#i do other exercises but leg press makes me feel strong so

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Gym day and jesus fuck I cant walk up stairs or down stairs or get up or sit down. Mission accomplished. Will be back soon.

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Rumors Part 1 (Jihyo)

A/N: So the voted Rumors part 1 is out! Enjoy the gym sex with Jihyo! Honestly I love this pink tanktop so much, if the video is a bit longer, I am definitely going to fap to this outfit

On this day, Jihyo came to the gym wearing tight sportswear. Her breasts almost popped out of her bra, and her two slender legs were looming under her shorts. All eyes were on her as she walked into the dressing room.

In fact, the reason why Jihyo is keen on fitness is quite private - she has always been in love with strong and muscular men. Whenever she sees those macho men sweating profusely between the machines, her heart beats faster and her body becomes unbearably hot. She believes that with her plump and proud figure, she can easily seduce any man who is exercising and bring him into the locker room to enjoy some intense sex.

"Hello, everyone~ I'm Jihyo!" She smiled sweetly and greeted everyone. Several muscular men immediately gathered around to chat.

"Jihyo, are you here to work out? We happen to be doing bench presses. Do you want to give it a try?" a strong man invited.

Jihyo blinked her eyes, with a playful smile on her lips: "Okay, I haven't tried this equipment yet. But I need you to teach me, Oppa~"

The man readily agreed and couldn't wait to take her to the bench press. The two began to rub together ambiguously, and Jihyo deliberately released a seductive aura. Not long after, the man's breathing became heavier, and his lower body became obviously erect...

Jihyo looked at the almost naked strong man in front of him with satisfaction and licked her lips gently. She knew that her charm was unstoppable and that she could easily make any man fall for her with just a little hint.

"Oppa, am I doing right?" Jihyo lowered her body, deliberately exposing her deep cleavage. As she asked, she kneaded the hard member with her hands.

The man had already lost his mind and could only make an indistinct sound: "Well...it feels so comfortable...push harder..."

Jihyo smiled charmingly, then put her palm on the thick cock and stroked it up and down. She felt her lower body becoming wet and slippery, eager to be filled by this hot giant.

"Jihyo...I want...I want you now..." The man grabbed her wrist and wanted to kiss it, but she cleverly avoided it.

"Oppa, don't worry. Wouldn't it be better for us to go inside and enjoy it slowly?" Jihyo stood up and teased the man's lips ambiguously with her fingers.

"Of course..." The man nodded anxiously and followed Jihyo to a private room in the corner of the locker room. This place is usually used by members to change clothes temporarily, but now it has become a venue for them to party.

As soon as the door closed, the two of them kissed each other eagerly. Jihyo deftly unzipped the man's pants, took out the cock that was ready to go, stuffed it into her mouth and swallowed. The man let out a sigh of contentment and grasped her plump buttocks with both hands, as if he wanted to melt her into his body.

Jihyo knew that her proud breasts had already firmly grabbed the man's attention. She deliberately slowed down when taking off her clothes so that the man could fully appreciate her plump breasts. When she finally unhooked her bra and her two white breasts almost jumped out, the man's breathing became heavy and he stared straight at her.

"Brother, do you like it? Do you want to try my breasts?" Jihyo caressed her breasts, squeezed and kneaded them gently, and licked her red lips ambiguously with the tip of her tongue.

The man let out a beast-like growl and nodded eagerly in agreement. Jihyo supported his hard desire and sat on the ground, then sandwiched the hot head between her soft cleavage, and began to move her body up and down, so that her plump breasts tightly wrapped the thick and long cock.

"Ah...it feels so comfortable...Jihyo's breasts are so great..." The man closed his eyes and raised his head, as if he was about to reach climax. Jihyo felt a little bit of sweet sweat oozing out from her breasts, making the clouds and rain even more moist, hot and lustful.

"As long as you like it, oppa... I will make you feel comfortable..." Jihyo sped up her pace, letting her nipples constantly rub against the sensitive coronal sulcus. At the same time, she also felt a warm current flowing out from the depths of her womb, and her lower body became even wetter...

Just when the man was about to reach his peak, Jihyo suddenly stopped and let his ready-to-go cock slide out of her breasts. The man opened his confused eyes and looked at her in confusion.

"Is Oppa coming soon? That's not possible~ I want Oppa to enjoy it for a little longer." Jihyo's eyes were as charming as silk, and she gently stroked her red breasts, "We have to take our time, not so fast. Just end it?"

Seeing the man's dissatisfied expression, Jihyo smiled with satisfaction. She knew that her method worked. This man was fascinated by her, and all he could think about was her body. Just a little more teasing can make him crazy about her and at her mercy.

"How do you want me to serve you, oppa? Tell me your little thoughts, and I will satisfy you~" Jihyo lay on the man, deliberately letting her nipples rub back and forth against his strong chest muscles. The man reacted immediately, wrapping his hands around her slim waist and pressing her into his arms.

"Jihyo...stop torturing me...I want to enter you directly..." His voice was full of desire and anxiety.

Jihyo smiled and shook her head: "It's still early now. We have a whole afternoon. Oppa let's feel my breasts first~" After that, she sandwiched the hot head between the soft cleavage and started move her body up and down...

Jihyo watched with satisfaction as the man almost lost his mind in front of her. She knew that she had completely taken control of the situation, and no matter what she did next, he would not refuse her request. This pleasure of conquest made her extremely excited, and her lower body became more and more eager...

Jihyo's breasts were held in the man's hands and kneaded into various shapes. The white breast flesh spilled out from between his fingers, and the red nipples were engorged and swollen by his sucking. But even so, Jihyo still didn't let the man get what he wanted - she always stopped when he was about to reach the top, forcing him to endure it.

"Oppa, you are too impatient. We have a whole day to play slowly, don't we?" Jihyo smiled, deliberately twisting her body and rubbing her soaked clitoris against the man's inner thigh. "Besides, if you cum now, I'm going to be angry~"

Hearing this threat, the man immediately sobered up. He knew that he had been completely bewildered by the witch in front of him, and if he really let it out, she would definitely look down on him even more. He gritted his teeth and held back the climax that was about to explode, waiting for Jihyo to wrap his desire with her proud breasts again.

"Okay, then I'll just take my time." Jihyo patted the man's face frivolously, and then sandwiched the fiery head between the plump cleavage. This time, she deliberately accelerated her speed and rocked her body up and down, causing the two soft breasts to rub against the hard-as-iron cock.

"Ah... Jihyo... your breasts are so amazing... I feel like I'm going to cum..." The man hugged Jihyo's slim waist tightly and let out a low gasp. Jihyo once again stopped at a critical moment, forcing him to readjust his breathing rhythm.

"We have just started, oppa, don't worry." Jihyo licked her lips, with a teasing light in her eyes.

The man had already lost his mind under Jihyo's teasing, and only the most primitive desires dominated his actions. Jihyo deliberately stopped every time he was about to reach climax, forcing him to endure the huge impact. This ecstasy experience drove him crazy, and his sanity was losing bit by bit.

"Jihyo...please...I really can't bear it anymore..." The man hugged Jihyo's body tightly and almost begged. Jihyo just smiled and rubbed his soft breasts against the increasingly thick cock, as if he was deliberately teasing him.

"Oppa, I'm not happy when you're like this. You said you wanted me to serve you before?" Jihyo looked at the man pretending to be aggrieved, "If you don't cooperate obediently, I might be angry~"

Seeing Jihyo's coquettish look, the man couldn't resist. He knew he couldn't bear it anymore, so he had to summon up the last bit of willpower and said: "Okay... I will be obedient... You can do whatever you want... I just ask you to let me cum." ..."

Jihyo showed a victorious smile, touched the man's cheek and kissed him softly: "I knew that oppa is the best~ So, are you ready? I'm going to make you feel so happy!"

Jihyo swallowed the ready-to-go cock into her mouth until its head was pressed deep into her throat. The man's breathing became heavy and rough in an instant, and he couldn't help but insert his hands into her hair.

Jihyo used the tip of her tongue to roam around the man's cock. Whenever she licked the sensitive coronal sulcus, the man would involuntarily push forward. But she always avoided it cleverly, refusing to let that sensitive part go deep into her mouth. This kind of distant touch made the man fall into unprecedented madness.

"Jihyo...you monster...I'm going to be tortured to death by you..." The man held Jihyo's hair tightly, as if he wanted to stuff his whole cock into her mouth. Jihyo smiled even sweeter, deliberately slowing down and tracing the shape of his cock over and over with the tip of his tongue.

"Oppa is too impatient. I have to take my time to serve you~" Jihyo looked up at the man, the mischievous meaning in hereyes was self-evident.

The man knew he could no longer resist such temptation. He let go of Jihyo's hair and let her suck between his legs. She was like a skilled musician, mastering the rhythm perfectly, sometimes deep throating, sometimes shallow swallowing, and occasionally licking and teasing key parts, causing him to reach the peak and then be pulled back to where he was.

"Jihyo...I can't do it anymore...please...please let me cum in your mouth..." The man's tone was full of pleading. Jihyo, however, seemed not to hear, still focused on her "playing", as if determined to drive him crazy.

Just when the man was about to collapse, Jihyo finally increased her speed and let the hard object thrust violently into her mouth. She felt it swelling and beating in the deepest part of her mouth, so she sucked harder...

Jihyo sucked the man's cock hard until it became thicker and harder in her mouth. The man also quickly reached the critical point under her ventriloquism. He held Jihyo's hair tightly with both hands and gasped: "Jihyo...I'm cumming...let me cum quickly..."

Jihyo raised her big watery eyes to look at him, and then worked harder to swallow the huge thing with bulging veins. The man couldn't help but thrust forward and pushed his cock into the deepest part of her mouth. The next second, streams of thick white liquid spurted out and poured into Jihyo's throat.

Jihyo swallowed all the man's semen and spit it out after the cock was slightly weakened. She wiped the white liquid from the corner of her mouth and smiled sweetly at the man: "Oppa's taste is so good~ I ate it all!"

The man lay on the bed, panting exhausted. He knew that he was so fascinated by this witch that he would reach climax in the mouth of a strange woman. But he didn't regret it, because the bliss that Jihyo gave him was something he had never experienced before. He couldn't help but stretched out his hand, wanting to touch her body again...

Jihyo grabbed the man's hand, put it on her bare shoulder and stroked it gently: "Oppa, do you want me?" Her voice was like the sound of nature, with fatal attraction. The man nodded subconsciously, and she took the initiative to sit on his crotch, using her already muddy lower body to rub against his renewed desire.

"Then let's do something more interesting, shall we?" Jihyo leaned down and stuck out the tip of his tongue to swirl around the man's ear.

Jihyo's lips and tongue wandered around the man's neck like a snake, leaving erotic marks one after another. Her slippery lower body also began to rub between his legs, as if she wanted to swallow more. The man only felt that his reason was about to collapse under her offensive.

"Oppa, what do you want me to do?" Jihyo raised her misty eyes and looked at him, "Do you want me to hold you in my mouth like before? Or do you want me to sit on you and use my pussy to love you?"

Jihyo looked at him with charming eyes and smiled softly: "Then what does Oppa want me to do?"

The man knew that he could no longer resist such temptation. He arched up under Jihyo and held her butt cheeks with both hands: "I want you...I want you to sit on top...please me with your body..."

Jihyo nodded with satisfaction, grabbed his already high-spirited clone, and sat down slowly. The man's moans immediately resounded throughout the room - he finally got his wish to possess this charming woman. Jihyo began to move her body up and down, letting the hot thing move in and out of her body.

"Ah... Jihyo... you're so tight..." The man grasped Jihyo's slender waist and lifted her waist step by step in response to her movements. Jihyo gasped softly, enjoying the wonderful feeling of being one with the man. "Do you like it, oppa? Do you like it when I use this place to please you?"

"I...like it...it feels so comfortable..." The man closed his eyes and raised his head, letting out short moans.

Jihyo rides on the man wildly, and every rise and fall will cause a more intense collision sound. Her vagina has been honed by her long-term training to be extremely tight. Whenever the man's penis penetrates deep into it, it always brings an ecstasy of pleasure. Jihyo couldn't help but twist her slender waist to allow herself to accept this fiery desire more deeply.

"Ah... oppa... so big..." Jihyo pressed her hands on the man's chest and began to move her body up and down faster. She felt like her pussy was about to be stretched open, but this feeling of fullness made her want to stop. Every time it went deep, the man's penis would hit her cervix, causing a numb shudder.

"Jihyo...slow down...you will tire us both out..." The man hugged Jihyo tightly, feeling like his strength was being drained by her. But Jihyo didn't seem to hear it and instead rode harder. Her breasts swayed with the movement, and the man couldn't help but reach out and hold them, kneading the soft breasts.

"Oppa, do you like it? Do you like me doing this to you?" Jihyo asked breathlessly, feeling that her climax was about to come. The man closed his eyes and nodded, holding Jihyo's slim waist with one hand and squeezing the two red spots on her chest with his other hand.

"Hmm... great... Jihyo is cumming..." Jihyo let out a sweet cry and collapsed into the man's arms. The man felt that his penis was being squeezed by her vagina and it became sore, knowing that she had also reached a climax.

After a while, Jihyo slowly opened her eyes. She leaned close to the man's ear and whispered softly: "Oppa, you were very comfortable just now, right? I will make you more comfortable... We still have a lot of time..."

Although Jihyo's climax gave him a certain degree of satisfaction, seeing the still longing look in her eyes, the man knew that he was not completely released. He turned Jihyo over, assumed the missionary position, and entered her deeply once again.

"Ah...brother..." Jihyo exclaimed, and she felt another hot giant thing in her body pushing into the pussy. The man began to thrust wildly, hitting the deepest point every time. He grabbed Jihyo's proud breasts with both hands and kneaded them into various shapes.

"Jihyo...your breasts are so tempting..." The man gasped, feeling like he was about to lose control. Jihyo deliberately moved her hips to meet his thrusts, as if to seduce him to treat her more roughly. The man couldn't help but increase the strength in his hands, even leaving red marks.

"Oppa... be gentle... my breasts will be damaged..." Jihyo protested with a gasp, but her body betrayed her words and instead catered to the man's movements. This aroused the man's sadistic desire even more. He lowered his head, opened his mouth wide, took one of Jihyo's breasts into his mouth, and sucked hard.

"Hmm... don't... it hurts..." Jihyo felt like her nipples were almost bitten off by him, but this mixture of pain and pleasure made her body more sensitive. She felt the man's cock getting harder and hotter inside her, and knew he was about to reach his peak.

"Oppa... cum with me..." Jihyo hugged the man's neck tightly and wrapped her legs around his waist, allowing him to penetrate deeper into her.

Jihyo clamped her legs tightly around the man's waist and pushed him deeper into her body again and again. She felt that his penis was getting harder and bigger, as if he was trying to fill her up. Under the leadership of Jihyo, the man continued to increase the speed and intensity. Every impact made her feel the pleasure of being hit.

"Oppa...faster...I want you..." Jihyo urged, feeling that she was on the verge of climax. The man seemed to have reached his limit. He grabbed Jihyo's buttocks with both hands and began to thrust hard like a beast.

"Jihyo...I'm cumming...You're pushing me too hard..." The man screamed, feeling that he was about to explode. Jihyo took the initiative to contract her vagina and bit his cock tightly.

"Oppar... cum inside me... I want to be with you..." Jihyo shook her butt, letting the entrance of her womb rub his manhood.

The man could no longer control himself. He grunted, his body beating violently inside Jihyo, and streams of thick white heat were continuously injected into her body. Jihyo also reached her climax. She arched her body, clutching the bed sheets with both hands, and her pussy was sucking the man's cock like spasms.

"Ah... Jihyo... you're so good at sucking..." the man growled, feeling that his semen was completely absorbed by her pussy. Jihyo lay on his chest and relaxed her legs, letting his clone stay inside her.”

It took some time for Jihyo to recover from the afterglow of orgasm. She felt that the man's clone was still buried in her body. Although it was no longer erect, it also proved how intense the stormy sex had been.

"Oppa...you are making me so tired..." Jihyo said coquettishly. She turned her head and kissed the man's cheek. The man smiled bitterly and kissed her back.

"It's because you are too tempting...I really can't resist..." the man said apologetically, and he pulled out his weak clone, which was stained with the body fluids of the two of them. Jihyo looked at the weapon that tortured her to death and couldn't help laughing.

"Oppa is so childish..." Jihyo stretched out her hand and held the man's clone. Even though it had softened, she could still feel the warmth in her palm. She worked it up and down slowly, and couldn't help but feel a little proud when she saw the penis gradually getting hard in her hands.

"Jihyo...what are you doing..." the man exclaimed, but was soon overwhelmed by the pleasure. Jihyo smiled but did not answer. She climbed on top of the man, straddled between his legs, then leaned down and swallowed the man's cock in one gulp.

"Hmm..." The man couldn't help but raised his head. He felt the pleasure of his body being wrapped in a warm mouth. Jihyo sucked for a while, then raised her head and looked at the man with a smile.

"Oppa, don't you want it...I will help you with my mouth..." Jihyo lowered her head again and concentrated on serving the man's clone. The man grabbed her hair, feeling his desire being aroused by her again.

Jihyo knelt between the man's legs, holding his waist with both hands, swallowing his cock. The tip of her tongue licked along every inch of the shaft, occasionally taking care of the sac underneath. The man felt so comfortable that he closed his eyes and allowed Jihyo to do whatever he wanted.

