about getting it done because it was on a book she just didn’t understand. She found school just as important as Loki did, so homework would carve into their time together. Loki offered his help and she actually accepted it. Loki’s skills at analytical reading were useful and Sirena would get Loki his favorite drink and snacks as thanks for each study session.

They would work on homework together; at first they were alone and then they had a study group with the rest of their friends. Loki invested in a personal laptop so he could program while others worked and it didn’t take long to make some friends in the computer programming department too. Friends such as, Tony and Bruce.

During a study group Sirena announced she would be in a few of the art classes soon.

Fandral teased, “I am sure Loki is going to love it.”

Sirena glared at Fandral. “It is very professional. There will be no suggestive atmosphere.”

A few days later, Loki was in his art class and felt a little nervous as Sirena came in. Sirena discussed with Loki alone about how the class would go and how if anyone steps out of line the teacher would handle it.

It still did nothing to comfort him once she was on the podium in the plain undergarments she once explained. Everyone was on best behavior in the class which made it easier that way, but Loki’s hands sweat so much he had to keep readjusting the drawing utensils. They were never intimate other than kisses, hugs, and hand holding but now he saw the curves of her body and was memorizing them onto paper.

Not at all troubling.

#Loki #Lover #Angst #God of Mischief #Others #Submitted fic #submission #stubborn independence #chapter 5 #brightsun-and-darkmidnight

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royallyprincesslilly · 4 years

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Title: I Bet You Can’t {2}

Chris Evans x Uriah & Chris Hemsworth x Summer

Crossover-Collab Four-Part Miniseries

Warning: Cursing, Plot, Fun, and Games, Raunchy Talk, Trigger Warning Mention of Trump🙃

Words: 2.9K

Summary: Uriah and Chris are happily married. A night of relaxing with your best friends Chris and Summer Hemsworth brings up “No Nut November.” Once you hear it, you know where it’s leading. IT was all jokes until somehow it turned serious. The Chris’ strike a full-on bet while dragging their better halves into the madness. The rules are simple, for the entire month of November none of you will have sex, none of you will get that nut in any way. Whichever couple makes it get bragging rights, and the 10k pool bet money. Whichever couple doesn’t make it has to change their social media name to “Failed NNN” for a week and post/tweet as normal and go on IG live to announce their failure. The bet is rigged though when Uriah and Summer decide to sabotage their husbands and make a side bet on who could make their husband fail quicker. All’s fair in love and war, and this is war.

Note: Got this idea from a group conversation with my friends, where a debate broke out about women being stronger and more able to survive NNN than men. It got me thinking, hmmm we know Chris has a dirty mind, dirty mind has to equal freak and always wanting to fool around.

It was too much fun working with @oceanscorazon a while back for her part one to out first collab titled Rumors & Waves. Look out for part two coming soon. I had to do it again. Thank you to the beautiful and phenomenal Amber @oceanscorazon for agreeing to this!!!

This will be a four part story to be posted one chapter a week to show what November is like for Chris and Uriah. @oceanscorazon will also write four parts to show that November is like for Chris and Summer.

***So for Chris and Uriah’s timeline, this is before the events of Rumor Has It.

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-Week One-

Four days. Four damn days. You rolled your eyes and stared at your reflection. Fresh out a shower that you thought would help the tension in your shoulders; you realized it hadn’t done anything at all. You rolled your shoulders and groaned. It had been four days. Not one and done or two and done, it had been four damn days since this stupid bet began. Four days where Chris maintained this gung ho attitude that he’d be victorious in No Nut November.

The first day was easy for him because he was busy working the whole day. When it was time for bed, you expected him to see the error of his ways. As you were lying in the bed channel surfing, he came in kissed your forehead, and stretched back as if he had not one care in the world. He even tried to have a nonchalant conversation. When you slid closer to him and rested your head on his chest you were sure after a few minutes of feeling your body heat he would abandon the no nut ship but nope. He was perfectly content, even had the nerve to stroke mesmerizing and soothing circles onto your arm.

The second night was much like the first; the only difference was when he climbed into bed he went to you to assume the big spoon position. He stayed there for a few seconds, but when you moaned and wiggled deeper in his embrace he groaned and abruptly moved away to his side of the bed to roll onto his side. When you asked him what that was, he said he wanted to be the little spoon. You found it strange because he never wanted to be the little spoon. He liked being big spoon so he could overpower your body with his long spider-like legs and arms. When you wrapped your arms around him and pressed your body to his back it felt ridiculous because of how much more muscular he was. You moaned and pressed closer, and it was then he moved away claiming he was hot and really needed some sleep.

Night three, he was in bed before you, and he was fast asleep. That irked your nerve; he was creating space between you, not physical space either. He knew you loved to cuddle, but cuddling had all but disappeared as were any kisses that weren’t for your cheek, or forehead. He’d only allowed lip kisses that were under two seconds. The last time you had a two-second kiss was when you were fifteen playing kissing games with other kids your age. You thought when you were married two-second kisses would be a thing of the past.

After giving your hair a last once over, you gave yourself a determined look in the mirror. You planned on kicking it up a notch. It was couples workout day, and you had a plan. You walked out the bathroom and grabbed your workout towel, and made your way up to your in-home gym where Chris was waiting. You went over the plan in your head again.

“Tease, tease, ask for training, tease, then seduce, and finally find a release.”

You nodded, getting into the right mind frame as you climbed the steps to the top floor of yours and Chris’ Boston Brownstone. When you got to the top, the doors to the exercise studio were open, and you saw a tank clad Chris doing pull-ups. Getting lost you stood there and just watched him pump them out like they were nothing. When you’d counted to fifty he dropped down and groaned while stretching out his arms.

“Fifty, impressive.” He turned around and looked your body over. The look on his face was a masked one.

“Ready to show me what you go?” You approached him while fastening the gloves around your wrist.

“Don’t expect fifty.”

“Come on; I’ll spot you.”

You stretched your arms, then stood in front of the pull-up bar and looked at Chris through the mirror. He lifted you effortlessly, and you gripped the bar and began your pull-ups. He walked around you as he counted. You tried to keep your eyes focused on yourself in the mirror but every circle he made, you found yourself getting slightly distracted.

“Fifteen, good. Remember to keep your core tight,” Chris reminded.

You nearly laughed; he had no idea how tight your core was thanks to this stupid bet. Your arms began to shake, and you knew you only had a few left in you. Chris sensed it too and stood in front of you with his hands out ready to brace your drop.

“Thirty.” You let the bar go but barely dropped before Chris’s arms caught you, and placed you onto the floor.

“Felt good, right?”

“You and I, my friend have very different ideas of what feels good. Lucky for you I know just what will feel good.” You took a step to him. A smile spread across his face then he bit his bottom lip.

“I’m all ears, Mrs. Evans.”

“Just ears? I can think of better body parts to have all in.” You pressed your body to his and placed your hand over his crotch. Chris groaned and dropped a kiss to the tip of your nose.

“Did you come up here to work out or talk?” He moved away to the treadmill and set it up. He was resisting. Great, you thought.

You spent thirty minutes on the treadmill, then fifteen on the elliptical, then separated for Chris to focus on his back while you concentrated on your legs. After another twenty minutes you’d worked up quite a sweat. When you wiped your forehead you saw Chris doing curls. You walked over to the kettlebells and decided to kick it up. Taking a spot in front of the mirror in clear sight of Chris, you began your kettlebell squats. When you dipped down, you made sure to poke your ass out a bit more than usual.Thanks to the micro shorts you wore, you knew the view was sublime.

After ten, you began to feel the burn, and you could feel his eyes glued to you. You decided to let your grunts and moans out on the next dip. When you did, you heard him suck in a hiss of air, but you didn’t stop. You were glad you chose this outfit, it showed just the right parts of you, the parts you knew he loved. After another ten you dropped the kettlebell in front of you and bent over to catch your breath. Placing your palms flat on the floor with not even the slightest bend of your knees you waited.

After a small grunt, he spoke. “You okay, babe?”

“Yeah, I’m gonna feel those tomorrow,” you responded. He smiled and nodded then walked to the bench press machine.

“You wanna go first? I’ll spot you.”

After you put the kettlebell back, you walked to him and lied back. Chris put twenty pounds on and lifted it like it was nothing to make sure it wasn’t too much. “Think you can handle twenty?”

“Most I’ve ever taken is about ten and a half, but I can handle twenty.” He fully got your meaning and adjusted his stance as he cleared his throat. You lifted your arms, gripped the bar then began. Chris counted them out.

You were doing fine until you realized how wide his stance was and just how close your head was to the ten and a half you were speaking of. Suddenly your concentration faltered, and your only thought was having him settle into your mouth. His eyes locked with yours, and you wondered if he could tell what you were thinking about. You bit your bottom lip and just imagined him slapping your face with it. Chris was a gentle guy but when he wanted he could get real nasty. You remembered the first time he slapped your cheek with his dick. It was a shock because he was this vanilla guy and you didn’t expect it, but you liked it. All you wanted right now was for him to slap you with it again.

“Forty, take a break.” He took the bar and put it back in place as you panted and tried to get a grip.

Why was this harder for you than his freaky ass? You sat up, stood, and motioned for him to go ahead. Before he did, he added another eighty pounds to the bar making it an even hundred. He knew you couldn’t spot that. When he laid down he nudged his head to the side.

“I got this, babe.”

Without wasting another second, he began pumping out lift after lift without so much as a tremble. You’d watched him do hundreds of these over the years, and you knew he wasn’t anywhere near tired. Your eyes slowly feasted on every inch of his body until they landed just below his waist. Without thinking you walked to him and swung your leg over him and sat right on his dick. Chris groaned and stopped with the bar in the air. He looked to you with a question in his eyes.

“Uriah, really? I could have dropped this.”

