the valley is shaking

After a Hurricane Hits the Valley...

Gus: “The room is all yours…” *shakes Elliott’s hand*

Leah: “Why aren’t you sleeping in your cabin?”

Elliott: “Well you see, my dear Leah, last night, as I was lying in bed looking up at the plentiful stars in the benevolent sky, I could not help but to think to myself…”

“Where the f*ck is the ceiling?!”


The first 1:15 has another of Woods’ seeming personal preoccupations: erotic asphyxiation. Discussed, of course, in the chipper tones of Your Favourite Grad School TA.

Harbor In the Tempest (3/5)

After an attack by the Lost Boys, Emma and Killian find themselves in an impossible situation. Canon divergence from 3x07.

A/N: This chapter is the reason I wanted to write this fic in the first place. Please don’t kill me. Endless gratitude to @caprelloidea for letting me yell at you about this.

Rating: T

Word Count: 4272

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The sun slowly crawls across the sky, passing its zenith and giving way to soft late-afternoon light. Neither Killian nor Emma really know what to do with themselves, and they fall into an odd type of silence the likes of which he’s never felt before. It’s not exactly uncomfortable, not even sitting as closely as they are, not even with the full weight of what’s happening to her hanging between them. It’s not uncomfortable but defeated, like waiting for a ship to slowly sink on the open sea.   

Every time he’s lost someone it’s happened quickly, going far beyond just Liam and Milah. Crewmen lost in battle or knocked overboard in violent tempests, first mates taken down by a knife fight in a tavern, a father gone without warning in the middle of the night. Death and loss are abrupt, sudden things for him, a simple flick of a wrist and a severed hand.

This is new. He knows what’s happening as well as she, both of them helpless to do any more than listen to the cliff up above, hoping for the sound of her parents or Regina coming through the woods overhead and frightened that it will never come. That’s new for him too, the fear crawling up his spine, an emotion that hasn’t seized him so completely in centuries.

For awhile he contemplates taking her hand again, lacing his fingers with hers to keep them warm, give her something to hang onto. He eventually decides against it. She’d accepted his touch earlier, even seemed to welcome it when he placed his hand to her forehead. But a sort of grim acceptance seems to have come over her ever since Pan’s visit, and he’s reluctant to try and talk much - he knows the topic of conversation would likely drift into unpleasantness soon enough.

He doesn’t know how to be there for her, but he aches to try.

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Creepypasta #1122: My Bird Dog And I Went Hunting In The Desert Of Eastern Oregon - A Desert That Doesn't Like Intruders

Length: Super long

About six weeks ago, I went into the wilderness of Eastern Oregon with my 2 year old hunting dog (a golden retriever named Reggie) to hunt for pheasant, partridge, quail, and flyfish for steelhead. I was camping along the John Day River, which is in the high desert and carves a deep valley through the sage brush coated hills and black-rock cliffs. Something happened in that canyon that has changed everything I know (or thought I knew) about the world we live in. I’ll start with a bit of backstory before I get into the events.

I did this same camping trip with two buddies last November during my dog’s first bird season, and we were all psyched to have round two. Unfortunately, one of the dudes bailed because of work pressure, and the other because he needed time to prep for an interview.

So I decided to go alone. I’ve done plenty of solo camping and hunting before, and this time I had my bird dog so I felt even better going alone. There’s obviously no cell service out there, so I gave my girlfriend and some buddies my route and camping locations, and set out before sunrise on a Friday with plans to return late on Sunday. It’s about a three hour drive to the stretch of the John Day River basin where I was heading, and got there around 9:30. 

It was around 40 degrees when I got out at the BLM parking area to stretch and started to get ready to set out. My dog was really stoked (he knows we’re hunting when I put on my bird pouch and bust out the shotgun), and I was as happy as a pig in the mud. Sun was shining, and it had snowed a few days earlier so the red, tan, black, and green sagebrush-coated valley we started hiking down into was shimmering.

I had my big backpacking pack loaded to the brim with camping gear, winter gear, hunting and fishing gear, and dog stuff. I had my shotgun in hand (a double barrel 12g side-by-side), a field knife, and my Ruger .357 on my belt. I don’t always carry a sidearm, but with three days and two nights alone in an area infested with packs of coyotes (who don’t scare me but would love a golden retriever snack) and mountain lions (which definitely scare me), I figured why the hell not.

We (my dog and I) rucked about 6 miles into a more open part of the valley where I wanted to spend the first night. It was around 50 degrees at this point and absolutely beautiful, although quite muddy with the snow melting. I set up the tent on a little grassy plateau above the old trail, and put the dog in the tent with some water to chill for a bit to get his paws warmed up. 