"Jihyo...slow down...I can't take it anymore..." the man gasped. He felt that his cock was so hard that it hurt and he might ejaculate again at any time. Jihyo sped up, her lips tightly wrapped around the clone, and every suck made the man gasp.

"Oppa... do you like this...?" Jihyo raised her head and asked with misty eyes. The man nodded and reached out to hold her head. Jihyo lowered her head again and swallowed the clone into his throat. Her skills were proficient and sophisticated, and she quickly pushed the man to the edge of climax.

"No way...I'm cumming..." The man covered Jihyo's head, involuntarily raised his waist, and inserted his penis deeply into her mouth. Jihyo sucked in cooperation until the man roared and ejaculated waves of thick semen into her mouth.

Jihyo swallowed most of the semen, but some spilled out of the corners of her lips. She looked up at the man and smiled with satisfaction. "Oppa tastes so good..." She licked the corners of her mouth, crawled to lie down next to the man, and put her arms around his waist.

"Jihyo...you are such a monster..." the man sighed, his body still sensitive to the attack of Jihyo's lips and tongue. Jihyo just smiled, knowing that she had complete control over this man, and that was exactly what she wanted.

Jihyo lay in the man's arms, feeling that her pussy was still empty. Although the sexual intercourse just now made her climax several times, her body still longed for more pleasure. Especially when she saw the man's weak clone, she was even more unable to extricate herself.

"Oppa..." Jihyo called out coquettishly, then stretched out her little hand and held the man's clone. Although he had softened, he still slowly responded to her caress.

"You little evil..." the man said helplessly, but he had no intention of refusing. On the contrary, he took the initiative to put the clone into Jihyo's hand. Jihyo smiled happily. She gently kneaded the man's balls, feeling them gradually enlarge and harden.

"Oppa, do you like me doing this?" Jihyo asked while playing with the man's clone. The man's breathing became heavier, and he closed his eyes to enjoy Jihyo's service. "Of course, I like it...your little mouth is so good at sucking..." the man gasped. He felt that his desire was ignited again, and the cock became energetic.

Jihyo saw the man's reaction and smiled with satisfaction. She let go, then turned around and knelt down facing the man's direction. She held the man's thigh with one hand, held the clone with the other, opened her red lips, and took the man's little brother into her mouth.

"Hmm..." The man moaned comfortably. He felt his body enter a hot, moist and tight place, where the soft flesh was constantly rubbing and squeezing the source of his desire. Jihyo swallowed, his tongue flexibly swirled around the tip, and he made "gurgling" sounds from time to time.

Jihyo knelt on the bed, with her back to the man, her hips raised high, forming a beautiful arc. The man's mouth went dry and his body became as hard as a rock. He stretched out his hand and patted Jihyo's snow-white buttocks, causing a tremor.

"Brother...what do you want to do..." Jihyo screamed in pain. She turned her head and looked at the man with a bright eyebrow. That endearing look made the man unable to hold back any longer. He rushed forward and eagerly spread her legs and aimed his penis at the already muddy little hole, insert it to the end with all his strength!

"Ah——!" Jihyo screamed. She felt that her vagina was filled to the brim with a thick and hot object. The feeling of filling made her feel so comfortable that she almost flew up. The man grabbed Jihyo's slim waist and began to thrust rapidly. Each stroke hit the deepest part of her body, bringing waves of ecstasy-inducing pleasure.

"Oppa...it's so deep...slow down..." Jihyo begged, but the man didn't slow down, and instead thrust harder and harder. Jihyo soon couldn't resist anymore. She screamed repeatedly and her whole body was trembling slightly. The man seemed to be stimulated by her reaction. He grabbed Jihyo's breasts with one hand, kneaded the sensitive nipples, and reached down with the other hand to find her engorged clitoris, rubbing it lightly and hard at times.

The triple stimulation brought Jihyo to climax quickly. She screamed and orgasmed, and her pussy was spasming and contracting continuously.

Jihyo was so fucked by the man that her reason had already left her, replaced by the most primitive instinctive desire. She just wanted more, faster, deeper thrusts. The man noticed her need. He increased his speed and fucked Jihyo's pussy with almost brutal force.

"Ah...ah...harder...deeper..." Jihyo yelled randomly, her fingers clasping the sheets tightly, and her lower abdomen involuntarily pushed up to meet the man's impact. The man grabbed her waist and pulled her back, raising her hips higher to facilitate his thrust.

"Jihyo...you are really my little whore..." the man gasped. He looked at the expression of the woman under him losing control due to his own impact, and felt a sense of accomplishment as a conqueror in his heart. But soon he discovered that his strength seemed to be gradually unable to keep up with Jihyo's needs.

"Oppa... don't stop... harder..." Jihyo urged, her waist kept twisting, hoping to get deeper and stronger stimulation. The man gritted his teeth and turned Jihyo over so that she lay flat on the bed. Then he pressed up with his whole body and buried his body deeply into her body. He thrust like crazy, hitting her sensitive spots every time.

"Ah...ah...Oppa...I'm going to die..." Jihyo screamed again and again. She felt that the pleasure in her body had reached its peak and was about to explode at any time. But the man had no intention of stopping. He fucked her harder, as if he wanted to penetrate her completely.

Jihyo was fucked so hard by the man that she lost consciousness. Her limbs were tightly wrapped around the man's body like an octopus, and her nails sank into his flesh unknowingly. The man felt that he was about to ejaculate, but he still pumped Jihyo's pussy relentlessly. He wanted her to reach the climax with him.

"Oppa... I can't do it anymore... Slow down..." Jihyo begged in tears, but the man turned a deaf ear. He just wanted to let Jihyo get the maximum pleasure. Finally, after a deep thrust, the man finally roared and released all his desires into Jihyo's body. At the same time, Jihyo also reached her climax. She screamed, her pussy convulsed, and a large amount of warm love juice moistened their joint.

After a long time, the man got up from Jihyo''s body. He saw Jihyo''s little face flushed, her eyes filled with water. The ravaged look made him feel unusually satisfied. However, at this moment, Jihyo suddenly sat up and grabbed the man's wrist.

"Brother...I still want..." Jihyo's tone was a little hoarse, but the desire in her eyes was clear. The man was stunned. He originally thought that Zhi Huo should be fucked to death by him, but he didn't expect that she still wanted it? !

"But Oppa... I still want your cock in my pussy..." Jihyo hugged the man's neck and licked his ear with the tip of her tongue. The provocative action made the man react immediately.

"You little devil..." the man said through gritted teeth. His lower body became hard again and pressed against Jihyo's soft body. "Since you want it so much, then let’s do it. But this time, I can't let you off easily."

The man pushed Jihyo down on the bed, raised her legs and opened them to the maximum angle, and then inserted his cock deeply into her in one breath. "Ah~" Jihyo couldn't help but exclaimed. She had just experienced a fierce orgasm, and now she was experiencing a new round of impact. She felt like a small boat, rising and falling on the sea with the wind and waves, which may capsize at any time.

The man didn't care about Jihyo's feelings at all, he just thrust fiercely, as if he wanted to penetrate her completely. Jihyo could only hold on to the sheets tightly and endure the violent impact. "Oppa... be gentle... I won't be able to bear it..." She begged with a tearful voice, but the man couldn't listen at all. He even started to get harder, pinching her nipples and pulling and rotating them hard.

"Ugh...no...it's very sensitive there..." Jihyo felt a burst of electricity from her chest spread throughout her body, and her pussy became tighter and moister. She knew that she could no longer control her body's reaction and could only let the man do whatever he wanted.

The man felt the change in Jihyo, and he knew that she had once again indulged in the sea of ​​sensuality. He took advantage of the situation and lowered his head to kiss her lips. His tongue penetrated her mouth and played with it wantonly. Jihyo was so ecstatic by his kiss that she kissed the man back obliviously, swallowing every inch of the sweet fluid he sent her.

Just when the two of them were immersed in the passionate kiss, the man suddenly let go of Jihyo's lips and kissed her ears, neck and shoulders. He placed frivolous kiss marks on her sensitive skin, each time eliciting unbearable moans from Jihyo.

" Jihyo..." The man whispered her name, his breathing already somewhat disordered. "You know, I fell in love with you the first time I saw you. I have always wanted to have you, and today I finally got my wish. I will always love you and never leave you."

Jihyo didn't react at all to the man's confession. All she could think about at the moment was how to get the man to enter her body again and bring her more pleasure. But she didn't want to ask directly, so she had to pretend to be touched, hugged the man's neck, and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

"Oppa... I like you too... I will always be by your side..." Jihyo said coquettishly, her hand sliding to the man's crotch and stroking his erect penis again.

The man was indeed pleased by her words. He happily picked up Jihyo, pressed her on the bed, and took possession of her again.

Jihyo soon became addicted to having sex with the man. She actively catered to his impact and moaned wildly. But she knew in her heart that she had no real feelings for the man in front of her. She only said those words deliberately to please him in order to satisfy her own desires.

But at this moment, Jihyo couldn't care less. She just wanted to enjoy this ridiculous sex feast. The man's power seemed to have no end. He thrust in and out of her like a never-ending machine, reaching the deepest point with every thrust. Jihyo's pussy was sore and numb from his rubbing, but it was more of a pleasant pleasure.

"Oppa...you are so awesome...I love you so much..." Jihyo murmured nonsense, her hands caressing the man's back and arms. The man looked at her intoxicated expression, and his desire to conquer was greatly satisfied.

"Jihyo... Me too... I will always treat you like this..." The man increased his speed and hit Jihyo's sensitive spots hard. Jihyo couldn't hold it back any longer, she screamed loudly and reached her climax, her core tightening around the man's cock.

After a long time, the two finally ended the intense sexual intercourse. Jihyo was lying on the bed, dripping with sweat all over her body, looking at the ceiling absentmindedly. She knew that such a relationship was destined to not last long, but she didn't care at the moment, she just wanted to chase a moment of happiness.

[writella]

Hi! @sinsandsweetness mentioned you when I had requested something from them. Theirs was just so wonderful and needed that day.

I was wondering if you would be comfortable doing a variation of that idea. Daryl x fem!reader, gentle smut while reader needs some comfort and closeness. I understand if you wouldn’t want to.

Thank you so much.

Hi! ♡ Sure :) I can do that. Perhaps I can use it as an exercise for myself to write something shorter. I think this came out a little more fluffy than maybe you might have wanted but I still added in everything! Let me know what you think! And thank you so much for being my first anon and first request- this was so exciting for me!

Also, for any other readers, I ended up not needing to use pronouns so you can consider this afab!reader, but you can still picture it as a fem!reader, anon, it still works both ways. ♡

This includes some smut, soft!Daryl, both reader and Daryl feeling down, and both of them expressing their care for one another.

Your bedroom window is always three inches open. You knew Daryl could get through without the help, but him coming into your room at night had become a recognized habit, so you decided it was best to do it anyway. It was a sign that he was welcomed, that he didn’t always have to sneak in for whatever reason he did. You would have always let him in. He should have known that.

You didn’t question it though, talking about your feelings to him wasn’t your strong suit either. Especially not tonight when the light breeze blowing from your window touched the tears rolling down your cheek, making them chill.

You turned from it, just in case Daryl decided to come that night. You didn’t want to worry him or seem like a child. Bad things happen everyday in this world. You don’t see anyone else at camp crying all the time. Yet there you were, finding it hard to shake these feelings for the third night in a row.

You heard the sliding of the glass now, Daryl’s finger pressing up on the window to make it wider. He held the sides and put his legs through first. Normally this would have been seamless and silent, but Daryl was getting comfortable with this routine, becoming more lax with his stealth in this case.

You wiped your tears quietly, your hand movements very slow, not daring to move too far to the sides just in case he saw your fingers. You hoped he would just think you’re awake but not crying.

“You up?” He asks, his voice is a whisper, but nonetheless you hear his ever present rasp.

“Yes,”

He takes off his shoes, and his pants, and his vest, hanging it on the hooks of the back of your door. He sits on your bed then, just on the corner, his hands on his knees, motionless.

You look up at him, trying your best to make your inhale not sound like a sniffle. “Daryl?”

“Hm,”

“Are you okay?”

“Are you?” It’s a retort, but he says it just as genuinely and softly as you asked. “Why were you crying?”

You’re silent for a minute. Why is it as if you have all the words when you are alone, but the second someone is around, the second that someone shows they care, you are wordless? Your mind is so heavy, the thoughts spiraling, but your mouth is completely empty and dry. Speaking becomes impossible now. “I don’t know,” is all you can say.

You come up to him and sit beside him. He only looks at you quickly through the corners of his eyes, but keeps his head down, his hair in his face.

You hold his opposite shoulder and his leg and move your head into the crux of his neck, closing your eyes. Your hand then moves to his cheek, gently brushing up and down, feeling the bristles of his facial hair. It makes him lean into you.

Finally, his head turns to your face, your hand still resting at the side of his. Your thumb brushes over his sad eyes and his lips and he wipes your slow coming tears.

He kisses your nose, rubbing his into yours, until he starts to kiss your lips. His hand comes to your jaw and neck as he deepens it, laying you on the bed. The two of you move upwards until you reach your pillow again.

He delicately takes off your shirt, and pants, and underwear and you try to help him do the same.

He lays on you now and you hold his head and neck. His hands are at your hips as he slowly presses down on you, moving. You press up into him. He kisses your neck, peppering it lightly.

Afterwards, he pushes himself inside of you and moves only a little until his motions stop. His arms and body wrapping around you in totality. Your arms try their best to reach everywhere on his back, your movements so slow, delicate, and tender. You untangle pieces of his hair softly. He is inside of you, but truly you are hugging, embracing each other with love.

As a moment passes you finally whisper, “It’s so hard to pretend everything is okay all the time.”

You’re on the verge of tears again as you admit it. “There are things about the past that I don’t want back, ever, but some days I just really wish we didn’t have to fight… sometimes I just get so tired… sometimes I think I would-”

A scary thought comes that you decide not to share.

Daryl looks at you now, holding your head. It’s almost as if his hands are just that big as he holds both sides. You feel the warmth radiating off of them to your cheeks and your ears. He puts his forehead against yours, sending all his love through to you. “We don’t gotta pretend in here.”

He kisses your lips again, it’s sweet and light. You’ve never felt him do it like this before.

He begins to truly move inside you now. Your arms wrap around his middle back, it’s like you’re still hugging until he takes your hands in his, resting them parallel to your head as he holds on and he pumps just a bit faster, creating a deep and steady rhythm.

His head is curled into your neck as you sigh into him, his body making you feel a release from your worries. It causes him to meet your eyes again but they are closed. He kisses you once more, ‘I love you,’ his lips are truly saying as they melt into you, ‘It’ll be okay. I’ll make it okay. Just for you.’

[xjulienbakerx]

Julien Baker NSFW Alphabet

Julien Baker x F!Woman!Reader

Title says it all, the famous NSFW alphabet for JB. Enjoy!

Content: oral sex, strap-ons, vaginal fingering, aftercare, masturbation, squirting, possessive behavior, getting strapped down so good you cry. JB should come with her own warning. (Let me know if I missed anything!)

Disclaimer: this is RPF, fiction inspired by a real person. I do not know the person it’s based on nor do I claim any of this to be fact. It’s an exercise in fantasy, just like all other forms of fanfic. Do not repost this fic off platform. Do not share it with the person who inspired the character or anyone who knows them.

Prefer AO3? Here ya go.

18+ only MDNI

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

JB is 100% a cuddle bug. And she wants to take care of things. She’ll make sure you’re cleaned up and grab you both some water before curling up with you. How depends on how she’s feeling. Some days you’re already laying on your back so she’ll slide up and wrap herself, one arm and one leg thrown over you.

When she’s feeling more tender, she prefers spooning. Early on you were surprised to realize she prefers being the big spoon, which she usually is. In those moments, she’ll gently guide you both onto your sides and curl up around you, pressing kisses to your shoulder and running her hands over your body, especially through your hair.

Don’t get it wrong, she loves the feeling of being wrapped up in your arms, too. It’s just that she loves the feeling of being the one keeping you feeling safe when you’re done.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

She feels good about her body, proud of how strong it is. But she loves her arms. She’s a lot of strength in a small package. She loves getting to throw you around and maneuver you just how she wants you.

Plus, she’s also a total dude. It makes her feel good to be strong enough to do things for you around the house instead of having to hire someone. When she’s been home for little bit, it’s not abnormal for you to come home from a long day at work or hanging out with friends to find a new piece of furniture sitting in your living room, fully assembled.

“Julien, what is this?”

“New bookcase,” she says, beaming that grin of hers. “Sorry, I should have showed it to you first, but it just felt really you and I thought you might like it. Do you?”

“It’s nice, J, but it’s massive. Who helped you get it home?”

The grin falters and her voice kicks up into that higher it does when she’s unsure of herself.

“Babe! I did. It was only like 100lbs,” she says, shrugging. “No big deal.”

As for you, she loves your butt. She wasn’t previously one for choosing between boobs and ass but the first time you were together, she pulled you close and kissed you roughly, her hands sliding down the back of your pants and underwear to grab and knead your ass as she pressed you in closer and closer. You moaned into her mouth and she was hooked. Ever since, she can’t resist grabbing your ass at any possible moment. She’s obsessed. When you’re out anywhere she’ll always have at least one of her hands in your back pocket but she’s very much That Guy and likes to just walk behind you with both of her hands your back pockets. Now you spend a lot more money on good quality jeans that make your ass look great.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Julien can’t get enough of how wet you get. She’d gladly drink you in all day if you let her. She loves getting her whole hand in you, feeling you soaking down her wrist and getting to see the slick sheen left behind on her hand when she pulls out of you.

