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Downward Doggystyle

As Lexa exercises and shows off her flexibility, Clarke offers her a more exciting and pleasurable workout. She promises Lexa that she'll feel a deeper stretch

Here's my contribution to @wanhedasdaggerweek featuring my yoga Lexa x surfer Clarke au. This is for my amazing beta and lovely friend @lexa-griffins who has supported me and my au from day one

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"Twenty-nine, thirty and breathe." Lexa panted hard to herself as she finished her final set of flutter kicks.

“That looked really good babe!” You boasted as you filmed Lexa’s workout from the couch. Lexa had asked you to record her workout so she could analyze her form and document her progress.

“Thanks Clarke! It feels like my abs are on fire. Everything hurts.” Lexa winced as she wiped the sweat from her brow and chugged her water bottle.

“Don’t overwork yourself. I don’t want you to hurt yourself or pull a muscle.” You insisted to your girlfriend.

“Yeah. I’m just trying to push myself a bit more today. I feel like I’ve hit a wall in my training and need the extra oomph to get over it.” Lexa reassured you.

“Ok, just make sure you listen to your body. Also, about how much longer do you have? I’m checking the battery and we have about 30 more minutes left.” You commented after adjusting the camera on its tripod.

“That should be more than enough. I have a few more exercises to finish before I wrap up. Then we can shower.” Lexa emphasized the last part with a cheeky grin. Your eyes immediately darkened as Lexa eagerly smirked back. Lexa then continued her workout and maneuvered her body into a plank position.

As Lexa held her pose, you shamelessly raked your eyes all over her body knowing you would soon have her naked under the shower. Your gaze first lingered on Lexa’s sports bra that supported her perky breasts and showed off her hardening nipples. You longed to cup them and feel their weight in your grasp.

Next you imagined running your hands across Lexa’s lean body. You first wanted to admire the graceful strength of her toned back. Afterwards, your touch would follow the path of her muscles down her physique stopping at her abs. Your fingers would idly brush and play notes across the soft lines adorning her tummy.

Next, you would trace the contours of her obliques until you reached the waistband of her tights. You would give her hips a firm squeeze pleased at how supple they felt in your grip. You would then divert your attention south and trace the seams of her leggings and reveled how tight the fabric stretched across her mound. Finally, you would reach back towards your favorite thing about Lexa. You craved to dig your fingers into her ass and feel them clench tightly in response.

Snapping out of your lustful daydream, you felt yourself slowly getting hard under your sweatpants. Lexa then transitioned through several more stretches. Each new position showed off her lithe figure, soft curves, subtle abs, long legs, and firm ass at new angles for your sinful gaze causing your heart to beat faster. Your increased heartrate also pushed more blood to the growing heat between your legs.

As Lexa continued her cooldown routine, the minutes seemed to tick excruciatingly slow. Your leg started to bounce eagerly hoping that time would run faster or Lexa would cut her workout early. Lexa was blissfully unaware at your inner turmoil and your desperation to feel her warmth against and around you.

Lexa then raised her ass up as she transitioned into downward dog. This action caused her black leggings to mold tightly against her cheeks providing you a sinful view of the swell of her ass. You couldn’t hold in your desire any longer as you sprung up from the couch and approached her from behind. Her eyes remained closed as she focused on getting a deep stretch so she was oblivious to your sudden presence.

You throbbed underneath your sweats when you gazed between her legs and saw the damp fabric clinging tightly to her sex. She was wet and you knew it wasn’t just sweat from the faint musk you smelled. You smirked to yourself when you realized that you weren’t the only one aroused by the promise of sex after this workout. You were both already wet without the shower. You cupped Lexa between her legs and groaned when you finally felt her soaked core.

“Clarke.” Lexa shuddered as her form faltered slightly from your unexpected touch before she regained her composure.

“I think your form’s off babe. Don’t you have to keep your abs tight?” You teased when you saw her slouching as she leaned back into your fingers idly brushing her clit over her damp leggings. Lexa rocked her hips urging you to apply more pressure.

“Please love. I need more." Lexa looked back, pouted her lips, and begged with a tremble in her voice.

“What about finishing your workout?” You slyly grinned when you heard Lexa’s desperation in her words.

“Don’t care. I’m done. I just need your touch.” Lexa emphatically pleaded with you. You quickly caved into her request unwilling to deny your girlfriend what both she and you wanted. However, you decided to tease her a bit more.

"Like this?” You applied more pressure to her clit and dipped your fingers past her clothed entrance.

“Mhmn. Yeah.” Lexa quietly hummed out.

“Or this?" While your left hand was preoccupied with Lexa's crotch, your right hand reached around, squeezed her breasts, and pinched her nipples over her sports bra.

“Ahhh.” Lexa yelped from the pressure of your hands on her chest.

“But I think this is what you want?" You jutted your hips forward so she could feel your dick straining against your sweats.

“Fuck! You're so hard." Lexa gasped when your crotch was flush with her ass.

"You’re to blame for this babe. Just seeing you working out in your tight clothes as you move and stretch in all your flexible poses does that to me. Also, the promise of sex never fails to turn me on.” You cheerfully uttered as you started a slow roll of your hips hoping to get some relief for your dick against Lexa’s upturned ass.

“I don't think I can wait until the shower. I need you now – like this!” Lexa pleaded and started a rocking motion trying to match your movements against her sex.

“Are you sure you want me to take you like this? I mean…can you hold yourself up long enough?” You knew Lexa was in excellent shape but wondered if she had enough stamina after her strenuous workout.

“Trust me love. I've got plenty of core strength left. I know I can last longer holding myself up in downward dog than you can inside me." Lexa wiggled her butt and teased you with a smug look on her face.

"Ooof! Low blow babe. I'm getting better – slowly.” You dramatically gasped and held your hand to your chest feigning your hurt. You then playfully spanked her ass for her jab.

“Ow! I'm sorry love. You know I love how you can’t last long enough for me. It’s so flattering that I can make you cum in a minute. But yeah, you’ve been able to last longer and longer each time we have sex. I’m so happy for you.” Lexa kindly reassured you.

You felt your heart flutter at the sincerity in Lexa’s tone. You were still in disbelief at how patient Lexa had been with you from the very beginning helping you overcome your insecurities as an intersex woman. You always worried that Lexa didn’t find pleasure when you finished too quickly. You even blamed your smaller size as the main reason for this.

However, Lexa was gentle and honest with you. She constantly reassured you that she did enjoy sex with you – a lot – despite your doubts. She also never blamed your smaller size too. She even confessed that she preferred your size because it allowed her to show off her flexibility in various sex positions that worked better for you. Now, you wanted to return the favor and hopefully give Lexa the pleasure she deserved.

“Let me show you how much better I am.” You confidently beamed with a grateful look of appreciation towards Lexa’s compliment. You edged her soaked leggings further down her ass until they pooled at her knees. Your dick twitched as her firm cheeks and aroused sex were finally exposed to your lustful gaze. You were grateful that Lexa never wore underwear beneath her workout clothes.

“I don’t think I’ve told you enough times already just how much I love that you’re naked under your tights!” You enthusiastically praised as you lusted over your girlfriend’s naked upturned lower-half in front of you.

“I think I have a pretty good idea love since you always bring it up.” Lexa chuckled. “You know I hate panty lines. Plus, my leggings are already so comfortable that I don’t need to wear anything underneath.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” You mumbled as you were still distracted by Lexa’s ass in front of you.

Your dick throbbed in eager anticipation sensing it would soon be sheathed inside the soaked, tight cunt that Lexa presented in front of you. Lexa whined when you briefly pulled away from her to reach for the stash of condoms and lube hidden in the drawer. You then pulled down your sweats and underwear to free yourself. You tore open a condom, added a small drop of lube inside the tip, and quickly slipped it over yourself.

You sauntered back to Lexa who still held her form perfectly in downward dog. She had been watching you with rapt attention the entire time. Specifically, you saw her eyes darkening as they followed your cock. You still couldn’t believe Lexa found your body desirable. You still recalled how shy you felt when you were first naked in front of her. You were nervous you wouldn’t measure up to Lexa’s expectations. However, Lexa was thrilled to finally have sex with you. You remembered the pure desire dripping out of her that night when she couldn’t wait to feel you inside her for the first time. That feeling never left as you saw her cunt soaked for you right now.

You stood behind her and keened at the sight of Lexa underneath you in downward dog. Her firm cheeks were spread open exposing her sex to you. Anticipating your cock, her folds were petaled open and flush with arousal. Her cunt was at the perfect height and angle for you to enter swiftly in one stroke. However, you wanted to edge Lexa and delay your satisfaction of being inside her.

Lexa whined when she felt your dick sliding across her drenched folds instead of entering her from behind. You slowly drove your dick back and forth coating the condom in her arousal for a smoother glide inside her pussy. Your tip occasionally bumped against her clit causing her back muscles to shudder and strained whimpers to leave her mouth.

“Clarke – Please! I want you inside me now. I need a different kind of stretch that only you can provide.” Lexa urgently begged.

You adjusted your stance because you couldn’t deny what you both craved in this moment. With a firm grip on her hips, you easily entered Lexa in one thrust until your hips were flush with her ass.

“Fuck! I’ve never been this deep inside you. You’re so fucking tight...and hot.” You admitted when your cock reached places inside Lexa you’ve never felt before.

“Uh! Fuck! You feel so good too. Gimme a minute to adjust. I’m not used to you this deep.” Lexa shuddered as she took deep breaths to relax her tight muscles.

“Take as much time as you need.” You were grateful that Lexa needed a minute to collect herself. You also needed a moment to relax and calm down. Despite the thin barrier of the condom, you still felt every heavenly sensation of Lexa’s warmth embracing your dick.

You worried that if you moved even an inch, it would overwhelm you and cause you to cum immediately. That was exactly what you didn’t want to happen since you cockily boasted to Lexa that you could last longer. However, you weren’t prepared for how sensual it felt to fuck Lexa in this new position. Sure, you’ve fucked Lexa from behind before but never like this. Everything felt heightened when you were this deep inside her and you weren’t even moving yet. A shudder ran down your spine when you imagined how much more intense it would feel when you started thrusting.

You also wondered how Lexa felt in this moment. Did she have the same thoughts as you where everything felt more intense when you were this deep inside her? You could feel her cautiously squeezing around you trying to find the right pressure for her. Her walls made minute adjustments around you as they tried to accommodate the extra stretch you gave at this new depth. Before you could ask, Lexa spoke out.

“Damn, I don’t think I’ve felt anything this fucking good before!” Lexa groaned out when she finally felt herself starting to relax and loosen up. She could now focus on how different and amazing it felt when you were as deep as possible inside her.

“I thought it would be just like doggystyle but it’s so much fucking better.” You gushed. “I think we should call this downward doggystyle.” You struggled to confidently say your pun without bursting into laughter.

