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Yoga and Stretching Inner Thighs Splits Flow

In our fast-paced lives, it's crucial to take time for ourselves and find moments of tranquility. One way to achieve this is through the practice of Yin Yoga. In this blog post, we'll explore a sequence of restorative postures that specifically target the inner thighs, adductors, and groin. These gentle stretches aim to release tension, restore balance, and promote deep relaxation. So, let's dive in and discover the benefits of this soothing practice. Readmore

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[ryiju-muunie]

hiiiii can i request a pregnant reader x toji where he learns sex induces labor? and the reader is like GET THIS BABY OUT OF ME and he wants to "relieve" her pain??

Fucking for two

18+ viewer discretion advised

fem!reader/Toji Zenin Warnings: pregnancy sex, pregnancy fetish/kink, breeding kink, rough sex, Toji is hung that’s canon, they’re married and in their 30s, attempted mating press but she’s like 9 months pregnant, creampie, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, fingering, breast milk kink, breast milk play, Toji's gonna suck some nipnips, dacryphilia, I'm gonna be honest this is not realistic, squirting Word count: 2820 DESC: Toji wants to relieve your pain and get off at the same time

Well anon this was an interesting experience! And some of it is not accurate like the breast milk part but we ball.

ALL EYES ON RAFAH

“Hey bitch,” Toji strolled into your shared room with a more playful expression than usual. He gave your annoyed glare a wiggle with his eyebrows, “I know how to get that baby outta you.”

You were a week late. Almost two at that point. And you had been dying to get this god-forsaken baby out of you for days. You’ve tried spicy food, yoga, or sour food. Anything you heard that might’ve made your pregnancy end. But nothing worked! So you were stuck with this large lump inside of you sucking the life force from your mind. You wanted so desperately to be free from the shackles of pregnancy so you could do certain things like bathe properly or lay on your side. So when your amazing husband suggested a way to get this baby out of you… you wanted to hear him out. 

“Hm?” You looked up from your laptop, closing it as you stared at him. God, he was such eye candy. Maybe that was the reason you stayed all through his interesting quirks. (Like gambling or drinking himself half-blind) He was hot. You couldn’t deny it. The way his muscles poked out through his tight shirt always made you clench your legs together, even if you couldn’t exactly do that right now. 

He looked over at you and smirked before answering, “We fuck.” 

You had to do a double-take. You … what? You two had been intimate during your pregnancy, giving him blowjobs and him eating you out. But you hadn’t engaged in sexual intercourse like that. You didn’t think Toji found you attractive enough to pound you like he used to. Mainly since he had been a lot more careful around you ever since you hit the third trimester; Maybe it was your hormones, but you didn’t think he could find your bloated body attractive currently.

“Toji I’m not having sex with you,” you shook your head, looking down at your closed laptop filled with anime stickers from various shows you liked. 

“I don’t wanna see you all miserable. It’s annoying,” he shrugged as you made a sour face. You knew he meant well, but Toji always had a way with words. A bad way with words.“Besides. I kinda wanna fuck a pregnant bitch.” 

You gave him a warning glare and he cleared his throat, “Pregnant woman.” 

“I… you don’t need to say all that. I know I’m not very hot right now and taking care of me is a pain in the ass. But you don’t need to force yourself to sleep with me just to get it over with…” You mumbled, looking up at him. His face contorted from a smirk to a weird look. He stared at you as if you were crazy. Like you just said the wildest thing imaginable without any warning. 

You thought … you weren’t attractive like that? You thought you weren’t attractive to him? And you thought you were making him force himself to sleep with you? Oh, you really were insane. Toji was deeply and madly in love with you, even if he didn’t exactly show it. You’ve always been hot to him, no matter what. You’ve been together for five years, of course, you’ve changed. You didn’t look like the same girl he first met at that bar and he didn’t care. He loved you no matter how big or small you were. If you were carrying his child or not. He loved you. If fucking you while pregnant was going to get rid of your agony, he’d do it in a heartbeat.