If you’re a squirter, she loves it. She’ll keep going, lapping or rubbing at you or thrusting into you until you beg her to stop and kick her away. She’ll take whatever she can get from you.

You’ve seen the video of her licking the cake off her hands, right? That’s how she is when she’s licking your wetness off of her hands, except her eyes are closed in pleasure and she’s moaning around her own fingers.

Go on, give her another one.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She always maintained that the reliance on (not use of!, she always clarified) phallic sex toys was anti-feminist, a result of a male obsessed society without the ability to contextualize female pleasure when a phallus isn’t involved.

She said that and maybe some day she believed it but these days, she loves railing you with a strap on cock. I mean railing you. It’s not just a normal, run-of-the-mill dicking down, she likes to get you on all fours with your head and chest pressed into the mattress while she grabs your hips and gets you deep and just right until you’re sobbing, drooling into the pillow. You love it and she loves the sight of you falling apart for her like that, completely gone, surrendering to her. She loves getting you to that point when your whines and moans don’t stop. It’s just one long noise that sometimes pitches higher or lower when she swivels or slides just right.

The dirty secret is less about the railing (even though it’s very different than what she used to go on about) and more about why she loves it so much: when she works you until you cry. You’ve got safe words and she always checks in with you. When you first start crying, she goes in deep and drapes her body over your back.

“You okay, baby?” she says, kissing your shoulder.

You whine and give her a weak nod as you writhe. When she raises back up, you throw one of your hands behind you. She holds your wrist while she makes you sing and weep with pleasure.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

JB has been fucking girls since her teens. It’s one of the few things she was never self-conscious about, her ability to throw herself into giving someone else pleasure. It’s only been in the past several years, though, that she’s learned how to let herself receive without shame. She struggled a lot as a younger person with the small minded views of what pleasure should look like for queer women. She felt like as the typically more masculine presenting partner, that she had to forgo her own pleasure for her partners. It took her a while to realize that there’s nothing wrong with her for liking to be taken care of, too. Now she’s got just as much experience getting fucked out as she does making a woman devolve into tears of pleasure.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

JB has to be kissing you at all times, if at all possible. Her favorite is when you’re on your back and she’s between your legs fucking you. She wants you to wrap your legs around her as tight as you can while she thrusts her hand (or a cock) into you. Her lips are never off of yours. You’re moaning into her mouth and writhing around. She just holds you through it, one hand gently holding your face to keep you where she needs to get at your lips while she keeps hitting you just right.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

She’s a silly bean but she can also be really intense. It depends on a few things:

She always craves you but if you’ve been apart too long, she gets super intense. Her attention is laser focused on you. It’s a need so strong there’s no air for anything else. In those moments, it’s just you and her, her skin pressing as close to you as possible and as far as she can get inside of you never feeling like enough.

Other times, though, she’s the cutest. Your sex can often feel really playful, with both of you giggling. It’s a joyous thing, getting to have each other like this. It’s so heady, the high of the deep empathy, trust, and care you’ve created for each other in your relationship.

She can also tip serious pretty easily when she’s feeling overwhelmed or anxious. She’ll keep giving you the sweetest kisses and saying to you with her brow furrowed as if everything she’s feeling is too much, “I love you.”

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

She’s neatly trimmed, not shaved. She likes the look of hair being where it’s supposed to but it can grow pretty long if she doesn’t keep it tamed. She trims it up and keeps the fluffy look and feel.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Ohhh baby girl is a romantic. Like, a hardcore romantic. She loves gently holding the side of your face or cradling your head while she kisses you. You already know how she is when she’s inside you, but when you’ve got on her back, working her over, she whines if you pull too far away. She wants you touching her as many places as possible, wants your mouth on hers and when you need to take a break to breathe, the warmth and smell of your breath mingling with hers.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Julien loves to touch herself, especially outside of the bedroom. She’ll do it anywhere, honestly, but there’s something different about doing it in an open space like the living room. It makes her feel free.

Weirdly, it’s also a symbol that she’s back on home turf. On tour, she’s often cooped up with other people. She doesn’t have the luxury of space and freedom like she does at home.

It’s also weirdly calming. She’s always so quick to jump out of bed even when she’s home, so used to the fast pace of the road. She gets her coffee and sits on the couch, alternating between reading and looking at the window. She tries to make it a meditative practice but she often ends up anxiety spiraling about something. Returning to her body helps. She does a body scan, shifting her focus from her toes up. You’ve left memories on every part of her body; it doesn’t take long for her to start thinking about you.

The way you make her feel, how you always make sure she knows she’s loved and how you make her come hard enough to see God. The way you feel when she touches you, how you moan for her and cling to her. The way you taste.

You’re still asleep, but that doesn’t matter. You both know that self-pleasure doesn’t take anything away from your desire and love for your partner. If one of you walks in on the other, you don’t interfere unless you’re asked to.

When she’s hot from her thoughts of you, she puts the coffee or book down and opens the drawstring of her lounge pants. She slips her hand under the waistband, down over the soft downy hair on her mound. She always gasps at the first touch of her hand there, pressing firmly against her outer lips for some indirect stimulation to warm her up. She lets out a shaky moan as she takes her time building her pleasure, working herself to her peak. Sometimes you wake up while she’s doing it. You walk in in your loungewear and smile at the sight of her. Her eyes are still closed but you walk over and kiss her on the forehead. She grins up at you.

“Morning, baby,” you say.

“Morning, angel.”

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

JB’s got a thing for patent leather thigh-high boots. She thinks it’s from watching 80s music vids with her dad as a kid; those ladies loved to be slinking around in shiny pleather heels. And now she just can’t fucking help herself when she sees you wearing them. She always knew she liked them but it wasn’t until you fell to the insistence of a TikTok ad and randomly bought a pair that she realize it was now a thing for her.

You were in the bedroom, one boot already on and your other leg bent, resting on the edge of a trunk. JB walked into the room and stopped dead in her tracks, mouth opened in the horniest shock face you’ve ever seen. She tried to speak but all that came out were these stuttering “ah…ah…” sounds. You raised and eyebrow and then completely lost it when she started flailing her arms, starting to walk toward you and then stopping a few times. She couldn’t believe how good you looked in them.

Nowadays, she’ll beg you to wear them and dance for her. She likes the feeling of the heel digging into her thigh ever so slightly when you rest your foot there. She found that out by accident. She’d just wanted you to bring them as close to her as possible and let her feel up and down your legs in them, but then she realized it smarted a bit and she liked it.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Give her a bed any day. She’s got a lot of physical energy so she likes to be able to roll you around and switch up positions quickly. But good god, does she love you against a wall. She likes to press your front into it, get a grip on your hip to keep you in place and reach between your legs to drive you crazy.

Nature daddy loves to fuck outside. Looking up at the starry night sky while you eat her out? Hell yeah.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

JB just loves women, man. You don’t need to do anything special tbh, just be your fine self and exist. Seriously. Here’s a list of simple things that have gotten her hot recently:

The sight of you in the sun with the wind whipping your hair around. You’re so damn gorgeous in natural light it’s all she can do to get back to the car or find some place secluded and get her mouth on you.

You standing at the stove in a holey sweat pants making really terrible pancakes. You were so focused on arranging the batter molds that you didn’t really flavor the batter. She just drowned ‘em in syrup and had at while you tried again. When she was done, she wiped her mouth and slid up behind you, grabbing your boobs and then turning the stove off. The pancakes didn’t matter.

When you take charge or defend her…she completely loses her mind. JB’s a great communicator, it often gets her out of things that might turn into conflict for other people. And lord knows she’s incredibly protective of you, but it’s harder to defend yourself than your loved ones sometimes. If someone’s being shitty or trying to take advantage of Julien, you’ll fly right on in there and end it. It gets her going every single time. The last time was when she watched you take over a call with a vendor who was trying to screw her over by gaslighting her about his original quote (which you had in fucking writing.) You could tell the conversation was going nowhere and asked her to hand you to the phone. You had him backtracking in under a minute and ended up with her head between your legs before you’d even hung up. He honored his original quote and threw in an extra order in the end. Turns out getting head makes you a great negotiator.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

She draws the line at anything that tips cruel or too violent. A little spanking or other use of hands is alright but implements freak her out. She’s a natural with teasing and playful banter but she won’t say anything truly degrading to you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Ohhhhhh, JB LOVES to eat you out. She’s got finesse and technique but she really just loves to shove her face between your legs and lick, tease, and suck until you’re pulling her hair so hard she thinks she might cry. Her style is whatever you want right now. That said, she loves using her taut tongue to drive you crazy, fucking it in and out of you while her fingers play with your clit. When you come, she doesn’t bother bringing you down. She moves her tongue up to lave around your clit in quick, tight circles before pressing it relentlessly into that sensitive part on the side of your clit. She holds the pressure there and rolls her firmly held tongue slightly over it. You grab her hair again as you scream and twitch out your climax.

When you eat her out, she’s usually in one of two modes.

1. If she’s super keyed up and horny for you, she’ll hold your head even though she knows you don’t need it to please her. She likes the illusion of being able to control your pace and how you please her. She groans a lot when she’s like this, looking down at you in awe like she can’t believe you’re hers. She keeps a grip in your hair. It’s firm but not too tight. You look up at her constantly and she praises you the entire time. She’ll have her brows knitted together, your head held firmly as she grinds onto your tongue. She’ll let out a deep, long groan, eyes still boring into you and say, “Fuuuuck princess. C’mon, just like that. Yeah. You’re doing so good for me. So good for me.”

Her face screws up as she fights to keep looking at you, but you’re just making her feel too good. She throws her head back and comes with a shout. The second she can, she’s pulling your head up and kissing the daylights out of you. She peppers kisses across your face and your nose before whispering, “Always so good for me, baby. I love you so much.”

2. When she’s just needy for you, she’s not worried about being in charge. She’ll lie back with her arms thrown over her eyes, overwhelmed by the pleasure like this. God, she loves it like this when it’s slow and unhurried. The pleasure blooms slowly as you take your time pulling down her boxer briefs and nuzzling her mound. You kiss her there, almost chastely, and then trail your sweet mouth down, down, avoiding giving her direct contact for as long as possible because…yep, there it is. The whining. When she just needs you in that deep, emotional way, baby girl whines so much. Whines for you to touch her, whines for you to stop touching her when she’s overstimulated, whines for you to slow down or speed up. She wants you to know how good you make her feel so she doesn’t hold back. When she comes it’s whiny and high-pitched. She couldn’t be less embarrassed.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Baby girl is kinda feral sometimes. She’ll just look at you and pounce, pull you into a messy kiss. You have a rhythm now and when she’s like that, you’re both immediately pulling each other’s clothes off and going to whatever surface around you is sturdiest. Sometimes it’s rough like that but usually it’s just…insistent. She’s good at signaling what she wants and you’re a pro at reading the signals and going along, if that’s in line with what you’re in the mood for.

It’s not always like that, though. She loves the sensual intimacy of spreading you out and taking you apart bit by bit. She has the range.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

JB is the queen of the inappropriate quickie, i.e. in venue bathrooms, alleyways, and parking lots (she parks so far away from the door for a reason). These are almost always her pinning you to the nearest surface and getting her fingers inside you. If she thinks about it enough, she’ll realize it’s a possessive thing. People look at you when you’re out. She likes knowing that when they’re busy staring at you, you can still feel the slick between your legs and the pleasant ache from where she push push pushed into that spot you like while kissing your neck and holding your mouth while you cried out from the pleasure.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

lol yes. This is the woman who when asked if she’s a good driver immediately responded, “I take risks.” [which is a crazy response to that question!!!!]

You already know she’s very down for fucking in public and in nature when anyone can walk by. She craves risky things and she’s glad to have found a way with you to do that in healthy and sexy ways.

If there’s something you want to experiment with, she’s very down as long as you’re not asking her to really hurt you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

You’re both fairly insatiable. She has a lot of mental and physical energy. Most of the time you end up in the cycle of fucking, resting while talking about random shit, fucking, resting while talking about deep philosophical shit, fucking, and then resting fr.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

“Controversial opinion,” she once told you, “but I don’t really like…like toys all that much.”

You smirked at her and she instantly corrected herself. “No, babe, that’s different. Like, a strap-on can be an extension of me when I want it to be but a lot of stuff is just like, sexual noise. Like why do I need this newfangled thing solving a problem that didn’t exist before some rich guy decided he wanted to sell this to dykes? You know?”

You didn’t know, but it was fine. JB likes what she likes but if you’re into toys, she’s definitely not above using them on you. She’s committed to your pleasure and will do whatever it is you want to experience as long as it’s not one of her hard nos. It’s just not something she’ll really ask for. She loves it when you fuck her with a strap-on cock and occasionally she uses an old bullet vibrator but that’s really it for her in toy land.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Ohhhh, she’s gonna make you beg, baby. A lot, too. Because the thing is, as much as she craves you and as deep as the need can go…she can wait. She can really wait when all of her attention and focus is going into breaking you apart until you need her so bad you could cry. It’s really unfair, how much you want her. But, ohhhh, baby it’s so much more unfair how much she needs to see you beg for it first. Who do you think breaks first?

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

She never shuts up. The entire time you’re fucking, it’s a steady stream of moans and groans. They start slightly lower than her regular speaking voice and then get louder and louder. It’s not even as she gets ready to come, it’s just louder and louder the more you touch her and she touches you. Like she’s coming alive.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

She just really loves being your pretty girl. In her natural state, she doesn’t really care for makeup or delicate things on her. She’s not opposed to it, it’s just not how she comes out of the box. But if you like her with a bit of sparkly pale pink eye shadow and a glossy glitter lip occasionally, she’ll do it for you. She loves the way your eyes widen and dilate when she comes around the corner with some makeup on, her hair neatly done, and a soft, white or floral dress, channeling the country girls of the late 60s and 70s. She’s usually pretty cocksure, that damn grin plastered on her face when she knows you’re hot for what she’s doing. But when she’s like that, she’s almost a little shy. Her smile is more even and soft. She usually stands and waits for you to come to her. She preens when you tell her, “You look so pretty, baby,” as you kiss her and run your hands down her sides. “I love the way you look in this. The way you feel.”

You fuck her in the dress.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Ok this question is very male focused lol. But between the stage and that pic one of them posted of her in that little HOMO speedo or whatever, we’ve seen her very close to naked. She’s just stupid hot.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

The thing is, she tunnel visions. The desire is always there but when she’s dialed in, working on a song or learning about something that consumes her, all of her attention is there.

So when she comes up for air, it’s like a right now kind of need. You’ve learned to move with it. When she’s super dialed in with work, most nights are intimate without being sexual. If they tip that way, it’s usually soft and quick from how needy you both have gotten.

So, you’re always desired but it looks differently depending on which cycle you’re in.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

No matter how fast paced and passionate you two just were, the second the dam breaks and you’re both coming down, she’s so relaxed she could just fall asleep right then and there. But she doesn’t, she likes to get you wrapped up in her arms, kiss your shoulders, and brush your hair. Only after she’s had a few moments of that will she get up to get a towel and bring you both some water. She cleans you both up and tosses the towel in the direction of the bathroom so she doesn’t have to move too far away from you again. She wraps herself back around you and kisses your forehead. She’s rubbing your scalp as you softly whisper words of love and praise and gratitude for each other. You’re both feeling so relaxed and loved that the sleep comes easily without you noticing it creeping in.

Ugh I had so much fun writing this. Tell me what you think.

[vibratingskull]

Hey! :) saw you were taking requests and I got one for you. 👀

Thrawn's Jedi wife (she/her) takes herself and Thrawn away from Lothal (like Ezra does) with the help from Purgils. They're both stranded alone together, they talk about a lot of things and they make love and just decide to start a family together during the 10+ years. 👀👀

Thrawnxf!reader

You turn off your lightsaber and wince in pain.

Your baby just gave you a new kick in your stomach. You caress your tummy tenderly, sighing dreamily, they are already so strong! You regret that the Chimaera isn't equipped for pregnant women, it would make things easier.

But you have the Force to guide you. So it will be okay.

You didn’t tell it to Thrawn yet but the Force whispered to you they are twins. You go sit on the bench of the dojo to wipe your sweat off with a towel. Exercising with a pregnant belly truly is something else! But you don’t want to lose your touch so you grit your teeth and continue to train.

“I was sure you would be here, cha’cah.” Thrawn voice raises next to you.

You look up to him and smile tiredly.

“Do not overwork yourself.” He gently chides, sitting next to you. “We do not have the equipment in case something goes wrong.”

“I know, dear. But I know what I’m doing, do not worry.” you soothe him, wiping your face.

“I trust you. I am simply encouraging you to be more attentive to details.” He pushes a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Everything is okay! They even gave me a kick!.”

His gaze lowers to your swollen tummy and presses his warm palm on it. The babies give another hit and his smile grows larger. You look at him with love pouring out of your eyes.

“They already so full of energy…” He mutters almost to himself.

“Yes.” you smile blissfully. “They are like you, I can feel it.”

“I hope they are more like you, it would be best for them.” He counters.

“No, why? I want an army of little clone of you! That would be adorable.” You nudge him.

“It would be absolute chaos, cha’cah.” He leans forward and kisses your stomach reverently.

“Yurk. Are you doing your disgusting adult things?” a little voice makes you both jump of your skins.

At the door of the dojo your daughter looks at you, pouting, disgusted by this physical demonstration of affection. She pinches her nose, sticking her tongue out.

“Well, hello to you too, miss.” you gently mock.

The little girl took so much from her father, blue skin, red eyes and regal features but her hairs are unmistakably yours.

