#TRADITIONAL lifting. no some people gym around

[bycourageandfaith]

I think some people forget that not everyone in the gym is training for aesthetics.

So many gym insta people mocking unusual exercises that probably have a very specific purpose for that persons goals. Or people getting annoyed when someone is using equipment in a different (but still safe) way.

Instead of being an ass why not just play ‘i wonder what sport they play’. It’s more fun and it takes the smacked arse look off your face.

[fredwkong]

Genie: Marcus’s Wishes

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Marcus wasn’t your average jockboy. In school, he had been the class queer, marked for bullying because of his femme interests and gay voice. Worse, because he was one of the only Black kids. At university, he’d caught the iron bug and gotten huge, but kept the femininity, too. Nowadays, even with his powerful bod and handsome face, he still got dirty looks for his paisley shirts, peppy attitude, and swishy walk.

It was somewhere around 3 AM, and Marcus was feeling well and truly used. He hadn’t been topped like Mr. Peters had topped him in… he didn’t know how long. The Daddy dom’s husband, Lars, had told Marcus that the couple never double dipped on a guy, which sucked, but Marcus had more than enough wank material from this night alone to get him through.

Lars, still naked, followed the half-dressed Marcus to the living room. Mr. Peters was lounging on the balcony upstairs, smoking. Lars was giving Marcus the instructions for getting to the main street in his thick German accent. The other boys had left a few hours ago to catch the last busses home.

Something caught Marcus’s eye in the dimly lit room. A glint of light off of brass, an old, traditional lamp sitting next to Mr. Peters’ humidor. “What’s that?” Marcus asked.

Lars looked at the lamp like he’d never seen it before. “Some object of Daddy’s,” he grunted. “You like it?”

“It’s beautiful.” Marcus was living in his own place for the first time, and he was starting to decorate. He drifted over and lifted up the lamp. He could base a whole room off of its aesthetics.

“Take it.” Lars waved away Marcus’s half-made protestation. “If Daddy thought it was important he would tell me,” said the German model. “It clashes with our decor.” He moved closer, and growled in Marcus’s ear, “You deserve a present for being such a good slut.”

An hour later, Marcus crashed into bed, not bothering to undress or unpack his bag, leaving the lamp in his gym duffel.

The next morning, he woke up late and made a protein shake for breakfast. As he chugged it, he pulled the lamp out of his bag. Held it up against different spaces in his apartment. It would clash with the Britney poster in the bedroom. Ditto for the Barbie display in his office. He settled on the entryway. He could get a pedestal for it and make an Arabian nook or something.

There was some kind of stain on the side of the lamp. Grabbing a hanky, Marcus started to rub it, but was interrupted as the lamp slid from his grasp and released a cloud of rainbow smoke. When it cleared, a burly Arabian man in a thong and a slutty stringer tank stood in Marcus’s apartment.

“Hey cutie,” said the genie. “Make me some wishes and I’ll get you hot.”

Marcus’s eyes caught on the genie’s ample bulge, and then he processed what he was being offered. In the second before he made his first wish, all he could think was masculinity. There was a corner near his apartment where Hispanic men gathered to shoot the shit in their jeans and tank tops. Their manliness was effortless, totally unstudied, what Marcus had dreamed of being in his childhood.

“I wish I was more manly, like a Latino guy.”

“Got it,” said the genie, with a snap of his fingers. “One Latino meatlover, coming right up.”

Marcus found himself surrounded by a cloud of orange smoke. It smelled like sweat and spices, and Marcus found himself inhaling it deeply. The scent blazed a trail through his mind, and Marcus started to think in Spanish rather than English. His university education vanished, replaced by the foundation of his own landscaping company at 18, and all the hard, manual labour involved in maintaining and building yards for rich, lazy white people.

At the same time, the smoke pumped up Marcus’s big Black muscles further, and lightened them to a sun-kissed tan. His hair straightened and retracted partway into his scalp, leaving him with a simple, masculine haircut. His dick and balls expanded, and the extra testosterone threw his already ripe armpits into overdrive, filling the room with the smell of his sweat. Finally, the last of the smoke thickened into threadbare white briefs, tight jeans, and a tighter tank top, an outfit fit for the masc Latino guy Marcus was becoming.

The genie snapped his fingers once again, and Marcus’s apartment became Marco’s house, a one storey bachelor pad full of thrifted furniture, hand-me-downs, and Marco’s curated selection of Tom of Finland prints hung on the walls.

Marco looked around with satisfaction, his big, callused hands on his hips. “Buen, cabron,” he told the genie in his deep, firm voice. “I need to go work now.”

“See you tomorrow, hermoso,” said the genie, vanishing back into the lamp that sat on Marco’s living room dildo shelf.

During the day, Marco drove his pickup truck to the office, maintained the lawns for some clients, and handled everything it took to run his own business. He hadn’t done great at school—too busy working so his mami could rest—but once he’d founded the business he’d discovered a knack for accounting, so he sat in his air conditioned office to do paperwork while his college boy employees worked through the heat of the afternoon.

Well, he finished the work in an hour and spent another two sniffing his spicy pits while he tugged his thick cock.

After work, Marco drove home, checked his immaculate front and back yards for anything that needed maintenance, and fired up the barbecue. He didn’t realise he had cooked for four until he sat down at the table with a mountain of meat and no one to feed.

The next morning, Marco summoned the genie bright and early with his second wish. “I wish I had some amigos to share the evenings with.”

“Aww, you could have just asked,” the genie cooed, and blew Marco a kiss as he vanished, sending a heart-shaped orange smoke ring to hit Marco in the face with the scent of musk and spice. When nothing seemed to change, Marco shrugged and loaded up his truck for work.

At the first client’s house, Marco dealt with the usual white housewife cooing over his big muscles and blue-collar masculinity with a roll of his eyes. But then the woman’s son, a lean twunk home for the summer, stumbled down the stairs for coffee. He glanced at Marco, who was setting up the lawnmower, and saw a flash of orange light as his nostrils filled with the scent of the Latino’s musk, and his mouth with the flavour of unwashed Latin cock.

As Marco packed his truck back up, the twunk stepped shyly up next to him. At first, he asked the usual questions about Marco’s gym routine, but then Marco raised his arms, showing his hairy pits and releasing a cloud of fresh, sweaty musk, and the white boy seemed to swallow his tongue. He handed Marco a paper with his number on it and fled.

It was the same with every client that day. At some point while he worked at each house, a cute young white boy would walk up and hand Marco his number. Some were little femme twinks, others buff jocks, and a couple were cute hairy cubs. All were shy, pretty, and lived in the rich neighbourhoods Marco worked in. While he was in the office that afternoon, Marco was so busy talking to all his new boys that he fell behind on the accounting.

That evening, Marco’s house was full of the voices of hot young guys. They filled the dining table, the couches, and the patio Marco had built with his own hands. Marco barbecued to his heart’s content and wandered among the boys with his own plate. As he greeted each new boy, Marco instinctively pulled them in for a firm kiss and grope, then said “Hola, mi chiquita.”

As the night went on, the boys got rowdier and hornier. The rich, potent smell of Marco’s musk and the genie’s magic filled the rapidly heating space, and Marco found himself on his bed in a happy pile of rich white boys desperate to sniff and lick him all over. Just at the stroke of midnight, the genie heard Marco, facefucking a little twink while some jocks and cubs worshipped him, mutter, “I wish I could see myself fuck this little gringo.”

A blast of magic suffused every corner of the house with musky orange smoke. When it cleared, Marco’s bed was surrounded by film cameras, taking different angles as he shoved his thick Latin dick into the white twink’s throat. In the spare room, two of the nerdier boys sat naked at monitors and called shots for the stream. Each room had a camera setup, including a hidden corner on the patio and a secluded bower in the garden.

Once he was done with the twink and a sweaty musk worship session with a couple of jock boys, Marco got dressed for bed in a pair of stained white briefs and turned to camera one. “That’s all for tonight, gringos,” he told his viewers in an playfully thick Spanish accent. “Come back tomorrow once I’m done working hard on your lawns.” He fondled his pouch, and the stream cut.

As Marco stood by the door, kissing his boys goodbye, one young lad caught sight of a weird lamp sitting next to Papi Marco’s dildo collection.

Idea with inspiration from a chatbot of my own creation.

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[octuscle]

The Transformation of Alexander to Sasha

An exchange semester in Moscow was really not a good idea. Everyone told him that. But Alexander was researching Russian constructivism in art history. And he had to go to Moscow to do it. Just one semester. What could happen there? So Alexander, an art student from California, embarked on an uncertain journey. Into an unknown world that was characterized by a new, dark atmosphere. His days were mostly filled with discussions about politics, literature and human rights, far removed from a world of masculinity, muscles and testosterone.

During his stay at Moscow State University, Alexander met Yuri, a burly Russian with a penchant for nationalism and bodybuilding. Yuri's invitation to the gym was met with skepticism by Alexander, but he accepted because he thought it would be a good opportunity to get to know Russian culture outside of the classroom.

When they entered the gym, Alexander felt like a fish out of water. The air was drenched with sweat and the clanging of weights echoed off the walls. Most of the people training there were muscular, tattooed men with serious faces. And most of the people there were not only fitness enthusiasts, but also avid right-wing hooligans. Alexander took a deep breath. There was something else. There was not only the smell of sweat in the air, but also of testosterone, pure aggression and something else. Of pure, hard and honest sex!

"Come on, Alexander, let's pump some iron!" Yuri grinned and patted him on the back. Shit, Alexander was building a tent in his training pants.

Despite his initial discomfort, Alexander enjoyed the training sessions. The adrenaline rush, the feeling of camaraderie, it was all new and exciting. But it wasn't just the physical aspect that attracted him, it was the ideology. The ideology of the superiority of the Russian man. In between training sets, Alexander listened to the conversations around him and soaked up the toxic masculinity, the nationalist rhetoric and the anti-liberal sentiment. It resonated with him in a way he hadn't expected. The more time he spent with Yuri and his friends, the more he agreed with their views.

It started with small changes - a shaved head, a scrotum piercing here, a tattoo there. But soon Alexander was completely immersed in the world of the Patriots. He began to espouse their beliefs, railing against immigrants and extolling the glories of Mother Russia. The further the semester progressed, the more obvious Alexander's change became. His once slender stature grew in muscle mass, and his liberal beliefs began to fade, replaced by a newfound nationalism. He immersed himself in Russian culture, learning the language and embracing the traditions.

By the end of the semester, Alexander was unrecognizable. He had taken the name Sasha and become a Russian citizen. Instead of returning to California, he stayed in Moscow, dealing steroids on the darknet and working as a bouncer in a nightclub frequented by the same right-wing hooligans he had once felt uncomfortable around. Now he fucked them in the back room. And they fucked him.

Sasha didn't give a shit about liberal thoughts and art. Lifting iron, fucking the comrades and honor for Mother Russia. That's all he needed. That's all he wanted.

[unspeakable-imagination]

Cigar smoke and Sleepless nights | part two

Logan Howlett/Wolverine x reader

Reposts and likes are appreciated

Cw: Cigars and smoke, drinking, reader has ptsd. Logan has ptsd, canon-typical violence, references to abuse

Part one three four

it had been another two nights since the mysterious biker had arrived, and since then, the atmosphere of the whole school shifted. In the middle of the night, people of all sorts would wake up and crowd around the door to listen to the screaming man who'd allegedly been having nightmares.

Every whisper you'd hear from people headed back to their rooms were that the man, the animal's name was Logan, only a few called him 'The Wolverine.' Was this the logan that Hank had told you about? You'd spent more time exploring the mansion, especially on these night, since you knew you'd not be interrupting anybodies sleep since Logan has woken them all up.

Usually when this happened, it was between midnight and three, most if that time you were in the kitchen, making one of your meals, or in the library, looking at the notes that the teachers hadeft you so you could carefully educate yourself.

Sleeping during the day was surely a hassle, because you weren't getting the socialization you needed. Not even with the adults that were your age. It was tiring learning the same material about history that you had missed growing up. It was upsetting that the most you ever saw was Hank, a crowd of students that oggled at the man with the nightmares, or the man himself, who'd either run off on the motorcycle that you heard in passing was Scott's, or he'd eventually tey to go back to sleep.

Bumping into the students made you uneasy. They'd not really spoken, or knew who you were. After they had watched Logan wake up, they'd always have an air- a smell of anxiety around them.

Deciding, since another nightmare had happened in the recent hour, it was a good time to go outside and have a cigarette. After heading to your room, Breitling hearing footsteps, and finding a back door that took you to the outside brink interior, you flinched. About seven feet from the door stood that man.

Logan. He had a lethar jacket on and a thick, traditional smelling cigar hanging out of his mouth. He turned his head when he hear the door and quirked a brow at you. It's like he was inspecting you, and suddenly you understood why the children felt so troubled after viewing his wakings. He smelled like metal, and alot of it. It was more punget than the smoke that billowed from his lips and the liquor that wafted from his jacket.

Silently, she moved to the opposite side of the door, leaning against the wall in her own. Fishing for your cigarettes and lighter, you turned away and hunched around, as if you were protecting the flame and embers from the brisk cold air. After taking a deep drag, officially keeping the cigarettes lit, you were able to turn back around. Protection from the cold was no longer required for your little cancer stick.

You carefully eyed the man, constantly looking without turning your head. He didn't try to talk to you, and you didn't even think he was looking at you. He only leaned against the wall, smoking.

You were half way through your cig when you listened to the man goan quietly. It brought your attention to him. He had the previously lit end of the cigar pressed against his palm, the last few dying wefts of smoke spreading into nothing. He threw his head back, mildly wincing before he lifted the dead heat and looked at his palm. Not a single mark was therex you noticed. He turned, stepping towards the door, briefly glancing at you before stepping in.

Humming in some form of a lesser shock emotion, you just blinked, before turning and finishing your own cigarette.

It didn't take much longer your drags becoming more frequent as the temperature dropped, and when you finished, you headed inside, down to the basement where the gym was. You still had a few hours to work out before the sun came up.