And he didn’t want to admit the other reason why he’d been dying to fuck you pregnant. He had a certain kink he’d never been able to try since you were his first wife. Once you got too big to lay on your side or even get up without help, Toji thought you wanted him to be more gentle. So he abstained from slapping your ass or grabbing you while you were fast asleep beside him. But he wanted to. 

He wanted to fuck you raw while you were pregnant with his seed. And he wanted to induce labor and have your water break all over his meaty cock. You didn’t want to see his PornHub browsing history, because, for the past nine months, it was all pregnancy porn. He couldn’t help it. Just the thought of you filled with his baby being fucked by him got him off in ways he didn’t know. 

“You’re crazy, you know that?” Toji replied after a moment of pure silence. He got onto the bed and crawled towards you, pushing your laptop to the side, “I wanna fuck a pregnant bitch. And I wanna fuck you. So … let’s fuck.” 

You blinked a few times, “Oh you have such a way with words, Zenin,” a small smile bit at your lips and you nodded, “If you aren’t forcing yourself, then sure. Is it like a fetish of yours or something?” One of your arms slung around your husband's neck and he nodded, inhaling in your scent. He didn’t care if you thought you smelt bad, he loved it. He loved how you naturally always smelt a certain way, that he could pick you out in a crowd. He rested his head against your large belly and closed his eyes briefly. 

Soon this would be gone and a baby Megumi would be born. You both decided on the more feminine name because screw gender roles! And it was the only thing you two could agree on. 

One of his big hands trailed from the top of your stomach down to the hem of your pants, sneaking past the waistband and making its way to your underwear. Your breath hitched at your lips and you felt two fingers dip into your pussy. It was a slow and methodical movement that he did, just swirling around your clit to get you all hot and bothered. His other hand trailed up to fondle your breasts. You let out a small gasp and before you knew it that hand was in your shirt. He pinched and rolled your nipple around between his fingers, just to feel you tense up beneath him. 

“Toji… remember I’m gonna…” You bit your lip and exhaled a shaky moan as you felt him continue. He moved his head up from your stomach to find its way inside your shirt as well, taking your other breast and nipple into his mouth. He let his teeth rake around your sensitive pebble and suck it just to see your reaction. You had never been one for nipple play, but after you got pregnant they had become so sensitive… just a bit of fondling never hurt.

You had forgotten what you were about to say when you felt a strange sensation come from the center of your nipples. Oh. That. You found yourself prematurely leaking colostrum or breast milk, whenever your nipples were fondled with. Toji must’ve forgotten since he went mouth-first into your chest. But he didn’t even flinch as you felt them drain into your husband's palm and mouth. Instead, you realized he was going a bit harder, sucking and pinching as if his life depended on it. 

His hand was still on your clit in a way that made you dizzy. All of it was just to prepare you for the horse he was going to force into your cunt. Toji was hung, he was massively hung. Even after five years he still needed to let you adjust to his girth by fingering you until you were wet enough to handle it. You always loved how big he was compared to your tight pussy. It made it all the more pleasurable to think about that log touching your cervix. 

One finger dipped into your wetness, quickly followed by a second, just to tease you. He pumped them in and out of you very slowly, not fast enough to cause you any release. But instead, slow enough you had a chance to savor the pleasure. He wanted to take his time with this. He wanted to relish in the fact he was fucking you so good your water would break all over him. He wanted to take a video just to show the event happen, letting all your juices flow onto his thick cock. 

“T..Toji,” you whimpered, letting your head fall back onto the headboard, “F-fuck… mm- fuck me.. Pleaaa..ssee?” You looked down at him still inside your shirt. You wanted to see his face as he fucked you from the front. You wanted him to manhandle you until you couldn’t stand, which you were beginning to think wouldn’t happen since he was taking his goddamn time with your breasts. 

Toji pulled back slowly from your sensitive nipple and pulled your shirt up, and over his head, “Whuh?” He blinked a few times, clearly getting distracted by your lovely chest. He loved the way you squirmed while he sucked and prodded at them. Even if he wasn’t a tits guy, he’d never let them feel neglected.