“Can I play with your lightsaber, mom?”

“Absolutely not, miss.”

“Pleaaaaaaase…” She pleads, joining her two hand in prayer.

“Your mother told you no.” Thrawn intervene, “But I can train with you if you want.”

She looks at him with a deeply focused expression.

“Alright!” She exclaims joyfully.

Thrawn get rids of his white jacket and seizes a staff on the wall, joining her on the tatami. You cross your legs in a meditative position and stretch your back. You terribly need a back massage…

You make your spine pop as your husband and daughter exchange staff hits, circling each other in the dojo. Since you ended up on this wretched planet thanks to Bridger, training became a survival essential, even for the kids of the Chimaera.

You’re not the only couple that started a family, quite a number of stormtroopers and officers got together and babies started to pop up everywhere. Not enough to fill a class, around ten little ones started roaming around the corridors of the Chimaera. Thrawn wasn’t too sure about that but you only felt relief, knowing your baby daughter would not be alone, you know the presence of fellow kids is so important for a child brain’s formation. You made him the remark that it was pretty hypocritical of him to deny his troop the right of a family while starting his own. He recognized it and since accepted the situation. 

It is so new to you all, this mess of a situation forced everyone to adopt new roles and take on new responsibilities. As the highest authority Thrawn had to marry people and conduct ceremonies. It is not his field of expertise, not at all! His place is in the battle room, strategizing campaigns, not direct weddings… But he stepped up and accepted his new role. You remember him coming to you to help him for a speech, completely lost and on the verge of panic. Everything went well in the end, the ceremony was short but really touching, after the disaster the troops needed good news for morale, weddings and birth were perfect!

But you know what they really crave is Bridger’s demise and returning to the Empire…

It’s been 6 years already…

You never spoke about it with Thrawn, but you helped Ezra escape the Chimaera when you crashed on Peridea. A last nice gesture between jedis. You warned him next time you would cross paths as enemies, he nodded and disappeared into the night.

In your heart you know Thrawn is aware of that.

But he never confronted you or punished you.

Simply remained silent and started the hunt.

Because he knew you already had enough on your plate on your own. Making his troops accept a jedi as his fiance was hard enough as it was.

You’ve never been too popular on the Chimaera, and still are now. You are only tolerated.

You accepted it.

“Look mom! I hit him!” Your daughter shouts excitedly.

“My! Congrats, dear.” You applaud.

She throws herself at him with the ardor of youth and naivety, and Thrawn seizes her by the hips to throw her on his shoulder. She cries, indignant, but he only chuckles. You laugh with him at this charming display.

“Not fair! Put me down, dad!”

“No. You should not have plough forward without thinking.” He spins on himself.

“Haaaaaaa! Mom! Help!”

“You should have thought about it further, sweetie.” you laugh.

She screams as he spins, threatening to puke on him. He pulls her in his arms and throws her in the air. Your eyes follow her as she flies in the room before getting caught by her father. He launch her again and you catch her in the air with the Force.

“Alright, that’s enough I think.” You let her come down on the ground gently. She’s completely disheveled now.

“That was not fair, dad!” she complains again.

“May this be your lesson. Think before throwing yourself to an adversary.” He counters.

She walks wobbly to the bench and sits next to you, your circle her shoulders with your arm and press her against your form.

“It is for your good, sweety. There is danger outside of the Chimaera.” you explain.

“I know.” She growls, slicking her hair back. “I know, mom…”

Thrawn sits next to her, sandwiching her between you two.

“It will also be your role to protect your little brother or sister, you have to be ready.”

She looks up to him perplexed.

“Enoch won’t protect us?”

“Captain Enoch may die, as will me and your mother. We are preparing you for the future, dear.”

She let herself fall against his shoulder.

“Alright, dad.”

“Good girl.” And he encircles both of you in his arms for a big hug like you love them so much.

@Bluechiss @thrawnalani @justanothersadperson93 @al-astakbar

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Dreamling Week 2023 Monday 5 - Stuck in an elevator (Human AU)

Murphy sat on the floor, trying to do the breathing exercises his sister taught him, he had already discarded his coat and tie, the air feeling more stale every minute spent in this death trap. 

He never liked elevators, and his current predicament just makes his aversion more justified.

He looked at his phone again, 45 minutes, he had been stuck between floors 8 and 9 for 45 minutes. Sighing he let his head fall back, he already called for help and was told a team was in their way, but that was 45…46 minutes ago. Just as he was about to call again, the sound of steel hitting steel made him jump.

For a moment the panic gets a hold of him, before a muffled voice calls his name.

"Mr Endleas can you hear me?"

"Yes!"

"Good, my name is Robert, I'm from the fire department, I need you to move away from the door, we'll get you out here in no time"

"Oh thank you" he stands quickly, grabbing his coat, tie and messenger bag with him, the metallic noises come back, and he clenches his hands over his belongings when the whole thing shakes, then the doors star to open, and he can see a man with a crowbar forcing them apart, since the thing got stuck between floors the exit was from the middle of the door to up, the man clad in a firefighter uniform doing the maneuver was on his knees.

Once they are completely open and held in place, the man extend a hand in his direction "Come on Mr Endelas, let get you out of here" 

Murphy pass his things first, then he takes the offered hand and let himself be lifted through the narrow space, at one point the man put his other arm around his waist to better support his weight, and soon he is out of the damned thing, pressed against a broad chest, then he is helped to his feet by a pair of strong arms, which he is grateful for since his legs are so cramped he is sure he would fall on his face if left on his own.

“Sorry for the delay Mr Endleas, we need to make sure the structure was stable enough before risking forcing the doors'' The man, Robert, smiled at him, and the complaint forming on his tongue about the tardiness died on his throat.

“It's…quite alright” then he realized he had not let go of the man, and moved away as if burned “Thank you for your assistance” he wished, desperately, that the blush on his face wasn't noticeable.

“It's our job sir” his smile full of amusement, and Murphy is about to call out the insolence when the man continues “although, if you are amenable of let me take you out for dinner one of this days in gratitude I wouldn't be opposed” his expression turning flirtatious.

“I…this is highly inappropriate”

“Is that a no?”

“Well...It would be rude of my part if I dont thank you, wouldn't it?”

“Oh it definitely would be! Are you free to say…saturday at 8pm?”

“I may be…”

“Great! I’ll give you my number so we can decide the place”

“That would be wise”

“See you on saturday then Mr Endelas”

“You may call me Murphy…Robert” And with that Murphy makes his retreat to the stairs, his face hot as in flames.

Maybe elevators aren't as bad as he thought.

__

(Sorry it feels so rushed, english is not my first lenguage)

[throttlethrow]

Distraction (Leedo)

Pairing: Oneus Leedo x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut

Rating: 18+

Summary: You go to the gym with Geonhak and get a little distracted.

Warnings: Semi public sex, unprotected penetrative sex (female), rough sex, face-fucking

A/N: I think it's a little self explanatory. He keeps sending thirst traps on Bubble, I go crazy. This was written in a few hours so excuse any poor writing.

You were always like this after a workout; keyed up and sensitive. Something about endorphins, adrenaline and blah blah blah but you always felt wet and needy after a good exercise. You took care of it yourself if your boyfriend was out but it was a treat when he was home. Your schedules never lined up so it was very rare to go to the gym together but you quickly realized that today was going to be... Unproductive.

You were supposed to be loading weights onto the barbell but you were distracted. Geonhak was at the rack next to you on a bench doing bench presses. His eyes were focused on the ceiling so you could stare without him noticing. The way his muscles bulged and rippled under his tight workout shirt with every press, the grunts of effort and his sweatpants draping over his hips- you diverted your eyes as soon as you saw the outline of his dick. You were already a few exercises into your session so you were a little keyed up but getting aroused at your boyfriend's dickprint? Embarrassing...

You turned away and finished loading up your barbell, tightening the latch on your weight lifting belt and positioning yourself with the bar on your shoulders to do a set of squats. Taking a deep breath to recenter yourself, you lifted the bar off the rack and squatted down with your back arched in perfect form. Up, 1, breathe in, back down. With your eyes trained on your reflection in the mirror you didn't notice another set of eyes focused on you. Exhaling, you straighten and count another rep. Breaking eye contact from your reflection, you finally notice Geonhak sitting on the bench and staring at you.

He smiles and says, "No, no, keep going!" Before you say anything. Continuing with your set, you could practically feel his eyes tracing the curve of your ass as you move.

The weight on your shoulders was a bit too heavy. Not enough to drop but you acutely feel you body protesting now that your focus is broken. You try to recenter your focus by staring at your reflection again but you shake as you stand straight from another squat. In a flash, your boyfriend moves to stand behind you. "Do you want a spotter?" He asks and you respond with a breathless "Please."

You squat again for another rep, locking eyes with Geonhak in the mirror who's standing behind you to catch the bar. The squat was completed with a bit of a struggle but you still stood strong. There's another problem though... It was nice of Geonhak to spot you but you were distracted by him. The heat rolling off his body and the intensity of his eyes makes you lose focus from your set again. Another squat down but as you try to straighten, it feels like your legs refuse to listen to you. A bolt of panic rushes through you but you feel immediate relief when the bar's weight lightens enough complete your squat. You feel the bar being guided to the hooks on the squat rack and slump forward once it's reracked, your hands still holding the bar.

Large hands move to deftly flick open the weight lifting belt and you take in a deep breath. "Good job, baby." Geonhak rumbles behind you, his hot hands resting on your hips. Another breath rushes out of you when you feel him lean in, his solid chest and thighs pressing against your backside. His hips- his half hard cock digs into your ass and you take in a sharp breath. "Sorry, I've been a little distracted..."

"Me too," you breathe and he chuckles. In the mirror's reflection, you watch him move one hand across your belly to press you tighter against him and the other cupping you through your leggings. "You're so wet already..." He whispers into your ear, fingers pressing the seam of your leggings into your folds and feeling you clench against the pads of his fingers. "Wait-wait!" You say in a rush, eyes darting around to see if anyone else was in the gym. It was empty which was why you both went around this time in the first place.

"There's cameras though-!" You gasp, squirming your hips against his fingers and fighting back a moan as he kisses your neck. "Mmh, okay." Geonhak says, voice raspy from arousal and he manhandles you away from the squat rack, leaving your water bottles and bags forgotten.

Geonhak gives you enough space to guide you over to the washroom, nearly pushing you in and locking the door behind him. Then he's on you, kissing and crowding you against the wall with his big, big hands gripping your ass. You squeal a little when he lifts you up and presses you against the wall, your legs wrapping around his hips. The hard shape of his dick presses into the crease of your cunt and you moan into his lips. The kiss feels almost feral with the way you both nip and lick at each other's lips. He ruts against you, rubbing your clothed bodies together and you grip tightly onto his shoulders. You love how big he looks and how he likes to manhandle you after a workout.

Shifting in his hold, you're only coherent enough to say, "Let me- Let me, ah!" before Geonhak understands and lowers you. You drop down to your knees as soon as your feet touch the ground, mouth already open and waiting for him to yank his sweatpants down. It bobs hot and heavy infront of you and you groan at the sight.

Your hands grab at his hips but he catches your wrists and pulls them up straight above your head. A choked moan tries to leave your throat when he moves his hips to press his dick into your mouth and you feel the back of your head touch the wall. The smell of his sweat and musk floods your senses. Geonhak pulls away to let you catch your breath but you chase after him with your mouth open and eager to swallow him whole.

"Baby- fuck!" He swears as you bob your head, sucking him with noisy slurps. You don't know what has gotten into you. Maybe it's the adrenaline from the pump but you suddenly feel desperate and needy. Maintaining eye contact with him, you can tell he was also crazy with need by his blown out pupils and heaving chest. The grip on your wrists tighten and your moans turn into choked noises as he starts to fuck your mouth. You want to touch yourself so badly, pulling at his hold and twitching against nothing. Everything gets a little hazy as you drop your jaw open for him to use, drool dripping from the corners of your mouth.

He pulls away with another swear and you cough once his dick slides out of your throat. You could barely catch your breath before he pulls you up and bends you over the sink, your hands catching the rim. Panting, you see the animal in the reflection. There's drool and precum all over your swollen lips, chin and sports bra. Your face is red from exertion and your hair is mussed up from rubbing against the wall.

A loud thunk snaps you out of your daze and you notice that Geonhak pushed the weight lifting belt off your hips before yanking your leggings halfway down your thighs. He swears when he sees that you're not wearing underwear, the inside of your leggings wet with slick already.

"I hate the panty lines..." you murmur, lips clumsy and numb from the face fucking. "Baby please..." You lean deeper over the sink and arch your back. "Please, please fuck me."

You hear a wounded noise behind you. "You know I can't leave you alone when you wear leggings anymore..." Big hands hold your hips and you feel his cock press against your hole. A shout punches out of your chest as he thrusts all the way in, your spit and slick making the glide easy. Geonhak groans in your ear and stills his hips for a moment before drilling you at a rough pace. You can barely keep yourself standing with the force of his thrusts lifting you onto your tiptoes.

All you can do is take it. Take his cock as he fucks you in the gym washroom. In the mirror, your reflection looks depraved with eyes half lidded and mouth dropped open. "You're so loud." Geonhak growls and holds your jaw. It's then when you realize that you've been babbling a string of, "Yes, yes, please, fuck, yes!" this whole time. Two thick fingers shove inside your mouth and you moan around them, eyes rolling when you feel them touch the back of your throat.

Geonhak slows down to fuck you in deep, deliberate thrusts. The size and thickness of his cock hitting all the right places in you. His fingers leaves your mouth and he rubs at your clit, making you squirm in his hold. His other arm wraps around you and he brings you up to his chest. The change in angle makes his cock hit something deep inside you that makes you squeal.

"Too much!!" Tears bead in the corners of your eyes from overstimulation but he just fucks you harder with your feet off the ground. There's nothing supporting you except Geonhak. His cock inside you, the arms around you, his hand at your clit and his firm body against your back. You're like a doll hanging off of him and you cum at the thought. Geonhak feels you tensing up, your body squeezing his cock tightly as you cum around him and he presses you against the mirror. It's an awkward angle with your back arched over the sink but you're too focused on the feeling of Geonhak thrusting in hard and filling you with his cum. Your hot breath fogs up the mirror and a print of your face and chest marks it.

Once he pulls out, your legs give out beneath you. You barely hold onto the sink as you catch your breath, legs crumpled beneath you and your hole dripping cum onto the tile below.

"You okay, baby?" Geonhak asks, kneeling behind you. "Mmhmm," you nod, still a little too out of it to properly respond. He does a once-over: tracing the bruises on your hands and hips, the drying drool on your chin and your leggings bunched around your knees. With a sheepish look on his face, he helps you up and sits you on the toilet.

"You did so well. During your workout and... Just now." He says as he wets a paper towel and dabs away the mess on your face and chest. You hum in response again, a small giggle bubbling at the end of it. Feeling a little needy for some closeness, you lean onto his shoulder as he massages your hands and wrists. Geonhak fondly huffs and places a kiss on your head, rubbing circles on your back.

Once you feel centered again, you lean back. "Will you be okay, now?" He asks, "Yes, baby. Thank you." You murmur and he stands up.

"Okay, I'm gonna grab our stuff and meet you at the doors. Take your time." He looks back once more before closing the washroom door behind himself to let you finish cleaning yourself up.

As you meet up with Geonhak at the gym's front entrance, you notice his eyes flicking down to your wrists. "What?" You ask with a smile.

"Mmh, nothing," he says but you know it's going to be a long night.

[iguessyouregonnamissthepantyraid]

hi sam!!! been thinking about maybe possibly getting into lifting weights MAYBE (cause I want my arms to look good). do you have any advice for starting out? like did you go to a gym and get a trainer or did you watch youtube videos or do a specific program? I may not even stick with it cause I'm really bad at keeping up with exercise, but it's worth a try?

OOOH YES okay so, real quick, to answer the question of what i did: like 5-6 years ago i worked at a gym and had a free membership + a discount on personal training, so i did some one-on-one training sessions. if you're in a spot where you can afford that, go for it! i loved it! otherwise here are some tips:

for starting out, my first tip is just this: go do it. don't overthink it, and don't beat yourself up if you fall short of certain goals or miss a few gym sessions. even if you don't do everything, a little bit is awesome!

this might seem obvious, but don't work the same muscle groups twice in a row. you need to recover or you won't build any muscle and you might injure yourself

with that in mind, a lot of trainers like to split upper body workouts into a "push" day (bench press, shoulder press, tricep dips, basically anything working your front and your triceps) and a "pull" day (assisted pull-ups, lat pull down, rows, bicep curls, working your back and biceps) and i find this SUPER useful for keeping it all straight in my head, otherwise i'll be like "DID i work my biceps this week? hm"

with that in mind, i aim for 3 days a week: leg day, push day, and pull day. i don't always make all 3 but that's the goal

choosing weights: experiment a bit, but rule of thumb for each exercise is use a weight where your 10th rep is, like, kind of a struggle but not impossible. then do 2 or 3 more sets

going for a one rep max: this is powerlifting! this is the shit that gets me GOING and makes me feel SO STRONG, but please only only only do this if you have a spotter to check your form. right when you walk in the gym pick one lift (either squat, deadlift, or bench press) that you'll try this on, and do a normal set of 10 with whatever weight makes sense for you, then keep adding weight until you can only do 1 rep. for instance i'll squat the bar (45lbs) for 10, add some weight and go for 8, add more and go for 5, add more and go for 3, and then finally add more and go for 1. (ADD. WEIGHT. SLOWLY. like 10lb, maaaybe 20lb at a time.) this is a great way to build actual strength as opposed to aesthetic strength and feel super strong. then you go and do your other lifts for 3x10 like you normally would for the day

speaking of form, youtube is a treasure trove for looking up different exercises and making sure you're doing them right

avoiding soreness in the days after a workout: sometimes soreness is unavoidable (you're literally tearing your muscles so they'll build back stronger! of course it's gonna be a little sore!) but you can lessen it by ending your workout with some light cardio to keep your muscles warm, STRETCHING, taking a nice hot shower (keeps the blood flowing), and eating lots and lots of protein. swallow a cheesesteak whole in my honor. you won't regret it

lastly, if you want to build muscle in your arms and you don't stick to weightlifting, that's fine! my friend has gotten really into climbing over the last year, and her arms... good LORD, her arms! beautiful. incredible. basically my point is you have to enjoy what you're doing to stick with it, so for me that's powerlifting because it makes me feel accomplished and strong! for you it might also be lifting, or it could be climbing or kayaking or yoga or gymnastics (my latest tiktok crush is a pro gymnast whose arms are just..... chef's kiss. yeah i'm a little gay about it) but! the point is to try different things and stick to whatever you like the most. or mix and match! do what you want! have fun! get swole! be strong like bull! and please come brag to me about it when you do!