[stripedstarsblueflags]

i feel so high school (au) pt 2. charlos

anyway here are some high school aus for my fav f1 rpf ships and an exploration of who knows how to ball, and who knows aristotle

(based on american high school setups cause of the song)

theatre kid!charles/stage crew!carlos: probably goes without saying but carlos knows how to ball, charles knows aristotle (though maybe not in the traditional sense). so here we’ll have carlos as the stereotypical jock, plays like four sports and is the team captain in all of them, lowkey giving frat boy energy and is honestly the only reason the school has won a game in the last four years. he’s probably known for being the only guy who’s both like a jacked up gym-is-life bro and also an utter gentleman, he’s always the one holding open doors and giving up his seat. and he’s usually pretty quiet/disengaged but if anyone disrespects a female teacher you know for a fact he’s death staring them into a puddle until it stops. the only fight he’s ever gotten into was with a guy who was harassing a girl at a dance and wouldn’t let her go when she tried to pull away.

charles is like the school heartbreaker, because he can never seem to make a relationship work no matter how many times he tries… and it seems like he’s a player and he’s got a different girl every week which isn’t entirely false but he also just doesn’t know how to say no to anyone which is the root of the problem. anyway so yeah i’m making charles a theatre kid, like one who can fit pretty much any role but he prefers the classics (he’s the kind of guy who knows a shakespeare quote for pretty much any situation). he usually gets cast as the love interest whether he wants the role or not but he does get a lot of stage time which he’s happy with. he’s way more comfortable on stage than when he’s actually with people, and his looks get him pretty far but in reality he’s just really awkward and kind of shy and gets flustered so easily.

carlos is on stage crew because he needed to fill the “arts/language” requirement to graduate and stage crew counted as performing arts even though it’s all behind the scenes. so he’s there almost every day, spending more and more time as the shows approach helping build sets and man the ropes and (insert lots of other cool and technical stage crew activities here). so even they know of each other this is the first time their paths really cross and they meet.

this is going to be the most cliche romance ever. charles having breathless pearl-clutching moments of gay panic when carlos gets paint all over his shirt and stops to take it off, or lifts giant sandbags or ladders or planks around like they don’t weigh anything. except ofc charles is way too shy to say anything or make any kind of initiative move so he just finds excuses to stay longer after rehearsals, maybe he starts helping paint the sets/designs cause he’s not bad at visual arts (emphasis on alternate in this alternative universe). bonus if he makes friends with one of the stage crew girls and all of the sudden he’s got a new handler (“look around twink! everything in this office is either dead or dying even the therapy dog killed itself”) who is constantly rolling her eyes at BOTH of their inability to take a hint

this would be the kind of hc that involves dressing rooms and unexpected moments behind curtains etc.

[fitnessnirvana]

GYM EXERCISES TO IMPROVE YOUR POSTURE

As you may have noticed from some of the depressing news reports and articles going around the internet, a lot of individuals these days have fairly bad posture. Stooped shoulders, forward heads, back ache, and all that. The reasons for this are not difficult to figure out. Many people spend a lot of time sitting, and as a result, certain muscular imbalances—often associated with a weak posterior chain—occur naturally. Without further ado, here are a few simple gym exercises you can do to start improving your posture today (or whenever you next visit the gym).

Deadlifts:

Standard deadlifts are likely the best exercise for exercising the posterior chain muscles, which comprise the hamstrings, glutes, spinal erectors, and trapezius muscles, among others. When these muscles are weak, a variety of posture problems develop. Spinal lordosis, for example, is characterized by an excessively arched back and is associated with muscular imbalances in the posterior chain.

To perform standard deadlifts:

Load and place the bar on the ground. Then, place your feet about shoulder-width apart, with the bar resting on your midfoot. Drop down by hinging your hips backwards, grip the bar with your hands shoulder width apart, squeeze it hard, and lift it by pressing up through your heels. Throughout the action, keep your core engaged and your back flat, rather than hyperextended or bent.

Kettlebell Swings:

The kettlebell swing is a traditional explosive workout that works the same muscles in the posterior chain as the deadlift.

To perform a kettlebell swing:

Grab a kettlebell in both hands. Keeping your legs fairly straight, "explode" the weight in front of you with a fast hip movement, finishing with a firm core like a plank. Then, with your legs mostly straight and your back flat, let the weight swing down between your legs before repeating for the next rep. When done correctly, a kettlebell swing is essentially direct training for "standing up straight".

Kettlebell swings are a high-intensity exercise that will significantly improve your cardiovascular conditioning. If you're prone to joint soreness when completing big deadlifts, try slightly smaller weights and higher reps.

Seated Cable Rows:

Not all postural disorders are caused by problems with the lower back muscles. Some conditions, such as rounded shoulders, are caused by muscle imbalances in the upper back. Seated cable rows on a rowing machine are an excellent approach to strengthen some of the important muscles while also increasing blood flow to the joints due to the high repetition nature of the activity.

To perform the exercise:

Position yourself on the rowing machine's seat and hold the handle attached to the cable. Push back with your legs while leaning back and "rowing" the cable to your mid-torso simultaneously.

[kookie-doughs]

Your Voice

Oikawa Tooru X Reader

-In a world where only a few people has a soulmate, and they are burdened with a disability until they meet their other half.

Chapter 18: The Taste Of Love

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Oikawa once again had his entire, table, lockers and bag full of sweets. He absolutely dreads this day.

People would say it'd be his favourite day as a chance to reap all his narcissism, but its really not. Having the fact he's still alone and will probably be for i dont know perhaps forever with food he can never enjoy thrown at him.

He hated sweets, he doesnt understand why people kept giving him. Years and years of him declining and saying no. No one listened.

So he did what he's always been doing to the sweets he's always gotten.

having them all in his bag. He went to the gym, it was after school and they had another practice.

"Yahoo~" He sang.

"You took forever."

"You got more than you did last year huh." Hanamaki smirked.

Oikawa groaned and tossed one large bag full of cookies and chocolates. It had been a tradition for the boys to gather valentines gifts and make it into a potluck so everyone in the team would get some. It was always Oikawa bringing them but hey, he doesn't like it anyway.

The man looked around. "Is Y/N at the locker room?"

"No she's at Shiratorizawa. She's giving their sweets." Iwaizumi said.

"SPEAKING OF!!!" Matsukawa cut off. "She got me something too, it was sweet of her. I didnt know she can bake!"

Oikawa blinked. He may not be a fan of sweets but he takes note of who gives them. Not one of them had your name. But you gave Matsukawa one?

"Oh, yeah I got one too!" Hanamaki bragged.

Even Hanamaki? Was it because he told you he doesn't like sweets? Was that why you didnt give him one?

"She made one for everyone." Yahaba interjected.

Oikawa's heart broke. Everyone but him. He wanted to have a bite. Even not being able to taste it, eating something you made... the thought of it makes him excited.

"Get the potluck ready already. Im going to get something."

Oikawa went to the locker and placed his stuff. He sat there too for a while.

He was thinking of you. He appreciates the fact you remembered he doesn't like sweet but it hurt that he was left out.

He took a breathy breath. It hurt him. Not wanting the others to check up on him, he left the locker room so he doesnt over stay.

Upon exiting, the boys had already put all the chocolate and cookies in a big bowl. Some were already eating.

Matsukawa saw Oikawa's expression. He handed him a chocolate.

"Maybe it'll lift your spirits."

"He hates those." Iwaizumi reminded him.

"Right..."

Oikawa put it in his mout anyway. The flavor of nothing made him slump more.

"Surprise attack!" Hanamaki then shoved a cookie to Oikawa's mouth.

The boy was about to spit it out when his stomach dropped.

"No." His eyes widened. Tears were forming.

This wasn't what he wanted.

It was chewy. It was his first encounter with flavor so he doesn't understand how to explain jt. It bittersweet chocolate chips. Chunks of chocolate were around, chocolate spreads to his tongue in each bite. It also had walnuts. They added crunch and a nice nutty flavor and a hint of bitterness that’s different from the bittersweet taste of the chocolate.

He had no words. It tasted amazing. It tasted beautiful. No words could come to his mind.

He pushed the guys away and looked around at the potluck

"OI SHITTYKAWA WHAT THE-" Iwaizumi was about to kill him.

"Fuck!" He sobbed.

He looked for any signs of nuts on cookies. But there were too many. He moved the cookies around looking for something. He'd bite from every cookie with a nut he found.

"Oikawa!" Hanamaki shouted.

He didn't stop searching. That was his only link to his true love. He couldn't lose it like this.

The boys were getting worried.

"Oi, oi, oi," Iwaizumi pulled him away. But Oikawa was struggling against him.

He needed it.

Matsukawa helped Iwaizumi.

"Oi, Oikawa what's wrong?!" The entire team was surrounding him.

"Fuck!" He sobbed throwing away the cookie he was holding.

He curled up and sobbed to his knees.

"Oikawa I'm sorry for feeding you... come one it was a joke..." Hanamaki was feeling so shit.

But they didn't know.

"I lied." His voice broke.

"What do you mean...?" Iwaizumi asked hand behind his friends back.

"I just lost it..." His sobbing was coming back to him. "I'm never going to find them..."

"Find who?" The guys asked.

"Oikawa-san..." Yahaba gasped.

"You lied about it? How?" Kyotani looked at him shocked.

"Lied about what?" Kindachi asked the couple.

"Oikawa-san has a soulmate..." Yahaba answered.

Everyone looked at his sobbing form.

"I'm assuming he also lost his taste... Until Hanamaki fed him something his partner made."

Oikawa tighten his hold on his knees.

"No way..."

"Your whole life you lied about it???"

"No fucking way..."

He couldn't careless about what they said. All he could think about was the love he had just lost thanks to his stupidity. Why hadn't he thought of tasting them before this potluck?

They were all looking at him in pity.

"He lost his only link to the love of his life." The couple said.

The flavour of the cookies still linger at his mouth. His heart tightens every time he thought about it.

He will never find his true love. The taste lingering, is the taste of his true love. The true love he lost forever.

And he won't ever find her.

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Misc. Headcanons! (always accepting, tbh) // @vryolakas

🤸‍♀️ - How active is your muse? Do they exercise regularly? Do they do things like yoga? What else do they do to keep fit and active? Are they flexible? Can they do parkour?

Active is the name of the game.  The power, speed, balance, and flexibility (he is rather flexible; not gymnast bendy, but still respectably so. Citing the kicks at Anton as proof ) he has didn't just pop up out of the blue - he has worked his ass off for it all, and he continues to do so.  It helps with his work, after all.  Jordi isn't what most would consider a gym rat by any means.  Most of the workouts he does are outside a gym setting; jogging along the city streets at night, lifting in his apartment - he doesn't have a big, fancy set up or anything, but he's got what he needs to get the job done - body weight stuff, that sort of thing.  He does have a particular niche, though.  As mentioned in a few posts about his fighting style, he's very obviously a martial artist, and a damn good one.  That's yet another thing that doesn't just happen.  It takes continuous work and practice, which he continues diligently.   Yoga is a big, No.  It's fun to watch other people do it, but it is not and has not been his thing at any point.  As for parkour, could he do it?  Yeah, he probably could.  He's mindful of his body movements, knows how to fall, is able to take a hit if necessary.  Jordi could absolutely do parkour.  Does he, though?  No, not really, at least not in the traditional sense.  You generally won't find him jumping between buildings, or pulling off that flashy shit, but hurdling smaller obstacles in his path like they're nothing?  Scaling a wall or jumping off a higher point to the ground, to catch up with someone he's after?  The practical parts, he absolutely does, though he'll question whether they really count as 'parkour'.

💘 - What is your muse like when they're in love? What does your muse find attractive in someone else? What are their love languages? How do they show affection? Do they show any distinct signs that they're in love?

Oh, gross.  The L word.

It's a complicated thing, because as a general rule, he doesn't do that kind of thing.  Jordi does not allow anyone close enough to risk those icky feelings popping up, viewing people as part of the business and nothing more.  That said, he's still human and feelings happen.  It's not pleasant, but they do, and when they do, his first instinct is to get the hell away from them.  He'll put some distance between himself and the object of his unwilling affections for a while in hopes that, whatever that warm and fuzzy feeling was fucked off and he could go back to normal.  This could mean anything from sparingly answering their calls to adding a few days to his travel time when he's running around for work.  How effective his methods are really depends.  If it's just an inkling of weird affection for someone, then keeping away from them might help it fizzle out, but if he's in deep?  If he ignored that inkling and now he's caught in a full-blown wave?  The distance isn't going to last long.  He'll try, but it won't.  

But okay, let's say, someone has managed to fully win him over, or maybe they've got him pining after them.  They've got the drive, power, and ambition that he admires and loves. They take his teasing and eccentricities and give it all right back to him, and now he's wrapped around their little finger.  What to expect.

Gifts are a thing.  He's got money and resources to get pretty much anything he wants, and that extends to a partner/LI, as well.  Friends, too, of course, but to a lesser extent.  If his LI mentions something in passing that they need, or something they really love and want, guess what?  He's going to get it for them, one way or another.  He's taking them out for a nice dinner and they don't have fancy clothes to suit the place they're going?  Fine, no problem, let's go get you something - hell, let's get you a few things, why not, variety's the spice of life.  His LI says no to a date idea because they can't afford whatever he's suggesting they do?  It's a fucking date, I'm paying for you.  Things like that are his first go-to, and they're probably the first indication that he's really into someone, too.  Usually, he'd view those kinds of things as favors to be repaid.  With someone he's interested in?  They come with no expectation.

Physical affection is...tolerated in the right circumstances, where he's usually iffy about it unless he's the one initiating. In private, it's no holds barred. Someone wants to lay on him? Hold his hand? Whisper sweet nothings while they're all cuddled up on the couch? Go for it. He'll give them shit for being sappy and gross, but guess what - he's not going to push them away. The second the two of them go into public, though, the tune changes. Nothing wrong with being seen together, of course. He knows lots of people, he could be hanging around with anybody. The problem arises when it becomes obvious they're together together. He'll be much more reserved about showing any sort of affection. If the wrong people happen to see it, suddenly they've got leverage against him...and the fact that he cares enough about his LI for them to be leverage is a declaration all on its own.