“Dork.” Lexa turned her head, rolled her eyes, and sighed at your lame joke.

“What? I think I’m a genius.” You quickly countered before you suddenly choked on your words when you felt Lexa purposely squeezing her walls around your cock.

“How about we get back to business love? I’m bent over for you and the last thing I want to hear are more of your dumb puns.” Lexa huffed before she suddenly lowered her voice. “I wanna hear you moan instead.”

“Ahh.” You grunted when Lexa clenched even tighter around your dick. “Understood babe.”

Your short banter helped diminish the sudden urge for you to cum. It wasn’t by a lot but it was enough for you to start moving slowly inside Lexa. You started a steady pace savoring how Lexa’s body responded to your strokes. You felt her walls stretching for you as you drove your cock back and forth. They clenched around your length trying to draw you deeper inside and hold you still. Lexa was right. You started moaning and grunting as you increased your pace and thrusted sharply inside her soaked cunt chasing your explosive release.

“Ahhh! Right there Clarke! Keep going.” Lexa whimpered when you grinded against her front wall. You both learned that your cock was the perfect size to consistently find and thrust against her g-spot. You modified your stance so you could angle your strokes and thrust more easily against it. You knew if you kept fucking Lexa like this, she would be shaking and gushing around your cock soon.

“Fuck!”

“Your dick feels so damn good!”

“You’re filling me up so well right now.”

“You’re gonna make me cum!”

Lexa cried out praise after praise when you changed the angle of your thrusts so you could drive your cock into her front wall where she felt the most intense sensations. You looked down at Lexa underneath you, arching her back, split open on your cock, cheeks rippling from your hips slamming against her, and desperately driving her ass back to meet your thrusts. Hearing Lexa’s passionate moans filled you with pride that you were the only one who could fuck Lexa like this. It also had the undesirable consequence of causing your own orgasm to quickly creep up on you.

“I don’t know how much longer I can last.” You struggled to get the words out when you sensed the familiar twitching in your shaft signaling your impending release.

“Do you want to slow down and try some of the techniques I taught you?” Lexa graciously offered when she felt the telltale signs of your throbbing length inside her core.

Neither of you were ready for your messy finish yet. You both wanted to hold on just a bit longer and savor the sinful experience of fucking each other in this new position.

“Yeah.” You groaned when you slowly pulled out of Lexa. You then noticed the long spit of wetness leaving her cunt attached to your condom. You almost came at the sight but managed to stave off your orgasm when you squeezed your shaft just behind your head just like Lexa showed you. In a matter of seconds, you felt your impending urge to cum disappear. You also took several deep breaths until you were confident you were ready to go again.

“Good?” Lexa asked with a proud smile on her face.

“Yeah. Thanks for showing me that. It’s a lifesaver babe.” You confidently grinned back in relief.

“You’re very welcome. Now, get back to fucking me love.” Lexa insisted as she drove her ass even higher up.

“Gladly.” You repositioned yourself behind Lexa and eagerly entered her in one smooth stroke aiming for her g-spot again. You knew you found it when Lexa uttered a soft moan and her walls suddenly clenched around you. You keened at how Lexa’s body desperately missed your cock and welcomed you back with a tight and wet embrace. You gave her hips a quick squeeze before you pulled out and started fucking her hard again.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Lexa moaned out and cried at how great you felt back inside her cunt.

As you continued fucking Lexa, you noticed her arms shaking, feet losing grip, and back muscles starting to flex and strain. She had spent more time than she anticipated in downward dog and it was starting to show. It also didn’t help that Lexa had to steady herself from your hips thrusting relentlessly against her ass. No matter how firm or big her ass was, it didn’t provide enough cushion the longer you fucked her. You could feel Lexa struggled to fully hold herself up as you had to support more of her weight with your tightening grip on her hips.

“Fuck Clarke. I don’t think I can hold myself up any longer like this.” Lexa whined as she felt her strength slowly being drained.

“Can you hold on a bit more babe? I know you can do it. I’m almost there. Can you be a good girl for me?” You softly cooed sensing Lexa’s growing struggle. You knew she had the core strength to last and wanted to push her.

“Yeah. I wanna be good for you love.” Lexa whimpered when she was soothed by your reassuring words. You saw Lexa dig her heels and adjust her hands on her yoga mat for better grip. She then flexed her muscles and tightened her stance to correct her slouching form in downward dog.

Lexa had unlocked a new source of energy and determination. You were proud of your girlfriend and wanted to reward her tenacity. You focused all of your energy into making sure Lexa came with you. You reached around and rubbed her clit. You slowed down your thrusts and fucked her with shallow strokes so you spent as much time as possible stimulating her g-spot.

Lexa cried out incoherent moans and whimpers in response. She felt conflicting sensations all over her body. Her legs, arms, and abs hurt from the strain of holding herself up but the deep strokes of your cock against her walls electrified her nerves with an intense pleasure.

You felt so close to your own climax but it wasn’t due to the intense sensations of Lexa’s silky soaked walls wrapped around your throbbing cock. No, it was due to the sweet and raspy moans leaving Lexa’s mouth as you pulled her back and forth against your cock. Pride caused your chest and cock to swell up that you were the cause of Lexa’s filthy moans.

That’s when you felt it. Lexa’s walls suddenly clenched around you halting your thrusts and holding you still. A second later, her cunt rhythmically squeezed and tightened around your cock signaling the start of her orgasm. You then felt a flood of wetness soaking your dick and gushing out between your bodies. You quickly succumbed to your own orgasm from the rhythmic patterns of Lexa’s muscles milking your cock forcing you to shoot out jets of cum into the condom.

“Lexa? You okay babe?” You prodded when you saw her body starting to relax again. However, Lexa didn’t respond so you assumed she was still recovering and didn’t have the mindset to think clearly yet. You gently lowered Lexa to the floor and allowed her to rest on her yoga mat as she regained her strength and consciousness.

“Clarke. Clarke. Clarke.” Lexa was passionately moaning your name. Your voice never sounded sweeter than when Lexa was in the throes of her climax. Suddenly, Lexa’s muscles holding her taut suddenly buckled from the intensity of her orgasm racking her body. Her body and legs were shaking uncontrollably so you quickly tightened your grip to hold her up so she wouldn’t fall down.

You didn’t pull out and were still inside Lexa knowing she sometimes clenched around your dick to soothe herself and come down after a strong orgasm such as this. She also enjoyed feeling your weight above her and felt safe and protected underneath you. It was one of her favorite forms of intimacy with you. You peppered Lexa’s backside and neck with nips and kisses waiting for her to come back to you. You whispered soft affirmations of love, desire, and appreciation into her ear too. 

“I love you Clarke.” Lexa softly breathed out when she finally regained her awareness. 

“I know.” You tenderly responded as you leaned over and kissed Lexa. Your heart fluttered as you both smiled widely into the kiss. Pulling back, you both had a dopey grin on your face. 

Your moment of bliss was interrupted when Lexa’s fitness tracker started beeping on her wrist. Lexa quickly checked her notification to silence it. 

“Uh Clarke? My watch accidently recorded our sex as a high intensity workout.” Lexa awkwardly informed you as a bright red blush adorned her face.  

“Really? That’s so funny. Show me the stats.” You pleaded as you struggled to suppress your laugh at Lexa’s adorable embarrassment. Lexa sighed before she rolled her eyes and held up her wrist so you could both scroll through the various fitness metrics it had recorded. 

“Wow. Your heart rate peaked over 100 beats per minute during your orgasm! You should start recording that in your workout journal.” You suggested enthusiastically.  

“I am not going to record that stat in my journal Clarke. That’s so personal. What if someone reads that?” Lexa vehemently protested. 

“Lexa! Look at how many calories you burned during sex. Damn that’s a lot. I think you should start adding sex to your daily workout routine.” You hoped that Lexa would take your suggestion seriously.

“We already fuck at least twice a day Clarke. How much more do you want?” Lexa countered. 

“Well, I –“ You started to respond before Lexa swiftly interrupted your train of thought. 

“Don’t finish that. I already know the number and that’s unreasonable. We’re still in college and have classes to attend.” Lexa scoffed back. 

“You should wear your fitness tracker whenever we have sex now. You can record it as hot yoga.” You proudly grinned. 

“Oh my God! Clarke stop!” Lexa groaned, dropped her face, and hid her embarrassment into her yoga mat.

“I’m sorry Lexa but you know how I love teasing you.” You quietly apologized as you nudged your head against Lexa trying to coax her back out and face you.

“Can we talk about something else?” Lexa timidly asked when she turned and faced you.

“We don’t have to talk at all.” You cockily boasted with a smolder. 

You groaned when you felt Lexa’s enthusiastic approval as she squeezed around your dick which had softened inside her. She must feel rejuvenated now as she tried to help you get hard again.

“I need to grab a new condom and I can’t pull out if you’re holding me too tight babe.” You urged when Lexa’s walls didn’t release their tight grip on you. Lexa sighed because she didn’t want to let go of you just yet. You kissed her pout away and promised you would be quick. You pulled out and quickly discarded the used condom. You then grabbed some wet wipes and hastily cleaned both you and Lexa up.

Lexa grabbed a condom from the stash and beckoned you close to her. She gave your cock several strokes to make sure you were fully hard. She then tore open the packet, gave your dick a small kiss on the tip, and sheathed the condom down your shaft.

“I have another yoga pose that I want you to fuck me in. It’s the bridge position.” Lexa keenly told you before she laid down on her mat, spread her legs apart, and lifted her hips up. “And don’t worry. This pose is easier on me so you can take your time fucking me love.”

Your eyes widened, jaw dropped, and your dick twitched when you saw Lexa spread open and presenting her soaked cunt for you to fuck again. Who knew yoga poses were so versatile? You dropped to your knees, moved towards her, and positioned yourself in between her legs. You first ran your hands across her thighs, up her mound, and over her abs. You were always in awe of Lexa’s toned physique and craved every opportunity to touch her.

“Having fun love?” Lexa giggled while you were distracted worshipping her body.

“Yeah. Sorry about that.” You blushed when you realized several minutes had passed and she was still waiting for you to fill her up.

“No worries. It’s so cute when you get super focused on me.” Lexa happily insisted to you. “Wanna explore the inside of me now?” Lexa smirked.

You didn’t want to keep her waiting any longer. Again, Lexa’s entrance in bridge pose was at the right height and angle for you to easily slide inside her. It’s like her body was made for exactly for you. You shifted your stance and started pressing your cock past her folds which easily parted for you. Your dick slid deeper inside Lexa inch by inch until you bottomed out. She gave you a reassuring squeeze that you could start moving.

You pumped your hips back and forth keeping a languid pace. You weren’t in a rush to finish. You wanted to savor all the sensations you felt as you slowly fucked Lexa. You focused more clearly on all the different textures you felt inside her like the various ridges surrounding your cock. You also felt how different her g-spot felt. It was a spongy texture compared to the smoothness everywhere else.