[barbiewritesstuff]

Not me being reading everything you got 😭😭😭. I had to jump in here after I saw this

And knew I had to use the window of time I have. Would you be able to do a Coyote smutty smut smut?? If not, that’s totally ok. I still will read whatever you have 💕💕

-- Voila my dear, hope you like it 💜💜 --

The training mission had been torture. The start had been easy and simple: fly in, shoot some targets and come back up. Your team aced that on the first go, finding themselves ahead of everyone else’s time by five seconds. The problems started in the second phase. Dog fighting had never been your strong suit. You tried and you succeeded during most training exercises, but it wasn’t something that came easily to you. You were someone who liked to think things through, to take your time. Dog fighting didn’t allow for that. 

“The problem is that you’re not spontaneous” Phoenix had told you afterwards “Sometimes you can’t think, you just have to do. You’re like Rooster in that regard. You’ve got to let go of all of that carefulness and be more spontaneous” 

“You should practice”

“How would you like me to practice that?”

Natasha looked at you with an eyebrow raised, silently asking ‘Do I need to spell it out?’. The answer to that question had been yes and she had indeed spelled it out later that evening, even going so far as to help you find someone. In the end though, you had done very well on your own. 

Which is exactly the reason you were now pinned between your dorm room door and Coyote. 

He kissed your neck and nibbled your jaw line with one leg between your thighs. His leg simultaneously feeling too much and not enough on your aching core. You hadn’t been with someone in a very long while and Coyote could hear it by the needy whimpers and pornographic moans you were letting out, and he wasn’t even properly touching you yet. It only made him hungrier for you. 

He picked you up by the waist and you wrapped your legs around him, grinding gently as he moved. Coyote dropped you on the bed and set to work removing your trousers. He undid your belt with one hand while the other pressed you down on the mattress, only letting you go to remove your jeans in one fell swoop. He quickly removed his own and then his shirt and paused to look at you.

He looked gorgeous standing there before you, tall and muscular and looking at you like a hungry man eyeing his next meal. In a blink he knelt down and dragged you to him so that your hips hung over the edge of the bed a little. You swung one of your legs over his shoulder and he moved the other one to match. He looked at you briefly, as if to ask if this was okay before licking a long, searing strip along your clit. You mewled. He took this as his sign to go ahead. 

Coyote began to suckle and nibble at your sensitive spot until you could no longer hold your orgasm. You couldn’t think. You had been eaten out before, but the careful way your previous boyfriends had been down there had left you needing more. Coyote was rough but he was making you feel things you had never felt before. Your eyes rolled back in your head and your body shivered with the force of the orgasm. He groaned as he felt you coming around his tongue.

Coyote emerged between your legs with a chin glistening from your juices. The image of him looking like that was enough to make you feral. 

“My turn” You said. 

He didn’t grumble or groan, but looked at you with amusement instead. He sat himself down on the bed, leaning back on his arms. You hadn’t quite decided what you wanted to do yet but you knelt down anyway, suddenly getting an idea when Coyote’s eyes were fixed straight at your neckline. With a grin on your face you removed your shirt at an agonising pace and then your bra. He chuckled and rolled his eyes at you. 

Neither of you spoke, not wanting to miss or spoil the moment of erotic tension. You took your breasts in your hands and massaged them, pinching your nipple lightly as you did so. Coyote smiled at you but when you lifted your tits up and spat on them, he let his head fall back and closed his eyes, correctly guessing what was to come. You let go of your breasts with one hand and used it to lube up his rock hard member. He shivered at your touch. You leaned forward and took his cock between your breasts, at first gently moving up and down but soon speeding up. 

Coyote took one look at you, bouncing your tits around his dick and he felt his arms weaken and drop him flat on the bed. He could no longer control the moans coming out of his mouth, and you did not want him to, each noise spurring you on.

“Mouth. Please” He begged and you switched from your breasts to your mouth, gently enveloping his member with your lips. He grabbed your hair with one of his hands and helped you move at the rhythm he needed. It was fast paced and rough but you loved every second of it, tears welling up in your eyes as he hit the back of your throat. 

“Oh Fuck” He exclaimed, giving you very little warning before his hot cum painted your tongue.. He tasted salty and wonderful. Coyote kept your head bobbing up and down through his orgasm, only letting you when he was truly spent.

    “If-- If you want to do this again… I’m -- whenever, just tell me” He mumbled out a thought, trying to catch his breath. 

    Maybe Phoenix was right. Maybe spontaneity wasn’t all bad;

[thedreadvampy]

Hello Davide said you know about getting big arms do u have advice

I mean I think he's being pretty generous about my singular muscle and also tbh my experience may not be replicable but I'll tell you about these WIP gains

first off the main thing is I got a personal trainer. and this is why I don't know how replicable it is bc she's just amazing, she specialises in disabled and queer clients who might not feel comfortable at the gym AND she charges £50 a month, and both those things are fairly hard to find I suspect.

So I have been seeing her once a fortnight since October with a focus on weightlifting - we do a bit with machines but mostly we're doing stuff with free weights (kettlebells, dumbbells etc). Just now we're kind of building up basic strength and form with the intention of constantly increasing weights (we've started doing bench press now which is VERY exciting and makes me feel VERY strong)

Cause that's only once a fortnight, sometimes less, I also started doing wee morning workouts every day to keep moving between sessions (cause I can't go to the gym on my own or I will die) and I honestly think that's what's made the most difference. I was just doing 5-10 minutes of body work but then my partner got me some dumbbells for my birthday so now I'm doing weights too and it's gone up to about 15 minutes a day, first thing, like I do it in my jammies before I get up. So right now it looks like:

14 webslingers (from a plank, bring one foot up and swing your arm around behind you like you're Spiderman)

20 dead bugs (lie on your back with your arms and legs in the air and lower one arm and one leg until your core kicks in)

14 glute bridges (hip thrusting to the sky)

14 one-armed chest presses, alternating hands (6kg in each hand now! I started on 3kg)

14 normal chest presses (again, 6kg in each hand atm)

30 seconds elevated planks (I was doing normal planks for a minute, but it hurts my bunions 😭 so now I kick my feet up onto the bed with my hands on the floor. but that makes it WAY harder so I can only do half as long)

14 squats or 10-14 thrusters depending on how I'm feeling (squats with or without weights, thrusters are like squats but with a weight in each hand and as you come up you use the momentum to lift the weights above your head. I'm also at 6kg per hand here, so squatting 12kg total - because it's a faff to change weights I have just been doing my whole workout with the same weight. so like, I can definitely do more than 6kg chest press, I'm doing 9-10kg at the gym, but I can't do more than 6kg for thrusters atm so we're stuck at 6kg for both)

for me because of the flavour of brain I have, it's about habit forming, so once I committed to doing the same workout every morning it was pretty easy to absorb into my routine. YMMV though bc I'm aware this is a personal weirdness. I haven't missed more than 3 morning workouts a month since October purely because I know that once I start letting it be optional I won't do it at all, but I have found it really helps me wake up too. If I'm at someone else's house and don't have weights or the little handle things I have that make planking not hurt my wrists, I pick and choose and do the stuff I can.

but yeah my main advice is: everything I have achieved so far is purely down to finding a really good trainer, cause I wouldn't know where to start otherwise. The morning workout first came out of the regular warmup exercises she had us doing (webslingers, dead bugs, squats) and I've been just adding stuff we do at the gym in month on month as I get confident enough to do them on my own. especially as a guy with bad joint, I definitely have tried doing home weight exercises off my own back in the past and just not been able to consistently do anything without hurting myself, so Huld really has been invaluable in that.

but yeah other than that doing the daily stuff has really helped. my gym progress and confidence is a Lot Accelerated. on the other hand my partner hasn't to my knowledge been doing that kind of daily routine and he's also definitely bulked up, but he's a bit more prone to musculature anyway (and him having softer arms is a recent thing cause he's done a lot of heavy-lifting jobs, whereas I'm learning to lift properly for the first time)

[spirallingintothevoid71]

We'd been talking one day, and she told me how she'd been a stage hypnotist in her younger days.

"Oh, come on," I'd said jokingly. "People don't actually fall for that, do they? I mean, it's all just an act, right?"

"Sometimes," she'd responded. "You do have to keep the show moving. But if a subject is pliable, and willing..."

I was intrigued. "Try it on me," I said with a grin.

"Okay, but you have to be open to the possibility." She looked at me. "Are you ready?"

I nodded.

She took me through some breathing exercises. Counted me down a few times without making it seem unwieldy. Had me keep my eyes on hers.

I felt myself actually slipping a bit. She asked me how I felt. "Drowsy. Relaxed." My voice sounded far away to my own ears. She encouraged it over and over, then redirected my attention.

"I want you to focus on my dress," she said. "Count the dots. And continue listening to my voice."

I kept losing my place, as she lulled me deeper and deeper. Until I couldn't form numbers anymore. The dots were everywhere. She was everywhere. Her eyes were everywhere. She was everywhere. Her voice was everywhere. She was everywhere.

She was everywhere.

As my head lolled there, my eyes unfocused, she told me to look at her. She asked me how I felt, looking at her, how I felt being there with her.

Words came tumbling out of my mouth. I told her how I'd always been secretly attracted to her. How I'd dreamed about being in her arms, her kisses covering me. How I imagined her strong, mature hands would feel on my body.

And I told her how I always wondered if she wore pantyhose or stockings. How I thought about being at her feet. Tasting them, touching them. Feeling them against... my body.

"And how do you feel right now?" she asked me.

The words kept coming. "Embarrassed. Relieved. Aroused."

"Very aroused," she said with a smile.

Her words made me realize just how physically aroused I was. And I could feel myself start to twitch, as though her words were as much a command as an observation.

"Very aroused," I repeated, a slack smile on my face.

"Would you like to be mine for a little while?" she asked.

"Yours," I said, nodding in agreement.

I watched her pull back her dress, the dots, the fabric, shimmering. "Stockings," she said in confirmation.

I moaned at the sight. I was rigid, in a way I'd never imagined.

"You must be so uncomfortable," she said soothingly. "Why don't you take off your clothes. Then you can come feel them, taste them... other things..."

I hurried out of my clothes. Went to her on my knees. I didn't need to be told.

The first taste drove any thoughts other than hers from my mind. The next few and her words went past any conscious filters I might have had.

She pulled me up against her then. I could feel her stocking clad leg pressed against me. Her eyes boring into mine.

She kissed me. I felt her hands on my body. Her stocking covered leg slowly moving up and down...

I was shaking, but I didn't care. She was better than I'd dreamed, in every way.

Then she whispered, "Mine."

"Yours," I said, my world exploding in pure pleasure.

And Iost myself.

Spiraled into the void.

[livingthevibrantlife]

Running the race in strength this year. Keep moving!

It’s a new year and a great time to assess your health in these 3 areas: physical, mental/emotional and spiritual.  (see class video)

PURPOSE: To be strong enough in all three areas to run the race; pressing on towards the prize for which God has called you.  This may be different for each of us, depending on where God is calling us now AND also looking at the future: what kind of health you may desire down the road. It may take strict training in one or more of these areas, we may need to make our body a slave (in the sense of eating or exercising, bible reading, devotions, meditation, thinking positive thoughts just to name a few) in a specific way. In other words, even if our bodies/minds/spirits don’t feel like doing it, we say, “Yes, you will!”

“Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize? Run in such a way as to get the prize. Everyone who competes in the games goes into strict training. They do it to get a crown that will not last, but we do it to get a crown that will last forever. Therefore I do not run like someone running aimlessly; I do not fight like a boxer beating the air. No, I strike a blow to my body and make it my slave so that after I have preached to others, I myself will not be disqualified for the prize.”  ‭‭1 Corinthians‬ ‭9‬:‭24‬-‭27‬ ‭NIV‬‬

“Brothers and sisters, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.”  ‭‭Philippians‬ ‭3‬:‭13‬-‭14‬ ‭NIV‬‬

Lord, strengthen me in my inner being that I might always press-on towards You. Renew my passion and hunger to know You and to be in Your presence. Show me the goals you know I need for my body, my mind, emotions and my spirit that will fill my soul, keep me strong, and run the race well! Amen

Make 1 goal in each of these areas:

Physical Body (maybe a goal concerning food, exercise, physical activity such as moving more).  ______________________________ What is your plan to achieve your goal?  ____________________

Mental/emotional (may include meditation, focusing on positive affirmations, etc.) ______________________________________ What is your plan to achieve your goal? _____________________

Spiritual (May include reading the Bible more, doing devotionals, prayer, worship, etc.)  ______________________________________ What is your plan to achieve your goal? _____________________ Here are some ideas to incorporate movement into your daily activities: run in place while cooking dinner, stand on one leg folding clothes, run or walk fast as you put away clothes, do squats as you get ready in the morning.  Walk in place on a mini trampoline while praying, listening to scripture or if you are able, while reading something.  I like practice Portuguese on my Duolingo app while walking in place so my physical body is challenged - and especially my mind in focusing as I move! Set a goal of a certain number of steps to get everyday, or certain number of sit-ups, push-ups, jumping jacks, squats, etc. For more encouragement, read this blog from Revelation Wellness. What are some things that you do?  Please share in the comments.

[likeastarstar]

Birthday Boy

summary: WARNING! smut ahead. It's Namu's birthday and you're in love with him and his body and how it looks in the shower.

masterlist.

Your boyfriend was a menace.

Seriously, who wakes up at the ass crack of dawn to workout on their birthday of all days? Wasn't anything sacred? Surely his birthday, the day that should be considered an international holiday, was a good enough excuse for a cheat day.

But no, Joon had left you so early you were only just waking up as he returned back the apartment you shared after exercising. You laid in bed, half asleep, watching as your boyfriend immediately shoved his socks off, the sleeveless compression shirt he had on following quickly after. He couldn't even be bothered to wait until he was in the bathroom to strip down, pushing his gym shorts off his hips along with his underwear already balled up in his fists by the time he was halfway across the bedroom.

He took note of your laying form but because of the massive amounts of pillows you insisted on having, he couldn't tell you were awake and currently ogling his extremely perfect, extremely buff, super sexy, oh wow he is gorgeous, body. Maybe him going to the gym was a blessing, maybe you should be more grateful. You were certainly grateful when he turned towards the bathroom and you got to stare at his ass.

Namjoon had the most perfect body in the world, broad, rolling shoulders, his thick neck perfect for biting down on, his soft pecs that you liked to lay on despite the aforementioned mountain of pillows on your bed, the chiseled abs rubbing down the length of his torso and disappearing with two lines dragging directly into the neatly trimmed dark hair of his lap.

His thick thighs you insisted on sitting on far too often, his thighs that you had a habit of rubbing absentmindedly underneath restaurant tables when you went out until he forced you to stop- citing the risk of him popping a semi before dessert. You loved his back, muscular and strong, his arms as equally as pleasing when they were wrapped around you. You had recently become somewhat of a masseuse, gleefully running to get the massage oil when Namjoon came home sore from the gym.

It was the little things.

He was perfect- an adonis among men and that's before you even got to who he was as a person- which was also, shockingly perfect. The kindest, most wise person you had ever known. You loved his big brain as much as his big body and it was your favorite person's birthday today.

His birthday!

You sat up with an excited squeal, running to follow Namjoon as you heard the shower start. He was already in the shower by the time you had stripped off your pajamas, back facing you as he washed the sweat off of himself. You stepped into the steaming shower quickly, wrapping your arms around his waist and hugging him from behind.

"Happy birthday," You smiled, kissing his back where your face was pressed against it. His hands covered yours and squeezed in response before turning around in your arms so that he was facing you with his own shy smile, dimples on full display.

"Thank you, good morning." He said softly, leaning down to kiss you. "I didn't mean to wake you up."

You shook you head and reached for the environmentally friendly sea sponge covered in soap in his hand, squeezing it against his chest and watching the suds drip down his skin before rubbing the sponge on him thoroughly, "I had to get up anyway, it's a big day, lots to do."

"You always take my birthday too seriously," He laughed, squeezing a puddle of the shampoo he liked the smell of on top of your head and massaging it into your scalp.

"I observe the auspicious day the way it's meant to be honored, yes." You noted formally, nodding your head solemnly under his hands.