“You wouldn’t.” You fixed yourself on him, and he groaned again.

“What’re you doing?” he continued lifting the bar, only this time, his movements were slower.

“Nothing, just sitting.”

“I’m not a seat.”

“This is the second best seat in the house.”

“What’s the first?”

“Your face.” You saw his arm wobble, and your heart skipped a beat, worried he’d drop the bar on his throat. Chris lifted it with a loud grunt and flung it back. The barbell dropped to the floor with a loud clatter before Chris sat up, wrapped one arm around your waist and flipped you so your back was pressed to the bench with him between your legs.

“Fuck!” the look on his face was an intense mischievous one.

“What’re you doing, Uriah?”

“Nothing.”

“Since the minute we started working out, you’ve been saying all sorts of slick shit and doing everything you possibly could to have my eyes on you. Now, what—are—you—doing?”

His face was so close, and you could feel him getting hard.

“I want you.” The fire flickered on behind his deep cornflower blue eyes.

“It’s been four days, and I want you, baby.”

“We can’t; you know that.”

“Chris, of course, we can. I won’t tell anyone. Summer and Chris will keep thinking that we haven’t. It’ll be our little secret.”

You dropped your hand between your bodies and slipped it into his shorts and gripped his meat. Chris groaned and closed his eyes to enjoy the feel of your hand.

“Don’t you want me too, baby?”

“God Riah, you know I want you. You know I always want you.”

“Okay then. Take these off and let me do all the work.”

Just when you thought he would give in, he grabbed your hand and stopped its movements.

“I’m not going to fail this baby. It’s one month, four weeks, thirty days, it is barely a drop in the bucket of our marriage. We can handle this. Our relationship is much more than sex.”

Your jaw dropped.

“Who are you?” Chris got off of you and walked over to his towel.

“Chris, come on. This is stupid. We’re adults. Children make these kinds of bets.”

“It’ll make us stronger.” You rolled your eyes. He was making you feel like a dick crazed thirsty thot. You sat up on the bench and glared at him.

“Christopher Robert Evans, if you do not give me the dick I want I promise you I’ll get it elsewhere.”

Chris rose his eyebrows, but he was amused. He didn’t take a thing you said as serious.

“Really? Where?”

“Right under your nose! Don’t test me, boy. It may be November, but I’m still a hot girl!”

With that, you walked out of the room and stormed downstairs. Hopefully you’d scared the shit out of him, and he’d screw his head on right.

You were disappointed that night when you were met with an actual barrier between you and him in the bed. He’d made a makeshift wall. Your jaw dropped at his audacity. When you saw it you saw red.

“Chris, you’re fucking kidding me, right?!”

“What? I thought this would help you out. It’s a wall. You stay on your side, and I’ll stay on mine,” Chris explained.

“A wall? So you Trump now? Building walls and shit? What’s next?”

“Don’t play with me like that. Don’t mention that name in my house!”

He was dead serious. You rolled your eyes. “Well, stop acting like him, unless you plan on grabbing this pussy.”

He couldn’t keep a straight face to that one, and he busted out laughing. His laughter prompted yours, and some of the tension melted away.

“I love you more than life Riah, but you’re not getting none of this dick.”

Again your jaw dropped. You couldn’t believe this. You stormed away and went into your closet hell-bent on finding your stash of toys. You went into the drawer in the back, expecting to find them in the box you’d put them, but the box was empty.

“Oh hell no he didn’t.”

You stormed back out to the bedroom and saw Chris sitting there with a smug smirk on his face. “You’re not getting any plastic dick either. For better or worse means we’re in this together.”

This shit would not do at all. It wasn’t even the end of the week yet, and you were bout tired of this shit. Tomorrow it was time to reassess.

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“Girl, you too!”

You’d just finished telling Summer all about Chris’ ass and the shit he’d put you through. You even told her how he confiscated your toys, so self pleasure was out of the question too.

“Summer, why are we always the ones paying the price for their stupidity?”

“I don’t know, but Chris had the nerve to get a body pillow to separate us in bed. A body pillow Riah!”

“They must be long lost brothers or something. Chris pulled that shit too, except he actually made a fucking wall Summer, a wall of pool noodles. Pool noodles!”

Summer snickered and nearly fell out of her chair. You laughed too, but deep down, you were salty as fuck.

“He is serious about this, Riah. I didn’t think he’d make it two days, but the week ends tomorrow, and he still won’t let me sit on it,” Summer whined. You felt her pain.

“At least he didn’t take your toys.”

Summer looked from side to side as she thought about it. “Hold on.”

You watched as she walked through her mansion to the master bedroom. She perched the camera up and searched her belongings. You busied yourself looking through the folders that had been messengered over for the impending album. Suddenly you heard a loud squeal.

“This mother--.”

“Watch your mouth, Summer!”

“Christopher Hemsworth, what did you do? Where is my bag of trix?”

Chris came into the frame with a wide smile. “I have no idea what you’re referring to.”

“Chris, I’m not being funny. Where is it?”

“It’s safe. I found it a new home for the month.” Summer’s mouth dropped.

“You had no right; it’s mine Christopher.”

“What’s mine is yours, and yours is mine.”

“If that were true, you’d give me that dick already!” She shrieked again, but Chris didn’t look threatened. He simply laughed then looked to the camera.

“Riah, how are you, darling? How is this first week of November treating you and Evans?”

You tried hard not to scowl, but the salty look on your face was a permanent fixation at this point.

“Ah, I see, as well as Summer’s week. Cheerio, just three more to go. Eye on the prize. Tell Evans I’ll call him later. I’m off to get a workout.”

“Yeah, yeah, no one cares. You have the best workout equipment here, and you’re just letting it grow cobwebs,” Summer spat.

“Cobwebs? I think they have products for that babe.”

Summer shrieked again before she launched a pillow at him. Chris shouted bye as he ran.

“I have had it with him, Riah. All I want is some sex, is that too much to ask for?!”

“I know. I thought Chris would be over it by now, but he isn’t. They’re serious,” you finished.

The two of you sat there with pained, salty expressions. After almost a minute, the two of you gasped simultaneously. Your eyes met, and she looked like she had an idea.

“I’ve got it,” the two of you said together.

“What?” Again your voices overlapped.

“You first,” a final time you said together. The two of you giggled before Summer spoke.

“Sabotage!”

You smiled widely and nodded. “I was thinking the same thing. We kick it up ten notches.”

“You know what Cevans likes and is weak for, and I know what’ll make my Australian blonde go nuts. We use it,” Summer added.

“Exploit the shit out of it. The gloves have to come off Summer. We turn this all the way up.”

“Jamaica Hedonism style, anything goes,” she added as she nodded in agreement.

“Our goal is to make them lose this bet. The question is who will lose first,” you finished. Summer’s face lit up, and your smile followed.

“Oh girl, this is good. Payback is a bitch!”

“May the husbands fail,” you both said together. The two of you looked determined. Your eye was on the prize, and the prize was your nut.

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amyscascadingtabs · 5 years

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you can hear it in the silence

pre-the cruise, inspired by this tumblr post. read on ao3

It’s too early.

Jake’s never been a morning person, and he’s certainly not about to become one at the age of thirty-five. Morning people are smug and infuriating anyway; the way they’ll act all chipper and try to make small talk in the break room while he waits for the coffee to brew, casually mentioning their pre-work 5k jog or their green juice breakfasts, is high up on the list of things Jake loathes. He doesn’t want to be a morning person, and it would contravene all his values and leave him questioning the details of his personality for ages if he were to become one. However, if there were any benefits to being one, it’s that he imagines it would improve his current situation.

It’s five-thirty a.m. and they’ve been driving for an hour. He says they, but he means Amy, as his girlfriend of seven months took one glance at his lethargic appearance and slumped posture as he dragged himself out of bed five minutes before they had to leave, and promptly declared that she would be driving. They’re on their way to another prisoner transfer upstate - not all too dissimilar from the one they dealt with on the disastrous road trip over a year ago - but this time, the NYPD couldn’t offer them to stay over. They would have to drive, and they would have to do it at an hour which Jake, as he made sure to let Holt know, considers inhumane. Sadly, his use of the fancy word had no effect on the superior officer, and Jake asked himself once again what the point of trying to improve his vocabulary actually was if it couldn’t get him out of these situations like. He asked Amy before they went to bed the night before, but she’d simply laughed - that laugh, it could distract him from anything, there could be a war going on outside and he still wouldn’t hear a thing but her laugh - and told him his whole morning-hating thing was adorable.

Jake feels like many things when he’s leaning his head towards the car window, using his balled-up hoodie as a pillow and closing his eyes to attempt another micro-nap, but adorable isn’t one of them. He’s grumpy and uncommunicative, there are bags under his eyes from the lack of sleep tonight, his hair is a certified mess and he’s oceans away from being anyone remotely close to his best and most charming self. He feels bad for Amy, really. She’s seen him in worse conditions and she didn’t even run away scared when he had the mumps two weeks ago, but he still feels like she deserves better companionship than his uninterrupted yawning.

“Hey,” he mumbles, placing a hand on her arm to try and get a fragment of her attention. “I, uh - I’m sorry for being worthless company.”

“It’s okay.” Her response comes immediately, and she smiles at him for a millisecond before returning her focus to the traffic. “I know you’re not a morning person.”

“I’m usually not this bad, though.”

“You’ve just been ill,” she counters, and warmth spreads in his chest at the sound of how soft, how caring, she says it. Her voice makes him comfortable, and the way she says her words makes him trust them. “And you’ve been working non-stop since then. You just need to give yourself some time to recover and not be so hard on yourself.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.”