I ate lunch and dumped most of my gear to set out with just my camelback, bird pouch, gun, and dog down further into the valley to start hunting (about as happy as a dude can be). It was slow hunting at first but eventually we flushed some quails and a few hen pheasants. After about 4 hours it was starting to get dark. We had bagged 3 quails and were working our way back to camp. This is when things got somewhat strange.

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Pynchweek 1: Something old, something new, something borrowed

Ronan marries Adam in early September. Surrounded by friends and what remains of Ronan’s family. It’s one of those autumn days when light stays really low and golden and shatters through the forest as pillars.

The lawn at the back of the main house is big enough to accommodate the few dozen of them. Good food and lanterns and fireflies for the night. Adam had voted down a show wrestling, but they had agreed to pizza. Just them and the people they love. Nothing big, nothing showy, no fuzz, no nerves. Ronan had been so highly strung in the morning that he vomited between shower and putting his suit on.

Traditions were trivial to them, in a monumental way. There was very little room for we-should-do’s and it’s-always-been-this-way’s in their relationship when everything about them was new and untried. Someone else would have called Ronan and Adam adrift and rootless, but they had more history in each other than most people spanned in their entire lifetimes. Too much magic to hide away to pay attention to long-established conventions. No extensive families to appease, not people left to judge them. Their whole life together had been a ritual. Reconfiguring it to please others would have been a forced mock-up - and Ronan Lynch did not lie nor did Adam Parrish yield to the will of others.

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So late, a response to @rebelcaptainprompts‘s prompt “Serenity”. Really just an excuse to write a Firefly AU…

“We’ve got a job,” Jyn announces as she walks into the hold of her ship.

As it turns out no one but Baze is there, and he just grunts, there’s less impact than Jyn would have wanted. Luckily, no one is there but Baze to notice, and he’s busy working on his guns and not going to say anything, so she rolls her eyes and keeps going through the hold. Her hands run over the railing of the ship as she goes; her fingers come off grimy, but she can’t help her smile. Her ship. Beaten and almost broken and running on fumes sometimes, but it’s her ship.

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The Valley (Alexander x Reader)

Prompt: I got an idea while writing a request and yeah so.

Summary: The New York H.Q. has been taken over. You travel to the Valley.

Warnings: ummm lots of guns,

A/N: BTW this is set in the Oblivion universe you don’t it’s on @helplesslyprocrastinsting


You were going to die. Your lungs were constricting, and your legs were slowing. There was a British soldier chasing you, his bayonet starting to breach the distance of him and you. You saw the house that held the General and his Aid de Camps. You also saw and gun laying on the top step. You used the adrenaline coursing through you and speed to the stairs. You threw yourself to the gun, but there was a foot on it. You tried to grab it screaming looking up at the man who was about to be your death.
Alexander. He pushes your hands away and hefts the gun into his own arms and you grab onto his legs hiding your face as the soldier reaches the first step.
Your ears explode from sound that came from the gun as it was shot.
It had all seemed to happen in slow motion. Alexander grabbed you by your arm and led you through the panicking house.
“Alexander, take all you can, go to the valley.” The General said and he nodded.
“John!” Alexander yelled as he kept dragging you through the house. You made it to the back and walked out the door. It was calm back here a few men ran around panicked bringing horses from the front and the curly haired man turned to look back at you both.
“Take her to the valley, I have things to get still. Keep her safe.” He told John. Then he turned to you.
“I know your strong and smart, I know you can take care of yourself. But please just let John take you to the valley, I love you.” You nodded, the words not sinking in. Then they do and you wish you could force your mouth to form words but nothing came out. He’d told you he’d loved you before, but you’d never said it. You’d loved him in Kings College, you loved him when you left, you loved him now but you couldn’t force yourself to say it. you couldn’t really care if Alex had dragged you all over the place or someone was taking you to the valley, you still shaking from your mile run and almost dying.
“Where’s your coat?” He asked you. Oh yeah, you lost your coat, you couldn’t remember if it was at the entrance of camp or the battlefield.
You shook you head and you were wrapped in Alexander’s, he kissed your forehead and turned you to the horse.
“Go I will join you shortly.” He whispered. You nodded and jumped onto the back of the horse, John in front of you. Before you took off you grabbed the gun that was still in Alexander’s hands for your own.
“Let’s go.”
You rode as fast as you could but British officers still caught up to you. You heard bullets zip past your head and turned back to look.
You glared,“I’m about to do something dangerous,” you told John and proceeded to stand on the left stirrup and then put your leg back over the horse so you were facing the officers that were chasing you. You took the musket you held and put the ball Alexander had put in his jacket and the gun powder. You compressed it quickly and hefted it onto your shoulder. You aimed and fired, an officer fell off his horse and the horse was running towards both of you. When the animal was about to pass you, you grabbed the reigns.
There was still one more still chasing after you two. You threw the musket into the trees and reached behind you and toon John’s pistol cocked it and shot it. The officer fell off his horse and you put the gun in John’s empty holster. You told John to slow down and in turn the hours beside you slowed too. You got down and tired to calm the horse down. You raked at all the ornaments the British had put on the animal.
“Poor boy, look at you all done up in red and white.” You said as you took a few things off. You stepped up onto the stirrup and swung you leg to the other side. You patted the neck of the horse, and you trotted next to John.
“It’s been three days John, where is he. Everyone is here, except him. I have to go looking for him.” You said as you tried to walk past John, the general stood behind him.
“No, Alexander will be fine, you will stay in camp. That is an order from your commander.” Washington said and and you looked between them.
“No! Sir, please-” the general put his hand up for you to stop.
“Alexander will be fine.”
You wanted to scream, he was not okay, it was cold, and the roads were always crawling with British soldiers. He didn’t have a coat, he could have frozen to death, what if he’d been shot just as soon as you’d left, what if he wasn’t coming back. What if you never got tell him you loved him.
Then the sound of hooves hitting the cold hard ground sounded from the distance. You turned around as the rider came into view.
“Thank God.” He said as you stood there watching him. He slid off his horse and was only on his feet for a second before you were on him, knocking him to the ground.
“Alexander!” You said and kissed his face everywhere.
“I love you, I love you, I love you.” You said between kisses.
George and John stood there smiling. “Come John I believe the cool has dinner ready.” He said turning and walking away.
Alexander finally got you to stand with him and you took his hands you pressed them to your lips, his hands were so cold. “Alexander Hamilton, I’m so in love with you.” You told him and he moved one of his cold hands to your cheek. He didn’t say anything, but you heard a thousand words. You knew they’d all be in letters soon. You knew he’d write you even if your tents were only ten feet away. He could speak beautifully but his thoughts always came out best on paper.
“I love you.” He whispered as he kissed your temple.
“Thank you.”