He laughed and rinsed your hair, rubbing conditioner in the ends before wrapping the length of your hair around his hands and pulling, causing your neck to crane up towards his face. He looked down at you with a devious look on his face, the steam in the shower surrounding the pair of you like a cloud.

"It's my dick's birthday too, you know." He joked, smirking slightly.

You raised your eyebrows and flickered a glance towards where his legs met, noting that he was already beginning to get hard, "I did know that."

"And you should celebrate it too, do something special." He mused, raising his eyebrows in a sort of a dare.

"Oh? Like what?" You challenged, standing on your toes to kiss him. He kissed you possessively, roughly, with his hand still wrapped around your hair so you couldn't really move much.

Namjoon slid his tongue against yours and you let your hands glide down his wet torso, wrapping your fingers around his cock and stroking it slowly. You matched the pace of his tongue against yours, body rolling against his rhythmically. There was barely an inch of space between you and even that was too much.

Namjoon let go of your hair in favor for wrapping his grasp around your neck, guiding you to the glass wall and spinning you around so quickly you let out a gasp of surprise. He reached a hand back and angled the shower head so that it was hitting the top of your back and rolling down, the pressure sending tingles down your spine.

Namjoon's body came up behind yours, pushing his front into your ass and kissing your neck, "You're gonna give me what I want for my birthday, right? I can ask for anything and you'd do it for me, because it's my birthday and you love me?"

"Right, yeah- anything," You breathed out, a moan sitting on the tip of your tongue.

"Good," He grunted, "Now look at yourself."

Your eyes snapped to the mirror on the other side of the bathroom in front of the sink, the reflection of you and Namjoon in the shower staring back at you. The glass had fogged up and the only thing really visible was your tits pressed up against the glass, the palm of Namjoon's hand flattened on the surface of the glass pane above you, caging you in. You moaned at the sight- wondering what you looked like from the back, bent over like a slut.

"I love my birthday," Namjoon laughed, "You get so horny- which is saying something because you're always a slut for your boyfriend. You like making me happy?"

"I like- I like being slutty for you," You moaned, "I like being yours."

"I like being yours too, baby." He grinned, pecking you on the cheek sweetly before kissing down the length of your back. He bit down on your ass cheek like it was an apple, making you moan out embarrassingly.

"Fuck- Joon, it's your birthday, shouldn't I be the one on my knees?" You pointed out, looking down at him from behind your shoulder. He didn't even look up at you, staring instead straight at your pussy, spreading your legs apart gently and watching the water drip down between them.

"No, it's my birthday- I'll eat you out if I want to," He demanded petulantly, "Your pussy is better than a birthday cake anyway."

"Bitch, I got you a cake from Honeybee," You snapped, breaking your horny character for a moment.

Namjoon paused as well, sitting back on his heels and looked up at you with a surprised look on his face. It was a good thing the water wasn't angled at him, otherwise you were pretty sure he would've drowned by now.

"Oh, the chocolate one or the passion fruit one?" He asked eagerly, a hopeful look on his face.

"Chocolate, duh- who do you think I am? I only got the passion fruit cake that one time because I wanted to try it." You grumbled, pouting slightly.

"My girl is so smart, good choice. See? You deserve to get head for that, my sweet little girlfriend got me my favorite cake," Joon gushed, squeezing your ass fondly before licking a broad stripe through your folds and making you forget all about the stupid cake.

He sucked your clit into his mouth and wrapped his tongue around it, pushing the sensitive spot around with a mission while two of his fingers ran through your folds and sunk into your pussy decisively. You moaned, feeling him pump his fingers in and out furiously. You clenched around them, wondering why the hell he was going to fast until he switched his fingers and his mouth, tongue dipping into your honeyed center while his fingers flicked at your clit roughly.

You withered above him, barely able to keep your weight up until you felt an orgasm barreling towards you- "No, no, no, Joon- I'm gonna cum, it's too fast."

"No, it's not," He snapped, words vibrating against your clit as his breath against your skin only sent you closer to the edge. "Birthday boy wants his slut to cum."

His words were the final push you needed, cumming around his tongue in waves of pleasure as his fingers ran circles around you clit, milking your orgasm of everything it was worth. You lost the ability to think for a moment, the air leaving your lungs, and you barely had a chance to catch your breath before Joon was standing behind you, one hand gripped on your hip as he slid his cock into you, thrusting up sharply. You let out a surprised noise that contrasted his low moan in your ear, thankful for the sound of water hiding the sound of how wet you were.

"Come on baby, show me how much you love me," He demanded, slapping a large hand down on the side of your ass hard.

He thrust up into you at a bruising pace, using your body for his own pleasure as you did your best to keep up. Namjoon kept one hand on your clit and wrapped his other arm across your body, pulling you taunt against his chest as his hips snapped against yours. You were barely even standing up on your own, Namjoon holding your body so securely you could probably relax completely and he'd just carry you.

"Cum in me," You begged, slamming a hand against the glass wall to throw your ass back on him better, matching his thrusts now that you had a moment to gather your bearings. "Pl-please, will you please fill me up? Fuck- your dick is so big."

"Yeah baby? Feels good?" He asked, sounding all too pleased with himself.

"F-Feels so good- I want you to fill me up, please?" You stuttered, a pathetic noise leaving your body.

You were desperate for him at this point, reduced to a dumb, messy, whiny slut who just wanted her boyfriend to cum in her pussy.

"Don't worry, I'll give it to you- since you asked so nicely." He obliged, slamming his cock into your pussy like he owned it. "Fill you up nice and full so you can spend the rest of the day thinking about it. Maybe I'll let you suck my cock later if you want more, huh?"

"Y-yes, I want it." You moaned, "I want your cock."

He groaned and his thrusts got sloppier, faster still. He pinched your nipple hard, doing the same to your clit and you came again, clenching hard around him before he followed, the two of you slowing the pace down almost completely. He rocked against you, dragging his cock in and out of you slowly as you felt him cum in you, warmth spreading through your lower belly. Your pussy continued to suck him in, wanting to keep him there for as long as possible before he pulled out and watched his cum drip down your thighs, dragging a finger through it.

He held his hand up to your tongue absentmindedly, trying to resume washing your body with the other as you sucked his cum off of his hand.

"We gotta hurry," He mumbled, trying to speed wash you as if he hadn't just demolished your pussy. You were sensitive and moving slowly, spent from the morning activities. "We've been in here for so long, what a waste of water- why did we do this?"

"Because it's your birthday?" You offered lamely, watching as he turned the water off and lifted you into his arms, carrying you out of the shower.

"You shouldn't encourage me," He tssked, "I let the birthday shit get to my head. Horny or not, one should never waste water."

You rolled your eyes, laughing slightly at Joon's strictness with himself. He set you down on the edge of the vanity and handed you a towel, wrapping one around his waist securely.

"This is your fault for showering, we could've just had morning sex in bed like a normal couple but no- you have to leave me every morning to go to the gym." You pointed out.

"I go to the gym to fuck you better, you should be thanking me." He grunted, leaning against the countertop and kissing you again. "Maybe you could suck my cock before dinner to make it up to me."

"God, the birthday thing did get to your head," You gasped, shaking your head dramatically.

"So no head?" He pouted, an adorably wide eyed look on his face.

"Oh, head for sure." You corrected, nodding eagerly.

It was his birthday, after all.

(A/N: I have created...a monster.)

[somedaylazysomeday]

Tied Up in You

Commander Fox x fem!reader. Reader and Fox are in an established relationship. After realizing that the reader can't help but put her nails in Fox's back, they decide to try something new in the bedroom. Features incredibly soft Fox. Not sure how that happened.

Rating: NC-17, NSFW, lemon, etc. Minors DNI!

Word Count: 5,400

Warnings: piv sex (in flashback and in current tense), mentions of scratching, mentions of marks, mentions of blood, reader descriptions of lingerie, a single spank, use of restraints, light dirty talk, oral sex (female receiving), utter fluff toward the end.

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“You’re sure you want to do this, sweetheart?” Fox asked as he finished getting everything ready.

You smiled at that. Fox was at least as into this as you were, if not a little more, but he wasn’t willing to do anything that made you uncomfortable. He may be one of the most respected - or feared, depending on who you talked to - commanders in the Grand Army of the Republic, but Fox had never been anything other than kind to you.

“Positive,” you confirmed past your melting heart, snuggling back against the pile of pillows as you looked up at him from your spot on your bed.

“Okay, but the second that changes?” he pressed.

“I tell you and we take a brief pause to figure out a solution together.”

Fox glared. “Strike one.”

You pretended to think about it, tapping your chin as you squinted up at the ceiling. “I tell you and we take a brief pause and then try a different position.”

He was counting to ten, you could feel it. Fox’s deep inhale was too measured, his exhale too smooth. “Strike two. Final answer. If it’s wrong again, everything is off.”

“Fine,” you grumbled. “If I’m uncomfortable or unsure of anything, I’ll tell you and we’ll stop immediately. But I really do think we should be able to think up a solution that allows us to fix the problem and keep going.”

Fox stared at you. “Yeah, never mind. We’re not doing this.”

“Don’t you dare, Fox!” you chided, clutching at his shoulders. You briefly distracted yourself when you remembered just how broad and strong those shoulders were, but you forced your mind back to the task. “I’ve been looking forward to this for a week!”

A little more than a week, actually. You and Fox had been in bed together, relaxing and enjoying some time spent alone in your apartment. You had already gone a couple of rounds between the sheets, gotten some exercise, and were halfway through yet another enjoyable session. Fox had paused, hips flush against yours as he reached back to pull your hand away from where it had been draped over his shoulder.

You had frowned up at him, panting a little. “What’s wrong, Fox?”

He had grimaced at you. “You were getting ready to put your claws in my back again, little kitten. I could feel it.”

“Sorry,” you had apologized immediately. “You just make me feel so good. I get a little carried away sometimes.”

“And I don’t mind,” he hurried to tell you. “I like the way the marks feel under my armor. They make me think of you a little extra for a few days. But you got me pretty good last time and I don’t think it’s a good idea to add to it. Could you try not to scratch me up?”

“Of course!” you had agreed instantly, leaning up to kiss him. The contortion felt odd, especially with his cock still embedded between your legs, but you made do. “I’ll do better than try. I just won’t scratch you at all.”

“Thank you,” Fox said with a smile, pushing another pillow under your hips to create a better angle.

That angle had been so much better, in fact, that you ended up writhing beneath him. Caught in the grip of an impending orgasm, your hand had risen, claw-like, to plant itself on the space just above his shoulder blade.

Fox had stopped instantly, snatching your hand away - grabbing the other one for good measure. He shackled your wrists in his grip, holding them just below your breasts. “What did we just say, sweetheart?”

“S-sorry, Fox,” you apologized, inner muscles dancing as your body fought to throw itself over the edge rather than stay in conversation. “It just felt so… I guess I don’t realize I’m doing it.”

“I know you don’t,” he had told you, face softening. “We’ll have to figure it out. Maybe a pair of binders or something.”

Your eyes widened as his words processed… and then it had happened.

The muscles of your pussy had clenched so tightly around Fox’s cock that he gave a helplessly rough thrust into you, the motion lifting your hips up off the pillow beneath them as you gave a little cry. The next thing you had known, you were shuddering under Fox. He pounded into you through your orgasm until the two of you were feeding off of each other, working to keep the pleasure going as long as possible.

When you had finally collapsed to the sheets in a sweaty, satiated heap, Fox had turned to you with a knowing look on his face.

“Did you like when I talked about using my binders on you, pretty girl?” he asked, gently brushing a finger over your cheek.

You didn’t answer, too busy trying to decide whether you could hold eye contact with him without imploding.

But Fox didn’t let you get away with not answering. “I know you did. I felt…” he trailed off and shivered, an awestruck look dawning on his face. “I’ve never felt anything like it. Felt like you were trying to keep me inside of you forever, mesh’la.”

“Sorry I tried to scratch you again,” you apologized when you could finally speak.

Fox laughed, a relaxed and happy sound you rarely heard from him. “Don’t even worry about it. To make up for it, I want you to be honest with me: do you want to use a pair of binders the next time we’re together?”

It had been a little while before you could bring yourself to answer him rather than just trying to talk your way around the question, but eventually, you managed to scrape up the bravery.

“Yes, Fox, okay?” you had told him, face burning. “I think the idea is interesting.”

“I agree,” he answered steadily, rubbing his thumb gently over the curve of your shoulder. “Let’s talk about the best way to do this.”

That had been so utterly Fox that it broke you out of your embarrassment. He wanted a plan for everything, and if that plan wasn’t followed, he got very grumpy. Of course, as the head of the Coruscant Guard, things rarely went according to plan, but he always tried to have one in place anyway.

It was something you found endearing on a regular basis. When the two of you were planning an evening together, you knew that he wanted to make sure every minute was accounted for so that you could spend the maximum amount of time together.

This situation was a little different. There was something intensely fascinating about planning out every part of a romantic encounter, you and your lover discussing everything that you would do together. It had been hot, and had led into another session between you before the conversation had concluded. To keep away from your clawing hands, Fox took you from behind that time.

But your plan had taken up space in your mind for the entirety of the last week. Any time you weren’t actively working on or thinking about something, you found yourself pushing away anticipatory thoughts of what would happen when you and Fox were together. You had found it necessary to… relieve some pressure… more than once during the week.

And now, he was trying to take it away?

Unacceptable.

“I’ve been looking forward to this, too,” Fox admitted, scrubbing at the back of his head, disturbing the neatness of his gray-shot black hair. “But you’re persuasive, sweetheart. You may talk me into doing something I know I shouldn’t. And I can’t risk hurting you, especially not when you’re in such a vulnerable position.”

“Fox, it’s fine, I promise,” you reassured him gently. “If something bothers me, I will absolutely let you know. But just because I get a cramp from a weird position or something doesn’t mean that we need to stop and not come back to it.”

“I don’t want you suffering through something because you think I’m going to shut it down,” Fox said, frowning until the familiar crease formed between his eyebrows.

You brushed a kiss over that crease, then dropped another one on his lips. “I know, baby. And I love how protective you are, but there are times when a bit of discomfort is an equal exchange for a lot of pleasure. Does that make sense?”

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it,” he grumped. “You’ll tell me if you’re even slightly uncomfortable and we’ll talk about it. If we both decide it’s worth the discomfort, we’ll try it again. Does that work for you?”

“That sounds perfect, Fox,” you agreed easily, offering your wrists to him.

He reached out to take them, but you pulled away at the last second. “Wait, sorry! I forgot about my robe.”

You stood from your bed as Fox stared at you, untying the long robe you had been lounging around in while Fox got everything ready. When you shrugged it off of your body, Fox made an inarticulate sound that may have been a groan, a curse, or a prayer. In any case, it sent a thrill down your spine to pool in your core.

It had been remarkably easy to find something to wear in Coruscant Guard crimson. You had no idea what beings who were dating troopers in the other companies did, since most sexy underwear came in red, white, or black, but you had found plenty of good options.

In the end, you had foregone some of the fancier outfits in favor of simplicity. You wore a lacy red bra that let your nipples peek through. The black satin straps webbed up and over your shoulders in a pattern that looked far more complex than it really was. The whole thing was undone with a single well-placed hook in the middle of the mass below the nape of your neck. Rather than any tricky garter-and-stocking equipment, you had chosen a red lace thong that complemented the bra, even if it didn’t match it completely. More importantly, the back featured little strings of false pearls dipping down in swaying arcs across your cheeks and the very tops of your thighs.

Both pieces had reminded you of Fox’s armor from the moment you had seen them. The red was an obvious connection, but the white of the pearls made you think of plastoid and the complicated black straps reminded you of the peeks of body glove you got between the plates of his armor.

You had deemed it a good enough outfit for tonight’s activities. The last thing you wanted was to choose something so complicated that you couldn’t get out of it and then you had to interrupt things to fix the problem. Or force Fox rip the clothing from your body. Enticing as you found that idea, it might also briefly derail the mood you were going for tonight.

Fox’s helpless little noise reinforced this outfit’s perfection for you, and you put a little extra sway in your step as you crossed the room to deposit the robe on the chair in the corner of your room. You bent further than the action required, giving Fox lacy red eyeful as he groaned again.

He stepped up behind you, pressing his hips forward slightly as he did. “Do you even know what you do to me, mesh’la?”

“It was planned,” you admitted freely, wiggling your rear back to rub against the thin black fabric of his body glove.

Fox’s hands dug into the sides of your hips as he held you in place. He ground his hardness helplessly into your skin.

“So kriffin’ gorgeous,” he growled, the words sending a shot of liquid heat to your core. “Can’t tell you how much you mean to me. Even when you’re being a brat.”

“I’m never a brat,” you lied.

Fox’s hips pulled back, but only far enough for his hand to deliver a loud clap against the cheek of your ass. You squealed at the feeling. The hit had sounded far worse than it felt, but the dangling pearls lent an additional layer to the sensation, one you hadn’t been expecting.

“You’re a brat most of the time,” he corrected, rubbing the sting of the spank from your skin, the roughness of his hand sliding beneath the pearls to touch you directly. “I should put you over my knee more often.”

“Anytime you want,” you promised breathlessly.

Fox turned you around in his arms, one hand lifting to fist in the web of straps decorating your upper back. “Right now, sweetheart, all I want is to have you naked in that bed.”

You felt the hook in the straps disconnect with the little tug he gave the harness-like webbing. You strategically shrugged as he ran his hands down your arms, allowing the bra to fall unceremoniously to the floor. Fox’s eyes followed it for a moment before locking his eyes on your chest.