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[Images: woman working a plow struggles to move a rock out of the way; a rock that can’t be more than ~20 pounds.]

Rant about women in writing. . . .

*Heavy sigh*

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I’m so fucking tired of this.

Where is her strength?

Where. Is. Her. Strength.

I don’t care HOW minuscule and absolutely microscopic your dick-ego is (even if you happen to be afab), a farmer, a warrior and peasant would have a shit tonne more strength than this. You Hollywood, writer dingbats are too used to and spoiled by city people and high class women who don’t have to do such things. Farming women need—not “can,” need—to do just as much as the men (y’all talk like testosterone is some super power, but we all watch the Olympics and women in strongwomen programs can out lift any dudebro easy-peasy with more reps with the same working-workout routine).

Don’t you dare be mysogynistic and transphobic in the same breath saying “oh, well, you’re talking about male-to-females.” No. No, I am not and it’s both distressing and disturbing you’d shit on your foremothers and women in general like that. Not to mention history revisionist to think women are just so weak and fragile and can-barely-haul-a-water-bucket or pick-up-the-baby. If you think women everywhere all the time could have the luxury of not having to do things (let’s not even go into every single woman not wanting to), you’re stupid. You’re so fucking stupid, you let TV inform you and you sit there without question.

In this movie, Rebel Moon (I’m not finished w part 1 but I’m livid), she’s a warrior. Do you know how extra delusional and insulting that makes it for her to not be able to lift a ~20 lb rock? UNBELIEVABLY.

Back to speaking in general, I’m afab and I’m also very disabled. I didn’t do my “work out” for about three months. I’ve only been back at it for about three days but not consecutively because I went and made myself sore and the holiday stuff has made it so I can’t have the energy for that AND the event/family things, and I bought TWO fifty pound bags of cat litter the other day for my children which I had to pull off of the top shelf to put in the cart, pull out of the cart and put into my car, and finally take inside. Before anyone spouts nonesense: I don’t “work out” in the traditional sense, I have a few exercises I do in the comfort and non-overstimulating/triggering or anxiety-inducing environment of my home. It’s not a lot. It’s a pathetic “regimen” compared to all that my PT people wanted me to do, especially to anyone who knows their way around fitness/athleticism. And I’d have pulled that little fucker out no problem.

Sure, it’s her last few rows, but I have no idea how big her section is. The place is arid and dry and it’s sunset so I’m to assume she’s sweating that much just from the area they’re in and she’s been out in the sun. Even if it’s because she’s tired from moving stones all day (okay, one, how is there that many stones so close to the surface when this place has been worked for, it looks like, generations. Two, the horse-thing is pulling the hoe for her, so don’t even), stop, a few deep breaths, grab and pull in one exhale, there you go. I’m disabled and I could do that, even if the world was spinning for me at the time and I could feel my heart perform some tricks.

She’s a WARRIOR and FARMER (see: supremely able bodied), she is stronger than this! Shame on the writers or directors or whoever the fuck is responsible for this “I’m a warrior and farmer but ohhh, a rock foils me!” Fuck you. I pity your mother.

Take note, writers, women can and are strong. We compete closely with men in athletics, if you need that, and in case you’ve never in your life seen a cow much less spoken to an honest-to-hay farmer, they would make the gym bros weep so, so sweetly it would water the entire field, and amuse her enough to pity his pathetic ego and offer him shade and water.

Also, her arms should be significantly larger as well. No, afab muscles don’t get fat and *sculpted* like amab, but it still shows, there’s still “puffiness” from the tissue. And I know actors can train for their roles, so when the fuck will we get ACCURATE representation of literally ANY female bodies? Hm? Oh, wait, everyone’s too mysoginistic and need to perpetuate the falsities that women are weak 🥺🥺 to make their dicks look bigger.

Sorry, but she looks like no warrior nor farmer to me, they have more muscle development. And our sports are also behind. If that gets your speedo in a twist, it sounds like you need to confront your internalised mysogony.

(These women would/are only so weak if something big happens i.e. accident/injury/sickness.)

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get to know the muse

elijah stewart !!

three things they love: elijah is a huge gym rat; other than lifting at the gym, he does do a lot of running, hiking, or even lifting in his garage with the little make-shift gym he made for himself. he loves stacy: that's his best friend since they were little and considers his brother, he'd do anything for stacy. lastly, he loves to spend time with himself; he's so used to being alone and being independent that he's found comfort in being by himself and anxiety being around too many people. three things they hate: elijah fucking HATES small talk. he also can't stand first dates; it's hard for him to even agree on going on one in the first place and if it's not a perfect date or he doesn't feel any sort of long-term chemistry with the other person, he will not go on a second... hence his romantic life is pretty dry. he also can't stand being in the house for too long. he needs to get out even if it's just for a beer or for a run; he gets stir-crazy. three things they need: his dog !! remy always seems to be by elijah's side if he can help it. some kind of routine that involves physical activity and beer. oh, he needs his beer. i would be surprised that this guy doesn't have a beer gut if it wasn't for all the working out he does. three things they want: to achieve justice for stacy's late daughter, for the chance to find his true soulmate and start a family of his own, to have peace in his life. three things that scare them: there's not much that scares elijah but losing stacy, losing his job, or even losing himself are things he's afraid of. three things that thrill them: oof, finding someone that matches his sexual energy and can bring something new to the bedroom. it's not often he sleeps with someone; albeit every once in awhile he'll meet someone at a bar or get set up on a blind date that eventually makes its way back to his place but most of the time, it's plain, vanilla sex and he wants something he's never experienced (except he doesn't realize it's love but that's neither here nor there). he also loves finding new bars or a new drink he hasn't tried before. he also gets very excited when a new action movie comes out (what a dude). three favorite foods: classic bar food !! wings, onion rings, sloppy greasy burgers, chili cheese fries !! besides the bar food; he also loves a good brownie or scrambled eggs with bacon and hash browns (he's a big breakfast guy). three favorite smells: definitely food (he's such a sucker for big, hearty meals. i mean, the man works out and is a big man, his caloric intake is MASSIVE so he always be big hungry), coffee smell mm, and remy (his dog). remy brings him a lot of comfort and he lets remy sit and lay anywhere he likes, even his clothes, so his smell is a constant. three favorite holidays: july 4th definitely because of the bbqs and the beer and the summer time. him and stacy spend every july 4th together and have a tradition of setting off fireworks that aren't exactly legal, oop. he also loves april fool's day (he's a big prankster) and also loves mother's day... he's a big mama's boy to both his mamas. three favorite people: stacy, both his moms, and remy (does his pupper count?)

tagged by: @thatslayer thank you !! three others tagged: @fortunefavours (either jasper or ivy!!), @bridgheir , @sacredslaycd , @dhampirslays , @murkyhazed (pippin or mateo!!), @ruinedtendencies (delilah!!), @seesgood , @odaette , @holyxsins (corrie!!)

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The Right Way to Do Leg Extensions for Strong and Meaty Quads

Last month, I talked about how I’ve reincorporated weight machines into my strength-training workouts to good effect. This year, we’ll be doing some articles on how to use various weight machines properly. One of the benefits of using machines is that they have a much easier learning curve than lifting barbells. But there are a few things you should know about using each in order to avoid pain and injury and use them most effectively for building size and strength. First up in these tutorials is the leg extension machine, which targets your quadriceps and your quadriceps alone.  There is some folklore out there that the leg machine can cause injuries and puts too much stress on the knees. But this isn’t borne out by research, which has found that leg extensions are safe, including for ACL rehabilitation.  There’s also a myth that leg extensions aren’t functional. But quad strength translates to everything from walking to running, and particularly to explosive movements like jumping and cutting. Also, because people often use compensating muscles when doing other leg exercises (especially if they’re dealing with injuries), leg extensions, by isolating the quads, can help correct strength imbalances created by these compensating strategies. This is useful in preventing new injuries, as well as re-injuries, particularly a second ACL tear.  Not only are leg extensions a safe strength-building exercise, they also help give you defined and meaty legs, so you can confidently wear your shorty shorts around town. And, since you’re only moving a single joint, they perform this function without requiring the kind of recovery you need after doing the squat or leg press.  But since leg extensions, like all exercises, are only safe to do if you do them right, let’s get into how to perform them properly. Setting Up the Machine My home gym, plate-loaded leg machine doesn’t have as many adjustment options as one you’ll find in a commercial gym, so I couldn’t dial in my position as much as you might be able to, but this a generally good set-up position. The leg extension itself is a simple movement. The big thing you have to pay attention to is setting up the machine before you start doing them. There are several adjustments to make to the machine before you begin this exercise to ensure ergonomic comfort, maximization of strength-producing, hypertrophy-creating force, and the prevention of undue pain and strain on your joints:  Weight stack/plates. There are different schools of thought on what weight you should use for leg extensions. One is that you should go with lower weight because you’re only using a single joint to move the weight, and you’re not able to exert that much force without form breaking down. To get the hypertrophic stimulus with lower weight, you’ll need to do high reps in the 15-20 range. If you’re going to go the high rep route with leg extensions, perform them at the end of your workout, so you don’t fatigue yourself for the main leg exercise like the squat. The other school of thought is that as long as you can perform the reps with good form and without pain, you can stick to the traditional 8-12 rep range prescribed for hypertrophy and go heavier. Experiment and find what works for you. Seat back distance. The seat back can be adjusted forwards or backwards. Positioning it correctly will minimize undue strain on your knees and allow you to produce maximum force. You want to move the seat back so that when you sit down, your knees are not too far in front of the edge of the seat’s base, nor too far back. Your knees should align with the leg bar’s pivot point. The creases at the backs of the knees should sit against the edge of the butt pad.  Leg pad height. The pad that will sit on top of your lower legs can sometimes be adjusted up or down. The pad should rest where the ankle flexes. Not up on your shins or down towards your toes. Leg bar range of motion. The leg bar can be adjusted so that it sits more or less under the seat’s base. The further back it… http://dlvr.it/T4ywTj

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Should You Wear a Lifting Belt When Strength Training?

 If you regularly hit up the weight room, you may have noticed some folks with lifting belts strapped around their waists as they deadlift, squat, or do other big moves. The belts can look like a wider version of a traditional belt—leather with buckle closure—or come with a wide Velcro closure instead. But do they have a purpose—besides making you look like a hard-core Olympic lifter?

And, maybe more importantly, should you be wearing one too?

Lifting belts do serve a purpose. But they’re best used only in certain circumstances: when you’re lifting heavy weight, and your goal is to lift even heavier weight.

Below, we dig into everything you need to know about lifting belts, including what they are, how they work, and when you may want to consider strapping one on.

What does a lifting belt do?

Basically, a weight belt—which wraps and fastens around your abdomen just like a traditional belt—helps you lift safely by providing core-bracing support that protects your spine.

Your core muscles help protect your spine while strength training and a weight lifting belt helps provide extra support to them. Your core muscles fire during compound exercises like the deadlift, squat, or overhead press to help support your spine and keep you from falling forward or backward (bending or flexing) under heavy loads. Remember, your core actually includes your diaphragm on the front of your body, obliques on your sides, and muscles (called the spinal erectors) on your back, as well as your transverse abdominis—your innermost, deep core muscles, which are often referred to as your body’s internal weight lifting belt. All of these muscles engage to help support your spine and complete a movement.

Engaging your core, or core bracing, involves breath too. When powerlifters lift heavy loads, they take a breath into their abdomen, engage their core muscles, and hold the breath throughout the rep, exhaling at the top of the move. This creates intra-abdominal pressure so their entire trunk stays stiff when hefting heavyweight, exercise physiologist Tom Holland, MS, CSCS, author of The Micro-Workout Plan, tells SELF. (This technique is called the Valsalva maneuver, and there’s been much internet and scientific debate over its safety. In short, it’s a breathing method that’s not intended for beginners and should not be practiced without working alongside a pro first. Read More

Do lifting belts work?

While the mechanism above is sound, the actual research on weight-lifting belts—especially in a strength training setting—is a little more hazy.

“The research into the efficacy of weight belts is mixed and surprisingly limited,” says Holland. He says we need more (current!) research on belts for performance and injury prevention, as well as more research on belts for people in gym settings rather than occupational environments. (Lots of the existing research on belts focuses on people who lift heavy weights for work, like delivery employees or stock unloaders.) Related Post

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Back Pain Treatment in Pimpri Chinchwad | Lower Back Pain Treatment in Pune - Dr. Ganesh Mundhe

Back Pain Treatment In Pimpri Chinchwad

What Is Back Pain?

Back pain can result from many specific injuries, conditions or diseases — most frequently, an injury to muscles or tendons in the back. Pain can range from slight to severe. In a few cases, pain could make it difficult or not possible to walk, sleep, paintings or do regular sports. Usually, lower back pain gets better with rest, pain relievers and physical therapy (PT). Cortisone injections and hands-on treatments (like osteopathic or chiropractic manipulation) can relieve ache and assist the healing process. Some back injuries and conditions require surgical repair.

What Are The Symptoms Of Lower Back Pain?

Stiffness: It may be tough to move or straighten your back. Getting up from a seated position may take a while, and you might feel like you need to walk or stretch to loosen up. You may notice decreased range of motion.

Posture Problems: Many people with back pain find it hard to stand up straight. You may stand “crooked” or bent, with your torso off to the side rather than aligned with your spine. Your lower back may look flat instead of curved.

Muscle Spasms: After a strain, muscles in the lower back can spasm or contract uncontrollably. Muscle spasms can cause extreme pain and make it difficult or impossible to stand, walk or move.

What Causes Back Pain?

Back pain must now no longer necessarily be `painful`. Any sort of tingling sensation or numbness in the back area also are labelled as lower back pain in the world of medicine. In any case, when you have a back ache which you can`t appear to shake off, you should see a back pain specialist for Back Pain Treatment. Well, there are a few way of life choices and practices that make you liable to growing back pain:

Extreme bodily labour

Improper weight-lifting

Being overweight

Unsupervised & untrained gym practices

Advanced age

Poor posture , Sitting in a table frequently for extended hours

Sleeping on a bed that doesn’t support the spine

When Is Surgery Required?