“Fuck me,” you blurted out, staring at him with an intense gaze. He nodded and smiled, removing his hand from your underwear. Then he delicately took off your pants, making sure not to hurt you or the baby as he pulled them off. Then came your panties, which slid right off. Both articles of clothing were tossed off the bed, followed by his pants and boxers. 

“You’re picking those up later,” you frowned, looking down to see his prize. God, he was like if Willam Defoe and Drake had a baby… So, huge. The girth was something you didn’t even think was possible for a man, but there it was. He snaked a large hand around his tip and let the precum smear across his fingers, which he moved down his shaft. You needed that throbbing member inside your cunt this instant or you didn’t know what you’d do!

Toji pressed his swollen tip against your folds and let his cock do the work. You felt yourself stretch as he slowly inserted himself, giving you time between pushes to adjust. He was perfect. The way his penis curved hit your perfect, plush spot in a way that made you instantly bite your lip. But he wasn’t done yet. One arm slowly reached for your leg and pushed it up. Well, it didn’t go entirely up, but up enough to simulate a really shitty mating press. Then came the other one. So the position was more like: Toji on his knees, slightly hunched over, with you on your back. With your two legs held up by his arms, knees slung over his elbows. If that made any sense you’re also as insane as I am. 

You let out a moan and threw your head back into the pillow behind you, as he fully inserted himself. A few seconds passed and slowly, Toji pulled back. Then he thrust forward. A noise that you hadn’t heard come out of your husband escaped his lips. It was almost like … a whimper? No-no that’s impossible, Toji would never whimper! Oh … but he did. 

“F-fuck… M’ gonna fuck this baby outta you, slut. Mmm sh…shit,” he bit his bottom lip and continued to thrust, turning it almost rhythmical. The sound of your husband's moans and dirty talk mixed with your whimpers filled the air, followed by loud plapping from your bodies. You needed this. You needed him to fuck you stupid and fuck you blind; Until you couldn’t breathe. You needed him so bad it hurt, and he needed you the same. He needed you so bad he couldn’t even put it into words to describe how badly he needed you. You were the one Toji was going to spend the rest of his life with of course he fucking loved you. And god he was already close to cumming. 

Just seeing his very pregnant wife underneath him, with your breasts full of milk and bouncing, sent him over the edge. Spurts of thick cum shot out of his tip and coated your insides perfectly in white. But of course he couldn’t stop, he needed you to release your sweet water all over him if it was the last thing he’d ever do. You gasped and clamped a hand over your mouth, trying to silence whatever nonsense was gonna come out. But it was too late. You were fucked dumb. 

“F-fuck baby… mm- sh-shit.. Mm hah.. F-f… mm … fuck me… c-c mm c-cum in me,” you whined, squeezing your eyes shut from the immense pleasure. He was hitting your g-spot and fucking it raw. You could feel yourself becoming close but it still wasn’t enough. You needed to cum so badly and you needed to cum with him. You needed to see him bite his lip to hide the pleasure-filled face he was going to make as he came again. So slowly your eyes fluttered open and you watched him through a hazy veil of lust.

Toji thrust himself into you as if there was no tomorrow. Since truly, he’d never get a pleasure like this again, unless you two planned on a second kid. He took in your chubby form and your fat belly, filled with his forming seed. He took in your face contorted with pleasure, staring at him with the biggest fuck me eyes he’d ever seen. And he came again. So quickly after cumming the first time it hurt. He gasped and leaned forward, groaning sweet nonsense as he fucked you roughly through your high. With the sensation of being filled up again you came, feeling a sweet release from your insides wash over your body. But your water hadn’t broken yet, so Toji wasn’t nearing his thrusting any time soon. 

“I’m gonna make you … you pregnant mm again,” he groaned, throwing his head back as he pounded into your swollen cunt. You bit your lip and nodded, feeling tears springing to the corners of your eyes. God, it was too much, and you felt a big release pulsating through your vagina. You felt something coming and you hoped it was gonna come soon. Everything, every inch of your body was on fire. You needed to cum so badly to the point where it stung and throbbed. 