With a playful gasp, you crossed your arms over yourself, not quite managing to hide your quickly budding nipples. “Why, Commander! Did you just use the Force on me?”

Fox’s eyes darkened and it took you a moment to realize that he was reacting to your use of his rank. You made a quick mental note of that even as he pulled your arms down and began leading you to the bed.

“Hold on,” you said. “Don’t you want me to take off the panties, too?”

Fox shook his head, grinning sharply at you. “I’ll take care of those myself.”

You shivered and let him herd you to the bed. You laid back where you had been, propped comfortably against a half-dozen pillows as you extended your wrists out to Fox. He pulled a pair of binders from behind himself on the bed and fastened them around your wrists with fluid ease.

For a moment, all you could do was stare down at the sight of the heavy binders around your wrists. They were large and utilitarian against your skin, leaving your wrists looking impossibly thin and delicate in their cold clasp.

Fox let you take a beat to study your new accessory, but soon took firm control, lifting the binders and your wrists within them over your head. The press of a single button locked the binders to your headboard using a powerful electromagnet.

You struggled a bit as he did, unable to keep yourself from testing the bindings. It would be no fun at all if they fell away the moment you started to move.

They didn’t shift in the slightest.

With your test done, Fox let his hands trace down your arms, skirt the edges of your breasts, and tickle down over your ribs and stomach until they came to rest at the waistband of your underwear.

You stretched under his touch, feeling decadent and luxurious with your arms stretched upward, lifting your naked breasts enticingly toward your lover. The thin material of your underwear didn’t provide any warmth and you began to wonder if you should have increased the heating in your apartment before committing to this position. Of course, you had high hopes that Fox would keep you warm before too much more time passed.

He leaned toward you, knees planted on either side of your thighs. His arms were caging you in against the pillows and the headboard until all you could see was him. Fox kissed you, a gentle brush of his lips against yours. You reciprocated immediately, so lost in the game that you didn’t realize how drastically things were picking up until Fox’s tongue slipped between your lips just as his fingers delivered a wicked pinch to your nipple.

You gasped, making a small sound into his mouth and Fox’s lips quirked against yours. He eased his hips forward until his hardness was pressing into your stomach, demanding your attention in a way that made it impossible to say no.

Working entirely on instinct, you went to wrap your hand around his cock, startled when your wrist tugged uselessly against the binders.

Fox pulled back slightly, smirking at you. “Forget about the restraints, sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” you admitted, making a face at him. A moment later, your tone turned wheedling. “But since I can’t touch you, that means you need to touch me.”

“Is that what you think, mesh’la?” Fox asked, sounding amused.

You frowned. Your plan had been that he would restrain you, spend a little bit of time driving you crazy, then he would fuck you stupid. You were paraphrasing the plan a bit, of course, but those were the highlights. Try as you did, you couldn’t remember the specifics of the ‘driving you crazy’ part of things. And then you remembered that you had told Fox that you didn’t want to know everything he would do. That way, it would be more of a surprise.

What a stupid choice.

Fox pulled a glass of water from the bedside table, taking a long pull of the liquid as you watched his throat flex with the movement. He set the glass back on the table when he was done, contemplating it silently while you waited for him to do something… anything.

“Fox, please,” you begged, legs shifting back and forth a bit as you tried to relieve the ache between your legs.

Fox’s hands shot down, holding you still once more. “None of that. You said you would let me do whatever I wanted.”

“I thought you would want to touch me!” you complained.

“That’s a bratty thing to say,” Fox told you pointedly.

You huffed, settling back against the pillows.

“Better,” Fox praised. “Are you going to be a good girl for me? Good girls get rewards. Brats get punishments.”

This was new territory for Fox, but you couldn’t deny that it was working for you. Using restraints wasn’t the kinkiest thing you had ever done - at least, not according to you - but Fox’s dirty talk was definitely outside of the norm for your bedroom activities. And when he talked about punishments? It definitely left you shivering and trying not to tug against the binders pinning your wrists.

“I’ll be good,” you promised breathlessly.

Fox looked skeptical. “I’ve heard that before, but it seems like you have trouble controlling that pretty little mouth.”

“I’ll be good for you…” you trailed off, waiting until you had his full attention before dropping your power move, “...Commander.”

The instant tension in Fox’s shoulders was easy to see, but you kept your victorious wiggle internal. Couldn’t let Fox know that you were taking advantage of his reaction to being referred to by his title in the bedroom.

“Well, as long as you’re going to be my good little girl…” Fox drawled, his eyes drifting over you from the binders holding your hands above your head and tracing down over your body, laid out for him like a sacrifice. “I guess I should get working on a reward.”

“Do you have something in mind?” you asked hopefully.

Fox smiled, ducking his head until he had planted a kiss just beside your navel. And then another one just below that. And another and another, pressing kisses into your skin until he had worked his way down to your Coruscant Guard crimson thong.

You watched, gaze rapt, as he took hold of the waistband with his teeth, lifting them off your skin until the elastic hidden under the lace was stretched as far as it could be without tearing entirely. And then, Fox released it, letting the waistband snap loudly against your skin. You jolted at the unexpected sensation.

“Oops,” Fox said innocently, even as his eyes glittered wickedly up at you.

“Was that a reward or a punishment?” you asked, voice saucy. “I’ve lost track.”

“A reward,” Fox replied. “When I decide to give you a punishment, you’ll know it.”

You noted that he had specifically said ‘when’ rather than ‘if’, but you could help looking forward to seeing one of Fox’s punishments. As an extra bonus, you were so busy thinking about the potential that you forgot to answer Fox's little challenge.

By the time you realized that, Fox had leaned forward to take the waistband of your thong between his teeth again, dragging the tiny pair of underwear down your legs. The majority of it slid off easily, especially when you lifted your hips to help out, but the gusset clung wetly to your arousal as you winced in embarrassment.

Fox’s eyes were intently fixed between your legs as the fabric slowly peeled away from your folds, draping heavily between your thighs when it had finally been freed. The Commander continued pulling the thong down your legs until you could slip your feet free of them.

After he had tossed the red lace and plastoid pearl garment over his shoulder, Fox’s gaze met yours.

“That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he told you.

At the same time, you grimaced and said, “I’m sorry.”

Both of you stared at the other for a moment before Fox sputtered out, “You’re sorry? Kriff, you’d better be sorry, sweetheart. I may never let you out of those binders again after seeing that. I’m gonna be hard for a month.”

By this point in your relationship, Fox should have lost the ability to make you feel shy. He was as blunt in his admiration as he was in his admonishment, and you would have thought you would be used to it by now. But such blatant praise, especially coming from someone who was seeing you at your most vulnerable… it was a heady thing.

You smiled softly. “You really thought it was sexy?”

Fox groaned, openly palming himself. “Mesh’la, I know it was sexy. In fact…” he trailed off, watching you with a look on his face that made you press your legs together and squirm. “Let me show you what it did to me.”

Feeling breathless once again, you nodded - only to watch in confusion as Fox lifted the glass of water from the bedside table again and took a deep drink.

“I made you feel thirsty?” you asked teasingly.

Fox smiled at you, shaking his head slightly at your antics. When he got back to your body, Fox pressed kisses into your skin from your collarbone down. He paid attention to the sensitive place between your breasts, your sternum, your navel, the curve of each hip. His lips were still wet with the water from the glass, leaving small dots down your skin that chilled you as they rapidly began to cool.

When he was finally hovering over your legs, Fox gently parted your thighs. You let him do it, helped him even, knowing what was coming and greatly looking forward to it. With your knees on either side of his broad torso, Fox lowered his head to your exposed folds.

…Only for you to shriek the moment he touched you. The shock of cold was so abrupt, so unexpected, that it took your stunned mind a few moments to process that he must have been holding ice from the glass in his mouth.

Until you managed to connect those two pieces, your entire focus was taken up by the shocking sensations. Fox’s cold lips wrapped around your clit, taking full advantage of his subtle plan, then followed it up by stiffening his freezing tongue and shoving it as far up your hot cunt as he could manage.

You lost control of your body entirely at that point, writhing until the sheets were twisted around your body, tugging against the binders at the same speed that you were bucking against Fox’s mouth. Your orgasm hit somewhere in the middle of all of it, the flood of sensation too extreme for you to differentiate between feeling generally amazing and feeling truly orgasmic.

All you knew was that you were keening lowly by the time it was all over, Fox’s mouth still covering your lazily-squeezing cunt as he licked until you had gotten every scrap of pleasure possible.

“Please, Fox,” you whispered, your mouth dry from panting. “Enough, I- I can’t.”

“You did so well, mesh’la,” Fox told you, withdrawing immediately and licking the shine of you from his lips. “Do you need anything?”

“Some of that water might be nice,” you admitted, drinking greedily when Fox tipped the glass to your lips. As soon as you had finished, though, you were ready to get right back to it. “I need you, Fox.”

Fox shot you a surprised look, shaking his head and sitting back on the bed. “I think you need a little more time, sweetheart. Your breathing hasn’t even gone back to normal yet.”

“I’m ready,” you told him stubbornly.

“And I think you aren’t,” Fox returned. “And, considering that you’re currently restrained and at my mercy, we’ll be taking a little more time.”

You hummed at that, ignoring the way Fox’s eyebrow raise practically dared you to use the safeword you had decided on. No, he wasn’t doing what you wanted, but there were ways to get around that durasteel will of his…

“Maybe you’re right,” you agreed with a heavy sigh. Any suspicion that may have crossed Fox’s face was overtaken by the way he was staring at your breasts. With your arms locked over your head, taking a normal breath lifted them to new heights. A deep sigh resulted in movement that was practically lewd. You let him look for a while, knowing that your nipples were as stiff as possible in the coolness of the room. Eventually, you added, “After all, I’m so sensitive.”

As you sighed the last word, you let your thighs drop out to either side of you. There wasn’t a mirror in your room - at least, not one positioned to let you see yourself now - but you knew exactly what Fox’s ravenous eyes were seeing.

Your pussy was undeniably wet. You could feel it even now. Your lips would be swollen with the kisses he had left there, your clit distended from the suction he had given it. All of this was partially hidden by your thighs, but you knew Fox - he would see it as a framing choice. Your most private area framed by the skin of your inner thighs, decorated with the remnants of love bites he had left there the last time you were together.

His hand snaked between those bite-decorated thighs, clearly aiming for your slit, but you closed your thighs around his fingers before they could explore you.

“Oh, Fox,” you moaned. “I’m so sensitive. If you touched me, I might even start begging.”

Fox’s eyes darkened, but he scowled at you as he pulled away. “Do I look stupid, mesh’la? I know when you’re trying to play me.”

“Stupid?” you repeated, frowning so he would know just how far from the truth that was. “No, baby, you’re the smartest person I know. Full stop. You’ve never looked stupid. And right now? Right now, the only thing you look like is a dream. I need you inside of me because I don’t think I can go another moment without you feeling what you do to me. But if that’s not-”

“Stop talking,” Fox ordered, voice sharp. He was stripping off his undersuit a moment later, his cock hard and weeping with arousal. You sympathized, certain you were going to leave a damp spot on the bed if he didn’t hurry.

Fox left the bed for a moment, just long enough to toss his body glove in the corner, roll a condom over his length, and drizzle himself with lube. Then he was back, kissing you deeply as he pushed your legs even further out to either side.

You shouted into his mouth as he entered you in one firm thrust. You had been playing up the sensitivity angle for impact, but you may have been correct in ways you wouldn’t have guessed.

But then you thought to open your eyes and look at Fox’s face. His eyebrows were furrowed in what looked like a mixture of concentration and pleasure. Even with his eyes closed and his mouth pressed to yours, there was a softness to his face that you rarely saw outside of the bedroom. He was… himself here, able to relax in a way he couldn’t elsewhere. You closed your eyes again and let yourself dissolve into the kiss while your body adjusted to him.

When Fox started to move, it wasn’t in wild thrusts or rushed stabs. No, his motions were smooth and languorous, moving so it felt like he was stroking the inside of your body with his. You had always thought the difference between fucking and making love was based in semantics, with a healthy dash of emotional state added into the mix.

This changed your mind.

Fox was giving you this experience, and giving you himself along the way. His hands ran over your body as he pushed and pulled his body slowly through yours. Suddenly, as thrilling as you found it to be restrained like this, you longed to be freed.

“Fox,” you murmured gently between kisses. It came out a little too gently, though, and he thought you were simply saying his name. Honestly, that had been a side benefit, but you had an agenda. “Fox, wait.”

“Is everything okay, sweetheart?” Fox asked, pausing mid-stroke.

“Can you undo the restraints?” you requested.

“Of course!” He did so instantly, reaching up to let you out with a press of his thumb against the biometric keypad. When your hands were free, he massaged your wrists and hands with a concern that made your heart melt a little more. “What happened? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you rushed to assure him. “I just really needed to touch you.”

You smoothed away Fox’s frown with a gentle touch, running your fingers through his hair as you kissed him. It took some time for him to build back to his previous rhythm, but after some caresses and well-placed pleas, he had taken up that delicious stroking once more.

“I’m close, mesh’la,” Fox whispered at last, pressing his forehead to yours.

“I am, too,” you replied. You tugged at the hand he wasn’t using to balance himself above you, guiding it gently to your clit. “Touch me so I can get there with you?”

“On one condition,” Fox stipulated, smiling slightly when you raised your eyebrows at him. He pulled your hand into place, wrapping it around his back. “You have to leave your marks on me.”

Your smile widened into a grin, but there would be time for teasing later. For now, you held your fingers poised in position, hips dancing under Fox’s as he began to rub delicately at your sensitive clit.

With both of you rushing headlong for the proverbial finish line, it didn’t take long for you to tumble over the edge together. As your entire awareness pounded with the revelation of your orgasm, you were aware of three things.

First, your nails had indeed scored their way down Fox’s back. You couldn’t help it. Having placed them by his shoulders before you came, the pleasurable full-body muscular contractions raked your hands down his back almost without your permission. It was enjoyable simply because Fox had made it clear that you were invited to leave your mark on him.

Second, Fox’s fingers were still stroking your clit. You had asked him to and hadn’t asked him to stop, so he would keep going. If you needed him to do something, he would do it. No more explanation than that was necessary.

Finally, Fox’s gaze was fixed on your face. He watched you through his orgasm, not pulling his eyes away while he pounded into you the final times, while you shuddered around him, while you did your best to draw blood from his back. You knew he didn’t look away because you didn’t, either.

When you finally pulled away from each other, there was blood under one of your fingernails. You held it up for Fox to see, grimacing in wordless apology. Fox grabbed your hand and kissed it.

“I’ll take that as the mark of a job well done.” He smiled down at you as you tugged his head down for another kiss, ignoring the sight of the binders still hanging from the headboard behind him.

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A/N - I honestly had no intention of this turning out as soft as it did.

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Trophy Husband

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairings: Aaron Hotchner/Female Reader Word Count: 2,188 Tags: 18+, NSFW, Dad bod Hotch, Insecure Hotch, Dry humping, Unprotected sex, a lil Daddy kink Summary: Requested by anon: “maybe some dad bod hotch smut? like where he’s newly retired and hasn’t been working out as much and the reader worships his body bc he’s been feeling a little insecure” I love some dad bod Hotch, so happy to fill this request! Link to A03 or read below!

“No, we’re not doing forced overtime again. If you want my team to put out more consults, then we need to hire more profilers.” You walk through your front door and into the kitchen, smiling when you see Aaron standing over the stove, holding a wooden spoon and stirring something that smells amazing. “With all due respect, I’m not concerned about the budget, sir; if my people are as valuable as you stated, then I expect them to be taken care of.”

Aaron looks back at you, wrinkles his nose, and you make a motion with your hands—blah, blah, blah—which makes him chuckle.

“I agree completely, sir. That’s a great idea. If you send down the requisitions tomorrow, I’ll start interviewing on Monday. No, thank you. Good night.” You lock your phone, set your bag on the stool closest to you, and sigh. “Was it this hard to get stuff done when you were the unit chief?”

“No, it’s definitely harder now, but you make it look easy. And sexy,” he says with a smirk, and you walk over to him; he offers a taste of what he’s making—it looks like paella, and your stomach rumbles—and you lean in to take a bite off of the spoon, looking up at him and flicking your tongue over your lips. His eyes get dark.

Even after ten years of marriage, he’s so easy to get going, it’s almost unfair.

“Delicious, daddy, thank you.” You stand up fully, and he turns back to the stove; your arms wrap easily around his waist, cheek pressed to the soft, worn t-shirt that covers his back. “How was your day? Are you still enjoying the life of a trophy husband?” He snorts, muscles tensing enough that you can feel it where you rest.

“Hardly.” He was in such a good mood a moment ago that this feels like a complete 180; profiler or not, you know your husband, and something’s on his mind. You tighten your embrace, and he shrugs you off a little, and that is practically unheard of. You stand, take a step back to look at him.

“What’s wrong? You aren’t getting bored of retirement already, are you? It’s only been six months.” He sighs, shakes his head. You’re sure you look confused.

“No, retirement is fine; it’s great, actually, it’s not that.” Typical Aaron, always making you drag this shit out of him. For being so sweet and kind, he’s still not that great at being open, even though you make every effort to encourage it.

“What is it, sweetheart? Something is obviously bothering you; we should talk about it.” Another deep exhale, and he turns off the burner, moves the pan of food off of the heat, and turns to face you fully.

“I imagine you already know.” You shake your head, shrug, and he gestures to himself, to his body. You feel stupid, like there’s something you’re missing.