She’s keeping her eyes on the road, but he thinks he can spot a content smirk on her lips. He watches her drive with all the skilfulness and patience it takes to manage driving in the dark, and the regret of not having kept his eyes open for more of this drive washes over him; she looks unfairly gorgeous like this. Even in the semidarkness of the car, his trained detective eyes note the way her lips purse when she focuses, the subtle movements of her wrists on the steering wheel when she adjusts the car so they’re driving perfectly straight. Every minuscule movement she makes, every little detail and quirk he notices about her, leaves him in absolute awe. He’s secretly happy she’s too uncompromising a driver to look away long enough to meet his near-hypnotized gaze.

It’s a bewildering feeling, getting to think these things about her without an acute pang of guilt following it, and there are days when he wonders if he’s living a dream. Certainly, the fact that he’s been Amy Santiago’s boyfriend for seven months must be too good to be true, and he’s still not entirely sure she won’t wake up one day and realize she’s much better than him and dump his grumpy, tired-in-the-morning ass without warning. She’s Orangina, and he’s regular store-brand orange drank who won the highest lottery win when she showed up outside his door to tell him they should screw just being colleagues.

“Do you want to stop for coffee and breakfast somewhere in a little while?”

It’s such a casual, everyday question she’s asking, but at this moment she could be talking about the science of dust particles and it’d be music to his ears.

“Somewhere with pancakes?” He asks mostly to hear her laughter again, and for a blissful second, he does.

“I looked up a few diners yesterday. They should have pancakes.”

“Always the researcher,” he grins.

“It’s good to be prepared.”

“Title of your sextape.”

She snorts, shaking her head, but there’s a smile spreading across her lips she makes no effort to hide.

He asks if he can play some music and she nods, knowing he’s already found the aux cord and opened his Taylor Swift playlist by the time he asks. A moment later, You Are In Love is sounding through the speakers and he's humming along to the songs - he's always at least humming along. Part of it is simply because it makes Amy smile when he does. She makes that charming little half-smile, where she’s attempting to look stone-faced but the corners of her mouth are twitching anyway and her eyes gleam to say that she’s entertained, even if she’s trying her best to hide it. Jake’s seen that half-smile more times than he can count since the first day she sat down at the desk across from him. Of all the numerous different faces he’s ever seen her make - and they’re many - this one is up there with the ones he loves most. He makes her laugh, she likes to remind him, and getting to do so feels like his greatest honor in life.

He should tell her, he thinks. She deserves to know. She deserves getting to hear those words he knows bothers her he hasn’t told her out loud yet, but each time he tries it’s like a panic switch is pulled in his brain and he ends up making some dumbfounded joke instead, trying to make his way out of the emotionally vulnerable situation before he makes a mistake and admits too much. It’s happened before, meaning surely it can happen again, and he can’t lose it this time.

He can’t lose her.

In the meantime, he tells her in other ways, trying to pretend they mean as much. When they park the car outside the diner, he declares that he’s driving the next section and receives a grateful smile in return. Before they go inside, he wraps his arms around her from behind and spins her around so he can give her the good morning-kiss he never gave her at their 4 a.m. wakeup call. While she goes to grab them a good table near the window, he pays for extra bacon to his pancakes so she can steal more of it.

He loves her, and he’s getting more certain by the day that it’s the most he’s ever loved another person, but it doesn’t make the step of verbally telling her any easier. He’s standing on the edge of a metaphorical swimming pool, waiting for the courage to take one deciding, pivotal leap forward and crash into the water, hoping he’ll swim and not sink.

He knows he’ll have to tell her eventually. Someday, sooner rather than later - at least so he hopes - when the thought of saying it seems marginally less daunting.

“Did you get extra bacon?”

“Yeah. I knew you were just going to steal mine anyway.”

“Hey!” Amy puts a hand on her chest, eyes wide open in exaggerated shock. “I’m not a bacon-thief! Lies!”

“I’d never lie about something as serious as this,” he says, keeping a neutral expression. Then he lifts his plate of pancakes, pushing a few of the syrup-coated pieces onto her plate of eggs and toast anyway.

“Dream boyfriend,” she winks, and her grin is so wide it should be a physically impossible feat for this early in the morning. He scrunches his nose, miserably failing at hiding just how crimson he’s turning at the sound of her calling him her boyfriend.

It’s still dark outside, but the sunrise is coming closer, and their only company in the greasy diner is a grumpy-looking waitress with big glasses and an older man a few tables away, drinking coffee while reading his newspaper. A magenta iPod - the old kind, not the new flashy phone lookalike version - is connected to a speaker in the corner next to their table, interrupting the 80’s mix soundtrack for a ten-second crackling noise at uneven intervals. Everything about where they are feels like an in-between, a temporary break from reality, and Jake wishes they could stay longer than the twenty minutes the timer on Amy’s phone says they have left. Partly because the pancakes are great, dusted with specks of vanilla powder underneath the bacon, syrup and blueberry jam, waking his body up with every sugar-infused and carbohydrate-filled bite, but mostly because Amy’s being pouring too much creamer in her coffee with the focus of a chemist executing the perfect experiment. She looks radiant to him like this, biting her lip absentmindedly while she mixes the result with a plastic spoon. She didn’t put on any makeup before they left, and the bags under her eyes together with the way she practically inhales the too-bitter, too-much-creamer diner coffee reveals she was also affected by their early wakeup call despite acting a lot more cheerful about it than he did. Her ponytail’s a little messy with a few strands falling out of it and framing her forehead, and he knows she’ll use her pocket mirror to ensure it looks perfect before they leave for the actual transfer, yet he almost wants to tell her to keep it like this. She looks real like this, real and honest and utterly relaxed in his presence, and he thinks it’s the most beautiful she’s ever been but knows he’ll change his mind tomorrow because somehow Amy Santiago only gets more beautiful for every day he gets to be with her.

He needs to learn how to tell her that, too.

“Do you think you’re going to eat the last pancake?” She’s pointing to the final one with her fork, a mischievous tone to her voice.

“You seem awfully confident for someone who just stole all my bacon.”

“You wanted me to!”

“Doesn’t make you any less of a thief,” he winks.

“I drove here,” she declares, and then she reaches across the table, cuts the last pancake in half and puts one piece on her own plate. He lets her - the look of satisfaction on her face as she bites into it is childishly adorable, making his knees weak, and for a moment he thinks he’s brave enough to say it.

I love you. I love every bit of you, more for every day you’re with me, and I think this might be the most I’ve ever loved anyone and it terrifies me but I’m okay with it because it’s you. You’re everything I never knew I wanted until I fell in love with you and now I don’t know how to live a single day without it, without you, because I feel wrong and like something’s missing when I’m not with you. I love you, and it drives me crazy but I don’t really care, Ames, I don’t care because it’s you and I just love you.

“You’re staring at me”, she remarks, and he’s brought out of his reverie and forced back to the reality where she’s looking at him and he wants to be brave enough to say it but isn't, just yet. He takes the empty sugar packet from his finished coffee instead, crumpling it to a ball and flicking it at her like he’s six years old all over again and she’s another first-grader he has some innocent crush on. She scrunches her forehead and watches his blank expression for a moment before bursting out into laughter, and he tries to control himself, but her laugh is too contagious and soon he’s giggling, too.

“You’re so good-looking you’re worth staring at,” he says, and it’s not I love you but it’s a baby step, something to keep them afloat in the meantime.

There is time, he thinks as her timer goes off and she gives him a peck on the cheek before they grab their stuff and leave for the car. Surely they must have time.

Someday soon, he’ll be brave enough to say it.

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derma-essentia · 4 years

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Natural Beauty Tips Enriched with Vitamin

We all want to look beautiful naturally but we always end up with chemical products.

Even after knowing that there are so many natural products like Vitamin C Serum and our homemade recipes and may more that help to make us beautiful naturally.

In This Article

Tip # 1: Eat Good for the Skin

Tip # 2: Make Home Made Face Mask

Tip # 3: You can use Home Made Best Vitamin C Serum

Tip # 4: Use Coffee

Tip # 5: Apple cider vinegar

Tip # 1: Eat Good for the Skin

When we will eat healthy food only then we will be healthy from inside and well as outside. If you always eat junk food oily food that your skin will show the oiliness and dullness.

To naturally prepare your skin, you prepare it from the inside out: you rely on certain foods rich in vitamins and minerals that are good for the skin.

Foods rich in Beta Carotene, known to protect the skin and give an effect of detached mid do carrot, tomato, mango, oranges, sweet potatoes, and apricots.

Foods are rich in vitamin A, also protective of the skin: cheese, whole eggs, cod liver oil, liver, parsley, or green vegetables.

Essential fatty acids, promoting skin regeneration: salmon, tuna, sardines, grape seed oil, etc.

Tip # 2: Make Home Made Face Mask

Rather than buying expensive face masks full of chemicals. You must make your own face mask with natural ingredients that will give you the same results.

There are many ways to make a face mask at home but the most suites me:

The ingredients I use:

Honey

Multani Mitti

Turmeric

Aloe Vera Gel

Lemon/Best Vitamin C Serum

The preparation:

In a bowl, pour two tablespoons of Multani Mitti, a teaspoon of honey, a teaspoon of aloe Vera gel, and a teaspoon of turmeric. Mix everything by gradually adding water until you obtain a smooth paste. You can put Lemon/Best Vitamin C Serum while mixing it but I prefer it applying before the pack.

The application:

Clear your face with lukewarm water and then dry it softly. Then after that apply Lemon/Best Vitamin C Serum and let your skin absorb Vitamin C from it.

Apply the mask in a thick and even layer on your face, avoiding the fragile area around the eyes. Leave on for 10 to 15 minutes. If your skin is sensitive.

The Benefit:

If you will apply this face mask every week it will help you to get your younger like skin back.