“T-Toji…” You gasped, running a hand through your hair only to grab onto the pillow behind you, “I’m… mm f-f… mmm fuck,” you looked up to the ceiling, feeling your body twitch and convulse below you. The best kind of orgasms were the kind where you couldn’t control your body, and you knew it was building to it. 

“Yeah, cum. Fucking… cum,” Toji moaned, feeling himself on the verge of cumming again just by seeing you so overstimulated. The tears coming from your eyes and the way you cried for an orgasm to happen made him so aroused it was insane. You two needed to have sex like this more often… he’d never felt such pleasure in his life before. Yeah, your sex life was good, but this was great. Seeing you so broken and seeing you fucked stupid was something he never knew he needed. 

Then it happened. You felt a weird sensation build and then release in between your legs, followed by such an intense pleasure you almost felt faint. It rushed through your core and into your brain, causing a momentary lapse in your system. You couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t move. Yet at the same time, you were gulping down air and grinding against your husband's throbbing cock. You came, squirting down his length and crying out in a way you never had before. And your water broke, seeping through your legs and releasing in a pleasurable way you’d never experienced before. It was a different kind of feeling. A huge release followed by an even bigger sensation building up inside of you. 

Toji came at the sight of you losing full control, and he whimpered at the sight of you squirting on him. The guys a bit stupid so he couldn’t tell if it was squirt or the water … either way, he was horny and happy. He thrust a few more times into your battered pussy as you came down from your loud high. He looked down at the mess you two had made on your freshly made white sheets, then he looked at you. 

“Do you … have the baby bag ready?” You mumbled, looking up at the ceiling with a hazy expression. Oh yeah, you were completely out of it. 

“Yeah, why?” Toji asked, pulling himself out of you and groaning at the pleasurable yet sensitive sensation. 

“T… Toji. My water just broke,” you glanced at him and blinked a few times. 

“Yeah I know,” he rolled his eyes before stopping, “Oh. Shit.”

[sigh-tofm]

if you’re a gym rat… (some 18+)

… price

- gets back into it. has always had a certain level of physique he’s had to keep up being in the army, but he isn’t the young sergeant he once was anymore. still, he usually jogs twice a week and lifts some weights when time allows.

- that is, until you start pulling him along. early morning leg sessions with the sunrise and lighthearted planking contests during the footie halftime. equally enjoys getting back into the workout game, spending time with you and getting to look at your body in the tight gym wear. especially loves the the soft pudge at the bottom of your stomach and the way all of you jiggle when you do burpees.

- showers with you after the fact. long, steamy showers in each other’s arms. no sex in there (you’re both sore and the floor is slippery), but it’s not necessary. you’re content with the hot water massaging your spent muscles and the feeling of your solid lover around you.

… kyle

- hypes you up. already spends more time in the gym than you do, so he knows every exercise and machine in and out. eagerly teaches you everything and anything you ask him about. never lets anyone else spot you, always does it himself. especially likes spotting your squats.

- follows your pace, whether that means exhausting himself for you or slowing down for you. will join you on hill sprints and long distance runs, but is thankful he gets to hold the stop watch and blow the whistle when you do beep tests.

- thinks the act of exercising together can be as intimate as sex itself. getting to observe and explore each other bodies, each other’s strengths and weaknesses. half of it is a mental game and not too unlike kink, he thinks, as you groan and contort your face while pushing your feet into to ground, tensing your muscles into the belt to help with the deadlift. he nods approvingly when you straighten your back and breath out at the top of the lift. ‘one more for me, baby.’

… johnny

- eggs you on. like kyle, always helps you go harder, faster, longer, but does it by way of teasing. ‘that all, then? come oan, ye had more in ye last night.’ always toes the line between encouraging and infuriating, but to his credit he also tricks you into lifting the bar one more time instead of putting it down.

- jogs become races and walks become dogwalks. johnny is restless even if you’re both coming straight from an intense hiit-session. if you’ve decided on a leisurely pace, johnny will run ahead and circle back, take detours to look at interesting buildings and natural features, and constantly weave left and right on the path ahead or behind you, like a border collie.