You then wondered if Lexa did the same and focused on how your cock felt inside her. You looked down and saw her eyes were tightly closed. It seemed like she was in a deep concentration right now. Was she feeling the details of your shaft as you slowly thrusted inside her? Did she appreciate the way you filled her up? Lexa then opened her eyes and caught you staring intensely at her.

“What love?” Her head tilted when she asked you.

“You just look so beautiful right now.” You gushed when you couldn’t hold in your feelings right now.

“Charmer.” Lexa’s face beamed from your compliment and showed off her dimples with her wide smile.

Her hand then reached up and covered your own holding her hips up. Her thumb rubbed soothing circles across your skin before she squeezed your palm. You knew what it meant. She wanted you to stop moving but you weren’t sure why.

“I wanna kiss you right now.” Lexa clarified when she saw your confused expression.

A joyous grin broke out on your face as you couldn’t contain your excitement. You carefully lowered yourself down so you could reach her face. Your nerves ignited when you kissed her. You soon felt a blissful warmth flooding your body. You continued making out, trading tender kisses with each other. You finally pulled back when the need of oxygen surpassed your need of her.

“Let’s get back shall we?” She pleaded when you saw her eyes raw with passion for you.

You nodded and pulled yourself back up. You readjusted your position and checked in with Lexa that you were ready. She returned a gleeful smile prompting you to resume. Lexa’s face soon scrunched up in delight, mouth gaped open, and abs flexed when you swiftly found her g-spot again.

"Love, don't let your hips fall. Keep them up." You teased when you saw her form off due to your strong thrusts against her front wall. She playfully stuck her tongue out at you but followed your instructions.

You then reached forward and squeezed Lexa’s breasts over her sports bra. They felt firm as you took turns cupping each one in your hands. You were somewhat disappointed that Lexa still had her sports bra on. You wished you could see them moving in sync with your thrusts but her bra kept them firmly in place. Your thumb brushed over her nipples that started to point out. You knew her nipples were sensitive so you stroked, rubbed, and pinched them knowing it drove Lexa wild.

“Love? How close are you right now?” She sharply panted out after a few minutes.

“I feel like I’m almost there. Why?” You admitted when you realized the familiar signs of your climax had suddenly snuck up on you.

“I have one more position I want to surprise you with. I think it’ll be the perfect one for you to finish in.” Lexa insisted.

“What’s it called?” You eagerly mused.

“It’s the plow pose!” She excitedly squealed.

Your attention piqued from the obvious name of the pose.

“It’s actually an advanced yoga pose I found online. When I saw it for the first time, I wanted to see if it would work as a hot sex position with you. It’s tough to hold this pose for long so I’ve been practicing in private to get better. I can hold it for two minutes before it’s too much. That should be good enough for you right – not that two minutes isn’t short – it isn’t – I swear – it’s a good time – long enough for me.” Lexa awkwardly rattled on.

“Of course I want to try it with you babe.” You chuckled to save her from embarrassing herself anymore. You just adored seeing how cute and flustered Lexa got when she rambled. She signaled for you to stop and pull out so she could get into position. You sat on your heels giddy as you awaited her final pose.

Lexa stayed in a bridge but she suddenly lifted her legs up until they pointed directly at the ceiling. She then drove her legs forward towards her chest until her toes landed on the floor behind her head. Her raised hips were aligned with her shoulders that supported her weight on the floor. Her torso was almost at a ninety-degree angle which meant her sex was pointed straight up at the ceiling.

“Ta-da! What do you think love?” Lexa cheered once she finally settled into the plow pose.

“Fuuuuuuck!” You groaned heavily in astonishment that Lexa had practically folded over herself. You’ve never been more grateful for having a flexible girlfriend.

“Hurry up Clarke. I can’t hold this for too long.” Lexa insisted.

“I’m coming babe.” You responded without a second thought.

“Already? You’re not even inside me yet.” Lexa playfully teased you.

“Dork.” You sassed back.

You stepped up to her a bit unsure how to get yourself into position and enter her. Luckily, Lexa saw your predicament and guided you. You leaned over her and placed your hands on the back of her thighs. You cautiously pushed them down until you hovered over her entrance at the right angle. You just had to drop your hips and you’d be inside her.

“Go ahead love. Fill me up!” Lexa eagerly beckoned.

You lowered your stance and pushed through her folds. Your moans became more unrestrained as you forced her walls to adjust around you the deeper you sunk. You shuddered when you finally bottomed out. Being soaked inside her warm cunt overwhelmed your senses. She felt tighter, wetter, and hotter in this new position. You groaned trying to suppress yourself from throbbing too much.

“Fuck Lexa! I’m already so close – I haven’t even moved yet! I don’t think I can last long.” You anxiously confessed, worried you would finish after a few sloppy thrusts.

“Hey it’s okay. Deep breaths love. Cum when you need to.” Lexa soothed seeing the nervousness on your face.

“But I just want to be good enough for you.” You uttered in a hushed voice.

“Love you are.” Lexa tenderly reassured you.

“But – “ You replied apprehensive of Lexa’s words before she interrupted you.

“Clarke. Love. I just want to enjoy this with you no matter how long you last.” Lexa smiled affectionately at you. “It’s a new position right? I don’t expect you to be great at it yet. There’s plenty of chances for you to get better. Just be with me now and it’ll be good for both of us. I promise.”

“Fuck you’re amazing! I love you.” You choked out. Lexa always knew what to say to help you overcome your insecurities.

“I know. Deeply.” Lexa smirked and clenched around you to emphasize her last point.

“Fuck!” You whimpered and jerked your hips forward caught off guard by Lexa’s walls squeezing you even tighter.

“Now, don’t hold back for me love. It’s the plow pose for a reason. I want it hard and fast!” She keened.

Lexa wanted you to become selfish. Right now, she didn’t care about her own pleasure but only yours. She chose this position specifically for you. She practiced holding this pose in private for you. She imagined being fucked by you like this. You didn’t want all her hard work to go to waste. You cast aside your anxiety about finishing too fast. Instead, you focused on how filthy it would feel to fuck Lexa in this position.

You drove your hips up then slammed them back down onto Lexa’s ass. You repeated this over and over so your cock would plow up and down inside her cunt in long, heavy strokes. At this extreme angle, it felt like gravity was helping you drive your cock deeper, faster, and harder inside her body. You realized how intense each thrust felt in this position and desperately chased your climax uncaring how fast it would arrive.

You peered down and saw Lexa looking seductively up at you. Her eyes were dark with lust. She bit her lips as she marveled at your intensity. She moaned and cried to the beat of your thrusts. They joined in the sinful symphony of the heavy slaps of your hips against her ass coupled with the wet squelches of your cock plowing her cunt. You felt her hopelessly squeezing around you in a vain attempt to hold you still but your thrusts easily overpowered her as you forced your way deeper chasing your messy finish.

“Clarke!” Lexa desperately whined as her eyes rolled back after a sharp thrust against her g-spot.

Hearing how sweet she moaned your name ignited your nerves and pushed you to your explosive climax. You growled hard and filled the condom with heavy spurts of your cum. You whimpered when you felt Lexa’s muscles matched the rhythmic pulses of your throbbing cock. Her body craved to be soaked in your release that the thin latex barrier held back.

After your orgasm ran through its course, you gently unfolded Lexa and lowered yourselves to her mat. She had a dopey grin of bliss plastered on her face as you carefully settled your weight above her. You were both sweaty but neither of you cared. Her legs were still tied around you as you rested. She wasn’t ready to let you go and you weren’t ready to pull out. You nuzzled into each other’s neck and traded tender kisses. You rubbed soft circles around her hips while she ran her hands up and down your back to soothe each other.

“I’m gonna be so sore. But it’s the good kind of sore.” Lexa heavily breathed out after she caught her breath.

“Was that … good for you?” You hesitantly asked.

“Fuck that was so hot love! That went better than I imagined. I love how hard you came.” Lexa excitedly blurted out.

“Yeah? It felt really intense for me too. Thanks for finding this position and holding it for me.” You cheerfully nodded impressed at Lexa’s endurance and flexibility.

“You’re welcome love. We are definitely gonna do this again! But I need more practice to stay longer in plow pose.” Lexa playfully shared.

“I also need some practice to improve my stamina. Luckily, I have the hottest workout partner to help me out.” You bragged.

Lexa beamed and flashed you a toothy smile. Afterwards, you were both content to just lay there soaking in each other’s warmth. You still had time until you felt yourself softening and had to remove your condom. However, your tranquil bliss was broken when Lexa suddenly gasped.

“Love. Did you ever turn off the camera?” Lexa frantically squealed.

“I think so? Why?” You hesitated as you struggled to remember.

“Look.” Lexa tapped you on the shoulder so you could both face the couch where you had set up the camera mount. When you turned your head, you saw the red recording light of the camera still flashing.

“Oh my God! It’s still on!“ You yelped out.

“We made a sex tape!” Lexa exclaimed in pure shock.

“Do you want to watch it? I could judge your form babe.” You sheepishly asked Lexa after a few seconds of awkward silence.

“Only if I can critique your technique too love.” Lexa flirted back.

“Deal. So shower then movie night?” You offered with a smug grin on your face.

“Let’s skip the shower and save some water. I have a strong feeling we’re gonna be sweaty again real soon.” Lexa smirked

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Pairing: John Price x fem!oc (3rd person pov)

Word count: 4.4 K

Warnings/tags: smut, p in v sex, established relationship, pet names, suggestive dialogue, swearing, drinking, caught in the rain, stuck in a blackout, couple plays truth or dare, super long winded set up for porn, and a slightly rushed ending

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Rain pelts down on the concrete streets of London, the scent of cool drops hitting hot pavement one of the rare scents that could only be attributed to summer in the middle of the city – not quite petrichor, but that bleach clean scent of ozone remained apparent as the storm builds to its height. Thunder booms, shrouding once sunny skies in clouds the colour of deep bruises, shades of purple and green, while lightning cracks in bright luminescent streaks worthy of ancient beliefs in Thor or Zeus’ wrath.

Amongst the masses splashing through the quickly pooling puddles, John rushes Rory inside their townhouse, his jacket held over their heads as a deterrent from the rain, though it does little good as the precipitation pours with the steady flow of a broken faucet on full blast, an absolute deluge coming down at once. They're soaked. Drowned rats with matted hair and sopping wet layers of clothing glued to their forms. 

Once inside the four walls meant to shelter them, they are no safer from the clutches of the storm. Rory flicks at the switch by the front door – click-click, click-click – doing nothing at all. The interior of the townhouse left tenebrous, shadows creeping in from the darkened corners. “Bollocks,” she mutters under her breath, heading to the coat closet and grabbing the candles and battery-operated lamps in her power outage kit – even in an unplanned crisis the woman is never unprepared. 