Osomatsusan × Kabuki (2016 September)

the sextuplet disguise themselves as famous roles of kabuki(it is a Japanese traditional stage drama performed exclusively by men).

Osomatsu -子獅子の精 Kojishi No Sei
a lion cub kicked down by his father into the valley. a son and father dance together with wild shaking of their long manes.
the dance shows a parent forcing his cub to undergo harsh training to grow up strong.
from the program ‘Renjishi /連獅子/ Father and Son Lion Dance / a String of Lions’.

Karamatsu - 花川戸助六 Hanakawadono Sukeroku
Sukeroku represents attractive kabuki male figure. a samurai, Sogano Tokimune who search for the treasured sword under the guise of a street knight named Hanakawadono Sukeroku.
from the program ‘Sukeroku / 助六’.

Choromatsu - 松王丸 Matsuoumaru
Matsuoumaru, the second oldest of the triplets. they three were divided against itself and drawn into the vortex of politics.
as a result, Matsuoumaru sacrificed his son for his lord.
from the program ‘Sugawara Denju Tenarai Kagami /菅原伝授手習鏡 / Sugawara and the Secrets of Calligraphy’.

Ichimatsu - 源九郎狐 Genkurou Gitsune
a little fox lost his mother. his mother was hunt by human for a head of a hand drum. the sound of the drum haunted by mother fox’s spirit summoned her child. the drum became silent as the spirit of mother fox saw her son in deep sorrow.
from the program ‘Yoshitsune Senbonzakura / 義経千本桜 / Yoshitsune and the Thousand Cherry Trees’.

Jyuushimatsu - 一条大蔵卿 Ichijyou Ookurakyou
a paymaster general who lived at Ichijyou street in Kyoto, Ookura Naganari. he was the mock of the town, because his beautiful wife was hand him down from his lord, and he didn’t care it at all.
later, he confessed the reason why he pretended to be stupid to his wife.
from the program ‘Kiichihougen Sanryakumaki /鬼一法眼三略巻’

Todomatsu - 雪姫 Yukihime
Yukihime, a grandchild of a famous painter. when the enemy caught and chained her to a cherry tree, she gathered petals of cherry blossam together using her toe fingers, and drew a mouse with the petals on the ground.
the drawing turned into a real mouse, it bit off the rope and set her free.
from the program ‘Gion Sairei Shinkouki, Kinkakuji / 祇園祭礼信仰記〜金閣寺 / Gion Honoring Story, Golden Pavilion)

if you’d like to buy these kabuki Matsu merch, visit a store in Tokyo Station. they’ll start selling these from September 16th.
near the store, there is TV Tokyo Shop dealing with Matsu merch.