Helps the skin retain moisture

Improves skin tone and firmness

Reduces wrinkles and fine lines

Protein that keeps your skin healthy

Protection from damage caused by ultraviolet rays

Reduces inflammation that can help reduce redness from eczema, acne, and other inflammatory skin conditions

It can help lighten dark spots ~ Treats hyper pigmentation

Protects against oxidative stress

Tip # 3: You can use Home Made Best Vitamin C Serum

The ingredients I use:

1 tablespoon vitamin C capsules or ascorbic acid powder

1 tablespoons glycerin

1 tablespoon aloe Vera gel

.5 tablespoon of lemon

Method of making:

Mix all these ingredients well. Now keep it in a vessel in a cold place and dry place like the refrigerator. It is recommended to use a dark and airtight container for its linger life and it does not oxidize and get expired. Make it less for a few days of use.

These serums last for at least 10 days. It is the best homemade solution and cheaper way to get beautiful, young skin for less.

Method to apply:

Wash your face properly with lukewarm water and then dry it softly before sleeping at night and apply a small amount of serum on your face.

You may feel a slight heat and burning to feel after applying it for the primary time.

Apply the combination of Vitamin C Serum Hyaluirc Acid or homemade serum one day at a time until your skin adjusts the serum.

Stop using if you feel the same results after usage if two weeks, then go for Best Vitamin C Serum Hyaluronic Acid.

Same as Best Vitamin C Serum:

If you are expecting it to be as effective as the best skincare combination of Vitamin C Serum Hyaluirc Acid then you are wrong. Because the combination of Vitamin C Serum Hyaluronic Acid, Niacinamide, and Ceramides is the most effective solution for any skin problem rather than homemade Vitamin c.

And Derma Essentia offers you the best combination of Vitamin C Serum Hyaluronic Acid, Niacinamide, and Ceramides.

Tip # 4: Use Coffee

This ingredient has multiple uses for the skin and hair: exfoliating, anti cellulite exfoliation, anti dark circles. Its small grains give it the qualities of a very effective exfoliate and easily replace scrubs with plastic micro beads. Which drain into the water and are harmful to marine flora and fauna?

Directions for use:

Mix the coffee grounds with your shower gel and focus on the driest areas of your body (elbow, knees, and feet).

For the face, it is better to dilute it with honey.

Rinse the coffee grounds off with lukewarm water and especially moisturize your skin, even if it seems oily to you.

Tip # 5: Apple cider vinegar

As a hair mask, it helps fight dandruff by cleansing the scalp and soothing itching thanks to its antifungal properties.

Its antiseptic and rebalancing virtues help for the local treatment of acne. It regulates the unbalanced pH of oily and acne prone skin. Its powerful antibacterial action gives it a natural astringent power which tightens the pores and facilitates healing. It can also be used as rinse vinegar after shampooing.

Directions for use:

Pour a teaspoon of organic cider vinegar in a glass of water.

Apply the mixture to the hair by massaging for 5 minutes.

Rinse off with cool water.

Perform this operation every two weeks for the best results.

#beauty #beauty tips #beauty care #beauty blog #beauty tip #Skin Care #skin care tips

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in-tua-deep · 5 years

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Headcanon: The Umbrella Academy as Adults, Finally Playing the Game of Catch the Football That Their Father Never Would

Diego: Obviously, great thrower, great catcher. He definitely does those funky little dances that he does in the I Think We’re Alone Now scene with every successful catch. Everyone tells him to hurry up and throw the ball. “Do you WANT me to eat another raw egg?! Because I’ll do it! Right in front of your faces, again!” Everyone’s just like:

Allison: She’s definitely a bad thrower, but she’s caught enough bouqets at high profile celebrity weddings to make good in the other department. The whole time, she’s really encouraging and lowkey taking on the role in a game of catch that a good dad would, saying “Wow, good toss, Diego!” “Keep trying, Vanya. You can do it.” Or “Nice save, Luther.” Or “Great catch, Ben… That IS the reason the ball is magically hovering in the air, right, Vanya?” At one point in the game, she makes the Worst Mistake TM of saying “Wow, good effort, sport,” to Five after he catches the ball without instantly spacial jumping to where it will land. Needless to say, his young eyes give her a deadly, ancient glare.

Luther: Have you seen him toss that guy in the bank robbery scene?! Obviously a great thrower, but catcher? Not so much, after spending several years both with the moon’s convenient drop-proof anti-gravity, but also some in the kind of isolation as the lone member of the Umbrella Academy where who’s gonna toss your keys to you? Reginald? I don’t think so. Pogo? Alright, maybe, but those monkey hands looked hella stiff. (Though that might have just been because of using all the realistic and vivid CGI budget on Pogo’s face and the moon scene. Don’t @ me.) Anyways, what keys? Why would Luther even have keys to be tossed to in the first place? He nEVeR LeAvES. But the more important question is does he admit to Di-EGG-o that he’s a bad catch? Of course not. “Today’s just not my day, Diego.” “You’ll see, Diego.” “You’ll see, and you’ll change that smug ass expression when I catch one of your curved throws.” The great thing about that is that he eventually does, something no one has managed to do in all of their entire HISTORY as siblings and Diego’s jaw just drops. Allison cheers him on in an ABSOLUTELY SISTERLY AND PLATONIC WAY, by saying, “You go, Luther! Awesome catch, dude!”

Five: What can you really say about Five in a competition or even in a friendly game between siblings without mentioning that, duh, he cheats? While Reginald would call calculating the force of the throw and subsequent trajectory and velocity of the ball, using that to determine how fast he’d need to run to get to where is, but then just saying screw it and spacial jumping to EXACTLY WHERE IT WILL LAND adapting, the other siblings call it cheating and losing the spirit and point of the game. Five defends his actions by noting that, honestly, with the near-disaster that was preventing the apocalypse, they could all really use way more practice mastering their powers, especially if Ghost Reginald TM’s mention that at least some of them haven’t reached their full potential is to be believed. They all, of course agree with him, but as Diego puts it, “The cocky bastard doesn’t have to be so smug about it. He’s had that kind of attitude since we used train as a team.” When Five does commit to catching the ball without spacial jumps, he still does the calculations, so even though he stumbles and shuffles a bit when he reaches the ball, he always catches the slippery little thing.

(This would be a good time to side note that this takes place in a world where they all sat down together and shut down Luther’s Number One Bullshit TM and decided not to STRANGLE Vanya and to simply sit down and talk to the poor girl instead and prevent the apocalypse THAT WAY. However, Five is referencing in this particular defense of his antics that the Commission still does come down on them, and with full force, might I add. And when they all do battle once and for all AS A FAMILY TM, Five is unadmittedly still adjusting to the limited amount of jumps he can make in his child form, Vanya can only seem to use her powers for good when put directly in the vicinity of extreme and immediate danger to herself, Allison still feels uncomfortable making use of her Rumors, Luther has obviously had quite little practice actually fighting in his new Monkey Body TM, [If the scene where Hazel and Cha-Cha invade the house is anything to go by. Again, don’t @ me.] Klaus still can barely make Ben corporeal for more than an hour and a half at this point, Diego still for some reason seems content with only throwing and curving knives through the air when he could do that with so many other cool and helpful things, [Grenades, sticky grenades, micro-trackers, blunt objects, smoke bombs, poison darts and trip marbles come to mind to just name a few. Like, come on, dude. Seriously, step it up… *Ahem* What did I say, again? About not @ing me?] and Ben, well, we all have known since the beginning that Ben is hyper-powerful, but as aforementioned, the poor guy can’t physically show up for long. And WOW, that was a WAY longer side track then expected.)

Vanya: Vanya, Vanya, Vanya, what to say… Bad thrower, even worse catcher, unfortunately. But she has Grown Woman In A White Tuxedo Big Dick Energy to make up for these two small slights a hundred thousand times over. But make no mistake, she keeps trying her hardest the whole way through. Vanya, still recovering from her Leonard-related trauma and his nearly brainwashing her against her family, keeps feeling so surprised that they are including her in anything, really. Even when she gives a limp and nowhere near on-target toss that was supposed to be towards Allison, Klaus, the ultimately more near person to where the ball ends up, just says, “Hey, don’t worry Vanya, I got it. And if I know anything about God and how strange and fickle that bratty little girl can be, then maybe that’s where the ball was supposed to end up.” Another time in the game, Klaus encourages her again, saying, truthfully, after having already spent up all of Ben’s corporeal time, “Hey, sis, I know that you can’t see or hear it, but Baby Bentacles is cheering you on and giving you a massive thumbs up!” Luther, who used to spend his free time watching baseball, even gives Vanya a few helpful tips. “Now, for someone with your, er, skill level, you’re probably gonna stick to throwing the ball underhand, like this, see?” Diego had a different approach. Well, kinda. He still gave her verbal support: “Nice try, sis.” or “You’ve got this next throw.” But, no, what I meant by different approach is that he uses a newfound extention his powers to curve the trajectory of her throws, just enough to make every other few of them seem just close enough to earn her a “Wow, that one was pretty close, Vanya.”

Ben: This is a short one because, well, Tentacles. Four whole ass tentacles he can use to throw, catch and even juggle if he wants to. He. Is. A. Catch. Playing. Demon. For the hour and a half that he’s able to, anyway. After that he spends the rest of his time relaying his comments and encourage through Klaus. “Diego, Ben says, ‘no fair!’ You know you curved that ball so it was to high for me to catch!” “Luther, Ben wants to know what kind of throw was that? Your fingers were slippery then mine the time used machine lubricant to– Actually I’m not gonna share that.”