Water sloshes off of her as she moves about, dripping down the contours of her face from her drenched hair as John grumbles, peeling off waterlogged shoes and socks by the front door, his jacket in no better shape. “Worse spots we could be in, love. At least we’re at ‘ome, liquor cabinet stocked, gas is still on so we can cook the perishables.” “Yes. Yes, I know. Ever the pragmatist, John,” she snarks before heading to the kitchen for the lighter. “Comes with being a Captain.”

His reply is muffled as he moves down the hall, the sound of wet bare feet slapping on hardwood floors following after him, and she rolls her eyes. “Well make sure ‘the captain’ mops up after himself, yeah? Don’t need puddles on my floor,” she calls back. Rory begins lighting candles and placing them around the kitchen, filling the space with the warm amber glow of firelight flickering as a draught from the open window flows throughout. Entering moments later, John rubs a towel through his hair and tosses it at her after she places the last candle on the table in the corner nook. 

“Cheers.” She runs the terry cloth through damp strands, rustling it back and forth, leaving her hair a wild, haphazard mess of waves. “So, what do we do to pass the time for the next however many hours?”

A smirk is the only reply she receives from the bulky man in her periphery. Piercing eyes, normally steely and hard while focused on war and staying alive, sparkle with playful intent. A life to them that Rory only finds in their moments alone. The man who, when they’re miles away from base, gets to fold up and pack away things like duty and honor the way he does his clean laundry neatly into drawers.

“Fuck off, you do not have the refractory period of a 15 year old boy, pillock.” Tossing the soggy towel back at him with a grin, it slaps against his barrel chest like a dead octopus. A hearty chuckle fills the room, blue eyes sparkling from behind crinkled lines in his face. “Mind out o’the gutter, my girl. Was just gonna say we could take a nap.” Bouncing on his heels, proud as a peacock with the way he grins at her. 

She hums skeptically, “Is that so?” Her fingers curl around her hips as she stands before him, challenging him like always. “And Soap doesn’t have a bloody rolodex going of numbers he gets from the bar.” “That may be so,” John purrs, drawing closer, dropping off the soggy towel onto the top of the kitchen island. Strong arms wrap around her waist as he stands behind her, drawing her closer to him, grinding his hips against her backside. His mouth near her ear, the bristles of his beard tickle her cheek. “But I think we can both agree after going a round or two together, a rest is often necessary,” he breathes seductively, voice rough and low with desire. “Isn’t that right, love?” “So much for my mind being the one in the gutter.”

He tips his head to the side, angling it to better kiss the side of her neck, plush lips softly pressing to sensitive skin. “Could do something else instead with our time,” Rory offers.

“Like what?” He mumbles against her, lost in his own advances while nuzzling against her slick flesh. Collecting drops of rainwater that roll down the smooth column of her neck on his whiskers.

“Truth or dare? Share a bottle of whiskey while we do it?”

His laugh is a deep rumble in his chest, vibrating against her slender body and through her back as his hands knead at moist clothing cleaving to her frame. “You want to play a bloody kid’s party game?” 

Rory shrugs, nonchalant. “Why not?” “Sure know how to drive a hard bargain, Sinclair,” he snickers.

“Oi, on your bike.” Her elbow moves to gently nudge him in the stomach, her nose wrinkling as she plays up her mock annoyance.  

“Fine. Are we playin’ ‘7 minutes in Heaven’ while we’re at it then?” A lopsided smile pulling at his mouth as his brow cocks.

“That’s for afterwards.” With a frisky wink she grabs a bottle of whiskey and two glasses from the counter. “Now, come on.” Placing them on the floor, she sits with her back resting against a cabinet and pours them each a double. The amber liquid streaming in carefully controlled twists of her wrist, she’s a woman well-practiced in the art of a properly measured dram. John sighs and slowly lowers to the floor, careful with his knees and lower back as he settles, his long legs stretched out between his place against the oven door and the kitchen island in front of him. She slides one of the drinks across the tiles towards him and they clink their glasses together in a toast. “To the most ridiculous way two grown military officers could possibly spend their time together.” A bright, lilting giggle fills the space between them as dimples carve into her cheeks. 

“Haven’t done this since before I was at Sandhurst,” he muses quietly, lifting the glass and bringing it to his lips, taking a hefty sip. “Without the drink, ‘course.”

“Oh, of course.”

Sitting in the dark of their kitchen, candles aglow, it was more intimate than it likely should have been considering their choice of entertainment for the foreseeable future while the power was out. Sipping at their drinks, enjoying the smooth, warm burn of the top shelf liquor Rory always had in her collection, they sat together as if it were any other Saturday evening. “Right, sweetheart. Truth or Dare?” John asks, breaking the silence first.

“Truth.”

“Really?” Placing the glass down on the floor beside him with a gentle crystal chime against the dark marble. “Right off the bat, not even going to go for a little danger? What happened to my brave Lieutenant, eh?” His crooked grin appears all the more sinister in the dampened light.

“Yeah, and if I hadn’t said ‘truth’ you would have given me shit about ‘not trusting you’. So piss off, you bloody prat.” He laughs once more, nodding. “Probably right, I just might’ve.” Blue eyes roam around the ebony wood cabinets of the kitchen as he thinks of a fitting question for Rory’s first choice of truth. “Our very first time together – would we have still ended up in the stall if I had the mutton chops?”

Rory, choking on the sip of whiskey she was currently drinking, coughs up the alcohol as she pats her hand against her chest, laughing. Her voice a throaty croak as she speaks, “Fucking hell, not pulling any punches, are we?” “Well?” He remains stoic, waiting for her answer, the brusque response of the Captain and not John. A barely visible curl pulls at the corner of his lips. 

“Probably.” She angles her head to the side and examines him in detail, roaming over him, imagining the baby-faced Lieutenant she met all those years ago with her future husband’s choice of facial hair. “Not exactly a look most girls are used to seeing, however. Few men can pull off the style of someone who would blend in rather nicely in an old west saloon.” A smirk pulling at her full lips as she jokes with him. 

“Probably?” John’s heavy brow furrows as his penetrating gaze lands on her, burning into her like a laser sight.

“Don’t know how the 23-year-old me would’ve felt about them.” Her one shoulder lifts in a shrug. She’s never been anything but honest with him, John having always appreciated her bluntness.

“Ah, so it takes a more mature and refined woman to respect ‘em, yeah? Not worthy of a bathroom stall, but a romp in a tent suits ‘em just fine?”

Laughing, her head tosses back, amplifying it. “Fine, you got me there.” Stretching out from her cross legged position, prodding his shin with her toes, she taunts him, continuing the schoolyard antics that started with the choice of game.

However, she’s met by the swift response of John leaning towards her and taking her hand in his. Her dainty one overwhelmed by his grip as he brings her knuckles to his lips, kissing them softly, the stubble of his beard brushing against her soft flesh. “Glad I waited to grow ‘em out then.”

“Wouldn’t have you any other way now.” Hazel eyes sparkle as she gazes at him, reflecting the candlelight in the amber flecks of her emerald depths. 

“Suits me, my girl.”

A cozy moment of silence settles between them, smiling at one another, rapt in one another’s shared attention. Six years together. It wasn’t all bliss, but it certainly suited them, with enough memories to fill several albums. Love, the most earnest either of them had ever felt, and it was only for each other. “Truth or Dare?”

“Dare,” John answered, not hesitating for a moment as he released her hand.

“Find the most embarrassing item of clothing you have in the closet, and tell me why.”

“Cheatin’.” He points his finger at her, suddenly a stickler for the rules. “Tha’s a truth and a dare.”

“Maybe so, but fuck it, if we’re gonna play a teenager’s game we might as well have teenager’s rules.”

Steely eyes narrow, his mouth purses making his mustache twitch in response. “Is this just a chance f’you to make fun of that Christmas sweater mum got me last year?”

Shaking her head, she works to hold in a chuckle that tries it’s hardest to sneak past tight lips. “I didn’t say dorky, I said embarrassing. Something with a little more meaning behind it than a big reindeer head with a light up nose – as adorable as that was on you,” she teases.

Jaw clenching, his nose wrinkles as he grimaces. “Fuckin’ ‘ell.” Rising with a grumble, he uses his mobile flashlight to find his way through the darkened home. In the silence, free from the usual electrical hum of appliances, Rory relaxes against the cupboard and sips her drink. Quiet and her weren’t usually on good terms. Unlike John, her peace was found through noise, chaos. Silence simply let the ghosts that haunted her seep in, her usual means of coping keeping them at bay. But, for once, she seems to enjoy the relative calm. A certain sensory deprivation about the stillness and the dark, the peaceful hypnotic dance of candle flames flickering around her, keeping her from drifting too far into the shadows in her head. 

Arriving back in the kitchen several minutes later, John unfurls an old Motorhead tee shirt, the once black material now worn out and grayed with age. 

“Motorhead?” Her brow lifts. “How is that embarrassing? I already know your music taste, love.” A cheeky smirk pulls at her lips as she crosses her arms over her chest.

He sighs and drags a hand through his hair. “You wanted the story behind it, yeah?” His brow lifts to meet hers, staring at her from under the ridge, frustration apparent on his face. “So, let me tell it.”

“Go on then.” Holding out her hand in an invitation to him to sit and tell the tale. As he sits, her hands return to the space between her lap, cupping the glass that sits nestled between her thighs, body heat warming the last sips of liquor inside.

“Right. So, before we met – the first time, I mean – there was a bird. Had just gone and seen the band live in concert on my leave, been sweating and fighting my arse off in Iraq before that, meant to give this to her before I left again,” he says, gripping the shirt tight in his fist like he’s choking the life from it, the tendons in his arms standing out in stark relief. “Didn’t work out, for several reasons.” By the tone of his voice, she can already tell it was less than amicable. No wonder he had been looking for a quick hook up the same way she had all those years ago. “But I liked the shirt,” he shrugs, “Had it sitting at the back of the closet for years now.” Tossing the shirt away from him, it skids across the floor in a crumpled mess. Rory’s eyes follow it’s trajectory, attuned to the movement like it's a target in the sight of her scope. Her gut churns, annoyed with herself for making him dredge up the past. She glances back at him, chewing on her lip, her brows knitting together as that natural predilection to be a smartass to cover for the tension boils up inside her. But she can’t. Not like this. 

“You’re a better person than I. Would have burned the damn thing, good riddance too. The bitch,” she snarls.

A smirk plays at the corner of John’s mouth at her reaction. Glancing up, he grunts, the little growl from the back of his throat a response to the possessive hint in Rory’s tone as he lifts his glass to take another drink. 

Sparks flare in her eyes, an idea coming to mind, the little fireball John’s madly in love with coming out to play. She could never sit idly by when she had the chance to solve a problem. “Tell you what, you and me, we’re going to make a good memory with it.”