Shouchiku Kabukiya Honpo
Tokyo Character Street, Tokyo Eki Ichibangai B1F, Tokyo Station

anonymous asked:

I was rewatching the DnD episode in preparation for the second part and I JUST realised that Luke named his character Dob as in Dobbin, like all his BotW horses and that one Stardew Valley farmer. *shakes fist* WESTAWAY!

*shakes fist* WESTAWAY! 

Also I just love the fact that his horses are named Dobbin. For anyone who doesn’t know Dobbin is a pet name for a draught horse or a farm horse and it’s also just adorable!

I don’t think it was coincidence that I started writing this immediately before hearing about 503 week. So here’s a celebratory self-indulgence featuring my obsession with these two.

title: “Hey, Stupid”
words: 3K
pairing: Edward Elric/Winry Rockbell
rating: T
links: AO3 /
description: Or, some of Ed’s most notable reactions to Winry’s choice endearment.

“Is that really the nicest thing you can say to one of the guys who just saved the world?”

She knows he’s kidding, mostly. And she also knows he doesn’t want to tell her, just yet, how close “saving the world” came to mean the devastation of his. But it’s the first thing she can think of to say after he and Alphonse show up—unannounced, alive, entire, alive, smiling, alive—and she’s picked herself up and dusted herself off and turned what feels like eight hundred shades of red because oh, goodness, she threw herself on top of them. So she says it as a protective measure, with a little armor in her tone. You may be stupid, but I’m not. And out loud, she retorts:

“You’d really have to be stupid to try and save the world.”

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Confession is good for the soul

Based on THIS imagine from Imaginexhobbit


You were vaguely aware of a voice breaking into your reverie. You turned to see Thorin walking beside you with a concerned look on his face and shook your head slightly, focusing your attention. “Sorry?” 

“I asked if you were all right? You were frowning,” he answered. 

“Oh! Yes! I was just…lost in thought, I guess. Yes,” you smiled brightly, “I’m fine.” 

“Good.” He returned your smile. “Only another mile or two and we’ll make camp for the night.” His hand rested briefly on your shoulder and then he was gone, striding ahead to talk with Balin.

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Preference #6: Makeup Sex- Part 2 (Niall)

The sounds of Niall rushing down the stairs infuriated you even further, you were surprised you the chair below you hadn’t caught on fire from your rage yet. As he pads into the room, shoes in hand and stuffing his wallet in his pocket, you refuse to look up at him. He notices this of course, and sighs heavily.

“I’m sorry babe. I’ll be back later.” You feel him slip up behind you, leaning down to kiss you and you sit stiffly against his lips. He frowns at you. “C’mon. Yer not really t’at mad at me, are ya?”

“Of course I am!” You burst out, unable to take his attitude anymore, the way he acts like you should never be upset with anything just because he doesn’t want you to be. “I just can’t believe you’re actually leaving.”

“Ugh, can ya come off it? Y/N, it’s not like I knew t’ey were gonna call me up. I didn’t want ‘em to. But it’s me job, what am I supposed t’ do?”

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe honor the promise you made to me that tonight would be about you and me for once, not management or the fans?” When you finally meet Niall’s eyes, they’re hard and frustrated, so unlike the sweet way he usually looks at you. He shakes his head and he slips his shoes on.

“Quit makin’ me out like I’m t’e bad guy all t’e time. You know what you signed up for when ya dated me.”

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Imagine Shane kissing the farmer for the first time

“Hey, remember the first time we met here?”

Your feet were dangling off the edge of the dock, toes brushing across the surface of the cool water. Shane was seated next to you, shoulders occasionally bumping together.

“When I was having an existential crisis? Yeah, real good times.” He muttered, tipping back his can of beer. You rolled your eyes, playfully slugging him in the shoulder.

“You know what I mean!” You replied. “It was the first time I really got to know you! The first time you weren’t a total dick when I wanted to talk.” Shane winced, pointedly looking away as he sipped his drink. Carefully, you leaned towards him, bringing your shoulders together. “I appreciated it.” You continued. “I still do. Because if I didn’t have that opportunity then, we wouldn’t be here now. So thank you.”

“What’re you thanking me for?” Shane snapped, any real bite behind his words masked by the light blush high on his cheeks.

“For opening up to me.” You laced your fingers with his, squeezing gently. “For giving this a chance. I really do care about you, Shane.”

He was uncharacteristically silent, staring out over the water with a strange look on his face. Just as you were about to ask what was wrong, he spoke up, cutting you off. “Just so you know, I’ve only had one drink tonight.”

“Huh? Why would that matter?”

“I want you to know that I mean this.” Looking to Shane to ask what he meant, you were stopped in your tracks by the featherlight, chaste kiss he placed on your lips. He pulled away just as quickly, drink forgotten as he covered as much of his blushing face as possible with his free hand.