And finally Klaus: Klaus is an Absolute Wild Card, a Being of Utter and Complete Chaos Energy, a True Eldritch Horror, a Cryptid, a Banished Trickster Diety. I’m saying random shit at this point, but one (1) all of those things do in fact describe the cosmic anomaly to the Nth degree that is Klaus Hargreeves, a reason that even God herself stays in heaven because she, too lives in fear of what she has created, but also, and most importantly, two (2) this is all to point out that at the start of the game, no one really knows whether Klaus will we be good or not. He’s always been entirely unpredictable. Diego and Luther figure he probably won’t fair too well, due to his usually unathletic nature, but nobody else, save Ben, of course, knew what to think. So when the absolute mad man catches ball after ball after ball, every one is in shock and awe. Eventually, he catches onto everyone’s demeanor, and he gets a raw unfiltered confidence and bravado going. He catches a ball from Luther, who threw it so the thing would spin through the air really fast and he just roars, “I eat those!” like a chanpion. “I eat those,” he says again, spitting to his left. He’s the second person to catch a curved throw from Diego, and of course he slams the ball on the ground and exclaims, “WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, I AM?” Every successful catch from a throw from one of the girls he just says, “ Ha! Got-Eem!” like every single sports bro you knew in middle/high school. “He can ski, but CAN Richard Funk?” Sorry, liberals, if you don’t speak random and totally obscure tumblr memery like Klaus and I, that is to say: He can catch, but can Klaus throw? And let me fucking tell you that no one in the entire goddamn Umbrella Academy was prepared for the heat seeking missiles that Klaus throws in the guise of an ordinary brown football. It was madness. At one point he screamed the “Kobe, how my ass taste?” line at Diego, even though basketball isn’t remotely the corresponding sport to a game of catch… with a football. Let’s just Richard CAN indeed Funk, and he NEVER RELENTS FOR ANYONE… Save Vanya, of course. But he throws the ball so hard to Five one time that the poor guy slides back a couple feet. “What fresh hell?” is his response. Sometimes, being the wild creature that he is, Klaus will just run up? And steal the catch? From one of his siblings? In a particularly memorable moment Klaus just bone rushes Diego to the ground, remains standing somehow, looks down at him to his right to say, “Move bitch, get out the way,” and without looking or flinching, also perfectly catches the ball the ball with his left hand. Luther just claps in thunderous applause, while Allison just whispers to Vanya, “I think Vietnam might have turned our brother into a supersoldier,” when in reality, Ben is smirking because he may or may not know that it may or may not all have to do with telekinetic abilities that he’s discovered in his sobriety.

All in all, I present to you, “The Hargreeves kids Playing Catch.”

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Soul notes: I have nothing else to add all of this is PERFECT honestly Klaus being a wild card is blessed content. I could definitely see him though swinging wildly between bizarrely good and just absolute butterfingers though when ghosts distract him as well until he figures out his powers more

but definitely as a kid just like turning his head to look at a ghost who just screamed and getting beaned in the face o o f

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brightsun-and-darkmidnight · 4 years

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Stubborn Independence

TITLE: Stubborn Independence

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 5/10

AUTHOR: brightsun-and-darkmidnight

ORIGINAL IMAGINE:

Imagine getting into a petty fight with Loki, so in retaliation, he puts everything on the top shelf where you can’t reach?

AUTHOR'S NOTES: College AU. Loki is determined to take over Odin's company. He works hard and has a strict schedule for success. However, with the interference of Thor and the other four, Loki's plans are often interrupted so they can play matchmaker.

My Ao3: brightsun_and_darkmidnight

Tags: @cateyes315

~ ~ ENJOY ~ ~

"How cool is that though? I mean I would be able to get my name out there."

Loki could not stop the smile pulling his lips. "You are very gifted."

"Thanks. It's not… I guess it isn't so much of getting my name known, I just like to see when people hear music. Music is proven to change or elevate moods. Its why I am in the musical therapy major."

"When do your mock classes start?"

"Next week. Frigga stated there are some people really interested in the little class."

Loki watched as Sirena parked in front of a grocery store.

She gave Loki a big smile. "Object of this game is to get snacks to eat in the car. Now go. Gogogog!"

Sirena hurried out of the car and Loki felt rushed to do it too.

She started laughing as the car locked and ran to the entrance.

Loki easily caught up to her then opened the door. At Sirena's look he walked in and shut the door so she had to open it herself.

"What the hell?" She laughed as she tried to be the intimidating fireball she was.

Loki smirked, "Everyone keeps telling me to let you do stuff yourself."

"Well yeah. But did you need to make sure the door shut?"

"It would have been considered helping."

Sirena tapped Loki's arm with a small smile then pulled him along towards the snack isle.

Sirena was picking granola bars and some chips. "So get anything you can easily eat in the car."

"Where are we going to go?"

Sirena snickered. "Depends on when you have your next scheduled alarm."

Loki grumbled, "touche."

Loki picked out a few things but were mostly candy. After purchasing their own things they went to the car.

"With all those sweets you are going to get a cavity. Clint would yell at me all the time about what I would eat because he knows I want to loose weight and be more healthy. He watches out for me." Sirena took a bite of her granola bar.

"He does seem a bit…" Loki hesitated for the right word.

"Intimidating? Yeah he got the whole older brother thing about him."

Loki immediately asked, "Brother? So you two aren't dating?"

Sirena forced a gag and muttered "ew" several times. "No we aren't dating. We knew each other from high school. He looked out for me because I would always get myself in trouble with people. I was too nice and people took advantage of me. He would scare people away from me."

"He was trying to scare me away then?"

Sirena shrugged her shoulders. "Clint is an ass but yeah. He is a great guy. He is just pushing your buttons to see if you are good for me to...talk to."

Loki had to be cheeky. "Am i good company?"

Sirena teased. "I think so."

Loki laughed at his own question. "Was this planned out?"

Sirena pouted, "Probably. Clint is good at seeing things from way outside the picture so he is good at placing things where they are supposed to be."

Loki fiddled with a piece of candy. "Where does he want us?"

"Beside each other."

"You are being vague."

"Vague? Why is there more information you are searching for?" Sirena teased.

"Just wondering if there is more to this... How did you put it..? Beside each other, Like this, in this car discussing his master painting over snacks…"

"maybe this is part of his plans.." Sirena glances at Loki's lips as she leans slightly.

Loki starts to lean in as well.

The kiss was short, sweet, and it made Loki happy to see her smile once the short kiss was over.

Loki smirked with a tilt of his head, "so do I ask you out or do you want to ask me?"

Sirena grinned, "I initiated the kiss, so I asked."

Loki shrugged. "Fair enough. So do I get to take you out for dinner?"

Sirena seemed hesitant. "We can do our Q and A right here."

"Do you actually have insurance on your phone?" It was the first question Loki came up with.

Sirena laughed, "that question is what you open up with?"

Loki nodded with a smirk.

She sighed before answering. "Yes I do. They won't send me a new one because I dropped the phone. Something stupid about it not being the device that stopped working and it was my fault.. But it still works and I am not worried about it."

"Alright. But everytime you show me pictures on your phone I really want to get you a new one so I can see your pictures better."

"You are not the first person to complain about my phone for that reason."

"Why not get a new phone?"

"I am worried about losing my pictures."

Loki beamed. "I could help with that. Its very easy to do that. I move files all the time for work."

"Maybe. Enthusiastic helper."

Loki thought for a second. "I could teach you how to save stuff and put it all on a micro SD card or back everything up to the cloud."

Sirena looked confused. "That was all over my head. I have no idea how electronics work. I can text, call, and set alarms."

Loki tried not to laugh but a few chuckles escaped.

"Oh come on dont laugh at me!"

Loki couldn't help but laugh at her pout and the embarrassment inside her voice.

"I didn't mean to offend."

"Whatever. So there is an intersection coming up… left, right, or straight?"

Loki asked. "Really? Okay straight."

And that was the game for the night until they needed to get back to campus.

Loki and Sirena spent more time together and Clint seemed to be warming up to Loki more. There were still threats of bodily harm if Loki "ever hurt her and I will make sure you suffer too."

Loki genuinely promised Clint he would never hurt Sirena.

Loki found himself on a new schedule and Sirena didn't mind much of his alarms because she saw how anxious he was without some daily structure. However she convinced him into a deal; he could pay for one meal a week, and on certain days she had control of what they would do with their free time. Loki had to admit he enjoyed new experiences -especially with Sirena because she is always pleasant to be around.

Sirena never let Loki pay for anything and if he did it was an ear full and she would go buy him something if he wouldn't take the money.

He tried to get creative by leaving a little money where she would find it, but she gave it away.

Loki went so far as to order things online, have them shipped to her mailbox as an "accidental delivery." Despite the company saying to keep it she would send it back or find someone else who would use it.

Then Sirena got assigned a paper to write and was stressed out about getting it done because it was on a book she just didn't understand. She found school just as important as Loki did, so homework would carve into their time together. Loki offered his help and she actually accepted it. Loki's skills at analytical reading were useful and Sirena would get Loki his favorite drink and snacks as thanks for each study session.

They would work on homework together; at first they were alone and then they had a study group with the rest of their friends. Loki invested in a personal laptop so he could program while others worked and it didn't take long to make some friends in the computer programming department too. Friends such as, Tony and Bruce.

During a study group Sirena announced she would be in a few of the art classes soon.

Fandral teased, "I am sure Loki is going to love it."

Sirena glared at Fandral. "It is very professional. There will be no suggestive atmosphere."

It still did nothing to comfort him once she was on the podium in the plain undergarments she once explained. Everyone was on best behavior in the class which made it easier that way, but Loki's hands sweat so much he had to keep readjusting the drawing utensils. They were never intimate other than kisses, hugs, and hand holding but now he saw the curves of her body and was memorizing them onto paper.

Not at all troubling.