When conservative treatment for low back pain doesn’t give relief or neurologic symptoms are worsening or severe, surgery may be needed. Candidates for surgery present any of the following:

Back and leg pain limits normal activity or impairs quality of life

Progressive neurologic deficits develop, similar as leg weakness, numbness or both

Loss of normal bowel and bladder functions

Difficulty standing or walking

medicine and physical therapy are ineffective

Dr. Ganesh Mundhe is a supporter of traditional treatment till surgical procedure is the best option left. However, that doesn’t mean that he is any less professional at performing complicated and advanced surgical procedures. If your back ache is such which you are not able to move around, then you can have reached the very last stages of hip arthritis and you can require hip replacement surgical treatment. But the good news is that the success rate of those surgical procedures could be very high and patients can live a full & contented lifestyle after their initial recovery. Dr. Ganesh takes pride in the wonderful feedback he has acquired from his patients when they have recovered from the surgery successfully. If you do require surgery feel free to consult him and find the accurate Back Pain Treatment in Pimpri Chinchwad.

Diagnosis

Diagnosis is made by an Orthopedic doctor based on history, symptoms, bodily exam, and outcomes of diagnostic research. Some patients can be treated conservatively; if conservative treatment is ineffective, the doctor may also order imaging research of the decreased lower back and different tests, which may also include:

Computed Tomography Scan (CT or CAT scan)

Discography

Electromyography (EMG)

Nerve Conduction Studies (NCS)

Magnetic Resonance Imaging (MRI)

Myelogram

Selective Nerve Root Block

X-rays

Dr. Ganesh Mundhe is a leading pain medicine expert. He helps patients with back pain conditions. For him every pain is an unsolved mystery that doesn’t let him rest. Dr. Ganesh Mundhe and his team offers evidence based, non-surgical treatments using multi-disciplinary approach to maximise your gain. An extensive experience and updated knowledge of the advancements in the field of back pain treatment in pimpri chinchwad, make him one of the Spine Specialist in Pimpri Chinchwad.

 He is a much- appreciated spine and pain specialist who is adept at performing minimally invasive spine surgeries. His mantra is to give genuine and ethical advice to all his patients. Feel free to consult for the Lower Back Pain Treatment in Pune.

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on fat…And when you have excess fat…It releases a chemical called aromatase that turns testosterone into estrogen.What’s even worse is this estrogen then causes you to store EVEN MORE body fat— especially around the belly, love handles, and chest.It’s a vicious cycle guys our age can avoid when we decide to do things different…Metabolic Strength Training is a breakthrough solution for guys our age that keeps cortisol and estrogen away…… and eliminates stubborn fat.Plus it boosts your testosterone.Since testosterone is your body’s primary muscle-building and fat-burning hormone…… the higher it is, the better you’ll look.It’s also the #1 hormone you need to make your libido come alive and feel like the energizer bunny— so yea, it’s important.And I’ve created an entire system just for you using a powerful technique called Metabolic Strength Training to maximize your master male hormone while building muscle and burning fat from home.If you’re trying to burn fat, you should NEVER do normal workouts like running on a treadmill…Repeating the same movements over and over grinds your bones, joints and tendons raw…… causing painful inflammation that hurts just to walk or even while you’re sitting.This type of exercise eats away at your muscle mass too…That’s why if you ever watch the Olympics, you’ll notice marathon runners have little muscle…And those guys are in their 20s!So imagine how much worse this kind of exercise is for you.Exercise that puts little strain on your joints and tendons is ideal…You’ll keep your body from painful inflammation while improving blood flow, gaining more energy and getting rid of the belly...So what’s the solution?Short, Functional Cardio and Abs routines…Do this two days per week you’ll not only improve your heart health…But ramp-up your metabolism and melt belly flab…Plus, it’s gentle yet effective for guys who already have some aches and pains but want to get back to an active lifestyle.If you want to live a long and energetic life, health is vital…I know I sound like Captain Obvious, but here’s the deal…Traditional exercise doesn’t keep you healthy… It actually makes you sick.After 40 years old, too much exercise creates unnecessary wear and tear on your ligaments, tendons and joints and messes up your hormones and jacks with your cardiovascular system…Stealing your quality of life.That’s why you’ll never see me working out for more than 45 minutes at a time. It’s not necessary…Plus, for guys our age, recovery is key.You don’t want to wake up dog-tired and unable to move after killing yourself in the gym, right?Like I mentioned at the beginning of this letter…Wise men stop exercising like you’re some teen or twenty-something…Pulverizing your body. Shrinking your immune system. Draining your male hormones…Man, it’s like shooting yourself in the foot.There’s a better way…That’ll help you recover fast, move great well into your 60s and 70s…And not have to be a crippled old man depending on others because you busted up your body all these years…The combination of functional cardio and abs days plus metabolic strength training do just enough to get your body burning fat and building muscle quickly…WITHOUT pushing your body over the edge and struggling to recover.So instead of feeling exhausted after you exercise, you’ll feel clear-headed and energized.Plus, these natural chemicals boost blood flow all over your body… for a Viagra-like effect.… and keep your body fresh, testosterone levels high…And even make you look and feel a decade or two younger.It’s crazy that people spend tens of thousands of dollars on Big Pharma injections and procedures in an attempt to reverse aging when the truth is…You already have everything you need inside of you right now…It’s just a matter of following the right movements and recovery to tap into your natural anabolic advantage… and I’ll show you in a minute.It doesn’t matter if you’ve been out of shape for the last 20-30 years… or if you’ve never worked out a day in your

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In this 4-week training block, you’ll experience a fresh surge of muscle growth and strength that makes you feel like a jock again.Plus, in Phase II, your testosterone levels will take flight. You’ll feel your libido kick in and she’ll love your extra mojo between the sheets. Your muscles will look pumped all day long and that layer of fat over your belly will begin to disappear.Congratulations! You made it through the first two phases of this program— you have impressive new muscle, functional strength, and your testosterone is pumping at an exciting rate. Now it’s time to gently kick it up a notch using my “double stimulus” muscle-building and fat-burning technique.In Phase III, you’ll see lines in your abs and gain more lean muscle to show off. Plus, you’ll sleep better, enjoy all-day energy and bulletproof your confidence.The end result— you’ll feel like a whole new man: with a powerful, lean and high-performing physique… and the best years of your life still ahead of you.The 3-Phase Fit After 50 instructional manual that shows you how to get lean and ripped… This simple guide takes all the guesswork out of melting fat and revealing a head-turning new physique.The #1 exercise method (scientifically proven by researchers at Ball State University) to skyrocket testosterone, reverse aging and get hard from head to toe… and will reverse years of aging in the bedroom where your partner will enjoy your teenage libido again.Rewind aging in your cells so you look and feel younger from the inside-out! This group of exercises makes your cell’s mitochondria create almost 70% more energy… keeping you young, fresh and on the move at any age...Replace belly fat with rock hard muscle… (each cycle makes even the most stubborn flab melt off your body… and faster than you could ever achieve without it!)How to upgrade your balance, improve your posture and tighten your core in 1-week… These simple movements protect your joints, tendons and bones and reprogram your body to move smoothly and like a high-powered unit.The #1 mistake most guys make when doing a pushup that keeps their chest weak and small… (you can do everything else right but if you get this one thing wrong you’ll fail to unlock every muscle fiber in your chest.)Print & Go training logs that make it easy to keep up with your progress throughout the entire program… (a study from West Virginia University found this tracking method will take your results to the next level.)How to get a lean, defined and strong body without setting foot outside your living room! (This is the most user-friendly program you can get your hands on… and fits easily into even the busiest schedule.)The pain-free exercise solution you’ve been waiting for! No heavy weights that crush your back and spine. No long cardio that makes your knees and ankles ache. Just gentle, low-impact movements that transform your body and life.Want to lose fat every minute up to 72 hours after you train? This one technique will turn your body into a nonstop fat burning machine…How to “age-proof” your body so you don’t suffer from muscle loss or “old man gut”. (Just activate your testosterone and human growth hormone with these specific exercises and you’ll undo decades of aging and fat gain.)The quickest way to a lean midsection and powerful upper body that makes it impossible for her to keep her hands off of you…BETTER THAN BACK SQUATS! Try this exercise that’s more effective for boosting testosterone than back squats… but doesn’t leave you riddled with back pain afterwards…The single most important rule you need to remember when training over 50… Get this right and you’ll NEVER have to worry about injuries again…How to activate your mind-muscle connection for faster and better muscle growth… without any extra work than it takes to read this page!Struggling with “man boobs”? Inside you’ll discover joint-friendly chest exercises that eliminate a puffy chest so you can finally look and feel great when enjoying a sunny beach vacation…The

“master key” to unlocking more testosterone (do this each night and you’ll get leaner and healthier with ease), the exact muscle-building moves that’ll unleash a steady flow of anabolic hormones all day long, how to stretch THE RIGHT way, why programs like CrossFit and P90X are not for guys over 40, and so much more!Over the next 12-weeks of Fit After 50, you’re going to take your body and performance to the next level…And with the help of this 12-week nutrition plan alongside it, you’ll achieve a body you likely NEVER dreamed possible at your age.This helpful guide takes all the guesswork out of the kitchen… and helps you melt fat, recharge your energy levels, skyrocket your testosterone and so much more.Plus, when you eat the scientifically proven “feature foods” clearly listed inside, you’ll unlock complete health…And fight serious disease that most guys face as they get older, like diabetes, heart disease, and Alzheimer’s.Just make this nutrition plan your new go-to and you’ll look and feel like “you 2.0” beginning the very first week.Most people in the world are visual learners… which means it’s not enough just to tell you how to do an exercise…But if you’re going to really get a grip on how to perform each move to perfection, you need to see it done.That’s why I’ve created the Fit After 50 Exercise Illustrations & Execution Guide…So you can get a step-by-step visual for how to get the most out of each exercise and burn fat and build muscle quickly and safely.Plus, I’ve taken special care to make sure this is a high-quality resource.It’s clear, colorful, and so paint by numbers simple you won’t scratch your head once flipping through it.Print it out. Keep it with you while you train. It’s a great resource that you get free on this page.This simple at-home guide can help you figure out the health of your T levels from home.Think of it like a “progress chart” for your master male hormone. Just like you will be able to record the progress you’re making with your Fit After 50 workouts from week to week…This guide will help you keep tabs on your t-levels as they go up and up!With the “Know My T-Levels” free bonus you’ll be able to monitor your progress so you know what routines and foods are helping you truly maximize your male hormones so you can continue climbing “T” Mountain.Listen man— your best years don’t have to be behind you…When you make Fit After 50 yours today, you can give your body and health a full upgrade that lasts for decades… and undo years of flabby body fat, muscle loss, aches and pains and “testosterone shrinkage.”Think of how great you’ll feel to be an inspiration to your kids… They’ll be so proud when you take charge of your health and don’t settle for second-best anymore.And think of how it’ll feel to be like “super-grandpa” to your grandkids. And the feeling you’ll get when they ask you to “flex your muscles”... and they go nuts when you do.How great will it feel when your wife tells you how HOT it is to see the changes you’ve made…Or if you’re single, to get heavy attention from women (even women half your age) because you’re the muscular, mature man they’re looking for.This isn’t some distant dream that doesn’t have a chance of coming true… It’s all at your fingertips right now.When you follow this program down to the letter… or even just 90%... you’ll get an amazing, total body transformation in the shortest time possible.Anyone can do this. I’ve made Fit After 50 that simple…Just promise me that you’ll stop making excuses that you’re too tired, or too old, or too busy to get the body you desire and deserve.And listen, I’ll be with you every step of the way when you say YES to Fit After 50 right now. Whatever you need, I’ve got you covered. Whether it’s a question, you need some motivation, or you just want someone to celebrate your progress with you…Just reach out to me and let me know. Think of me like your “corner man.”I’ll do whatever it takes to help you win the fight against aging and become the champion of your life.