Wiping his mouth with the side of his hand after swigging back his last sip, his voice is hoarse with the burn. “What the ‘ell are you on about?”

“Well, we’ve made very good memories together quite often, haven’t we?” She purrs, implying the obvious as she snatches the shirt from its puddle of material it landed in on the floor. “There is no way I am letting some slag ruin this for you, my darling.” “What d’you suggest then, sweetheart?” he asks with a cocky lift of his brow. “Clothes are wet anyhow.” 

Peeling off her damp shirt like a second skin, Rory then unhooks her bra. Tossing both articles of clothing to the side as she smiles at him, her intense doe-eyed stare seemingly bottomless in the shadowy kitchen. “Bloody good start, love.” His heated gaze roams over her exposed chest, a sight he’s seen a thousand times before, and still that predatory stare residing just below the surface comes creeping back up to the forefront. Skin the complexion of peaches and cream glows, illuminated by dancing flames licking at wicks, shadows and highlights forming over the scars that blemish her skin from combat. Standing, she unbuttons her trousers, letting the wide legged black pants fall to the ground and drape around her feet. John’s hand deftly sneaking in before they pool around her ankles to grab her glass on the floor, finishing off the last dregs of it himself. Slipping her panties down next, stepping out of the pile of wet clothes, she kicks them away and grabs the oversized band tee. The threadbare cotton hugging her lithe form as she stands over him, hands on her hips. 

“Even better, you ask me.” His stare sparkles mischievously up at her from his spot on the floor, unmoved. Square jaw going slack as he swallows thickly, pushing the glasses away from him, his steadily stiffening erection growing more evident by the moment as it strains against the material of his gray sweatpants.

A quiet, breathy giggle leaves her as she lowers to sit in his lap, legs straddled on either side of his thick, muscular thighs. Her forehead resting against his as she gazes into his eyes and whispers, “When you see this shirt in future, I just want you to think of that time you shagged your wife-to-be thoroughly on the kitchen floor during a blackout.”

“Can do, my girl,” John rumbles as his hands lift to rest on the curve of her waist, gripping her tight.  

Cocking her head to the side, angling it to better mark his mouth with her lips, she kisses him ardently. The rough pads of his fingers curl under her chin as he pulls her closer to him, their lips meet in a searing embrace. 

With little coaxing, the waistband of his sweatbands rolls down his hips. His cock hard, ready to be made of use, thick and heavy. Eyes smoldering with desire, he watches her every move as she settles down on his length, her tight sex enveloping him in its velvet grip. Wet heat. Pure bliss. Groaning – a low, guttural sound – he buries his face in the crook of her neck. Hot breath fanning against her, the skin below becoming moist, his beard burning against sensitive flesh. She starts to move, and his hips rise to meet her, thrusting to drive deeper with each roll of her hips and lift of her toned thighs. Breaths are punched from her lungs as he buries himself inside her, muscles visibly flexing with each shift of her body. A dance, one they've perfected over the years, a rhythm that brings them both to that sweet edge.

As if on cue, John begins to lavish her in praise. Give and take. The ebb and flow of the ever shifting landscape of who leads and which one follows, a comfortable equality within their dichotomy that never fails to work for both parties, knowing exactly what works for each of them to reach that inevitable peak.

"Fuck, Rory," he growls, grabbing at her for leverage. "So fuckin’ perfect f’me.” 

Large, rough paws grip at her waist possessively, pulling her close as if he needs the anchor. He bucks his hips, desperate to delve deeper, but her pace remains deliberate, maddening. A sense of control that causes a smile to tug at the corner of his mouth as he watches her ride him, the sight of her body undulating over his, a work of art.

Flesh meets at several points of contact, penetrated folds and warm hands sliding up the curves of her body send sparks through her nerves. Goosebumps rise, left behind along his ascent towards the firm peaks of her breasts, gentle swells hidden by the excess material of his oversized shirt. As deft fingers tease at her pebbled nipples below the shirt, pinching and pulling, Rory increases the pace in his lap, rocking with a meter that matches the pounding of her heart.

"Yes, just like that, my girl. Doin’ so good, sweetheart,” he groans, hoarse and panting. 

Encased in her body, control slipping, needs demanding to be met, the rhythm builds, sounds of lovemaking growing louder. 

"God, I love you," John mumbles as he nuzzles against her once more. The words, heavy with emotion, fall from his lips, a testament to the bond they share. In this moment, there is no war, no death, no fear - only the two of them, entwined in passion. Rory moans, breathless, her desire carrying her forward. Her arms wrap around his broad shoulders, and her fingers card through cropped hair at his nape. “Love you too, my darling,” she whispers against the shell of his ear. Her soft breaths against him fanning the flames between them.

It’s not a sentiment that is often shared aloud, one saved for moments of life or death or intense vulnerability. But, as he looks up at her, there is a depth of adoration in his eyes that cannot be denied, a devotion and desire that is as fierce as it is tender. This is a man who has killed for her and will likely do so again – when he says love, she knows he means it. Their mouths collide, tongues sliding against each other, lips wrapped in a tight seal that lets not a single breath escape. Sounds of pleasure pass between them as they share everything else in their lives. Home. In his arms she finds solace from bullets flying overhead or silent nights marred by guilt-ridden dreams; this sanctuary exists nowhere else on Earth but right here between them.

John carefully lowers her to the floor, his hand cradling the back of her head, protecting her like some fragile prize as she comes to rest against the tile floor, supine. His mouth refusing to leave hers – firm, adamant kisses claim her lips. A low groan coming from him as he kneels on the hard floor between her thighs. His touch trails up her body, tracing curves he’s felt a hundred times before and still never gets enough of. 

She watches him the whole way down to the floor, her eyes locked on his in a heated exchange. He’s the one, she thinks, and her heart confirms it as it races, her chest rising and falling with short, heavy breaths. She’s never been more sure of anything in her life, of anyone – just him. 

His strong hands slide up her arms, lifting them to bring them up over her head, held there as their hands clasp together. His scarred knuckle brushing against the gold, diamond-set band on her ring finger, a stark reminder of the life they have planned together, entangled forever. The needy head of his cock nudges against her entrance, pushing against her slick folds, as it begs for re-entry. Aching for him, the momentary emptiness felt deep within her. Whimpering together at the gentle pressure before her heat welcomes him in once more, inch by inch, he slides in until their hips meet, taking her slow and deep on the floor of their kitchen. Her back arches, lifting to unite with him. Mewling desperately, not caring if the neighbors hear. Every touch of his mouth and tongue along her jawline and down her throat towards her collarbone drives her wild as she sinks further into her choreographed submission, a practiced performance, knowing the steps forwards and backwards and never showing signs of needing another partner. 

“John,” she breathes his name as his hips continue to move against hers, their chests pressed together with only a shirt that had once left a bad taste in his mouth between them, now slick with their combined sweat. 

“Yeah, love?” He looks down at her, his brow furrowed with concentration, jaw flexing below his scruff as his adam’s apple bobs with each heavy breath and thick swallow. 

Her body begins to show the tell-tale signs of her impending climax, her muscles tightening in her legs, toes curling, the flush that grows from her chest to her cheeks warming her from the inside out and melding with the heat of his body pinned to hers on the cold kitchen tiles. Her stomach muscles flutter, her cunt clenching down on the thick of him. “I’m so close,” she whines. “I know, darlin’,” he husks as the tip of his nose nudges at the side of her neck where her pulse thunders. His lips sucking on her salty flesh stained with sweat, rasping against her, “Come for me, Rory.”

She clings to his hands held to hers, nails digging into the tendons and scars on the back of them. Long, toned legs wrapping around his waist as her body begs to be even closer to him, linked as one. Her breath hitches just before she cries out and her vision blurs, her eyes rolling back as each pulse from her core floods her body, weaving its way up her spine. 

Lost for a moment, unable to find her way in the dark, forgetting where she is, she succumbs to the ravages of John’s single-minded focus on her body. Letting their dance sweep her away as he continues to thrust, chasing his own release. Her body heavy, weighted with the pleasure of release, sinks into the sturdy floor below and she enjoys the jolts of sensation that build up inside her once again with his attention.

The slick of them moving together, the rise and fall of their bodies in unison, the tight contractions around him, drives the two ever nearer to the end of their waltz. His grip on her hands tightens in return, holding her in place as each pump of his cock becomes more erratic. More urgent. 

“Fuck, Ror,” he grunts, “Nearly fuckin’ there.”

The wet noises of their coupling echo through the kitchen, meeting with the incessant patter of rain outside the window. A convergence in tempo with his last surging thrust as he can no longer hold back, cumming deep inside her.

He releases his hold on her, their palms both sweaty and red from the grip they had on each other. Pulling her into his arms, their sweat mingles as he cradles her close. "Tha's my girl," John murmurs, his fingers running through her hair as his hand snakes up the back of her neck. “Gonna need you to wear that shirt more often now, I s’pose.”

It’s a simple comfort, the afterglow of passion, basking in it while the storm continues to rage outside, but they were right where they were supposed to be. They belong to each other, plain and simple, and neither would have it any other way.

[dangantums]

I KNOW I HAVEN’T GOTTEN TO REQUESTS YET BUT… i was soooo inspired by this post here that i had to write out a fic… @tum-bakery you never fail to inspire me with ur a.ce a.ttorney or stuffedronpa content

forgive me for any grammatical mistakes or anything of the sort, i wrote this really quick on mobile

Fly On The Wall

ship: w.rightworth

this fic contains: bloated belly, burps, belly rubs, button popping

TLDR: m.iles accidentally spies on p.hoenix stuffing himself after court one day.

In Miles and Phoenix’s shared cozy apartment, the aroma of fast food filled the air as Phoenix Wright sat at the kitchen table, surrounded by empty wrappers and containers that littered their kitchen counter. The attorney was working his way through his final half-eaten burger: work made him absolutely starving, so he decided to indulge and grab extra food on the way home from work. Grease stained his fingers as he took another bite, his movements once quick and efficient were now slow and labored, like he was chewing molasses. His eyelids drooped, tiredness hitting him like a truck. He was so tired that, in fact, he failed to notice his boyfriend Miles Edgeworth staring at him from the other room.

Miles sat at the dining room table, head turned to stare at Phoenix’s form. Legal documents remained bare, his laptop dimmed from the lack of usage to save battery. The attorney hadn’t even said as much as a ‘hello’ to Miles before he shoved the food onto the kitchen counter and began eating. And Miles has been watching him. Silently observing him this whole time. Like a fly on the wall, it’s like he wasn’t even there.