#Stubborn Independence #chapter 5 #brightsun-and-darkmidnight #loki #college au

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calorieworkouts · 4 years

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The 7 Golden Rules of Fat Loss

For lots of people weight loss can look like this obscure and also magical point only fantasized concerning in fairytales, however the fact is that weight loss is basic when you understand what to do. This doesn't suggest that it's always simple. Luckily, knowledge is power (as long as you utilize it), as well as there are a few easy fat loss regulations which will make obtaining that lean, attractive body much easier.

Fat Loss vs. Weight Loss

First, to improve an usual misconception. When people discuss slimming down, what they're generally after is fat loss - they're not the same: your weight consists of, muscles, bones, body organs along with body fat. Which is specifically why you can obtain a sexier, leaner body and in fact weigh even more than when you started - you've shed body fat, but got muscle.

This likewise indicates that the weight range is a bad sign of fat loss, fat calipers or also simply seeing body structure adjustments in the mirror are a lot far better indicators of weight loss. Step away from the scales, they are not your pal! Obtain some body fat calipers and also learn exactly how to make use of them.

So, since that runs out the way, let's come down to fat-burning service ...

7 Golden Rules of Fat Loss

Fat loss occurs in the kitchen.

Your kitchen is the go-to place for fat loss. You've possibly heard it said before that obtaining the lean, hot body you want is 80% diet and 20% exercise. While these data might be debatable, it emphasizes the significance of healthy eating when it concerns getting the results you desire. This doesn't weaken the relevance of exercise, because you need an adequate exercise with sufficient strength to shed fat as well as construct muscle mass, but when it pertains to fat-loss, the starting point you need to look is at what you're eating.

Some guidelines to comply with for healthy consuming:

Lean protein with every meal.

Protein is a necessary foundation of the body, and also it likewise maintains appetite at bay by making you really feel satiated (by decreasing ghrelin levels - the hormone which promotes hunger).

Lots of vegetables.

Especially, cruciferous as well as dark, green leafy veggies.

Enough healthy fats.

Healthy fats do not make you fat, they're critical to health as well as well-being - so ensure you're obtaining enough of them with every meal.

Less complex carbohydrates.

You require to consume sufficient facility carbohydrates to fulfill your power requirements, nonetheless, when it pertains to fat-loss, one approach is to have less servings of carbs, while still having enough lean healthy protein, healthy and balanced fats as well as great deals of non-starchy vegetables, to guarantee your macro- and micro-nutrient requirements are being met.

Little or no refined products.

Yes, that indicates you sugar (generally the most significant culprit)! A good approach is to change polished sugars with fruit, nonetheless, you still need to consume fruit in small amounts, because fruits consist of high quantities of natural sugars.

The keynote is to stay with healthy and balanced eating 90% of the time, with allowances for 'treat' dishes once in awhile. Keep in mind, some people discover it simpler to remove 'deal with' meals totally, so it depends on what works best for you.

Burn much more calories than you consume.

Fat-loss requires a calorie deficiency, i.e. burning much more calories than you take in. There are essentially 3 ways you can do this: consume less calories, increase your physical activity, or a combination of both. Lots of people are going to have the most effective outcomes by integrating a lowered calorie intake and enhancing the amount or intensity of the workout they do. A good level for healthy and balanced, continual weight loss is to go for a shortage of concerning 500 calories per day.

Build more muscle.

Not just does lifting weights increase the muscular tissue you have, offering you that hot, toned appearance, however likewise boosts you relaxing metabolic rate - i.e. the calories you burn at rest. Given, it might not be an enormous boost, but you'll still shed even more than by doing cardio alone. By including resistance training, you'll loose fat and also preserve muscle mass that you functioned tough for.

Don't skimp on sleep.

Lack of sleep boosts cortisol levels, and cortisol can cause enhanced fat storage (particularly around the waistline). On top of that, when you're doing cardio as well as weight training, you need to obtain sufficient rest to ensure that your body can rest, recover as well as fix. Greater than this, a rest research discovered that sleepers who got greater than 8.5 hours sleep, had greater weight loss than those that got 5 hrs of sleep.

Ditch the scale.

As you saw earlier, the scales are not your buddy when it comes to weight loss. If you wish to measure fat loss, the mirror is a better indication than the ranges. Ideally, you'll wish to invest in a pair of body fat calipers and also find out exactly how to use them - even better (however much more costly) is to get professional dimensions done. While it's excellent to track your development, there is a factor where you're measuring also often - bear in mind, healthy weight loss takes time, so determining when each week, or perhaps two weeks ought to be enough.

Don't drink your calories.

One of the biggest hidden sources of calories is what you consume alcohol! Soft drink is the worst, but also a 20oz glass of freshly pressed orange juice contains about 220 calories. Some researchers are now claiming that the calories you obtain from alcohol consumption fruit juice outweigh the benefits. The bottom-line: drink water, tea or coffee for hydration, and also obtain your calories from healthy, vitamins and mineral dense foods.

Maximize cardio with HIIT.

Cardio certainly has its location when it involves weight loss, nevertheless, the outcomes are optimized when it's integrated with resistance training. One of the most effective ways to melt even more calories in much less time, is to make use of a HIIT (high strength, interval training) procedure, which doesn't need to be restricted to the treadmill - you can utilize it with a jump rope, or also in the weight room.

Remember, fat loss isn't constantly easy, as several can prove it can be quite challenging at times. However just since it's hard, doesn't imply it's unworthy doing - as a matter of fact, it's worth doing because it's difficult, and when you desire it poor sufficient, you'll make it happen. Fortunately is that it gets much easier once you have actually created new healthy practices on your own, and also as quickly as you start seeing the results - the lean, hot body, the increased vitality - you'll have all the inspiration you require to get it done.

#exercise #health #physical activity #weight #work out #workout

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jiwonsssi · 5 years

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— on the count of three.

prompt:

- Let's take a photo! One, two..

- I'm going to kiss you.

- Three.. What?

characters: Eun Jiwon, 'you';

warnings: slight cursing, slight R-rating.

Jiwon is a really good old friend of yours. Not like 'good', not really 'really', but surely 'old' and sometimes even a 'friend'. Well. Decision of spending an evening together was not quite a bad idea. He started to behave lately, and was a bearable human being, even funny and nice sometimes. You wanted to know what caused those extreme changes, but decided to not to disturb it to not to ruin it.

- And you know what she did? She hid the fact that she stole it! Like, I can't believe..

- But what do you want her to do? Being, like, 'oh, you know what, I stole this, that and that, just saying'? It's bullshit. Use your head before talking, you, - he put a hand on your hair to mess with it while laughing and you just roll your eyes since it was better to not pay attention to his antics rather than fight back. Useless anyways.

Anyways it was a good way of wasting time on watching a movie or drinking or doing God-knows-what. You end up re-watching the first Iron Man for, like, tenth time and by the end of the begging of the film it was only a conversation that was matter.

- Look whos talking, mister I-Say-Shit-Without-Thinking-Since-I-Started-Talking, huh, - but you, being, well, you, continued bickering. Following the easiest path was never a choice. And it's funny to see him frustrated. More like a hobby of yours.

- What? Why are you being so brave tonight? - he looks at you with those angry eyes and you answer with same expression. Because.. well, we already discussed it.

Then you are being pushed to the side by his hand on your shoulder. Seeing his all smiley and mocking 'I am the winner' face while he sips his drink was not pleasant at all, so with a deep sigh and a slight kick on his leg, you stood up to straighten your shirt.

- It's not like I was scared any other day, you know, - he follows your hands with a gaze and nod, taking another sip. And now that was surprising. Because having him checking you out is surely something you have never experienced. Jiwon adjusts his pose and avoids your eyes when you bend a brow.

He's not ashamed; to be honest, you are not entirely sure if he has a clue what shame actually is.

- I know, - and it suddenly awkward. Maybe it just you, but he definitely changed his expression. Now he tries to burn a hole in a TV screen and you just stand there not knowing what to do. Very nice. Just a dream, - I want another bottle of soju. Have some? Bring it.

He didn't even glanced your way. Usual Jiwon is back in town so nothing to worry about.

So you made yourself comfortable on a couch again and took a cup with soju from his hand.

- Help yourself, - you smiled at him with false politeness and nodded to a kitchen, receiving muttered curses and soft 'I didn't want it that much anyways'. You smile, shaking your head.

He's really cute, you just couldn't deny it.

By knowing him for more than a few years now, you got an immunity to all his attacks (almost), so you actually found him adorable mostly. He indeed is. When he's not a moron, he's either a squishy sleepy lost ball or a charismatic rapper and powerful, smart leader. And you even had just a tiny small little micro crush on him before. Well maybe a huge ass crush if being honest. And you even sure that he knew. You were young, naive and inexperienced. Of course he knew. It was obvious.

The thing is, he never took an advantage, even if he had a chance, and it made you respect him at some point. Now it's gone, just a funny memory; yet something is still there. You just preferred to ignore it. God knows why.

- Someone is spamming you with texts and you are too deep into admiring me to notice.

Being slapped in a face? That's how it feels like.

Resume: you stared at him while thinking that you used to have a crush on him while holding a cup near your mouth but not drinking while your telephone kept ringing while he was fully aware of what was happening for God knows how long. Well.. Shit happens, right?

- Was thinking that you need to see a dermatologist.

Maintaining a straight face when you actually had an internal breakdown was not an easy task, but you managed. Now the task is to ignore his smirk. Like hell he would believe. Ugh.

You opened a text from your friend, well, a bunch of texts, from just one tiny friend, to see her asking you repeatedly what were you doing. Lots of unnecessary photos of her face with all the faces she could have manage, surroundings, and similar messages; she is a really close good friend. The only reason for tolerating it.

Still funny sometimes tho.

- C'mon, let's take a picture, - someone need to break the ice now, right? You leaned backwards closer to his face to adjust an angle and put on the dumbest expression you could maintain, - One, two..

- I'm going to kiss you.

- Three.. Wha-

And then his lips are on yours.