You can have all this and more when you purchase Fit After 50 today.And I’m going to give you an amazing deal on the program, too. But first…The reason I’m pushing Fit After 50 exclusively is because other workout programs don’t care about your age…They’re either too intense for a guys our age… and will make your body self-destruct…Or they’re too soft and treat you like a geriatric patient…But I’ve taken special care to make sure Fit After 50 hits the sweet spot where you get the best, fastest and safest results.And I’m so confident this is the right program for you that I want to make your decision a complete “no brainer” for you today.That’s why when you purchase Fit After 50 today, I’ll back you up with my 365-Day 100% Money Back Guarantee.I’m not happy unless you’re happy. I mean that…And to prove it to you, I’ll back you with my 365-Day 100% Money Back Guarantee when you purchase Fit After 50 today.I want you to know what it feels like to hit the rewind button on your body, energy and libido…And have more drive and excitement for life than you did 10, 20, 30+ years ago… because you deserve it.That’s why I’m pulling out all the stops…And taking all the risk off your shoulders and putting it on mine.I’ve made everything so paint by numbers simple that most guys begin to notice improvement within the first 7-10 days…Just follow the system like I’m right there with you and if you don’t experience what I’ve guaranteed in the next year, I’ll send you a full refund…No questions asked or hard feelings. That’s a promise.The program itself takes 3-months to complete. But the reason I’m giving you a full 12-month guarantee is because I want to give you some cushion…I know you’re busy guy… it might take you a few days to figure out the best time to train, get your groceries and those kinds of things. So I don’t want you to feel rushed to start the program right away if you can’t…And I certainly don’t want you to miss the limited time discount that you’ll get when you purchase today.At the very least, you can buy the program now and try it later…You have zero-risk and all reward when you order Fit After 50 today. And that’s not all because today I want to give you the deal of the century…You see, I'm not a rich man…I've had to work hard for every dime that I have. So I know what it's like to want something so bad that you're ready to jump, but fear and doubt hold you back…So I don't want finances to be an issue at all…You can keep hoping, wishing and praying things will get better.You can keep sitting back and let age related weight gain, fatigue, bedroom problems, disease, and a laundry list of other issues happen to you.And spend the rest of your life on the decline.You’ll gain more fat around your belly, which increases estrogen levels… and then produces even more fat because of it.Your testosterone will plummet…And every passing year you’ll become less of the man you were created to be…Because men were never designed to have low testosterone levels and a weak body.Your body will hurt more and you’ll actually feel yourself aging. Because your joints and bones will slowly deteriorate. And any muscle you have will turn to mush.With all of this comes a lot of mental and emotional issues, too…You’ll wonder if your spouse is losing interest in you… because in her eyes you’ve lost interest in her… which is why you’ve given up and are letting yourself go.You’ll feel embarrassed when your kids compare your belly to the fit dad at their school. And bummed when you can’t keep up with your grandkids in the backyard.And… I hate thinking about this for you… but I have to ask…Do you really want others to have to take care of you when you get older?I mean, I know that some parents have this motto that they take care of their kids when the kids are young, and the kids will take care of you when you’re old…But is that really what you want?After decades of providing for them and giving them your all, do you want to inconvenience them just because you’ve

decided to not take care of yourself?Listen, I’m willing to bet you don’t… and this option isn’t for you.You wouldn’t still be here reading this page if you truly believed giving up and letting age happen to you is the best option.If you take this option, you realize you’re missing out on the perks that come with having better health. And you know you need to do something about it…But for some reason you decide Fit After 50 isn’t the program for you.So you try something else…But the problem is— most training programs out there are too intense for a guys our age. And they’ll cause you to self-destruct from the inside out. I’m not kidding…“Young guy” programs increase cortisol and estrogen in our body…… which causes you to store body fat, suffer with painful inflammation, and puts you at risk of tons of health conditions and bedroom issues.Plus, your testosterone levels plummet…… and you’ll feel humiliated in the bedroom when you can’t “get it up” when your partner wants to fool around.But listen, exercising too hard isn’t the only problem if you take this option…Because you may try to steer clear of young guy training programs and end up doing a workout program that does little or nothing for you. Sure, it’s activity, which is far better than doing nothing at all…… but you likely won’t build a body you’re proud of. And you’ll still feel insecure about the way you look. Because…“Slow-go” exercise won’t reverse the years of built up weight gain and fatigue.Hey man, if you want to start exercising without Fit After 50, you have my blessing…But why try a program that might do your body more harm than good? Or try something you aren’t sure will work?Especially when I’ve given you the scientific facts about why Fit After 50 is the ideal program for you… which leads me to the third and best option.Because you’re still reading, I know beyond a shadow of a doubt this is the only option for you…And you’re in good company. Because this is the choice that thousands of proud men across the country and around the world have made.Men like you are waking up feeling years younger with more energy than their kids. They’re enjoying a healthy, active life with the strongest body they’ve had since their 20s.And are getting compliments left and right because of how great they look…Their kids are beyond proud and can’t stop bragging about how great of shape their dad is in. Their wives love seeing their husbands taking care of themselves…… and can’t keep their eyes and hands off them.Imagine how great that feeling will be… when you’re admired by your family and peers… when your wife initiates sex more because of your new body and stamina… when you’re the center of attention at the beach…You’ll be confident and in-charge again.You see, when you’re 20 and in shape, people don’t think much of it. Lot’s of 20 year olds are in shape. But when you’re 50+, muscular and lean, you become a phenomenon to people…You’re no longer the norm, the typical guy with the dad-bod, or the guy people don’t see.You’re the attention getter, you stand out amongst the rest, and become the person people want to talk to.Fit After 50 can do all this and more for you. And it’s so simple, you likely won’t run into any problem making it happen.All that’s left is to prove to yourself you can do it…… you can still look good, perform great and live a fantasy life at 50+I say “fantasy life” because that’s what most guys think having a healthy life, amazing sex, and ripped abs after 50 is… some “out there” dream.But it’s not. It’s right at your fingertips.Sincerely, Mark McilyarP.S. If you want to boost testosterone, energize your body, look and feel years younger without getting injured or going to a crowded gym… then what are you waiting for? You’re here for a reason. You want more out of your body and life and it’s time to make that dream a reality. Click or tap here to get started now.P.P.S. Don’t forget… when you purchase Fit After 50 today, you’re backed by my 365-Day Money Back Guarantee.

Which means you have a full year to give this program a shot. If it doesn’t transform your body and life in that time, just let me know and I’ll refund your every penny. You truly have nothing to lose. At the very least, purchase the program now for a limited time discount price and decide if you want to keep it later.You should begin to feel a difference within 7 days of starting the program. In the first week, you’ll be a little sore, but that’s a good sign! That means your body isn’t used to the stimulus so it’ll be forced to adapt and change.From there, the workouts will get easier and you’ll begin to notice improvements in the mirror. You’ll see more muscle. Belly fat will shrink. Your strength will go up and you’ll enjoy more energy without a crash.Yes! It’s not only safe for a guy over 50, but it’s specifically created for men over 50.Fit After 50 is a complete system designed to help you boost testosterone levels, build muscle, burn fat, increase energy levels and reclaim a fit and athletic body. And you can rest assured, not only will you stay away from dangerous weights, but each workout protects and lubricates your joints. Fit After 50 is safe, effective and pain free.Absolutely. I recommend this program for men 40+ who don’t have time for the gym but want to get in killer shape. Follow this plan and you’ll be better off than a lot of guys your age by the time you’re in your 50s and 60s. Less joint pain. Higher testosterone levels. More muscle, less fat. And it’s very rare to get an injury on this program. So yea, if you’re not 50 yet, this program is still a great program for you and will give you awesome results from home.That’s up to you. Plain and simple. The more put in, the more results you’ll see. If you do everything I say starting right now when you click the add to cart button, you’ll see changes within the first few days.Again, this one’s up to you. The more effort you give, the more results you’ll see.Now, once you’re done with Fit After 50, you can still follow the workouts and principles to make sure your results stay forever. You can’t just workout for three months and then forget about taking care of your body. But after Fit After 50, it’ll be less work and easy to maintain the results you get.No you don’t. This is an at-home training solution, meaning you won’t have to set foot in a gym to do it. All you need is a set of dumbbells and/or bands and of course, your bodyweight. We also have dozens of substitution exercises to help you along no matter how “minimalist” you go.What makes Fit After 50 so unique is the double combination of Metabolic Strength Training and Functional Cardio/Abs, which uses simple but powerful movements to stimulate muscle growth and enhance your anabolic hormones without putting unnecessary strain on your bones and joints.They also increase your metabolism and keep it running for 72-hours, nonstop so you burn fat around the clock without missing a single second… which makes it easier than ever to get the body you crave.Yes it will. In fact, if you're very overweight, the principles you'll learn inside are perfect because we're not doing anything extreme to get you the results you desire. And once you lose all the weight and build some muscle, you can keep your transformation for life. I’ll help you get there.Yes of course it’s real. You have 365 days to try it risk free.The program itself is only 3 months long. But I wanted to give you plenty of extra cushion to go through the program under my guarantee… so even if you can’t start right away, you don’t feel like you’re under the gun.My recommendation? If you can start the program right away, do it. If you can’t, then purchase Fit After 50 now so you get it at the limited-time price, and try it out whenever is best for you within the year. You have nothing to lose and everything to gain when you purchase the program today.You don’t have to “like” exercise to get started. But yes, you will have to workout to see results.And no, you won’t have to become a gym rat when you follow this program.

Just a few short workouts like the ones inside is all you need. I’ve created this to be an at-home workout program so you don’t have to worry about the things you hate about going to a gym.Instead, you can transform your body without anyone watching. Plus, if training in front of the television, or with your kids at your side helps you to enjoy it more, do that. This is your program.Disclaimer: ClickBank is the retailer of products on this site. CLICKBANK® is a registered trademark of Click Sales Inc., a Delaware corporation located at 1444 S. Entertainment Ave., Suite 410 Boise, ID 83709, USA and used by permission. ClickBank's role as retailer does not constitute an endorsement, approval or review of these products or any claim, statement or opinion used in promotion of these products.Copyright © 2022. Fit After 50. All Rights Reserved. [ad_2] Click here to get Fit After 50 For Men at discounted price while it's still available... All orders are protected by SSL encryption – the highest industry standard for online security from trusted vendors. Fit After 50 For Men is backed with a 60 Day No Questions Asked Money Back Guarantee. If within the first 60 days of receipt you are not satisfied with Wake Up Lean™, you can request a refund by sending an email to the address given inside the product and we will immediately refund your entire purchase price, with no questions asked.

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Any chance you could spare us some soft family man Namor hc’s?

omg yes ofc anon ;-; he would love a family

Warnings: GN reader (baby is mentioned, but it is not said whether reader gave birth or not), slight Dark and protective Namor, Namor is described as having multiple partners in the past but is now loyal to reader, slightly suggestive content, not proofread

-Namor has never had time for a family, even though he wished to bring Talokan a heir. He was always too preoccupied with the duties that came along with being the king and god of Talokan.

-So, even though he is over five-hundred years old and refers to his people as 'My child', he has never had kids of his own. Sure, he is a very experienced man and the thought of there being heirs he doesn't know of has crossed his mind, but he has never held a baby in his arms, one that he can call His.

-Namor would want to be wedded to you as soon as possible. He's over the moon to have finally found his soulmate after years of searching, and he knows that you're the one he wants to hold onto for as long as he can.

-When you do bring him your first born, be it from adopting an abandoned Talokanil child or by giving birth, the first thing he does is lift them up into his arms gently. He wipes stray tears from the corner of his eyes as the little one wraps their hand around his index finger. They’re so small, and precious, he thinks.

-Namor values both his royal duties and family duties, he doesn't prioritize one over the other. So be ready to walk in on your children climbing him like a jungle gym as he holds an important meeting.

-The people of Talokan accept your children immediately, quicker than they accepted you as their new ruler along with Namor.

-Namor loves to spoil his kids, and I think he would love a daughter!

-He would love to dress her up in fancy traditional garb with nice jewelry

-He doesn't want to stop at one child, he wants atleast three

-He would play Pok-a-Tok with them, lifting them up into a hug and spinning them around whenever they do well.

-He would always make sure he verbalizes his love to them

-They are never allowed to visit the surface as long as he's around, even if you're originally a surface dweller and have relatives on the surface

-Talokan is your home now, you're safe here.

-He would tear the world apart if anyone dared to hurt his children.

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swipe right - jjk | m

“ i wanna ruin our friendship. we should be lovers instead. i don't know how to say this, cause you're really my dearest friend “ - jenny, studio killers

♡ summary-  after a horrible breakup, you sign back up for tinder and ironically match with your best friend, jungkook. a date for fun is harmless, right?

♡ genre- best friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, jk is a minecraft streamer, brother namjoon, brother-in-law jimin, namjoon is kind of a himbo stay at home dad ngl, ex-boyfriend seokjin (mentioned but doesnt show up)

♡ word count- 9k

♡ warnings- mentions of a bad breakup (smh seokjin wtf??), penetrative sex, unprotected sex (u know the business folx), oral sex (m receiving), teasing, SO MUCH BODY WORSHIP, jk is a simp, slight dirty talk, lots of just talking during sex yall it happens, creampie, cum play, praise praise body worship praise, did i mention body worship, tit-fucking, cum eating, i think thats all.

♡ a/n - helloooo and thank you for your wait for this fic! i’m so happy its done and i loved writing it! it’s a little bit different feel for my usual style of writing (smut-wise) so please tell me your thoughts! i didn’t use dom/sub themes OR a daddy kink LMAOOOO praise me please. i hope you enjoy!! pls feel free to comment, chat, message, carrier pigeon, email, mail, WHATEVER U WANT, me. i love u babies. thank you to @kimtaehyunq​ for the sexy banner. and for @xjoonchildx @ladyartemesia​ @untaemedqueen​ for the writing support and idea generation. i would be nothing without my council. and thank you to my beta editors @hobi-gif and @ughseoks​ and @hongism​ for the perusal and help in writing this!

Jungkook is the person you call when your world falls apart.

He answers, voice raspy from the late hour, and the second he asks you what’s wrong, the downpour of torrential tears you’ve been holding back finally escapes and you’re sobbing through the phone that you just lost the love of your life—that he left and with little effort on his part, and a lot on yours.

Jungkook listens to you—his heart aching deep in his chest at hearing the utter heartbreak that’s clear in your voice. You’ve never been hurt like this, and he’s desperate to hold you, to make it go away. He wants to drive over to Seokjin’s house and throw a left hook into his stupid, handsome face for making you feel you weren’t worth it.

Because if there’s anything in the world that Jungkook knows, it’s that you’re worth it. You’re worth everything. Add up all the money and all the gold in the entire world, and it still doesn’t meet a fraction of what you’re worth to him.

“Where are you?” He asks as he cradles the phone against one arm and pulls on his jeans.  

You sniffle. “Jungkook, it’s 3 am.”

“So? I was up playing Minecraft,” He lies. “Where are you?”

You can’t help but laugh the tiniest bit, a sliver of warmth wrapping itself around your raw and exposed heart. Like a balm to a flesh wound. It doesn’t heal it, not yet.

“I’m at our park.”

Jungkook smiles as he grips the phone back in his hand. The park. The place you and Jungkook spent your childhood playing make-believe games, and formative teenage years loitering around smoking clove cigarettes to look cool.

“Give me five minutes, okay?”

You nod, even though he can’t see you. 

“Okay.”

Jungkook arrives with two minutes to spare. His beat up Nissan that he insists is “vintage” and “priceless” idles next to you.

He can see you through the darkened glass of your car—your mascara is running down your face, tears streaked through your flawlessly applied makeup.

You still look so beautiful.

And it angers Jungkook that all that time you spent looking good for Seokjin meant nothing to him.

He motions for you to come over, pats the passenger seat next to him and smiles as he watches you open the door and slide into the security of his familiar car.

“You cleaned your car,” you murmur as you notice a severe lack of McDonald’s trash.

He sniffs haughtily. 

“The trash added character.”