“Thank you.” He mumbled through his palm. “For not giving up on me.” You giggled, tugging his hand away from his face and yanking him into a hug, nervously reciprocated by his shaking arms.

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[A/N: Set in some nebulous, peaceful post-S4 future. For the @kabby-holiday-fun prompt - family feels.]

He’s putting his newly bought supplies from the fruit vendor in his pack when he feels Octavia’s hard stare at his back. He turns towards her and tilts his head, a questioning look in his eyes to meet her piercing stare.


“You didn’t correct her.”

He furrows his brow in confusion.


She motions towards the older grounder woman in the vendor stall behind them.

“You didn’t correct her when she called Abby your wife.”

He looks at Octavia for a long moment.

“Ah,” he finally says when it becomes obvious that she isn’t just going to let it go.

“You guys didn’t…” A look of hurt flashes across her face, quickly replaced by a practiced look of indifference. “I mean, I know I’m away a lot, so - .”

He shakes his head and reaches over to lay a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

“We didn’t get married since I last saw you. I just - .” He pauses and looks at Octavia, trying to find a way to explain that girlfriend seems too juvenile and temporary a thing to describe what Abby is to him, while partner is too sterile and unassuming to encompass all that she means. He shrugs as he levels the pack of supplies on his shoulder. “I don’t really know the word for what Abby and I are to one another.”

She huffs at that, though he knows he doesn’t imagine the look of relief on her face. After a moment, he sees a sly look blossom across her features.

“So,” she begins, elongating the oh sound, “I actually think the word you’re looking for is married.” He shakes his head at that and begins walking towards the bread stall at the far end of the market. She keeps pace with him and elbows him sharply below his ribs. “C’mon, Kane. You know you two were pretty much married even before you officially got together.”

He doesn’t say anything at that, mostly because he can’t really disagree with any sort of conviction. He stops to look over the wares at a metal-working stall, hoping to distract Octavia with the wicked looking weapons that are hanging up before them.

Unfortunately, it doesn’t work. She simply stops next to him and turns away from the stall to face him, bouncing on the balls of her feet.   

“So, are you gonna ask her?”

He blinks rapidly at her before rearranging his features into something approaching nonchalant.

“Well, according to you, we’ve been married for about a year already, so.” He lifts a shoulder in a casual half-shrug and continues looking at the metalwork in front of them.

She blows out an impatient breath and rolls her eyes.

“Yeah, but you guys should, you know, do it up proper. Make it official.”

He turns and raises an eyebrow at her.

“I never expected you to be into taking the proper route.”

She shrugs at that, a ghost of a grin on her lips.

“Well,” she admits, “it’s not for everyone.” She catches him looking at two intricately wrought rings laid out on the table in front of them and grins sharply at him. “But it seems right for the two of you.”

He doesn’t say anything for a long, expectant moment. Octavia doesn’t either, simply fixes him with a weighty stare and waits.

Finally, he turns towards her with a sigh.

“It just - it’s been - I mean, we just haven’t had the time to even talk about getting married.” He shakes his head and gives her a wry grin. “We have been a little bit preoccupied.”  

“But it’s a possibility?”

He tilts his head, considering. Between saving the world and keeping Arkadia running, quiet moments of personal introspection have been few and far-between. Still, he won’t deny the appeal of hearing Abby referred to as his wife; can’t, really, seeing as Octavia’s just caught him relishing it firsthand.

“It’s somewhere between a possibility and a plan,” he finally says with a smile.

She nods slowly, an inscrutable look on her face.

“I’ll take that - for now.”

He laughs out loud at that.

“Glad I could meet your standard.”

The corner of her mouth turns up in a half smile as she knocks her shoulder into his.

“Just, you know, I do wanna be there whenever you guys decide to make it official.”

He smiles down at her and nods.

“I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

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Patroclus seeking solace from his abusive father and absent mother in Achilles house

Oh gosh, this is really long. After a read more because of this!

His house has always been silent, in ways that a healthy child cannot fully comprehend. He has run on empty hallways, the echo of his footsteps the only sound, and he has never questioned it: the emptiness, the nothingness of his home. He has listened to it, at night, the wind through the trees too sharp to allow him to sleep. He have tasted it, while eating in the big hallway, servants silently making their way around him, only the booming orders of his father rippling through the air.

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Jungkook X Reader BTS imagine


Hiii fellow armies! Firstly I want to say a huge huge thank you to every person that liked and read my Suga imagine I really didn’t expect that many likes and it gave me a reason to smile all week. ily all!! <3

I wrote a new Jungkook smut, it took me ages and i’ve decided to make it more Jungkook-like because he is quite shy but gets confident later so I hope you enjoy. xoxo FIGHTING!!!