Phoenix’s once trim abdomen now bulged outward, straining against the fabric of his shirt as though pleading for mercy. The buttons threatened to pop open under the pressure. Labored breaths filled the room as he finally polished off the burger he held in his hand. Phoenix leaned back in the chair to close his eyes for a moment, a soft sigh escaping him as one hand now rubbed the side of his taut belly. His bloated belly protruded prominently, dominating his lap.

That was nearly the end of Miles. He felt his face grow red, cheeks hot to the touch as he quickly looked away. He stared at his dim laptop screen, the words in the email he was writing becoming jumbled in his head. All he could think about was Phoenix. How devourable and amazing he looked at that very moment. The prosecutor attempted to force himself back to work, leaning forward in the chair to look down at a sheet of paper he had next to the computer. As Miles attempted to meticulously review the legal intricacies of the case, noises started coming from the kitchen and he couldn't help but be distracted. Phoenix belched several times — and with each burp, Miles’ attention wavered, his thoughts drifting from his work to the scene playing out before him.

He had to look at Phoenix again. His gaze darted over to look at the man sitting at the kitchen counter. Phoenix was now gently rubbing his overfilled belly, hoping to alleviate some of the discomfort. His hand moved in slow circles, tracing the contours of his swollen abdomen as he tried to soothe the ache within. Miles watched with a mixture of amusement, bewilderment and affection, his eyes never leaving Phoenix's bloated form.

As Phoenix let out a long sigh, his bloated belly expanding prominently, a sudden *pop* echoed through the kitchen. His eyes widened in surprise as he felt the unmistakable sensation of a button giving way beneath the strain of his overfilled stomach. With a mixture of disbelief and amusement, Phoenix glanced down to see a button from his shirt lying innocently on the table, severed from its thread like a casualty of war. His mouth gaped open in surprise, like a fish out of water.

So did Miles’.

Miles swore his face couldn’t turn any more red. Couldn’t burn any hotter. But it did, like a blazing inferno, scalding to the touch. His hands tightened into a fist, desperate to grab something, but could only paw at the sheer tablecloth. His heart pounded in his chest, the thumping rang through his ears and echoed in his skull. Phoenix looked so devourable at this moment.

"Oops," Phoenix had muttered sheepishly, hands feathering gentle touches into his skin. The attorney chewed on the bottom of his lip before an expression that displayed a mixture of discomfort and determination appeared on his face. Phoenix pushed himself up from his chair, his bloated belly protesting with every movement. As he stood, he felt the full weight of his meal pressing heavily against him, causing him to wince slightly at the strain. With a steadying breath, Phoenix squared his shoulders and attempted to walk, his movements slow and deliberate as he tried to navigate the kitchen with his swollen abdomen. Each step was a struggle, his distended belly impeding his progress as he waddled awkwardly across the room.

Miles tried to speak, but words failed him. He could only watch as Phoenix waddled out of sight, presumably to their shared bedroom to sleep off that damn food coma. Miles blinked quickly, eyes fixated on the now empty chair and the empty wrappers that littered their kitchen counter. All Miles wanted to do at that moment was chase Phoenix down and tell him that he liked what he saw, but… he couldn’t.

Miles was just a fly on the wall.

[neiljohnsblog]

The Future of Electric Mobility: A Comprehensive Look at the Kia EV9 in Conwy

As electric vehicles (EVs) continue to shape the future of automotive technology, the Kia EV9 stands out as a groundbreaking model that embodies the next generation of sustainable transportation. With its sleek design, advanced technology, and impressive performance, the Kia EV9 is capturing attention across the UK, including in Conwy. This blog will delve into what makes the Kia EV9 a standout choice for those seeking an eco-friendly yet luxurious driving experience.

Unveiling the Kia EV9

The Kia EV9 represents a bold leap forward for the South Korean automaker, showcasing its commitment to innovation in the EV market. This all-electric SUV is designed to offer a premium driving experience while minimizing environmental impact. It combines cutting-edge technology with a spacious, modern interior, making it a compelling option for families and professionals alike.

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One of the most striking features of the Kia EV9 is its design. The vehicle exudes a futuristic aura with its streamlined profile, sculpted lines, and aerodynamic contours. The front of the EV9 is characterized by a distinctive, wide grille that integrates seamlessly with the LED headlights, creating a sophisticated and aggressive stance.

In Conwy, where scenic beauty and historic architecture meet modern living, the Kia EV9’s design complements the local aesthetic perfectly. The vehicle’s sleek and modern appearance aligns well with Conwy’s blend of historical charm and contemporary style.

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Step inside the Kia EV9, and you are greeted by a luxurious and spacious interior. The cabin is designed to offer maximum comfort, with premium materials and a thoughtful layout that ensures a relaxing driving experience. The EV9 boasts a large panoramic sunroof, ambient lighting, and high-quality upholstery, which together create an inviting atmosphere.

Technology is at the forefront of the Kia EV9’s interior. The vehicle features a state-of-the-art infotainment system with a large touchscreen display that provides access to navigation, media, and vehicle controls. The system is compatible with both Apple CarPlay and Android Auto, providing a smooth and effortless connection to your smartphone.

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For residents of Conwy, who value convenience and efficiency, the Kia EV9’s charging infrastructure is a significant advantage. With numerous public charging stations available and the option to install a home charging unit, keeping your EV9 ready for the road is both simple and efficient.

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As the automotive industry continues to evolve, the Kia EV9 stands as a testament to Kia’s dedication to pushing the boundaries of what is possible. Whether you’re commuting through Conwy or embarking on a road trip across the UK, the Kia EV9 promises to deliver a driving experience that is both enjoyable and environmentally responsible.

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[haalfpipe]

pt. 2

For McDonald's, we never take my car.

Swipe to Monday morning. This is three days of convalescence after vomiting through ten pounds of body weight and this buzzing alarm from outside my head means work. On my nightstand is a clock radio, right beside the thick step four journal. It’s twenty years old. It’s ruined every morning since freshman year. Anymore, most people use their phones as alarm clocks.

Every night I'm standing at the bed and between pushing off my slippers and pulling back the comforter I grab this battery-heavy shell and start stabbing at buttons for the next morning. Even if I'm up at the same time, I'll set all the buttons again for the hour, minute, and annoying wake tone. After twenty years, the buttons feel soft, one more press and they’ll give out: one of the brassed plastic pill-shapes in the alarm panel, or a single digit on the keypad, or the klaxon-like tone of the alarm from wherever it plays inside. Last night I set it for the same time as today. And always it wakes me before the sound begins.

It's a click that jolts me back to the world. It's a subdued click from a Pez-sized switch inside the radio when it turns on before firing the buzzer. The sound of a light switch. Every morning since high school it's the first noise my brain remembers. My eyes are closed, still, seconds into the alarm playing. With the wail my brain spools up to process all recent inputs and from a dead silence the thump of this little relay starts my day.

Ann—this is my wife—she sleeps through it. When she and I are in the same bed it never bothers her.

For eight hours each night she’s perfectly on her back like a happy model in a mattress ad. Reading through alarmist social media from retirees hiding around our neighborhood suggests one day this might save us. Picture an overnight burglar breaking into our place, shining a flashlight down to the carpet in tight circles, inches from his shoes, until the beam slips down the hall to the open bedroom door and finds the head of a pallid cadaver wearing a smile. Ann might as well be grinning back with open eyes.

She’s on her back to protect the porcelain skin stretched across her cheekbones. This is a natural contour, the kind that looks best when supine, and not awake. The people who see her say to me she has clear, beautiful skin. Korean skin. She's not Korean. They always want to know how she does it. They want to know the date and time it happened and what cream she used on the day her skin cleared up. This isn’t on the calendar. It never cleared up because it was never blemished. What she does is hide from the sun while wearing sunscreen. She drinks eight glasses of water. She’s never smoked. She avoids alcohol. When she goes off-menu it’s with fruits, vegetables and whole grains.

This is never what people want to hear.

I don’t want to tell people the wrong thing. There’s more than this to great skin, most of it being money, but I’m not paying attention. I tell them, let me get back to you. Paying attention is easier when there’s something like a greasy hamburger waiting at the end of the day.

If I can make it, there’s a hamburger at the end of today.

This morning my fever has broken into cold wet bedding and what feels like a new back after 24 hours with no other respiratory or gastrointestinal presentation. I'm ready to return to work because it's Monday and that means McDonald's. It means I'll spend the next nine hours anticipating the drive-thru line in her passenger seat. This is every Monday and it's the best part of my week.

I got myself into this because I wanted something to look forward to.

Eight months ago was D-Day. Ann and I learned the term Clinically Isolated Syndrome, or CIS, the predecessor to clinically diagnostic multiple sclerosis (CDMS).

I’m telling myself I deserved this.

I thought at first it had been the monotony of work and mask-wearing in the petri dish of retail, which I've labored through for fifteen years. After so long, I don't feel tired. After so long, maybe I've forgotten how energy feels. How positivity feels. People suffering depression often manifest emotional contrast avoidance, so instead of allowing themselves to shift from a euphoric state to negative emotion, these listless even-keeled worriers prefer to maintain chronic distress to prepare for the worst outcomes.

What I'm prepared for is blood clots in my legs.

With this much standing and walking and lunging around hard floors for eight hours, five days a week, if your calf muscles aren't swollen like mine to the size of a competitive road cyclist, then they're probably swollen with edema. Next time you're out shopping, look for middle-aged store employees hiding bar-height folding chairs in their shadows and you'll spot the ones on diuretics.

After fifteen years I never get tired. I can wear stiff, uncomfortable shoes that look great and my feet never hurt. But last year, the teenagers in my shop started noticing me deflate halfway through the day.

I took more breaks.

For them, feet will hurt. Their legs are stiff. When the shop's quiet I catch one of the boys with the back of his thighs against the wrap stand, hands behind him with palms down against the counter, bearing his weight for a few seconds so the heels of his feet don't have to. The lines in his forehead vanish and his eyelids relax. I remember that. When I was his age it felt good. Anymore, I hoist myself up and there's no change in my legs. My legs never hurt. My legs never feel anything.

Numbness can signal several neurological ailments. Before D-Day, my doctor and her notes chalked this up to pinched nerves.

Swipe to me at work blacking out mid-conversation on what felt like summer's hottest afternoon. I didn't faint, but my vision extinguished into a black abyss and for once I was the one leaning against the counter just to know I was still upright. Wrinkling the muscles in my forehead and rubbing my eyes like I'd just been met with disagreement wasn't a great cover, but I did it anyway and I'm still not sure who noticed, or even how long it lasted. In the darkness I kept talking to whoever was listening. I wiped the cold sweat from my brow and the underarms of my shirt were soaked.

This episode was enough to warrant an MRI for lesions on my brain and an invasive nerve stimulation test during which doctors electrified the nerves in my back and pelvis to see where I could feel pain. Pain was the intention. Pain was the stimulation working. Like something out of a Phillip K. Dick novel.