Jungkook doesn’t give you a chance to respond. Instead, he’s unbuckling his seatbelt and pulling you as close to him as he can get you. The instant his arms wrap around your body, the floodgates open again and your once-quieted tears turn back into full-fledged sobs.

“I loved him,” you gasp through the pain in your throat.

He rubs your back, pats your hair gently, soothing you the way he has for years now. Through every breakup, through every family fight with your older brother Namjoon, through all the mean girls in high school. Jungkook is the north star—always consistent, always guiding you back to safety.

“I know, babe,” he sighs. “You deserve someone who’s going to treat you right, who’s not just going to give up when things get hard.”

You choke back a cry against his Patagonia hoodie and bury your face further into the crook of his neck. He smells like Old Spice and the shampoo he uses, along with the smell of laundry soap you buy for him—he uses dish soap when he runs out and nearly broke his washing machine last time.

“I thought he was the one. I’m so stupid.”

Jungkook swallows hard. Tonight is about comforting you, not about feeling sorry for himself that you’re his best friend and not his girlfriend. He can’t help but think of what kind of life he would give you. He knows it’s one that wouldn’t end with you crying in a parking lot at 3 AM.

“You’re not stupid, you just loved him. And there’s nothing stupid about loving someone, even if it doesn’t work out,” he sighs as he cradles your head against him. It feels right having you there, pressed up against him and seeking comfort from the solace of his arms.

“Let’s go get a milkshake, yeah?” He asks as you pull your head up and look at him with sad, glassy eyes.

“Yeah,” you nod after a moment of staring.

Jungkook’s eyes sparkle with love, with hope. It makes the desperate, alone feeling inside you—disappear. Jungkook presses a soft kiss to your forehead and then starts the shaky ignition of his car, that takes three cranks of the key before it turns over.

He sends you a look, a laugh evident on your face.

“Don’t even start,” he warns. “The engine is fine.”

“Whatever you say,” you snort as you wipe an errant tear from your face.  

“It’s a certified classic car! I could get millions for this baby!”

As the weeks pass, the pain of losing Seokjin becomes further and further from your mind. You can get through the day without crying anytime you see something that reminds you of him and even start flirting with others without feeling like you’re cheating.

You just still haven’t reached the point where dating someone else even feels possible. You’re terrified of allowing someone close to you, letting them into a place where you’re inviting them to possibly hurt you. You’re not sure your heart is ready for it. 

“I think you’re just scared,” your older brother Namjoon states as he warms up a bottle of milk in boiling water. 

He cradles his new baby in one arm while the other works at the bottle of milk. 

“I’m not scared,” you huff. “I just don’t think it’s the right time.” 

Namjoon sighs and hands the gurgling newborn baby off to you and readies the bottle for you to feed your new niece, Jisoo. 

“Look, Seokjin sucks, okay? I know you two were together for some time, but in the end, he wasn’t the right one for you. There’s someone out there who is the right one for you. You know how many shit frogs I had to kiss before I got my prince?” 

You make a face as you feed Jisoo, who happily sucks and gazes at the lights above. 

“You call Jimin a prince?” 

Namjoon sighs dreamily as he watches the baby and thinks of his husband. 

“The dreamiest prince,” he breathes, eyes closed in bliss. “But back to your problems. I think you should get back out there. Go on some dates, meet some people. No one is telling you to fall in love and get married tomorrow. Just go have some fun.” 

You allow Namjoon’s words to mull through your mind. What could be the harm in joining a few dating sites, perhaps spending some time at the gym or grocery store flirting with someone cute?

“Fine,” you say. “I’ll think about it.” 

“Good. I can’t be the only one giving our parents grand-babies. Soo needs a cousin.” 

You smile down at the tiny bundle in your arms and imagine a future where you have a baby of your own. 

“Okay, I’m not trying to get knocked up, Joon.” 

“Whatever,” he sighs. “Help me choose a wall color for me and Jimin’s new master bathroom.” 

Tinder’s changed since the last time you used it, years ago. It’s gone from any semblance of dating to strictly an app used to get laid. 

It’s discouraging swiping through all the obvious fuckboys. Sure, a quick and easy lay sounds great, but you’re also trying to go out and enjoy real, traditional dates, and it seems none of these guys want to step foot outside of a bedroom. 

The swiping left becomes almost monotonous. You’re sitting on your couch, watching some documentary about serial killers, when a startling profile pops up on your Tinder feed. 

The picture that pops up is... Jungkook. You can’t stop the bubble of laughter that leaps from your chest. His profile is so authentically Jungkook that you’re swiping right before you even know it. 

Your brain doesn’t even comprehend what a match with Jungkook means, really. You’re still laughing as you click on the bubble to message him and send him as many laugh emojis as you can. 

“Hey guys, what’s up, Kookie here with another Let’s Play Minecraft video for ya. Be sure to like and subscribe if you enjoy this kind of content.”

Jungkook’s headset is firmly wrapped around his head, mic next to his mouth and hands at the ready on his mouse and keyboard. He’s set and in the zone. 

The game is well into play when the familiar chime of his phone goes off. It’s a Tinder notification—he can tell by the sound. He can’t help but roll his eyes, wondering what sort of boring conversation he’s meant to have with a girl who will probably ghost him, anyway. 

He lazily lifts his phone and glances at the notification, before dropping it back to the desk. 

His hand freezes on his mouse as he finally comprehends what he just read. 

He just matched with YOU. 

His best friend. 

His secret, lifelong crush. 

He sputters something into the microphone and stops recording his game, wildly grasping for the phone and unlocking it. 

YN: 😂😂😂😂 is your bio a Minecraft pickup line?!

He pauses, attempts to collect his thoughts, before desperately typing on his screen. 

JUNGKOOK: Why? 😉😏 did it work?

You spend the rest of your night jokingly flirting with Jungkook, sending GIFs and emojis in between the silly lines you’re using on each other. 

Right before you’re about to head to sleep, Jungkook sends one last message. 

JUNGKOOK: What if we went on a date lolol. Haha jk. Unless?? 👀👀👀

Your thumbs hover over the keys to your phone. 

A date with Jungkook? Even though you matched with him, you’ve never thought of a date with your childhood best friend. 

YN: alright, it’s only fair since we matched 😝 show me how you treat these tinder ladies

“I have a date with Jungkook tonight,” you tell your brother, Namjoon, over the phone. 

Over the crying of your newborn niece, you hear Namjoon splutter in confusion. 

“You what!?” He nearly screams. “Jeon Jungkook? Like... the annoying kid you’ve been friends with since fourth grade?”

You huff. 

“He’s not annoying! He’s my best friend. We ironically matched on Tinder and… Well, why the fuck not? Nothing serious is going to happen. We’ll go out and have a story to tell about how incompatible we are.”

Namjoon doesn’t reply. Instead, you hear him speak to his husband. 

“She’s going on a date with Jungkook,” he says over the muffle of his hand on the receiver.

There’s a shuffle, and the dulcet voice of your brother-in-law, Jimin, comes over the line. 

“Girl,” he starts. “What the fuck?”

You chuckle as you move about your closet, trying to decide what’s appropriate to wear on a date with your best friend. 

“It’s nothing!” 

“Mm-hmm,” Jimin tuts. “You know the boy is in love with you.” 

“Okay, Chim, you’ve been spending too much time cooped up with my brother. It’s affecting your grip on reality.”

“Sure, honey. I just tell it like it is. Don’t break his heart.” 

You roll your eyes. 

“I won’t break his heart because there’s nothing there, Jimin.”

“I’ll be expecting your call later.”

“Yes, dad. Love you guys.”

“We love you too, sweetheart. But really, don’t break that poor boy’s heart.”

You open your mouth to retort yet another reassurance that there’s nothing to break, but the line goes dead.

“Fucking Jimin,” you mutter as you throw your phone to the bed.

You can’t allow yourself to think that Jungkook might have feelings for you. It’s totally out of the questions. He’s your best friend. The guy who shoves Cheetos up his nose to make you laugh and falls asleep during every movie night with his face in the popcorn bowl. He’s just Jungkook. This date is just a funny way to hang out.

So, why do you care so much about what you wear?

You’re still standing in front of your closet, attempting to find something respectable to wear. It doesn’t matter that the last time Jungkook saw you; it was with mascara streaming down your face and a hoodie from Namjoon’s college swimming days and ripped leggings. Jungkook has seen you in nearly everything you wear, so your indecisiveness gives you pause.

Do you want Jungkook to be attracted to you? Do you want to do your best to look as presentable as you would for a normal date?

The thudding of your heart tells you that maybe you’re more interested in this being a date than you’re allowing yourself to believe.

You shake all thoughts off. 

No, you won’t allow yourself to overthink a night that should just be fun.

You settle for a fitted and simple summer dress, tights and heels. Simple, easy, respectable but also showing enough cleavage and sculpt of your ass to ensure you look more dressed up than not.

Perfect.

With one last look in the mirror, you’re ready.

JUNGKOOK: I’m outside!

ME: See you soon!

Jungkook taps his foot anxiously as he sits on the bench outside your apartment. His tight black jeans feel like a second skin on his legs, and the black button-down shirt he’s tucked in makes him rethink his choice of outfit.

Is he too casual?

He’s never really worn something like this around you. This is what Jungkook wears when he wants to seduce. This is what every girl he’s desperately wished was you got to see. The girls who swooned over his messy hair, the way his jeans display his toned thighs, the peek of skin at his throat.

Maybe it’s too much.

Maybe he’s afraid he’ll scare you away.

Maybe he’s afraid you won’t like it.

He’s given no chance to ruminate anymore because you’re exiting the building and walking straight towards him.

He doesn’t think he remembers how to breathe.

It’s as if you walk towards him in slow motion. Angels chorus around him and the setting sun sparkles on your face like a spotlight. There’s nothing in the world anymore, nothing but you.

You’re the most beautiful human he’s ever seen in his life.

“Hi,” you smile as you approach him.

He continues to stare, eyes traveling over the soft curves of your cheeks and jaw, trailing down to the way your dress clings just right to each dip of your body. His throat goes dry.

You are without a doubt the girl of his dreams. 

“Jungkook?”

It pushes him out of his reverie, eyes widening as he realizes he’s been staring at you for maybe a few minutes too long to play off as normal.

“Hey!” He coughs, attempting to right himself.

“You okay?” You ask, eyebrow lifted in concern.

“Yeah! Yup! Totally! I’m okay—a-okay, absolutely great.” He internally slaps himself.

“You clean up nice,” you smile as your eyes elevate up and down the lean form of his body.

“Oh?” He asks, taken aback. 

In his daze, he never even realized what you’re thinking about him, rather only how intensely he was thinking about you.

“This must be the Jungkook that all the girls in college couldn’t stop begging me to hook them up with.”

His cheeks flame with sudden embarrassment, hand moving to the back of his neck to rub it awkwardly. 

“Ha, yeah,” he swallows. “You look r-really nice too. I don’t think I’ve seen you in a dress since your brother’s wedding.”

The smile that he’s rewarded with nearly knocks him on his ass. “Thanks! It’s fun to dress up cute again. Jin hated this dress.”

A stab of pain eeks its way into Jungkook’s heart. Seokjin. God, how he hates that man.

“Well, uh, you can wear whatever you want with me!” He assures. 

You loop your arm around Jungkook’s, saddling up to his side as you look at him expectantly.

“Well, are we going?”

Jungkook can’t help but smile at the sparkle in your eye, the way you peer up at him with those soft, cherry lips. He wants to capture them with his own, kiss you until you don’t remember Seokjin’s name ever again.

But he resists.

“Let’s go!”

You never thought you’d admit it to yourself. You never even thought it could happen. 

But the date is everything you’ve ever wanted, and more. 

Jungkook is still Jungkook, still just as silly and easy to talk to as he always is. 

But he’s also charming. Flirtatious, even. He holds doors open for you; he rests his hand on the small of your back as he guides you towards your table at dinner. He feeds you bites of his dessert and lets his eyes linger on the way your lips look wrapped around his fork. 

Jungkook treats you the way you’ve always wanted to be treated. Like someone he wants to cherish for the rest of your combined lives. Someone he wants to take care of, build a future with, enjoy life with.

And as much as it thrills you, it absolutely frightens you. 

It’s when you’re walking down the small river trail together that Jungkook slips his hand into yours and laces your fingers together. The once-steady beat of your heart becomes erratic. He continues chatting—as if holding your hand was a subconscious act for him. He’s knee deep in a story of his Minecraft server when you stop walking, causing him to pause. 

“What’s up?” He asks curiously. 

Your eyes glitter with anticipation, with fear, as you stare at the gorgeous man before you. He looks like a full course meal in his tight jeans and he makes you feel like a princess. You can suddenly see doing life by his side—no longer his platonic best friend, but as his lover and lifelong partner. 

You say nothing. Instead, you simply close the space between you two by grabbing the buttons of his shirt and tugging his lips onto yours. 

“Wha—oh, mmmmmm.”

Jungkook is still for a second as he battles the surprise, but jumps into action and cups your face with his hands, deepening the kiss by pushing his tongue past your lips and swirling it around your own. 

Your bodies press close together. He can feel your breasts against his chest and he desperately wants to rip the dress off your body and worship you like he’s always wanted to. 

As soon as the kiss started, it’s over. You’re pulling away with eyes wide with fear.

“I’m sorry, I—I need to go,” you stammer awkwardly.

Jungkook’s heart drops to his stomach.

“What? We were going to get ice cream?”

You can feel tears building in the corners of your eyes. You’re so confused, so unsure of what you’re feeling. You want to stay and kiss Jungkook until you’re clawing at the clothing on his body, pressing kisses to the firm column of his neck. You want to run far away, too scared to admit it to him you’re sure you could love him for the rest of his life.

You can’t lose that friendship. You can’t risk everything you love about Jungkook. He’ll only hurt you the way every boyfriend ever has.

“I don’t really feel well,” you swallow hard as you lie. Jungkook always knows when you’re lying.

His body stiffens.

“Okay, let me walk you home.”

You shake your head, already moving away from the man.

“It’s fine. We’re nearby. I’ll just run or something.”

He opens his mouth to protest, but you’ve already turned face and started running the direction away from him.