Rating: M, read at your own risk.


“ Finished.”

You stood up, hands clamped over your mouth as your teeth bit into your bottom lip to hold back the laughter. You analysed your boyfriend, Jungkook, who had a face coated in glittery make-up with an embarrassed facial expression.

His black hair was tied into two mini pig tails at the top of his head with yellow bow hair bobbles, his eye lids were covered in sparkly pink eye shadow with thick winged eye liner and his cheeks and lips were paintedpink. He looked like Jin hyungs dream come true.

Immediately you burst into a fit of laughter, hysterical tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you clutched your stomach.

“ Ooh- my-god- Jungkook-I can’t I can’t-” You gasped for air, the words not forming properly.

What have I done to him?

Jungkook huffed and gave you a strange look: “ Y/N can I look now, you’re scaring me.”

You didn’t answer and continued giggling at his confused but adorable expression.

He looked ridiculous.

Jungkook spun around and looked at his reflection, his jaw dropping and his eyes widening in horror: “ What the hell!?”

He pulled a face and turned to you, scrunching his nose in disgust.

He quickly rubbed his cheeks and his hands were covered in pink powder. He stood up, crossing his arms over his chest and whined like a baby:

“ Y/N,  I don’t like.”

You burst out laughing again and placed a hand on his chest: “ but it’s pretty!” You giggled and he wanted to smile at your cuteness but hid it.

Jungkook pouted and ran away into the bathroom and you shook your head, still giggling.

You walked over to your queen sized bed and found Jungkook’s spare t-shirt; it had been four months that you had both been dating and nobody had found out your relationship yet, most people thought he was dating a k-pop idol or something but nobody knew he was dating an ordinary girl who happened to bump into him one day and from then on was history.

You had sex with Jungkook a few times but it was quite awkward because you were  both shy and nervous when it came to these things although sometimes you wish it wasn’t.

Without thinking you slipped Jungkooks navy blue t shirt over your body, noticing that it reached just above your knees like a dress. You breathed in his minty scent and wrapped your arms around your waist, hugging the soft fabric to your skin.

The door opened and Jungkook walked in. A light pink blush tinted your cheeks because he was completely shirtless, his midnight black hair was fluffy with strands falling over his eyes and he was only in his black boxers with the red waistband. He was cute but also very handsome.

“ Y/N have you seen my t shirt-” He paused and his eyes scanned your body from head to toe, a deep red blush rising onto his cheeks.

“ I’m sorry, I should have asked-” You started but Jungkook was already in front of you, and his fingers were playing with the hem of your, or his, t-shirt.

He licked his lips and smiled shyly:

“ Cute.” He mumbled, his dark eyes timidly flickering up from your body to your face.

Your face flushed a crimson red and your heart started to beat fast, then a thought flashed into your mind.

A dirty dark thought and your pulse rate increased.

You peeled the t shirt off and dropped it onto the floor, kicking it away and a voice that didn’t sound like yours spoke: “ Maybe I should leave it off.”

Jungkook’s eyes grew wide at your words and even wider at the sight of you in your white lace bra and panties. You looked so innocent and pure and Jungkook couldn’t help but marvel at your body. He wanted to fuck you then and there and he felt his pants grow tight.

He gulped and his neck flushed a deep shade of red.

His silence started to make you nervous and regret your choice of words:

“ Um Jungkook sorry I-” You stuttered then in a quick flash you were suddenly pushed back onto the bed.

Jungkooks body was hovering above yours and his soft lips were placing gently kisses along your shoulder and collarbone, so careful that it was almost like he was afraid that you would break like glass under his touch.

He placed his lips near your ear and whispered: “ Maybe we should take everything off right?”

Your cheeked reddened and your lips quivered in anticipation, what was he up to?

He didn’t know what came to him but the sight of you in front of him was enough to send him over the edge to try something almost daring on his girlfriend.

Your fingers instinctively threaded themselves through his silky black hair strands as his lips brushed against your skin around the neck area. He grazed his teeth across it then bit hard, releasing a loud, surprised gasp from your lips.

This only drove him further as he continued biting in lust and sucking hard at your delicate skin, his warm tongue stroking the dark red marks as his hands gently roamed around your waist, fingers skimming along your trembling thighs.

He nervously unclasped your bra and brushed his hand across your breasts, placing a kiss just above them. You didn’t know how many love bites had been branded on your skin but you knew there were a lot by the time his lips were connected back to yours, his tongue exploring your mouth and you responded instantly in need.

Slowly he started to grind his crotch erotically into yours and the contact made your hips involuntarily buck up in arousal, you felt yourself getting damp down below and urgently wanted him inside you.