In the absence of accumulating brain lesions, another doctor on our medical plan made the diagnosis of CIS. Probably, this will progress to CDMS. The doctors prepared me for beginning beta-interferon injections to suspend that inevitability.

What I’m prepared for is more numbness.

I wake up, go to work, and come home to collapse in the evenings. When I’m not at work there’s groceries to sort and leaves to blow. Check the calendar. Go here, see this person. My next appointment. I don't leave the house for anything unplanned.

I got myself into this because I wanted something to look forward to.

A common demand from a brain with addiction or ADHD is meeting consistent, short-term goals.

Swipe to my daily checklist.

Maybe it was always a sign of an addictive temperament to be susceptible to suggestibility for another drink, or another smoke. My dad was an addict and I sucked on a pacifier until I was five.

In Narcotics Anonymous you learn that anything can be addictive. Drugs. Sex. People. Sugar. It can be anything and anyone around you firing the little electrical synapses in your prefrontal cortex and for just a minute you don't feel like shit.

Swipe back to Monday, McDonald’s Monday, while Ann is asleep and my eyes are still crusted shut with me reaching for the blaring radio to push a button.

Nine hours from now I'll be in the passenger seat with a heater under my lap and wrinkly textbooks against my ankles. The two of us will be in a row of cars at a little mechanical window where every so often an arm will poke out, each time with a little brown bag. Eventually it'll be us getting one of these, paper neatly creased into a tent around two double quarter pounders. First, I have to get out of bed and see the calendar.

I lay my head back down on the pillow.

It’ll be the two of us.

Picture it:

All of her fits inside sample sizes of black and white, because at seven-thirty in the morning a walk-in closet of monochrome is one less decision. Even in layers of black rib-knit cotton there's something slight about the space between her thighs, and how her elbows knock against her ribs at a natural waist. Something malnourished. You can imagine her living at the Four Seasons with a room service cart full of tea.

How she looks is unblemished.

How she looks is expensive.

She’s the wish list of a girl who grows up orphaned, sharing old clothes with other kids she calls siblings.

In retail there's a productivity metric computed by dividing the number of people who purchase from a business by the number of people who walk into that business. Conversion, the metric that plummets in her shop everyday because of the peripatetic parade of boys and men who darken her door saying hello. To bring her a coffee, or a bagel, or an engraved wine glass because there’s a weekend house near a vineyard up north that she just has to see.

At the end of the day I get to hear about all of it.

You could write a book watching her leverage into customers all the dads showing tan lines where wedding rings should be, the Cialis-confident retirees who bring their wives to show them they're not old-hat, and the rest of the junkies haunting the mall who can't create emotional connections with anyone but a salesperson, whose job it is to relate. For all of them it's the best part of their days strutting in, shoulders back, eyes searching. Baby pit vipers stretching their necks to find heat. Outside her shop the landing pattern hovers like aircraft awaiting clearance to descend. She never gets to be alone. During a break in the ceremony she turns to the back of the store to let her eyes get so big they pop out below her eyebrows. “You say hi to a guy one time," she says, tightening her lips, head shaking. Her voice is all from the chest. It belongs in front of a microphone. Her eyebrows are still pulled up. How she looks is surprised. She’s walking to the back for her phone.

Then we’re driving.

It’s the middle of summer, but the vents in her car will blow warm air. She'll have the same textbooks on the floor mats. No new creases, no new bookmarks poking from the pages, or little post-it flags expected during college curriculum. Maybe the books move only when I push them away with my shoes on Mondays. Maybe I'm just not looking hard enough because I don't even know the titles. If there are titles.

The books could be about education. She makes it look easy with children. She makes new friends with kids half her height by sharing the same favorite colors. The books could be medicine, or could be nursing. She tells me nurses are in dwindling supply. This statistic was brought to you by the marketing department of our community college, where she shows up for classes.

The miracle is how there's any money left for school. In their thirties, women in retail spend disproportionately on hygiene and self care. This is her life. It requires hours every week. They say the first thing you see in a girl is her eyes, but that's if she's looking at you. With her, until that happens all you notice is how she plays with her long hair and bites it between bright teeth that look like they were set in place by a jeweler. All of her hair is a long, layered cut, highlighted, and smelling of clean chemicals. It's a monthly appointment.

Getting into the drivers seat of the car she shakes off shoes like bear traps and slides into sandals. To look at her you’d never know her job is to stand and dart around everyday for eight hours. Her toes and fingertips are studded with bright shields of chrome white. These are bi-weekly appointments. Throw in microcurrent facials and lip injections and it's three full workdays of self-care every two weeks.

Now I’m paying attention. Ask me again about skin care routines. Every fourteen squares it’s life support, but you can call it self-care.

Her phone is a busy box always cabled to an outlet. It's right there in the car with us. Before pulling on the seatbelt she's dumping it into a cupholder. It's like riding shotgun with my mom, who doesn't know how to disable notifications for any feature of her overheated and over-notified glass rectangle, suffers a constant barrage of dissonant tones and trills from news and games and scam texts for two-factor authentication codes, confusedly poking at it all to make it stop. Picture that, but instead it's all messaging and social media. Now include the camera flash firing for every new alert. And she ignores all of it.

When we drive she talks with me instead. She talks at me. I lay my arm along the plastic trim against the window listening and looking at her like an audience member. Her hair will be gathered so tall in a clip that it brushes against the sunroof. Somehow she watches the road, using peripheral vision when turning the wheel to change lanes. Her eyebrows are still pulled up. Her eyes never blink. They dart to the screens showing feeds from all the little driver-assist cameras pocketed along the body panels.

Her phone isn't abysmal until it's dark outside, the headlights are on, and every twenty seconds WHAT DOES THE FOX SAY erupts with bright strobes from inside the cupholder between us. This is any other girl whose social media is private accounts hidden behind licentious avatars showcasing a hundred thousand followers.

From the passenger seat her car smells like a short green lawn after rain, when the dampness evaporates from grass. Not a thunderstorm; the air smells of ozone and while clean that's too sanitizing to imagine. Rain? She could tell you what she uses. Deciphering scents has always been challenging for me.

Ann can smell everything. In another life, she’s a sommelier with her nose sunk into a glass of Cabernet recognizing notes of burnt chalk and freshly cut garden hose. Does chalk burn? Is that what smelling is like? What about the aerosolized beef fats and cheese of fast food soaking into the upholstery? We’re vegetarians, but when I get the groceries, I eat differently. And after hundreds, maybe thousands of trips together through the checkout line? These cashiers must recognize we’re never buying meat, but they keep my little conspiracy with the deli guy. If I go alone, I'll have a pack of salami unsealed before I push the cart into the lot. I wipe the grease from my fingers to keep stains off the paper grocery bags. Breath mints, hand sanitizer and a few napkins take care of the evidence. Driving home, I’m smelling of alcohol. I could be out all day drinking and do zero cleanup but if I come home with car seats stinking of capicola then I'm sunk.

So for McDonald's, Jenna drives.

[diabeticcorner]

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Unleash Your Gaming Potential with the Razer Basilisk Ultimate Wireless Gaming Mouse

Are you ready to elevate your gaming experience to the next level? Look no further than the Razer Basilisk Ultimate Wireless Gaming Mouse. Designed with precision and performance in mind, this cutting-edge device from Razer boasts unrivaled features that cater to the needs of even the most discerning gamers. With its advanced technology and ergonomic design, the Razer Basilisk Ultimate is truly a game-changer.

Meet the Razer Basilisk Ultimate

The Razer Basilisk Ultimate Wireless Gaming Mouse is the epitome of innovation in the gaming industry. Equipped with Razer’s HyperSpeed wireless technology, this mouse delivers lag-free responsiveness, ensuring that your movements are translated into actions on the screen instantaneously. Say goodbye to the frustrations of input lag and hello to seamless gaming sessions. Unparalleled Performance

One of the standout features of the Razer Basilisk Ultimate is its 20,000 DPI optical sensor, which provides unparalleled accuracy and precision. Whether you're engaging in fast-paced FPS battles or executing intricate maneuvers in strategy games, this mouse allows you to maintain complete control over your gameplay. Plus, with customizable sensitivity settings, you can fine-tune the mouse to suit your personal preferences and gaming style.

Designed for Comfort and Durability

The ergonomic design of the Razer Basilisk Ultimate ensures that you can game for hours on end without experiencing discomfort or fatigue. The mouse is crafted with a contoured shape and rubberized grips, providing a comfortable and secure hold during intense gaming sessions. Additionally, the mouse features durable mechanical switches that are rated for up to 70 million clicks, ensuring long-lasting performance that can withstand even the most rigorous gaming marathons.

Customizable Features

Personalization is key when it comes to gaming peripherals, and the Razer Basilisk Ultimate doesn't disappoint. With customizable Chroma RGB lighting, you can choose from millions of colors and a variety of lighting effects to create a setup that reflects your unique style. Furthermore, the mouse is equipped with programmable buttons that allow you to assign macros and shortcuts for quick and easy access to your favorite commands.

Seamless Connectivity

Thanks to Razer’s HyperSpeed wireless technology, the Basilisk Ultimate offers a wireless gaming experience that rivals wired alternatives. With its low-latency connection and reliable signal stability, you can enjoy the freedom of wireless gaming without sacrificing performance. Plus, the mouse comes with a detachable USB-C cable for convenient charging, ensuring that you never have to worry about running out of battery power in the middle of a game.

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Top-Notch GPS Devices for Sale Online in Canada

Elevate Your Golf Game with Top-Notch GPS Devices for Sale Online in Canada

Introduction:

In the world of golf, precision is key, and having the right tools can make all the difference in your performance on the course. One such essential tool is a Golf GPS device, designed to provide accurate distance measurements, course mapping, and other valuable insights to help golfers make informed decisions. If you're on the lookout for a reliable Golf GPS for sale online in Canada, look no further. Our comprehensive collection of cutting-edge devices at Store4Golfers is sure to take your golfing experience to the next level.

Benefits of Golf GPS Devices:

Accurate Distance Measurement: A Golf GPS device eliminates the guesswork by providing precise distance measurements to hazards, bunkers, and the green. This information is invaluable for club selection and shot planning, enabling you to make more strategic decisions on the course.

Course Mapping and Navigation: With advanced mapping features, these GPS devices offer a detailed layout of the entire course. This not only helps you navigate unfamiliar terrain but also assists in understanding the contours and slopes, contributing to better shot execution.

Real-Time Data Updates: Stay ahead of the game with real-time updates on weather conditions, course changes, and even the performance of your fellow golfers. This data empowers you to adapt your strategy on the fly and optimize your gameplay accordingly.

Statistical Analysis: Many Golf GPS devices come equipped with features that allow you to track your performance over time. Analyze your stats, identify areas for improvement, and refine your skills for a more consistent and rewarding golfing experience.