Jungkook watches, misty-eyed, as the girl of his dreams runs further and further away from him.

You’re sobbing as you finally reach home, out of breath and confused. The phone call to Namjoon is quick.

“Yo,” he says cooly as he answers the phone. His tone changes when he hears your whimpering sobs on the other end.

“Joonie,” you whisper. “I fucked up.”

“Oh god,” Namjoon quickly shuffles and calls his husband over, before putting the phone on speaker.

“What’s happened, baby?” Jimin’s sweet voice asks.

“I—I kissed him,” you sob, holding yourself close in the comfort of the elevator. 

Namjoon and Jimin look at each other with knowing looks.

“We’re on our way over.”

Jimin knows the first order of business is to stop the crying. He places sleeping baby Jisoo in your arms, which quiets your whimpers enough as you cling to the tiny baby. He knows your weakness is sleeping babies.

Namjoon looks on anxiously, hates seeing his little sister upset and with no way to make it better.

Jimin’s been asked to take the lead on this, because he knows his husband's response is to cry as well—he gets emotional anytime he sees her cry. Namjoon agreed, knowing Jimin was better suited for the conversation.

“Tell us what happened,” Jimin asks quietly. You’re rocking the baby gently, sobs turned to sniffles. “Did something go wrong on the date?”

Your eyes peer up at your brother-in-law’s, a wounded look that makes Jimin feel sad. Namjoon clenches beside him, and Jimin lays a hand on his lap to soothe the protective brother.

“No,” you whisper. “That’s the thing. It was an amazing date.”

Jimin watches you curiously, but remains silent to let you continue.

“We had dinner, and we played arcade games and we walked around. And he was so… fuck, he was perfect. It was like dating the guy of my dreams.”

Jimin nods knowingly.

“And it surprised you how much you liked him.”

“Yeah,” you sniffle. “At the end, he was holding my hand and just talking about normal, stupid Jungkook shit, but this time it felt like more. Like, I felt in my heart that I wanted to be the one he always talked to about it. I wanted to be the one he came home to at night.”

Jimin pats your cheek lovingly, the care for his sister-in-law clear in his gaze. 

“You don’t just like him, honey. I think you might even love him.”  

You pull baby Jisoo tighter into your grasp and nod, pathetic tears slipping down your face. 

“I just left him. Like, I ran away from him like an asshole.”

Namjoon grunts and takes a spot next to Jimin. “If he loves you, which I’m sure he does, he’ll still be waiting for you.”

Jimin nods and rests a hand on his husband's back. “But you better have one hell of an apology.”

Jungkook doesn’t answer your phone calls. He doesn’t respond to your texts, snapchats or Instagram DM’s. He doesn’t even look at the TikToks you sent him! It’s becoming infuriating to get in touch with him.

You take matters into your own hands and storm to his apartment after work, the rising tension in your shoulders and stomach full of rocks an indicator of your anxiety about the future of this relationship.

Jungkook opens the door wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweats. All the carefully crafted words exit your mind at light 

speed and you’re left gasping, wide-eyed at the chiseled body of your best friend.

“Can I help you?” He asks, tone flat.

Ouch.

You push past him into the apartment you know so well. “Yeah, you could start by answering your phone.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes and closes the door, then heads back towards the large gaming setup in the living room.

“My apologies for not responding to the girl who literally ran away from me on a date.”

Your cheeks heat uncomfortably as you stand in the center of his living room, arms crossed over your chest. 

“Jungkook, listen. I’m—”

“Please,” he shakes his head as he sits down at the impressive gaming chair. “Save the apologies. I get it.”

“You don’t get it!” You say, exasperated. “You don’t get any of it! That’s why I’m here.”

Jungkook narrows a look at you then stands from his chair. Slowly, he makes his way towards you and stands inches from your face. The proximity of his bare, toned chest to your body makes your throat dry.

“No, you don’t get it.” His voice is threateningly quiet, completely different from his usual chipper tone. 

“Jungkook, I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” He quirks his head sarcastically, and you’re struck by the sharp lines of his jaw. “Sorry for running away from the date? Sorry for going on a date? Sorry for making me feel like I had a fucking chance when you kissed me?”

You swallow hard and open your mouth to reply, but he cuts you off.

“I’m sorry too. For giving myself way too much hope that this could ever be something. I’m sorry for myself for thinking you’d at least respect me enough to reject me politely.”

“You always had a chance!” You can feel tears building in your eyes and Jungkook feels his heart pound in his chest like a drum.

He scoffs, a harsh and mirthless laugh. “Clearly not.”

“I just—,” you start. “I never saw you like that before and suddenly you became everything I’ve ever dreamed of. It was like getting hit by a train, Kook! Suddenly my best friend turned into the man of my dreams.”

He shakes his head, stepping back away from you.

“I really find it hard to believe you,” he whispers. “I can’t let myself hope.”

“Jungkook, please,” you beg as tears start slipping down your face. “Please believe me.”

“Just leave,” he sighs. “I hate making you cry.”

You want so badly to wrap yourself in his arms, cry into his chest like you always do when you’re hurt. But you stand still, frozen in your shame and embarrassment of hurting your best friend so badly.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur, before you spin around as quickly as you can and leave Jungkook’s apartment in a flurry.

He watches as the door slams behind you, eyes full of sadness and regret. As much as he wants to believe you, have faith in every word you said, he can’t allow himself to get his hopes up again.

He can’t watch you run away from him again.

“Welcome back to Kookie’s Wild Weekly Walkthrough!” Jungkook cheers as enthusiastically as he can through his microphone. “The weekly segment where I react to your Minecraft worlds!”

Jungkook needed to dive back into streaming to take his mind off of you. He hasn’t left his apartment in days, only subsisting on takeout and coffee. At least he was making more money and his subscribers didn’t seem to mind the up-tick in content.

“Tonight I’ll be walking through a creation sent by,” he squints at the username. “‘Kookiesgal95’ Aww that’s cute.”  

He readies the content and starts his camera as he watches the YouTube link. His subscribers love his reaction videos—it’s a highly requested segment.

The video starts off easily, a generic Minecraft world that looks like a park.

“Hi Kook.”

The voice that reverberates through his headphones makes him pause the video quickly, wide-eyed with recognition.

It’s you. He’d know that voice from a million others. 

Shit. He’s going to have to edit so much of this clip. He’s staring at the screen as if he’s just seen a ghost.

Unsteadily, he clicks play again and watches as you lead him through your Minecraft creation.

“I wanted to recreate something for someone very special in my life.”

Jungkook doesn’t even bother to react to this anymore. This entire video is going to be worthless—there’s nothing he can say.

The video pans around the Minecraft setup and he can see what looks like handmade swings and merry go rounds.

“It took me a really long time to do this and an embarrassing amount of help from some twelve-year-olds on the internet.”

He laughs and is stunned by the wet tears rolling down his cheeks. He hadn’t realized he was crying.

“I re-created a park that is really special to my best friend and I.”

He feels his chest tighten and relax. The park. 

“This is the spot where he held me when my dog died when I was nine. I still miss that dog.”

The view is on a spot next to a blocky oak tree. Jungkook remembers that day, remembers your heartbroken sobs as he whispered words of comfort to you. He misses that dog, too. 

“This is where he and my brother got in a fight when we were eleven, because my brother called me a stupid-head. My best friend has always been protective of me, even from my own big brother.”

He can still remember pushing Namjoon around after hearing him call you names. He pushed Namjoon over and threatened to use his “big muscles” if he did it again.

The camera pans to an enormous structure, rather sloppily made, of a slide and monkey bars.

“This is where we first shared a joint in high school. I coughed a lung up and he ran down the street to a gas station at ten pm to get me a bottle of water even though I told him I was okay,”

The memory of the bewildered 7-11 employee plays through his mind. The man watched as a very stoned, very out of breath, Jungkook paid for a bottle of water in coins.

The video continues playing, moves towards what appears to be a parking lot made of cobblestone blocks.

“This is where he held me when my world fell apart.”

The break-up. The way you cried and cried and cried in his arms and he held you as if you were the only thing left on Earth. 

“This is where he reminded me I’m worthy of love, that I’m not broken. This is where he held me like I was delicate, but treated me like I was unbreakable.”

His tears don’t stop. Jungkook feels his heart thundering in his chest like a summer storm. 

He can hear your sniffles through the recording of the video—you were crying too. It pans around to the swing set.

“And this is where I’ll tell him everything, tonight. Where I’ll tell him how deeply I love him and how I want to make him the happiest guy in the world. In all of Minecraft and beyond. I hope he comes.”

Jungkook doesn’t even bother turning his camera off.

Instead, he’s running to change out of his three-day-old clothes and bolt out the door.

The creaky, rusty metal of the swing set is deafeningly loud in the silence of your park.

It’s dark, just a few street lights around to illuminate the perimeter, but it’s otherwise only lit by the moon.

It’s getting cold. You shiver in your hoodie and kick at the dirt under your swing. 

Maybe he didn’t see the video. Maybe he wasn’t going to show.

Maybe it was too late.

You spent hours working on the Minecraft world, staying up at all hours of the night to build and craft a poor re-creation of this park. The twelve-year-olds on Reddit had been invaluable and Namjoon definitely made fun of you for your creative assistants. But it had all been worth it. 

“Fuck,” you speak out loud to no one, as you try to warm your hands in the pockets of your sweater. “It’s cold.”

“You should have brought a jacket.”

The sudden voice from behind startles you. You hop off the swing and whip around to face  down the intruder.

Jungkook.

He looks so good. He’s wearing a thick coat and tight jeans. Your eyes take a delicious journey from head to toe.

He can’t help but preen at your blatant appreciation. He enjoys knowing you’re attracted to him, at least physically.

“You came.”

He nods and takes a nervous step towards you. He’s still far away, more than an arm's-reach away. You’re desperate to bring him closer, to pull him tight against your body and wrap yourself around him. You never want to be without his gentle touch again.

“I felt pretty compelled to come after you made all this in Minecraft for me.” He cracks a wry smile, a boy-ish grin that makes your heart flutter.

“It took me twenty-five hours and some teenagers to help.”

He laughs, a beautiful sound that warms you. “I’m sure they were ecstatic to help.”

You chew at the inside of your cheek, nervous at what he thinks about your in-game confession.

“Did you mean it?” He asks. He steps closer—one more step.

“Every word.”

His eyes are searching yours for the truth, desperately diving into the depths for validity.

“Why did you run away?” Another step.

You swallow hard, heavy tears brimming in your eyes.

“You went from being the silly best friend to being the person I could spend the rest of my life with. It all hit me. It’s always been you.”

One more step and now he’s just within your reach. If you stuck your hand out, your fingers would graze the soft puff of his coat, the delicate skin of his neck. 

“I’ve always felt that way about you. I never thought you’d feel the same.”

You smile softly, timidly. “It just took me a little while longer to realize it.”

All at once, Jungkook closes the gap and holds you gently by your cheeks. His thumbs wipe at the moisture under your eyes. 

“I promise to never make you cry again,” he whispers reverently. 

“And I promise to never run away from you again.” 

Jungkook smiles at that, cradling your face like you’re the most expensive and precious jewel. 

“Can I kiss you again?” He asks, somewhat unsure of himself. 

“I would like it if you would.”

As Jungkook presses his cold, plush lips to your own, you make a promise to yourself to never go a day without kissing him again. 

“I can’t believe you’re in my bedroom,” Jungkook murmurs as he kisses at your face. After the park, Jungkook loaded you into his priceless Nissan and scurried home. You could hardly keep your hands off him as he drove you back to his place—reaching and caressing the spots on his body you’re dying to become familiar with. 

“I’ve been in your bedroom before,” you remind him as he tugs up the hoodie you’re wearing. 

“God, don’t be so semantic when I’m trying to fuck you,” he says before throwing the hoodie to a corner of the room. “You know what I mean.”

Jungkook kisses you again, all lips and teeth and tongue. He kisses you like you’re the last breath of air, and he’s greedy for every bit. He grips your hips, not too tight, and brings your body against his. You can feel him grow in hardness in his too tight, and it feels like bliss. 

Teasingly, you grind your hips against his, making him shudder with desire.

“I want you,” he whines as he nibbles at your lip. 

“Really? I couldn’t tell.”

He opens his eyes to level a look at you, pulling his mouth away from yours. 

“You’re such a little smartass.”

His hands become feverish on your jeans, tugging apart the button and flicking down the fly. He pushes them down quickly, and you kick them off carelessly. 

He can’t stop looking at you in your bra and panties, standing at the foot of his bed. 

“Holy shit, okay, this is happening, right? Like, this is real?” 

You smirk, pleased with Jungkook’s obvious excitement. 

“Let me prove it’s not just a dream.” 

Softly, you spin Jungkook around and push him down to sit on his bed. He complies easily, eyes wide and excited. 

“If this is a dream, would you be able to feel this?” You ask as you unbuckle  his belt and open his jeans. He doesn’t reply, simply watches you as you tug his jeans down to his thighs. 

His cock strains hard against his tight boxers, and you run a teasing finger over the obvious bulge. 

“Oh fuck,” he breathes. 

“Feels pretty real, huh?”

“Y-yeah.” 

Your delicate hands gently tug at the waistband of his boxers and easily work them down enough to free the length of his cock. It springs out easily and your eyes widen at the impressive size. You assumed he would be at least average, but you’re looking at something definitely more. 

“Oh wow,” you whisper. “You’re fucking huge.” 

Jungkook grins. “All for you, baby.” The cockiness is palpable. 

One solid grip around him wipes the presumptuous smile off his face, replaced with a gasping, shuddering moan. 

“How about this? Not a dream?”

He struggles to find his voice, instead he’s gulping for air like a fish out of water. 

“That’s what I thought,” you whisper before settling into a position on your knees. “I’ll admit, I’ve dreamt about this too. I always felt so ashamed for dreaming about sucking my best friend's cock.”

You press soft kisses to the head of his length, teasing the sensitive areas at the tip before kissing up and down the length. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

His evident desire for you encourages you, and your tongue swipes at the crown of his tip and swirls around it gently. 