Jungkook groaned lowly and detached his lips from yours, trailing shy kisses down your shaking body; from the valley between your breasts to your lower stomach until he reached your panties.

“ Jungkook what are you doing?” You asked anxiously, feeling your body grow hot as his fingers played with the waist band of your panties, pulling it then snapping it back.

He looked up at you, hair wild, lips puffy and pink as dark glint passed through his eyes. He looked like a hot mess.

“ You’ll find out baby, be patient.”

Were his last words before he grasped the waist line of your white panties between his teeth and seductively pulled them down your legs.

Your heart thumped rapidly in your chest, never had Jungkook been like this, he was usually so shy and nervous but tonight, something changed within him. This was a whole new, confident side of him.

He tossed the panties away and his eyes darkened at the image of your beautiful body fully exposed to his hungry eyes only.
He wanted to try something and placed both hands on your thighs, pushing them wide apart.

You were embarrassed and tried to shut them but he only pushed them apart farther and pecked your lips:

“ Relax,” He assured, smiling coyly.

He dipped his head down between your thighs and pushed his tongue out, tortuously stroking your wet centre up and down, you whimpered in delight and your hands fisted the white bed sheets.

Jungkook noticed and continued in desperation, his wet tongue slowly circulated around your clit, twirling it around the dripping wet area before pushing it deeper and coiling his tongue inside you.

“ Fuck!” You moaned from the thrill and agony of it all and tried to push your legs together from the excitement but he held them firmly apart with his hands and continued his work.

It felt amazing, you moaned louder and your hands gripped his hair so his tongue pressed deeper inside you.

The dirty word that fell from your innocent lips drove him crazy. Quickly his tongue rotated around your sensitive area, pushing it in and out and without warning he entered a finger.

“ Oppa-” You mewled and he watched you, the dark pool of his eyes swirling in lust and excitement as he drew his finger out then inserted in back in, in out in out, the sight of you moaning and breathing his name under his control made Jungkook’s bulge grow tight in his boxers.

“ You like that baby? Feels good yeah?”

He placed a second finger in and you cried out, your breaths increasing as he pumped his fingers in and out, biting his lip to hold back a moan himself. He felt your walls tighten around his touch and he pulled his fingers out.

Jungkook leaned back and took his boxers off and placed a condom on before crawling on top of you. The small amount of confidence that appeared increased and the need to please you was like an obsession.

Your neck and face grew a crimson red at the image of him pushing his cock into you and the need for him was almost unbearable.

“ Are you sure you want to…?” He asked, nervously raising his signature eyebrow.

You nodded shyly and placed your hands on his biceps as he looked down into your eyes.

“ Show me what you’ve got.” You whispered and he did.

Instantly, Jungkook pushed his hard cock into your seeping wet clit and slowly rocked his hips against yours, scared that he might hurt you. But when you moaned his name, he stopped, his heart beat racing fast.

“ Is something wrong?” You stammered in panic and he shook his head and smiled.

“ It’s just…when you said my name…”

The sound of his name falling from your lips gave him the boost of confidence, grinding his hips harder into yours, fore arms placed either side of your head, he thrusted his cock fast into your centre.

“ Jungkook, please go harder Jungkook.”

You gasped for air as his hips bucked into yours, his large cock was pounding ruthlessly into your clit and the sound of his name drove him insane. He fucked you harder when you moaned and lifted your right leg over his shoulder so that he could pump his cock harder into you.

“ Please, Jungkook.” You begged even though you didn’t know why.

“ Say it again baby, say my name.” He breathed raggedly, beads of sweat racing down his temple to his neck.

Your finger nails were piercing marks into his biceps and he hissed as it stung yet he still enjoyed the sharp sensation.

He pulled his cock out and you whined from the emptiness and as soon as you did he pushed it back in, his lips leaving fiery wet kisses all over your collarbone before sucking hard at the dark bruised skin, releasing another light moan from your swollen lips due to the burning sensation.

He pulled out: “ Bend over Y/N.”

Your body was screaming in exhilaration as you bent over and you felt his hands grab your waist firmly. He placed a light kiss on your shoulder blade and ran his hand through your damp hair, placing it all on one side.

She’s so beautiful he thought to himself as he admired you from behind. She’s all mine

“ I think I’m going to…” You admitted as you felt the head of his cock brush against your centre.

“ I know, I think I am going too.”

His face and chest was glistened in sweat but neither of you cared.

Jungkook wore a silly grin before slowly pressing his cock deep into you then thrusting in a fast rhythm, the smacking sound of skin against skin reflecting from the four walls and your light whimpers and gasps mixed with his quiet grunting being the only thing heard in the room.