Easy-to-Use Interface: User-friendly interfaces make these devices accessible for golfers of all skill levels. Whether you're a seasoned pro or a beginner, a Golf GPS device can enhance your game without adding unnecessary complexity.

Choosing the Right Golf GPS Device:

When browsing through the myriad of options available online, it's crucial to consider your specific needs and preferences. Factors such as battery life, display quality, size, and additional features like swing analysis can influence your decision. At Store4Golfers, we understand the diverse requirements of golfers and offer a curated selection of top-tier Golf GPS devices to cater to every playing style.

Our Collection at Store4Golfers:

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Conclusion:

In conclusion, investing in a Golf GPS device is a game-changer for golf enthusiasts looking to elevate their performance on the course. The accuracy, convenience, and wealth of features offered by these devices make them an indispensable tool for golfers of all levels. To embark on a journey of improved precision and strategic gameplay, explore our selection of Golf GPS devices at Store4Golfers. Elevate your golfing experience today with the best-in-class technology designed to enhance your game.

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Warmth Redefined: Explore the Latest Innovations in Body Warmers

As the winter season unfolds, the quest for warmth takes center stage. In the realm of fashion and functionality, body warmers stand as a testament to innovation, constantly evolving to redefine our experience of staying warm. Let's embark on a journey to explore the latest innovations in body warmers, where technology and style converge to create a new standard of winter comfort.

Smart Heating Solutions:

Imagine a body warmer that adapts to your body's needs, providing warmth precisely when and where you need it. The latest innovations in body warmers include smart heating solutions that utilize cutting-edge technology to regulate temperature. These intelligent garments often come equipped with adjustable heat settings, allowing you to customize your warmth level with the touch of a button. This technological leap transforms body warmers from mere winter wear to personalized comfort systems.

Battery-Powered Luxury:

Gone are the days of relying solely on passive insulation. The latest body warmers harness the power of rechargeable batteries, introducing an era of portable warmth. With discreet battery compartments and lightweight power sources, these body warmers ensure that you carry your warmth with you wherever you go. Whether you're navigating the urban landscape or braving the wilderness, the convenience of battery-powered heating elevates the warmth experience to new heights.

Innovative Insulation Materials:

The heart of any body warmer is its insulation, and the latest innovations in materials take this to unprecedented levels. Advanced synthetic fibers, reflective materials, and microfiber technologies contribute to superior insulation capabilities. These materials not only trap heat effectively but also offer lightweight and slim profiles, ensuring that you stay warm without feeling weighed down by bulky layers.

Multi-Layered Comfort:

In the pursuit of warmth, layering has always been a go-to strategy. The latest body warmers take this concept to the next level by incorporating multi-layered designs that optimize comfort and insulation. These layers work in harmony, each serving a specific purpose – from moisture-wicking inner layers to wind-resistant and insulating mid-layers. The result is a body warmer that provides comprehensive protection against the elements.

Aesthetic Fusion:

In addition to functionality, the latest innovations in body warmers prioritize aesthetic appeal. Fashion-forward designs, trendy patterns, and sleek silhouettes have become integral elements of modern body warmers. Whether you're heading to the office, going for a winter stroll, or hitting the slopes, the latest body warmers seamlessly blend style and warmth, making a statement in the world of winter fashion.

Adaptive Fit Technology:

One size does not fit all, and the latest body warmers recognize the importance of a personalized fit. Adaptive fit technology ensures that your body warmer conforms to your unique shape and movements. Whether you're reaching for the stars or simply enjoying a leisurely day, the body warmer adjusts to your body's contours, maximizing comfort and enhancing the overall wearing experience.

Weather-Responsive Features:

Staying warm is not just about insulation; it's about adapting to changing weather conditions. The latest body warmers often come equipped with weather-responsive features such as water-resistant coatings, adjustable hoods, and strategic ventilation. These features ensure that your body warmer remains effective and comfortable in a variety of winter scenarios, from light snowfall to gusty winds.

Warmth has been redefined in the world of body warmers through a harmonious integration of technology, materials, and design. The latest innovations elevate these garments beyond mere winter necessities, turning them into sophisticated solutions for staying warm and stylish. Explore the latest innovations in body warmers, where warmth is not just a functional requirement but a fashion-forward statement, creating a new standard for winter wear comfort.

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Get the greatest deal on Samsung Galaxy S23, Dual Sim, 8GB RAM, 128GB, 5G, Phantom Black at Menakart

INTRODUCTION 

The Samsung Galaxy S23, one of the greatest tiny phones in the world, has improved recently. It is now faster, more durable, better connected, and has a larger battery. We anticipate the Galaxy S23 to become a fan favourite in the compact sector because it is still as compact, light, and appealing as ever.

The first thing you'll notice about the new Galaxy S23 devices is their improved look. There are now merely three tiny rings for the lenses instead of the previously contour-cut camera housing. Additionally, Gorilla Glass Victus 2 sheets with increased drop protection are now used for the front and back glass panels.

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The slim 6.1-inch Dynamic AMOLED 2X screen with expanded 1080p resolution and dynamic 120Hz refresh rate is still present in the Galaxy S23. The panel's peak brightness has increased from 1300 nits on the Galaxy S22 to 1750 nits at this time.

Now, you no longer need to import a Qualcomm-powered device if you don't like the Exynos platform (we won't hold it against you), as the complete Galaxy S23 family employs a Snapdragon chipset for the first time in a long time. Even better, Samsung used an overclocked variant with faster CPU and GPU speeds that were only available on the Galaxy S23 phones. The latest models also use Samsung-produced next-generation memory chips.

The 50MP OIS main, the 10MP 3x telephoto, and the 12MP ultrawide cameras on the rear have not seen any modifications. The selfie camera has been improved; it is now 12MP and supports Super HDR, and it is still capable of autofocus and 4K capture.

The battery now has a 3,900mAh capacity after a 200mAh capacity boost. The same 25W wired charging capabilities found on the S22 are also available for wireless and reverse wireless charging.

The Galaxy S23 introduces tri-band Wi-Fi with 6e compatibility and Bluetooth 5.3 in terms of connectivity. The Plus and Ultra versions are still the only ones with support for Ultra Wideband.

In a nutshell, the Galaxy S23 is a faster, brighter-screen version of the Galaxy S22 with a larger battery. And better design, whereas beauty is purely a question of personal preference.

There is no denying that the Galaxy S23 is a flagship in every sense of the word. It has the design, screen, CPU, and cameras of a high-end smartphone. The only features we believe are lacking is support for Ultra Wideband, a connectivity option that would have allowed support for the 10-bit colour depth for the screen that many high-end phones offer, and these two features.

We suspect that many Galaxy S22 owners will find enough surprises in the Samsung Galaxy S23 to convince them to upgrade as it is only a small improvement over the Galaxy S22. However, it boasts a lot more new features compared to the Galaxy S21 and earlier models, making it a tempting deal. Even better, it appears to be the greatest little Android phone available.

The Galaxy S23 is packaged in a thin paper box together with a USB-C connector and a SIM ejection tool. Samsung stopped including chargers and headphones in its shipments a few years ago, but we are happy that it continues to include cables (unlike Sony). Are you already prepared to purchase a Samsung 25W charger, which has been around for a while, or any USB-C PD + PPS power converter?

Prepare yourself for a gallery filled with jaw-dropping nighttime photos. Due to Nightography's improved AI, low-light photographs and videos will be vivid and colourful from twilight to morning and vice versa. Even in low light, the Dual Pixel technology in the front camera focuses more quickly and precisely. Selfies that rival real life in authenticity thanks to object-based AI.

You can also acquire razor-sharp nighttime films in addition to the static images that predominate in the dark. Even the front camera can now shoot clear videos of you and your pals when the sun goes down. Together with a potent microprocessor, the 50MP Wide-angle Camera quickly combines frames to extract. Also to improve shadowy, hazy photos as well as elegant old family photos or online photos, visit the Gallery. Additionally, you can update fuzzily animated GIFs by lowering noise and increasing clarity to keep your loops appearing modern.

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Easy Vape Tricks for Vaping Beginners

Vaping is having a triumphal return in popularity, as it aims to offer options to smoking cigarettes as well as a more enjoyable experience. At the very same time, it's rather tough to find tutorials for vaping newbies on the web.

Identifying the right e-liquid flavor, finding the correct power, and also using the very best accessories are simply a few referrals for newbies. However, understanding the art of vaping requires time, resolution, and also technique.

Common Vaping Techniques For Newbies

It might seem difficult to duplicate, but anyone can impress their pals with a couple of simple vape methods! Here are some very easy vape methods for newbies, whether you're simply beginning with vaping or looking to tip up your game:

Jellyfish Vape Trick

Jellyfish is one of the more one-of-a-kind vape techniques, making it a terrific way to flaunt your vape skills to newbies. This vape trick is relatively very easy and also calls for a thoroughly developed O-ring of vapor.

To do the method, beginning by taking a mild draw of vapor. When you start to breathe out gradually, contour your lips inward in the form of an O. After that, press your lips securely as you guide the vapor outwards in a compressed stream.

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Ghost Inhale

Ghost inhale is a famous vaping technique that involves launching vapor by breathing in carefully and swiftly taking a breath out before it vanishes. To start, let the smoke sit in your mouth for a few minutes before pressing out a small amount with a short exhale. Keep the vapor in the center of your mouth and also promptly drink in more air, pulling the vapor in with it.

Dragon Breath

Dragon breath includes developing a thick vapor cloud and pushing it to your mouth and ears to simulate a dragon's breath. To do this trick, the customer must initially take a hit and also hold it in their lungs. Next, wait a few seconds as well as promptly exhale the vapor.

Barrel Roll

This technique produces a great visual and takes very little effort. To perform this method, place your lips around the mouth piece and also blow out a strong, single breath. Be sure to keep your lips steady to ensure an also flow of air to create the circle appropriately.

Twister Technique

The tornado trick is one of the simplest and also most outstanding vape tricks for novices. With your vape gadget, take a large, deep inhale and also gradually breathe out, utilizing your fingers to create a "cone" before your mouth or nose. You can readjust this vortex by altering the dimension of the cone and also the speed at which the vapor is expelled.

The Significance of Vaping Techniques for Beginners

Vaping methods are an important ability to find out as well as master as a newbie. Doing tricks can aid you come to be more innovative and also practice your vaping abilities. Obtaining competent with methods can additionally assist you comprehend much more about the vaping gadget, such as just how to choose the appropriate e-liquid, batteries, and also coils, and aid you obtain the most out of your vaping experience.

Exercise Standard Vape Methods to Enjoy Your Vaping Experience

Vape techniques can be frightening for beginners, however with time as well as technique, any individual can master them. Bear in mind that persistence is crucial; have fun, and don't be afraid to attempt more advanced methods. Attempt discovering and developing different methods to spruce up your vaping experience and show off your skills!