“Oh my god.” His eyes shutter closed and you trace the veins in his dick with your tongue. 

“This h-has to be a dreeeaaaaam,” he whines as you make an exceptionally long stripe with the flat of your tongue. 

You pull off for a moment, humming. He springs his eyes open and watches as you reach behind your back and unsnap your bra. Your breasts escape with a bounce and his eyes widen, nearly bulging out of their sockets. 

“What the fuck,” he whines. “You have the most amazing tits.”

He reaches out to grasp them and you slap them away playfully. 

“Not yet,” you smirk. “Still trying to convince you you’re not asleep.” 

He sucks in his breath and puts his hands back to the bed to steady himself, eyes never leaving yours (except to stare at the luscious curves of your body). 

Grasping your breasts in both hands, you smash them together lightly in an elaborate show of what Jungkook wants most. You lean over his body and place the throbbing thickness of his cock in between your tits, allowing him to feel just how soft and warm they are. 

“Shit!” He yelps, grabbing his sheets in a tight fist. “Are you really tit-fucking me right now?!”

Slowly, you lift your body up and down, allowing his cock to feel each stroke of your breasts. You nod at his question and continue to pump up and down. 

“Still dreaming?” 

He whines and shakes his head, already feeling so close to the edge. His cock is slick from your teasing licks and the pressure of your tits surrounding him had his mind spinning with desire. 

“Ahhh, I’m so fucking close,” he warns.

You continue, speeding up the friction and pressure of your strokes. 

“I want you to cum on me, Kook,” you whisper encouragingly. “Cum on my tits, please?”

Jungkook feels like he’s a wire about to snap, and your thick, sultry voice and incredibly perfect breasts are the snips that breaks him apart. 

“Oh, shit,” he grunts. “Gonna paint your titties white, baby.”

His moans echo around the walls of his bedroom, small gasps of pleasure and your name escaping his perfectly plump pout. 

His hot load splatters on your chest, and you stroke him through each pulse of his cock. You’re slippery with his seed now, and when you pull away from his spent length, you make a show of rubbing in his cum over your chest.

“Okay, definitely not dreaming,” he says in a daze as he watches you lift a wet finger to your mouth, popping it in to clean it off. “Who knew you were so fucking kinky?” 

His confidence grows as he catches his breath. He can’t believe he’s sitting on his bed with you on your knees, breasts covered in his load. You’re suckling the cum off your finger like it’s his cock, and he’s desperate for more.

“There are lots of things you don’t know about me,” you shrug. 

Swiftly, he grabs you gently by your bicep and pulls you close, sucking at your lips until you’re both standing. 

“I plan to find out everything.” 

Suddenly, you’re switching positions and Jungkook is pushing you down into the bed. You lay flat in the center, body relaxed and eager for your best friend.

“What are you doing?” You ask. He’s still standing at the end of the bed, watching you get comfortable. Once he’s satisfied that you’re lying exactly how you want, he settles himself by your feet.

“Worshipping you,” he says as he lifts an ankle and presses gentle kisses to your calf. “Showing you how much I adore you.” More kisses, soft and sweet. “Showing you how I plan on treating you for the rest of your life.” 

He takes his time, lavishing your legs with his mouth. He kisses and sucks at any spot, sexual or not. He mouths at the roundness of your knees, your firm hamstrings. He presses his love into the skin of your thighs, mouthing his praises with each kiss. 

He reaches the dip of your hips and he gently kisses your exposed skin as he tugs your cotton panties off you. 

“I have loved every inch of you since before I can remember,” he praises as his lips skim over the mound of your cunt. “And I don’t plan on stopping soon.” 

Your body feels like it’s on fire, as if Jungkook lights a match at every spot his lips press against. Your eyes close, and you allow Jungkook to continue his pious worship of your body. 

He teases around your folds, kissing your labia ever so gently—making you gasp. He doesn’t linger long, only kisses you enough to stir the licking flames of heat in your belly.  

He kisses at your stomach, gently nibbling and laving at the softness there. You try to hide from him, try to hide your insecurities of your body in his thorough exploration, but he moves your hands. 

“I know you don’t like this part of your body,” he murmurs. His voice is so soft, so pure and sincere. “But I do. I love everything about you.” 

His tongue swirls around your belly button, making you gasp at the ticklish sensation. 

“You’re so pretty. So perfect.” 

He continues upwards, lips now trailing to your full breasts. He takes his time there, licking and kissing and flicking at your nipples with his tongue. It feels exhilarating—Jungkook’s mouth feels like everything you want it to feel like. His tongue is warm, and he bites with just enough pressure to make your back arch off the bed into his embrace.

His hands explore, taking stock of every millimeter of skin he can find. He wants to memorize every freckle, every bump, every scar and line. Your body is his paradise, and all he can think of is you, you, you.

One hand travels down your body as he moves his lips up your neck. It snakes down your stomach and deftly slides over your soaked core. You whine as you feel his fingers part your folds and dip into the wetness.

“So wet,” he says out loud, verbalizing every tantalizing detail of your body. “So perfect.”

His lips are finally at your own and you kiss him passionately, tongue swirling around his as he slides his two fingers past your clit and into your drenched hole. You gasp against his mouth, eyes widening as he slowly scissors his fingers into you and pumps slowly. It’s almost teasing, the way he fucks his fingers in you. Slow, firm movements with his powerful hands.

“Jungkook!” You gasp. He doesn’t reply, instead he bites at your lip and tugs, then trails his hot mouth back down to your nipples. He can’t get enough of your breasts and the slightly salty taste of him still lingering.

“You feel so good,” he says as he speeds his fingers up minutely. “So tight and wet for me.”

Your hips writhe in need. He’s giving you what you need, but not enough. You need more, more. You want to feel him, all of him, spearing you open.

“Please, Kook,” you groan. “I need you.”

He laughs softly against your nipple and sucks extra hard, letting it pop out of his mouth audibly.

“And I need you, my love.”

“Fuck me, please.” You’re desperate, thighs quaking from the slow teasing. “I want you to fuck me, Jungkook.”

Chills shudder down Jungkook’s spine and he’s powerless to say no, not when you demand it so well.

“With pleasure,” he agrees. He pulls his fingers from within you and copies your move, sliding them into his mouth to suck your essence off. 

He’s never looked sexier. His eyes are dark chocolate pools of burning intensity, and you feel your breath become shaky as you watch him clean his fingers with precision.

After he’s deemed his fingers sufficiently clean, he settles himself between your legs. Easily, he lifts your hips and shoves a pillow underneath, elevating you to a more comfortable position. He grabs your legs and tosses each over his shoulders so they’re higher in the air. 

“I’m going to fuck you so good, baby,” he promises as he rubs the tip of his cock on your soppy slit. “Condom?”

You shake your head, appreciative of his question but desperate to feel him completely.

“Birth control. Regularly tested. Haven’t had sex in a while,” you blurt out. “You good?”

He nods in agreement. “Same. Well, except the birth control. But, I’d take it if they made it for men.”

“Jungkook!” You whine. Your best friend is so easily sidetracked. “Please, can you fuck me?”

He grins. “Tsk, someone is impatient.”

A low moan is rumbling in your chest as he continues to rub his thick cock at your entrance.

“I swear to god, you’re the biggest tease.”

“Oh, I’m definitely the biggest.”

Before you can react, he’s pushing past your entrance and sliding deep in your walls. Your position makes his cock feel deep, and he bottoms out and stills there, eyes closed in bliss.

“Holy shit,” he gasps. “This is absolutely the best pussy I’ve ever felt.”

You wiggle your hips as you get used to the sensation of the delicious stretch.

“Please don’t tell me how many pussies you’ve felt when you’re balls deep inside of me.”

Jungkook turns his head and kisses at your legs resting on his shoulders, lavishing them with his praise once more as he keeps his cock buried inside your tight heat.

“Yours is the only one that matters. The only pussy I’ll ever be in for the rest of my life.”

“That’s a good answer,” you smile. “Now, fuck me, lover boy.”

Jungkook winks and grips your hips with his hands. He swiftly pulls out, enamored with the way his cock is already covered in your creamy essence, then eagerly pushes back in. He sets a pace and soon the sound of skin clapping on skin echoes around the room.

“Oh god!” You’re moaning loudly, unabashedly. You’re thankful that Jungkook’s old roommate, Yoongi, moved out to live with his boyfriend Hoseok months ago. He’d definitely complain about the noise for months. “Fuck, Jungkook, you feel so good.”

Jungkook fucks into you with ferocity, speed and power gradually rising as he feels his core tighten with the coming anticipation of release.

“Mmm, you look so fucking sexy like this,” he murmurs. “Getting fucked by your best friend’s fat cock.”

He moves a hand from your hip, trails it up your body to squeeze at your breast, before he’s cupping your face once again. His hips snap against yours and he loves the way your mouth utters little squeaks and gasps with each deep thrust into you.

“God, my beautiful girl,” he groans. “Can’t wait to cum in this pussy, shit, you got me so fucking close.”

You open your mouth desperately and Jungkook easily slips his thumb in. You latch on quickly and suck, tongue swirling around the tip like you’re sucking another cock. It nearly sends him over the edge and the speed of his hips matches his desperate need for more.

“Fucking hell,” he bites back. He can feel his belly tighten, driven further and further to the edge by the constricting wetness of your cunt. 

He pulls his thumb out and moves it down to where his cock spears into you, allowing your spit to swirl with his thumb around your clit. Your core tightens around him at the added stimulation and your back arches up in ecstasy.

“I’m so c-close, Kook,” you plead, as if begging for mercy. “Please, I want to cum so bad.”

The speed of his thumb increases, and he watches as your face twists in pleasure and desperation. 

“Cum on my cock, baby, let me see you fall apart. Show me what I’ve dreamt of for so long.”

A high and wanton cry ripples out of your body as he savagely increases his speed, both his cock and thumb working overtime to drive you towards your end. The butterflies that erupt in your lower stomach make your moans louder, higher. You’re so close, closer than ever. It’s building to an incredible crescendo.

He can tell you’re close—he sees it on your face as your back arches and your fists grip his sheets.

“You look like a fucking angel, baby,” he whines as he soaks in the vision of you writhing underneath him. “I bet you cum like an angel, too. Let me see it, let me see.”

With just a few more swirls of his thumb and his deep, hard strokes, you’re soaring over the edge into a pool of nothingness. Your cunt pulsates wildly around his length, milking and stroking it with your tight walls. You throw your head back, moaning out his name at the top of his lungs, letting his neighbors know just who fucks you so well.

“Holy shit,” he gasps, hips stuttering as he fucks into your juicy hole. “That was so fucking sexy.”

You grip his forearms, holding onto him tight and encourage him to go harder. “Cum inside me, Kookie, please. I’m all yours, make me yours.”

His heart feels like it might burst in his chest. He’s always wanted you to say it to him, to hand over your love to him like he does so easily to you. It’s all so much, so overwhelming, and the feeling of your hot cunt still fluttering around him sends him reeling into his own completion. 

He spills into you, warm seed coating your walls and pooling inside your womb. He fucks himself through each throb of his cock until he’s sure he’s drained every ounce of himself into you.

Your legs slip off his shoulders easily, and he gently pulls himself out of you. He falls beside you, panting with exertion, and wraps an arm around you.

After a few silent moments of catching your breath, Jungkook pulls you in close to him until he can koala-cling to you, arms and legs both wrapped around your body.

“Mine,” he whispers as he kisses your head. “All mine.”

You return the favor, clinging to your best friend—boyfriend—like he’s your only lifeline.

“All yours.”

“So, you’re telling me, you got together because of Minecraft?” Jimin asks, pointing a fork in your direction. It’s been months now since your grand virtual declaration of love for Jungkook. Months of bliss and romance, laughter and companionship. 

You were right all along. Jungkook is everything you’ve wanted in a man and more.

You’re sitting at your brother’s expensive dinner table, enjoying a meal with his family with your boyfriend at your side.

“Yeah, Jimin, I guess that’s what I’m saying,” you retort as you roll your eyes. “Minecraft and Tinder.”

Baby Jisoo is awake and in your brother’s arms, but she’s whining and wiggling to leave him.

“What’s wrong, Soo?” Namjoon asks with a pout on his lips. “Why don’t you want daddy anymore?”

Jimin snorts at his husband and you hold out your arms for your baby niece. “Come here, baby, I know you want auntie.”

Namjoon dutifully hands over his daughter, sulking that he’s been picked over for his sister. 

You cradle the baby in your arms, expecting her to calm once she’s there, but she continues to fuss. She’s thrusting her arms out and nearly crying, reaching towards Jungkook who’s busy chowing down on Jimin’s homemade ramen.

“I think she wants you, Kook,” you murmur. He looks at you, then to the baby, then back to you, before he wipes his hands and face clean with a napkin.

“Oh, okay,” he whispers, slowly taking the baby from your arms with your help. “Hello, ma’am.”

Namjoon and Jimin laugh. “She’s a baby, Jungkook, not an elderly woman,” your brother teases.

Jungkook doesn’t listen. He’s too busy cooing at the baby in his arms and playing with her tiny hands. Namjoon turns his attention away and looks at you.

“Guess I won’t be the only provider of grandchildren for much longer.”

You playfully glare at him and turn away to watch your boyfriend. Watching Jungkook interact with your niece makes your heart swell, your soul sing. He’d be a perfect father.

“I swear, if he teaches her how to play Minecraft, he’s banned from the household,” Jimin grumbles. “This is a No-Nerd-Zone.”

Jungkook cradles the child and rocks back and forth, singing her a soft, made-up song, before he looks over at you.

“Hey, I want one of these,” he smiles. “Can we have one?”

You lay a hand on your stomach, a soft bump not quite visible yet. It’s only been one test, the lines faintly indicating ‘positive’ on the stick. You wanted to make sure, get confirmation before you spill the beans.

“Sure, Kookie.”

He grins and leans over to kiss you, before turning his attention back to the baby. “Okay, Jisoo, now let me tell you all about the Endermen.”

Jimin groans. “Oh my god, do not give Minecraft facts to my infant!”

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