There is not a single thought in your mind.

You weren't even able to be surprised.

The kiss is so light; his lips barely touch yours and yet it's so breathtaking. So soft.

No one ever kissed you like that.

You don't want it to end; you will need to talk about it, to sort things out, but for now his hands on your cheeks and you let him deepen the kiss. It's somehow magical now; the atmosphere around you.

Feeling your arms getting weaker by every second, you just lean into him. Into comfort you never knew even exist. His hands reach you neck to gently guide you and you completely surrender. It's impossible to not to.

God, he's amazing. And when you realise that one of your hands is slowly making it's way up his tight, you hear loud crack of the phone hitting a floor.

Perfect timing.

It ends this magic just like that; you open your eyes trying to catch a breath.

And then silence.

Complete silence; just his slightly hitched breath and your heart. You wander if he can hear it.

You wait for him to joke, to be nervous or at least be even slightly surprised. But when you meet his eyes, he's so calm. He looks at you directly with so fucking gentle smile.

You have never seen him smile like that. And you were lucky; he could persued you to do anything by looking that way.

There is only you who look like a deer caught in a headlights, actually. And Jiwon finds it adorable.

His hands never leave your body and now he keeps your head straight for you to look at him; and you just choose to shut your eyes tightly. Causing him to crack and laugh.

You have no idea what to feel now, you just really want to decide later; but the sound of his laugh was never that charming.

You never imagined your heart can beat that fast.

- Look at me, - you just shake your head, realising that one of your hands is now stuck in the air and you, like a complete fool, place it on your knees. And another one, that was on his thight all the time. For fuck's sake, oh God. Still refusing to open your eyes tho.

- No, - voice is like a tiny squeak and he finds it funny again when you feel him caress your neck with his fingers; it's so light and tender you barely notice. But he does it.

Remember fast beating heart? Now it's faster and it seems like a good idea to just die in his arms.

- Please, - he rarely asks this polite and you decide to give him a chance. Since he already kissed you. You are going to face him anyways, it's not like he's planning to fuck off. Not like you want it.

- I broke my phone, - your hands now on his wrists and you find yourself not being able to do what you wanted to do.

He's so warm. You can feel it. You can feel his pulse under your fungertips. So calm.

It's impossible to look at him now.

- I know, - he's a lot closer now; voice is barely audible. Perhaps you would get mad if it wasn't so good.

Yes, long forgotten crush, all that staff; but you can't deny that he's exactly what you ever wanted. As simple as that. You just choose to avoid those feelings to not to get hurt. Because he never made a move; was always around, like a friend. He made it clear then. And now he offers something different to you. Yes, it feels really good.

It would be better to know that he does it not because he's drunk and wants to mess with you.

His presence feels different all of a sudden. Hot. Tempting. Delicate?

- You wouldn't be able to keep them close forever, - Jiwon laughs again and you feel, suddenly, a smile creeping on your face as well.

He's not like that, right? Jiwon is not going to do that to someone.

- Don't underestimate my fear of facing you, - you feel him stroking your hair lazily and he gave your ear a light pinch.

- You said you are never afraid. Never, my ass, - he's mocking you again as if kissing wasn't enough. Not going to let it slide, you unconsciously open your eyes to see him smiling ever so brightly.

- It wasn't.. Fuck, - it's not the moment that breathtaking, it's him.

His expression is priceless and he's so close and so happy. God, so happy.

You are falling for him so hard you can feel your ribs clenching.

- Now I'm going to kiss you again. Ready? 1..

He never finishes since it's rather difficult to talk while kissing. You can feel Jiwon smile widely in the kiss and this is incredible; all that happening is incredible. His hands on your waist and he's pulling you on his laps and you happily help him. Way too happily perhaps since he breaks a kiss to laugh, while giving you short pecks and getting down your neck with wet kisses. The skin feels like it's on fire; everywhere you feel his fingers touch you, it burns. You move your head to give him better access, burying fingers in his hair, slightly tugging on it.

You would sell your soul to not to moan like a teenager, but you can't. All you manage is biting your lip and pulling his hair harder. He likes it. You can feel it. You totally can feel exactly how much he likes it.

- Let's pretend it was our first date and when I asked you to be my girlfriend you said yes, - you catch something in your throat not because you are taken aback by his audacity, but because he definitely leaves a hickey on your neck.

The thing is, you are mad, happy and turned on at the same time.

Tagging on his hair, you make him look at you. And damn those eyes.

Now you just turned on. Nice.

- What made you think I would say yes?

- You just jumped on my lap like you..

- I understand your point, now shut up, - well, testing him is not an easy game to play.

But it so worth it.

#eun jiwon #sechskies #imagine

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kgveom · 5 years

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I.L.Y. //mark tuan.

Mark Tuan x Reader

word count: ~3.5k not edited.

warnings: fluff. soft smut? language. we love a twist ending.

title inspo from i.l.y. by the rose

+ + +

“Come overrr, you should’ve been here by now,” you smiled at the words sprawled across the screen of your phone. You felt your heart flutter as you sat up in your bed. Truth be told, you were already out of your clothes and ready to call it a night but whenever Mark messaged you, you sprung to your feet.

You couldn’t help it. The two of you had been the closest of friends for two years now. Occasionally, the two of you went out together, more recently referring to the outings as dates and enjoying the benefits of being in a relationship without actually being in a relationship. The two of you had talked about sealing the deal and taking the next step a couple times, but you were never ready until recently. You were beginning to feel yourself open up to the idea of a new relationship. Your last relationship ended on a very messy note and you swore to yourself that you’d stay out of one for awhile, but at this point, it’s only been two months since you made that promise to yourself.

“I didn’t know I was invited,” your fingers danced swiftly from key to key before pressing send. “I’ll be there in ten.”

Swinging yourself out of bed, you reached for a pair of leggings and an over sized sweater, which was very out of season but comfort was your top priority. Stepping out of your room and into the bathroom, you touched up your hair attempting to put it in a neat but still messy ponytail. You wiped away any black residue that was left behind on your face from you nightly skin care routine and stepped back out of the bathroom, turning off the light behind you.

Upon entering your car, the notification for maps popped up telling you exactly how long it would take to get to Mark’s apartment. That always made you smile. Even though he never said anything directly, you knew that your phone’s reminder that you received every time you got in your car at night, showed that, to some extent, Mark valued your time together and made seeing you a priority.

You were always thankful for the short drive. Your ex lived approximately twenty minutes away from you before moving three hours away from you then they moved themselves to the other side of the country, very far away from you. Your car ride was only two songs long now. Pulling your car to the front of the apartment owners’ house, you turned the car off and made your usual walk up the driveway after making sure multiple times that your car was locked, since the neighborhood he lived in wasn’t the best.

The homeowners had built three apartments off the side of their house. They were all one bedroom, fairly small, but more than enough for one person to live comfortably. Mark’s was the last apartment in the very back. You knocked your usual five times then turned and waited for the door to be opened just enough to see one of Mark’s eyes. You used that time to look around at the sky or at the ground or whatever he had sitting outside his door.

After a short time, you heard the door open, saw his eyes look at you, and heard his voice question, “What do you want?”

You smiled brightly, “Good evening there sir, I was wondering if you had a moment to talk about our Lord and Savior, the Flying Spaghetti Monster. Could I come in?”

Mark proceeded to fully open the door as a fit of laughter spread across his face. “Hi there, princess,” he opened his arms to you and you gladly stepped into them.

As per your usual routine, he wrapped you in one arm, using his other arm to close the door behind you as he smoothly wrapped that arm around your shoulders. The two of you met each others eyes before greeting each other with a couple of kisses. You pulled away and smiled as you nuzzled up to his chest.

“How is you? You’re so small and short and cute, how is that even fair?” He began to sway back and forth.

“What do you mean how is that fair?” you laughed.

“To all the other girls,” he stopped and looked down at you. “You’re the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen and you could easily pull any guy you wanted to. That’s just not fair.”

You giggled. “Not even close.”

“You know I’m right, don’t even deny it,” he kissed the top of your head and walked the two of you over to the couch, subsequently causing you both to fall onto it.

Once you were able to calm your laughing, you gazed up at his eyes that were now over yours. “I’m doing good, by the way.”

“Ah, right. I asked how you were doing,” Mark smiled as he adjusted his body so he was now laying behind you, his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you as close as humanly possible. “I’m glad to hear you’re doing good.”

“And how are you doing, Mr. Tuan?”

“I’m doing alright,” he sighed. “I had a busy day today, got back from my parents not too long ago and had dinner with them.”

“How was that?”

“It was good, it always is. Except for when my dad makes things uncomfortable, but tonight was good. He didn’t say or do anything bad.”

A small chuckle escaped your lips. In the two years the two of you had been close for, you had come to learn a lot about his family dynamic. Mark always talks about how much he appreciates his mother and how he’d do anything for her. He also talked about his dad and how he always had good intentions, but they came off wrong about sixty percent of the time. Their relationship was always a bit rocky but he still did his best to spend time with his dad.

“That’s good,” you smiled. “I’m glad,” your voice was at a whisper and you closed your eyes, enjoying Mark’s embrace.

You turned your body so the two of you were facing each other. Pressing your foreheads together, the two of you laid there quietly for a couple seconds, stealing every moment you could of the intimate space that was created. Mark ran his hand up and down your back. Your fingers were tangled in his hair as you played with the ends of each piece you grabbed. As you continued, you sat up just enough to see over him. You could feel his eyes watching every micro movement you made. He clicked his tongue softly a few times, calling you down to meet him in a kiss.

Without a second thought, you lowered yourself back down to him and met him in a gentle kiss, that gradually grew into something more rough. He guided your body up as he moved himself under you. You groaned but complied; the couch wasn’t wide enough for you to sit on top of him comfortably.