“Aaron, love of my life, I don’t have any idea what this means.” You mimic his previous motion, and he rolls his eyes, which you can’t stand, and he’s well aware of that. “You’ve got to give me more than that, or I can’t help.”

“You can’t help, it just… is.” He sighs, and his shoulders deflate. You move closer, to touch him, comfort him, but he takes a step back. “I know I’m not the ‘trophy husband’ you probably expected me to be. I know this isn’t what you signed up for.”

You do your best to put together these cryptic sentences, the hand gesture, and when realization finally dawns on you, you can’t help it: you laugh.

Aaron turns away, and you know that was shitty, feel instantly terrible, so you reach out to put a gentle hand on his arm.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t laughing at you, it’s just… you don’t think you’re hot anymore?” He turns to face you, looking at you like he’s tired of your shenanigans, which… after this long, he should be plenty used to them, so the look does nothing for you.

“I’ve gotten… soft, I think that’s obvious.” At that, you smirk a little, move your hands to the button on his jeans.

“Oh, I don’t think there’s anything soft about you, Aaron. Why don’t you let me put your cock in my mouth, and we’ll check again.”

“You wanted me to talk, I’m talking.” His tone is a little admonishing, and you kind of deserve it, so you stop being horny for a second and take a deep breath.

“You’re right. Sorry. So… you’re exercising less, because obviously you don’t need to be as fit anymore, since you’re not working. Am I following?” He nods his head. “Okay, and you’re feeling… insecure about the way your body looks now, because of it.”

“Yes. Especially when you, Unit Chief Hotchner, are kicking ass and looking fucking delicious doing it, and then you have to come home to me.”

It’s like a switch is flipped in you, at those words. Oh hell no.

“Hold on here. I don’t have to come home to you, I get to come home to you; every night I do, it’s like a dream come true, and on the nights I don’t get to come home to you, I dream about it. I dream about being in your arms—strong arms, always, even if they’re less defined—and I dream about making love to you and fucking you and everything in between. You: not the Aaron of two months ago or six months ago or five years ago. You.”

He looks your face over—you’re getting fired up and you know it, and it turns him on and you also know that—and then the two of you come together for a deep, desperate kiss. Your hands fist in his hair, his roughly grab your ass, and when you pull back for air he turns you so you’re bent over the counter, searches for the zipper of your skirt.

“No!” He freezes, then steps back, and you stand up, flushed. “I’m sorry, not no—just, not here.” He blows out a breath, and you kiss him softly, sorry you scared him. “It’s just that… I want to lay you back on our bed, completely naked, and I want to put my mouth and my hands on you, everywhere. I want you to see what your body does to me, exactly as it is right now. I get that that might make you feel a little vulnerable, but will you let me?” You press your lips to his again, put your hands gently on his face. “Let me, baby.”

He nods, and you take his hand, take him to your bedroom. He’s visibly nervous, so you move his hands to your body, let him strip you naked first. He always takes pleasure in this, whether he is ripping the buttons off your favorite blouse or softly mouthing at your thighs while he drags your panties down your legs, and tonight is no exception.

“So beautiful, baby,” he murmurs as he finds that zip and drags it down, helping you step out of the skirt. You kick off your heels, and he unbuttons your top—carefully, tonight—then unhooks your bra, pulls you close and kisses your neck and chest so deliciously you almost forget what brought you here.

You lick your lips, shake yourself from the haze of submission you always feel when his mouth is at your throat, and your hands flick open the button of his jeans, tug down the zipper, guide his pants to the floor. He steps out of them, and you kiss his mouth.

Your hands move up, to the hem of his t-shirt, but you do nothing. He smirks, pulls it over his head, because he knows you love that hot guy way of pulling a t-shirt off with one hand, and he happens to be a master of it. You do your best not to drool.

“Mmm. You know exactly what I like, Aaron. There’s nobody in this world who could turn me on like you, who could get me off like you.” He licks his lips, and you get on your knees, running your hands down his body as you go. “Toes to nose, you are exactly who and what I want. Don’t ever forget that.”

You start low, press your lips to the tops of his feet, then his ankles, his calves, his knees. He takes a deep, shuddering breath, but you keep moving up, slowly, until your hands find the waistband of his underwear and you pull them down. His cock springs up—this in particular is never a problem, no matter his age—and you kiss up his thighs and then rise to stand.

“Baby,” he breathes, and you lean up for a kiss, drop your panties. He grabs a fistful of your hair, takes another, rougher kiss, then releases you; you’re panting hard, and your teeth sink into your bottom lip. God, he’s good. How could he ever doubt his sex appeal when he makes you this much of a horny, eager mess with just a kiss?

You guide him back to the bed because he’s too tall for you to reach everywhere standing up; you start at his right wrist, kiss your way to the crook of his elbow, over his biceps, to his shoulder. You trail your lips over his collarbone, his throat, pausing to nibble on his earlobes, to peck him on the tip of his nose.

“I love you so much, Aaron. You are and always will be perfect in my eyes. I barely even notice when you’re being a dick anymore,” you joke, and he laughs; steamy and sexy is really good, but it’s your favorite when he laughs.

You kiss down the other side of his neck, down his arm, but this time you bring his hand up and suck on his middle and ring fingers, taking them so deeply you can flick your tongue over his wedding ring. He groans, you groan, it’s really hot. Your pussy throbs.

“Fuck, baby.” You pull them out of your mouth with an innocent smile, and then straddle his legs, leaning forward to suck and bite kisses all over his stomach and hips, avoiding his cock altogether. “Oh, god, that feels so good,” he breathes, reaching for your hair, and you slide your arms up his chest, squeeze the muscles there that are softer, but still present, while you kiss wetly along his belly.

“Mmm,” you moan while you kiss, because you’re kind of… lined up tight against his thigh, and it feels really good.

You keep kissing, all over, sloppy, eager kisses, rubbing his chest and grinding against his thigh, and it’s a surprise to you both when you come, looking up at him with your mouth open and your nails digging into his skin.

“Holy fuck,” you sigh when you’re done—there’s no sugarcoating this—humping his leg, and he licks his lips, wraps his hands around your arms, and maneuvers you on onto your back, slides his cock easily inside you where you’re wet and warm. “Yes, Aaron.”

“Oh, baby. Fuck, I love you,” he groans, and he laces your fingers with his and tucks his face against your neck. You love when he gets like this, so desperate to come but so soft, so loving, and you squeeze him with your legs, push your body into his thrusts.

“Like that, honey, just like that,” you breathe, mouthing at his shoulder, your free hand clutching at his back. “Come inside me, daddy; pin me with your big body like you always do and come inside me. Love it, want it, need it.”

He moans into your throat, works his hips harder, faster, and you hold him when he comes, smoothing your palm over his skin. He looks down at you, and love shines in his eyes just like always; your heart melts a little. That’s something you’ll never get tired of seeing as long as you live.

He pulls out, replaces his cock with his fingers and brings you to orgasm again, still looking into your eyes, and he catches your last gasping moan with his lips.

You’re both tired after that, not as young as you used to be, and you pull him on top of your body again, a warm, reassuring weight; underneath him is your favorite place to be, always has been, always will be.

“Trophy husband,” you coo in his ear, scraping fingers through his hair. He chuckles softly, brushes his thumb over your lips.

“Badass wife.”

“Mm hmm, and don’t you forget it.” After a couple minutes, your stomach rumbles, and Aaron climbs off of you, returns with the whole pan of paella, two spoons, and a bottle of white wine. “No glasses?” you ask, teasing, sitting up against the pillows, and he shakes his head, wrinkles his nose.

“Nah, I like it better this way. My lips where your lips have been.” He leans in for a soft, slow, sultry kiss, and you sigh when it’s over, lean your head against his shoulder, and smile.

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omgg write something about playing or braiding jack’s hair

oh em gee I love this !!!!! I loved his hair braid too omg

Jack had a very specific barber he liked to go to to get the same quality haircut he always got. He trusted that specific barber and his appointments were always made in advance to absolutely ensure he could get it done the way he liked by whom he liked at the right time so it never got overgrown or hard to manage. Jack was very specific about his hair and about keeping it the way he liked it to be. It was part of his image, part of him really. The Brummie boy hated when anyone else touched it. Be that joking team members giving his head a teasing push or his dad ruffling his hair each time he walks in the door, it irks the living daylights right out of him.

So it seems as though it’s Jack’s own personal nightmare now the barbers are shut with absolutely no sign of opening up for at least another month and Jack can’t seem to take one minute more of training with his hair getting all up in his eyes, dropping into his face and blowing wildly in Birmingham wind even with a headband in. It is driving him absolutely insane. It’s all he can think of in this moment.

And that is because he currently has your fingers tangled in it completely absentmindedly as he lays in between with your legs with his legs stretched out along the L section of the L shaped couch. Your eyes are fully focussed on the storyline evolving throughout an old episode of Greys Anatomy. Jack’s arms are around your torso as his head rests comfortably on your lower stomach with his eyes peacefully shut. He would usually engage in the TV with you, but the preseason after an unexpected break that had him doing less exercise than he definitely should have been doing had him absolutely shattered.

It was rare for even you to touch the locks he took so laughably serious, but it felt like the most soothing experience he’d maybe ever had to feel the gentility of your finger massaging over his scalp in the most relaxing manner he’d ever known. Even his sports massages after long matches weren’t this relaxing.

“Mmmhm, feels so good.” He murmurs, his voice ticking your stomach as he speaks against it, the sigh that leaves him making you giggle in response. “So annoyin’ in training.” He adds tiredly, but not lacking in the obvious irritation he feels towards it. Jack tends to feel a lot and often, and even seemingly small things like his hair getting in the way of his play was unimaginably irritating for him.

“I could cut it?” You suggest.

“Yeah,” he snorts, “And end up like the poor dog? I’ll pass love.”

“Aw come on! It wasn’t that bad.” You retort

“He looked like a street rat with curls, sweetheart.” He laughs, despite the disappointment he feels for your hands leaving his hair for the first time since he lay down tonight.

“Cheek.”

“Sorry baby.” He lulls, finally looking up at you for the first time, lifting his face to offer you a smile that strained him. Holding his head up like that was too much for his already tired muscles, so he’s quickly laying his head back to its resting place. You can’t think of anything else to retort with, knowing full and well the incredibly poor state of affairs that occurred in your household three weeks into Lockdown 1 after you attempted to give the dog a haircut out of pure boredom and lack of open dog grooming services. The state of affairs being Jack crawling to the bathroom on his knees and one hand with the other hand holding onto his crotch because he was trying so hard not to wet himself from laughing at the poor pup who looked so confused that his dad hadn’t been able to greet him as normal when he returned from the weekly food shop.

Jack very nearly did piss on your good cream carpet that day, so it was fair for him to not trust your barber skills either. Especially being the way he is about his hair.

“You know the old episodes make me miss Derek.” You announce after a moment of only the television speaking between the two of you.

“He the one with the hair?” Jack mumbles. You snort a laugh.

“They’ve all got hair, Jack. Go on, say it then?”

“Fine,” he huffs indignantly, “The one with the good hair.”

Your giggle makes his heart erupt into butterflies that dance through his stomach and chest just like it does every single time he gets to be lucky enough to hear it. Jack doesn’t like to admit when others have hair he likes. He prefers to live in a world where his hairstyle is simply the best, and truly he usually does. He tends to live in his own world anyway. The world where his hair is fantastic, he gets to do what he loves for a living and come home to you each and every day. That’s his world and fucking hell does he love that world.

In reality though, part of that world is that however fictional Derek Shepherd may be, his hair is fantastic and always looks rather immaculate. Something Jack can’t quite relate to at this current moment in time. “You know this episode is kinda about his hair,” you note softly, hands smoothing back over your boyfriends brown locks. He knows by the tone of your voice that you’re going to go into more detail about the episode currently playing through on Amazon Prime TV. Some people may well have been annoyed listening to their girlfriends recounting entire episodes of TV shows that they weren’t exactly inclined to watch, but Jack was not one of those men. He didn’t care what you were talking about, just the sound of you talking was enough to make him listen intently. He loved to hear you talk, and if that was the only thing that he ever got to hear for the rest of his life then he’d still be happy.

“They adopted a little girl and he hasn’t quite figured her hair out yet but everyone’s shocked ‘cause his hairs pretty good. Like you, a little. You got good hair, just haven’t learned to manage it yet eh?” You explain, weaving your fingers in and out of those stands of hair that make him hum in both understanding and enjoyment. He isn’t sure what you’re doing, but the weaving of stands, pads of your fingers dancing over his scalp carefully, softly feels like what he might imagine heaven to be. “Yeah?” He asks, “And what does he do then?” His voice is filled with genuine interest for what you were saying. It was the first time you’d ever known that in a relationship. He heard you snigger softly to yourself. “He learns from someone who knows a bit more about hair than he does.” You state pointedly, prompting him to roll his eyes even if you can’t see him.

“I’m not letting you cut my hair, (y/n). Not happening, I’m sor-“

“Alright, Jack. I bloody know! That’s not what I meant.” You grumble. Jack can immediately imagine your disgruntled pout already, with those irritated narrowed eyes and the playful scrunch of your nose. “Sorry.” Every time he sees that look on you, he moves to kiss that furrow out of your nose. It makes his heart smile each and every time he sees it. You are simultaneously the most beautiful, more adorable and hottest woman he has ever laid his eyes on. “Sorry baby,” he reiterated, “Go on.”

“I could braid it for you?”

That earns a belly laugh from him that reverberates through your body, jostling with the force of his whole body laughter. “So you will,” he bellows in breaks between the ever comedic gasping from breath after each loud laugh. “Not a chance.”

He pushes himself up to sit back on his knees, trapping your legs between his as he looks down at you with a huge grin still stretching his lips and creasing his eyes, yet they still sparkle in adoration for you. “Oh yeah?” You muse with a giggle to follow despite the firm attempt to seal it behind clenched lips. The giggle sets those dimples into your cheeks, his eyes just drinking you up as you lounge back on the huge couch there in front of him, sinking back into the pillows just like he had been sinking against you in comfort for hours only moments ago. “Yeah.” He repeats firmly, the playful jest of his words not lost on your ears as he leans forward.

With the emission of only a small, surprised yelp from you that turns the head of the dog in his bed for only a moment, Jack has grabbed your legs to tug you down so you were laying flat on your back on the L of the sofa. He leans over you, hands and strong arms keeping him above you with ease. “Realllly?” You tease, one eyebrow quirked. Jack loves it when you do that, mostly because he can’t and he finds it beautifully funny.

Your hands reach up to his face, cupping over the beard on his cheeks to bring his face down to peck his lips before letting him press back up like a simple press up over your body. This was a common occurrence between the pair of you and Jack had always loved to show off. “Not cuttin’ about with a braid in my hair baby, sorry.”

He dips down for another kiss and you break out another giggle that parts your lips from his. “You already are, bub.”

“Ya what?” He pops straight up, sitting again back on his knees. “Not falling over your face now eh?” You taunt with a cheeky grin that makes him furrow his brows. Jack removed his hands from beside you to run one after the other over the top of his hair, a weird mix of a grin and disbelief washing over his face. Your sweetheart smile warms his heart as you lay there looking up at him with tired eyes and a lazy smile, cheeks flushed and one of his old cotton shirts keeping you warm long after his body raises from yours.

“Wait there!” He yells, bounding off the couch to all but leap through the living room until he reaches the mirror in the hall just outside the door. “Babe!” He cheers through the house, appearing back in the doorway of the room. “Nah it’s kinda cool, you fuckin’ smashed that!” You sit up and turn around towards him with your hand covering your mouth in a giggle that makes him stride forward and tug your hand away so he can see that beautiful smile. He jumps back again. “And look; stays in when I move around like-”

An immediate howl of laughter breaks out of your mouth with your head tipped back in hysterics as you watch him run on the spot, jump on the spot and then shake his head around like your puppy when he had a cone on his head. You laugh so hard your laughter looses its noise, simply existing as a elongated wheeze and a sudden gasp for desperate air to aid and allow for only more laughter. “Why you laughing for?” He yells, his words split by his own laughter as he tugs you to your feet, standing taller than him when your on your feet on the couch. Jack wraps one arm around your waist and moves the other down to the bend of your knees to sweep your legs from beneath you, perching you on the edge of the back of the couch.

“It,” kiss, “is,” kiss, “perfect.” Kiss.

“Just like you, baby.” He rumbles lowly, “Perfect just like my girl. Gonna wear it to training. Keep hair out my face, remind me of you, perfect.” He just keeps talking, keeps praising you between kisses while he brings you closer and closer to him until you can wrap your legs around him. Locked in place, he takes your face in his hands.

“So you’ll let me braid it again?” You chime, eyes lighting up. Jack chuckles, thumbs smoothing over your cheeks with a kiss pressed to the tip of your nose. “Course baby. Every day.”

True to his word Jack Grealish is. Every night he comes home from his training, he’s laying on the couch letting you massage the days stresses out of his mind, letting your fingers weave the tension out of his scalp. Jack’s never let anyone take care of him so much. He’s never felt comfortable to be taken care of like this, but you are his exception. His one single exception. And every morning he sits in the floor at the foot of the bed while you sit with a leg on either side of him, fingers weaving the strands into place for the day and tighter for match days. People make comments but Jack doesn’t give even half of a shit. His hair is how he likes it; out of his face so he can concentrate on his game and it gives you more of a reason to actually be up in the morning when he leaves before the sun rises above you. That’s perfect for Jack.

Until his next haircut, the only time that footballer doesn’t have a braid through his hair is when your fingers are tangling in it while he’s between your legs for another very enjoyable reason.