He gripped you tighter as his cock pumped in and out, in out, fast and hard and the intensity and fire through you into a chaotic spiral of euphoria.

“ Oppa- i’m going to come-” You panted as you felt your walls tighten around his cock which continued to mercilessly drill into you, pushing hard in and out.

“ Come baby, come on.” He encouraged and you did, squirming as you felt yourself about to come and when you tried to pull away he held you closer and pumped fast, helping you to ride out your high.

Moments later Jungkook spilled himself into the condom and threw it away, collapsing beside you, panting out of breath and your muscles ached.

You lay under the thin sheet and Jungkook pulled your back to his chest so that you were facing the opposite direction.

His fingers drew lazy patterns on your shoulder and you smiled tiredly, enjoying the comfortable silence.

“ Jungkook?”

“ Hmm?” He mumbled, pressing soft kisses along your shoulder and neck, eyeing the purple love bite he left you in pride.

“ Where did you learn to do that..thing?” You asked curiously.

“ What thing?”

“ You know,that thing you did with your tongue" You bit your lip, embarrassed.

You felt Jungkook grin against your skin: “ I’m twenty, I know what I need to know.”

You erupted into a fit of giggles and turned over so that you were facing him, looking at his toothy grin.

“ And what else do you know, you shy baby bun?” You giggled teasingly, tucking your hair behind your ear. Jungkook smiled.

“ I know three things, I love you is the first,” He kissed your cheek and your heart skipped a beat at the small gesture.

“ The second being that i’m an adult now  not a shy baby bun.” He frowned mockingly.

“ And the third?” You pressed on.

Jungkook wore a wolfish grin and skimmed your waist with his fingers: “ That you’re up for a round two.”

Things You Need to Do Immediately After a Workout For Maximum Results

Why those 30 minutes after your sweat session are also important

How you handle those 30 minutes immediately following a sweat session is just as important as the workout. Since we know it’s impossible to snack, stretch, and shower all at once, we recruited three top experts to weigh in and prioritize your post-sweat session routine—so you don’t have to.

0:00-10:00 Minutes: Stretch and Roll

The very first and most important thing you should do following a workout is stretch while your muscles are still warm. “You need to stretch before the muscles have time to cool down, which takes 30-40 minutes,” says Jordan D. Metzl, MD, a doctor of sports medicine at the Hospital for Special Surgery in New York City. “When the muscle cools, it contracts, and if you try to loosen it up, you can cause injury,” he says. Metzl recommends at least five minutes of stretching after a workout followed by five minutes of ironing out the kinks with a foam roller for proper recovery. “Ten minutes total is realistic for most people.” Try the Trigger Point Therapy GRID Foam Roller ($40, (See 6 Good Reasons You Need to Stretch for more convincing.)

10:00-20:00 Minutes: Change Your Clothes

Next, ditch your soggy sports bra and tights, even if you don’t have time to shower. “If you can’t wash, get out of wet clothes as soon as you can,” says Neal Schultz, MD, a dermatologist in New York City and the founder of BeautyRx Skincare. “They trap moisture that encourages the growth of germs, bacteria, fungus and yeast, which could invite a skin infection or cause breakouts,” says Schultz. It won’t make a difference whether you change within two, five or 10 minutes, but don’t wait longer than a half hour.

If for some reason you can’t shower or you forget extra clothes, Schultz suggests dampening a towel with water and patting your body, then pat with a dry towel to soak up as much moisture as possible in a pinch. “Bacteria doesn’t stand a chance of multiplying if you remove the moisture,” he says.

If you’re especially worried about breakouts, it’s much more important to cleanse your face before exercise rather than after. Schultz suggests removing your makeup and washing your face or swiping with a cleansing wipe. Try tossing something that’s easy to use on-the-go in your gym bag, like Beauty RX Exercise Kit ($12, (Try The Best Sweat-Proof Makeup too.)

20:00-30:00 Minutes: Refuel for Recovery

Last—but certainly not least—make sure to take in some food within 30 minutes of your workout. “That will optimize recovery, help reduce muscle soreness, and help you perform better during your workout the following day,” says Mitzi Dulan, RD, author of The Pinterest Diet: How to Pin Your Way Thin. “The 30-minute window is the peak time for potential to start rebuilding and replenishing muscles,” she says.

Pack a snack in your gym bag that aligns with your goals. Dulan suggests aiming for about 200 calories with about a 2:1 or 1:1 ratio of carbs to protein if you are trying to lose weight. If you are training for an event or wanting to maintain your current weight, aim for 300-400 calories with a ratio of 3:1 carbs to protein. Some options include: two Setton Farms Pistachio Chewy Bites, an Organic Valley Organic Fuel High Protein Milk Shake, or GoodFoods’ Cranberry Almond Chicken Salad.

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