“I know,” he said, placing his hands on your hips. “But you know we always have to start on the couch.”

You placed your hands over his as the two of you adjusted so you were placed perfectly over his hard on. He slowly started rocking your hips, guiding you before wrapping his hands around and firmly grabbing your ass. You lowered yourself down to him and taking his bottom lip between your teeth. His hand slipped as his tried to spank you.

“Princess,” he groaned. “You know the rules.”

You brought your hand through his hair, trailing your fingertips down to his chest. “What are those?” You hummed, not breaking eye contact with him.

“These, fantastic leggings,” he ran the tips of his fingers along the waistband, “need to come off.”

“But what if I want to keep them on?” Your eyes landed on his lips.

His hand met your ass again firmly causing a small moan to leave your lips. “It’s more fun with them off, you know these things.” He kept his voice low.

Without hesitation, you lips met his again. You began trailing kisses down to his jawline, sprinkling it softly with your lips, then down his neck to his collar bone before you pulled his skin between your teeth, harshly biting and sucking the skin in short increments. You paused to run your tongue over the newly pink area before repeating.

“Fuck,” he groaned, taking control of your hips again as he began to rub himself against you faster. You tried your best to fight the moans threatening to escape. “Baby girl, I need you to take these off,” he continued.

You rolled your head around starting from your right shoulder, as if you were trying to pop it, before you looked dead in his eyes. His movements stopped and your hands caressed his hair again. You kissed his forehead before rising from the couch. You kept your back towards him per his usual request but you stole a couple of glances over your shoulder as you slowly pulled the leggings down and off your ankles. You enjoyed seeing his reaction. He sat up in the corner of the couch, his eyes scanning your figure before fixating on the show, his lip between his teeth.

“You’re so sexy,” he fidgeted in his seat, still skimming your body in awe as you turned to face him.

“Oh yeah?” You smiled. “Sexy, how? What makes me sexy?” You approached him on the couch, straddling him.

“You,” he pulled you as close as he could to himself again. He hovered his lips around your neck, his hands trailing up your shirt then back down to your butt.

You rolled your head to the side giving him more access to your sweet spot. He didn’t hesitate and harshly bit your neck, tightening his grip on you, causing your to sharply inhale and moan. You slowly began to rock your hips again.

“God, you’re so wet,” he hummed into your neck.

Suddenly, his grip on you changed. He snaked one arm around your bottom and the other up your sweater, to keep you close and from falling as he rose from the couch and carried you into his room.

Upon placing you onto his bed, he grabbed the hem of your sweater and pulled it over your head, leaving you in your bra and panties. As you got comfortable on the bed, he pulled his shirt and shorts off, then slid his way on to the bed on top of you. He settled himself between your legs and raised one of them over his shoulder. “Tell me when your close,” he reminded you.

You let out a small laugh and nodded as he continued again. This was a usual thing the two of you did. The two of you rarely engaged in intercourse. Mostly because you weren’t on the pill and had no intentions to go back on it. He enjoyed watching you climax but it seemed as if he enjoyed teasing you more, getting you close enough to the edge before stopping completely. You eventually began to not tell him but he quickly picked up on your cues and learned to stop when your body moved in certain ways.

His favorite thing to do was to quiz you while doing it. This time, asking you for the capitals of twenty states in America. If you were coherent enough to answer, he knew he needed to do more. Eventually, you turned the question back on him, distracting the both of you from your activities until you had no interest in being on top of him anymore.

You swung your legs to the side and turned to face him from the reverse position you were in. “We suck at this,” he laughed. “We need to go back to fifth grade or something.” He got up out of his bed and walked back out to his living room area.

“I go to school every day, it’s my job,” you shouted at him.

“Well then, they need to find a better person for your job,” he replied in a snarky tone. “What do you think of my new look?” He waltzed back into the room wearing your leggings.

“Oo, yes,” you complimented. “Those hug your legs perfectly.”

“You don’t think it shows off my chiseled thighs too much do you? They don’t make my calves look big? I don’t want to show too much off to people. I need them to think they look better than me before I pull out these.”

You laughed, “Give me pants back.”

“Say no more,” he immediately pulled them down. “My ass looked great in them but they look much better on you.”

“That’s why I got them,” you stepped onto the tile floor and pulled them back on yourself, grabbing your sweater before you stood up fully again.

“Come on,” he grabbed your shoulders. “You left your chocolate covered pretzels here the other day. Let’s eat them and sit on the couch and watch cheesy sitcoms.”

“Okay,” you smiled as he turned you around and led you out the room.

You sat in the corner of the couch where the two of you always curled up together in hopes of him finding his way to you. Instead, after grabbing the pretzels from the freezer, he sat in the opposite corner and handed you the unopened bag. You thanked him and turned your attention to the TV.

“He’s going to return home and find out she’s been with his brother, isn’t he?” You looked over at him, commenting on the show.

He nodded in agreement, “Yeah, probably.”

“Would you ever do something like that?”

“Yeah, why do you think you haven’t heard from your ex?”

You scoffed at his joke, “You don’t even know my ex.”

“That’s what you think, we’ve had a secret love affair this whole time. Why do you think I’ve been busy lately?”

“Because you’re moving in two months, registering for school, spending time with family and other friends, working. I mean, the list goes on.”

“That’s what we want you to believe.”

“Shut up,” you laughed, throwing the nearest pillow to you at him.

You kept your eyes on him, watching his reaction. The two of you had been sat on the couch for fifteen minutes now and Mark remained in his corner. You had tried cuddle up to him earlier but he didn’t meet you in it. His arm that usually would’ve fallen around you stayed up on the couch cushion, so you sat back up. His eyes were falling heavy and his chin was dropping to his chest.

“What?” he asked breaking the silence between the two of you.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just tired.”

“Are you sure that’s it?” You asked hesitantly.

“Yeah,” he sighed.

You tilted your head in an attempt to get a better look of his face.

“What? What do you want?” He asked again, rubbing his eye.

“What’s on your mind?” Your brows pinched together.

“Nothing, I’m just tired.”

You sat there for a moment looking at him. You were turning thoughts in your head, debating whether or not to push further. You couldn’t find it in yourself to just skim over this. You knew he was thinking about something.

“Mark,” you finally spoke up. “What’s on your mind? I can tell there’s something brewing in there.”

He smoothed his hair down, running his hand down his face. “It’s that obvious, huh?” You gave him a half smile, not daring to look away from him. Noticing this out of the corner of his eye, he sighed. “I don’t think we should do this anymore. I mean, the physical things. I don’t have the same feelings for you that I used to.”

Just like that, you felt your face go pale. You looked down at your hands folded in your lap, now refusing to look up at Mark. A wave of emotions flooded over you as you felt your whole body begin to go numb. You stayed silent. Eventually, you stole a glance at him. You could feel his eyes piercing through you. You could hear his voice too. Time seemed to speed up as thirty minutes passed by seemingly in a blink of an eye. But it also seemed to be moving in slow motion as an empty feeling filled your chest.

After asking you to speak up twice, Mark finally suggested that you go home and without hesitation, you stood up from the couch, collected your things, and headed out the door, leaving him behind. Mark walked out behind you but you were ready to leave without him catching up to you.

Although to him, the silence was a waste of time, you struggled to determine whether or not you should tell him how you felt about him, which was very much the opposite of the feelings he just expressed, or lack there of, rather. Upon approaching your car, you froze at the door, knowing Mark always opened your door for you.

“Don’t you dare touch that door handle,” he called after you.

Once he caught up to you and opened the door, he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, giving you a hug.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his hands dropping to your arms.

You looked up at him, making eye contact with him. You made no attempt to hide just how hurt you were. You loved him. You were ready to jump into the next chapter with him by your side. To hear his words left you completely shattered and it was very clearly written on your face.

“I need to get to sleep, Y/n.”

You slowly sat in you car, Mark’s hand guiding you in. Just as he was about to walk away, you grabbed his hand.

“Y/n,” he bowed down to look at you. “I can’t stay out here with you. I need to go to bed and if you’re not going to say anything, you need to let me go.”

“I’m going to say something,” you whispered without much thought.

“Then speak up. I don’t like sitting in silence.”

You took a couple of deep breaths and closed your eyes. “I don’t want you to take this the wrong way or think about it too much,” you started softly, remembering what happened last time you said this to someone. “I care about you so much. I want to see you continue to grow and do what’s best for you. I want nothing but the absolute best for you. On top of all of that, I really like you, way more than I thought I ever would,” you paused. “I don’t know how else to put these emotions into one word other than,” you turned to face him a bit more as he was now standing up straight, looking down at you. “Love,” you hesitated. “I- I love you, Mark.”

His thumb brushed over your hand. “Then I need you to understand this is what’s best for me,” he stepped away from the car and let go of your hand. “With everything that’s going on, with me moving, and everything that’s happened between us in the past,” he shook his head. “The feelings aren’t there anymore, and I don’t want anything long distance.”

You hung your head again, this time, tears threatening to come out.

“I need to go inside,” he placed his hand on the car door and you readjusted yourself back into the car. “Goodnight, Y/n.”

Just like that, the door was closed and he was walking away. Just like that, you were left alone in your car. You raised your to wipe away the tears that began flooding out. You sat in your car, crying hysterically, unable to stop. You couldn’t believe you let Mark under your skin, just to be let down and broken. You began to resent every moment minute of time you spent with him in the past six months. Remembering every argument and every word that left his mouth as he fought for you to choose him months ago when you weren’t ready to, it all ended being a waste of time. Your feelings didn’t mean a thing to him anymore.

His words from three months prior ran through your head as you drove home; “You know just as well as I do that we’re the only two people on this earth for each other. We were made for each other.”

You clawed at your chest as if you were trying to hold your heart to keep it together as reality set in that you were losing your best friend.

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