- does not mind the sweat after a session. will eat you out in the parking lot until the car windows fog up. eventually pulls your panties back up and pat your belly over them, only to drive back home and do it all over again in the shower.

… ghost

- never leaves you. you’d think he keeps up a pretty strict routine with that pure strength he possesses, but he will drop anything if you suggest going hiking or practice a specific form. nothing is too boring, basic or easy if he’s doing it with you. that includes yoga, where you are actually leagues ahead of him in balance and flexibility. the only thing he has going for him is his sniper’s patience.

- effortlessly lifts the bar up when spotting your bench presses and you hit failure. leans down over the bar to kiss your nose while you catch your breath. ‘look at tha’. i’ll take ten kilos off, let’s end this on a high note.’ won’t hear your protests about how that’s not how it’s done, and make you do another rep with less weight, to keep the muscle memory of perfect form.

- ends each session with you practicing grip, which is something you both need to work on, you’ll hang face to face on the power rack and simultaneously try not to laugh while also gripping the bar for as long as you can. having an excuse to look you dead in the eyes is simon’s favourite part of each session.

[thevirtualvalentine]

TAPE FIVE : PEEPING TOM !

Starring… YAMATO 📸

SET SCRIPT :

“Helloooooooooooooo! So im thinking voyeur yamato corrupting an afab reader would go really hard.”

MATURE WARNING(S) : fingering, roommates to more, afab!reader, modern au, corruption kink, dom!yama, cunnilings (he eats you clean 🐱), voyeurism, underwear stealing, slight size kink, praise (he’s obsessed w you), overly wordy author.

DIRECTORS CUT : for my favorite writing cohort @gingersp1ce547 <3 I hope it was worth the wait.

Trying to find a place to live these past few weeks was stressing you out to no end. Every place you visited had some sort of mold infestation or made you pay insane utility fees that you know you couldn’t keep up with. That is, unless you wanted three jobs. That’s when you met him, Yamato. Supposedly he’s some rich nepo baby who split the rent at a price with you that was perfect.

You couldn’t understand why people wouldn’t wanna take the deal until he explained not everyone’s comfortable living with a man or understanding his gender identity. Fine, so be it, you both would make great roommates. That’s what you told yourself.

The two bedroom modest apartment stationed your rooms right next to each other with a living room and kitchen down the hall. Regular apartment things like a leaky tub, paper thin walls, and a light that never seems to stop flickering in and out were staples of your new cozy home.

Then there was him, a giant and boisterous guy who filled your dingy shared space with laughter and high energy. It was common to find him dancing around or working out if he wasn’t busy. You couldn’t deny there was a level of boyish charm to him that you found endearing. He made you feel safe, something about his larger than life presence caused you to feel at home with him. Almost needed. A mutual bond and understanding between you both as time went on.

You could trust him, Yamato always asked before entering your space or borrowing your belongings. He liked that you relinquished so much of yourself to him. His adorable little roommate that struts around the apartment always in a hurry to do something.

You were too tense, at least that’s what he thinks. He’s always wanted to find some way to relax you, pulling you into his hold while you both practice yoga in the living room. “You’re pretty good at this y/n, ya sure you haven’t done this before?”

He gets up to help ease your hamstring, he’s so much bigger than you are. Not that you’re paying attention though, lost in the bliss of easing that aching pain you’ve had all week.

Yamatos mind can’t stop wandering to indecent places when he sees that his entire hand almost covers the length of your torso. The contortions of your face as your muscles begin to relax. Fuck, he wants to feel you throb and whine like that on his thick fing—

“Why are you staring at me like that?” Just as quickly as his eyes glazed over, his impure desires were back to normal; big cheesy grin outstretched on his sweet face.

“Nothin! Just tryna stretch you out.” Your body involuntary twitches at his choice of words, pushing yourself away from his hold to have some space to breathe. Of course he didn’t miss that. “Aw, did I embarrass you? Your face is heating up.”

You throw a punch at him before he catches it in his large hand, pinning it down next to your face with light force. Yamato leans down into the crook of your neck, “careful, you could hurt someone with one of those,” he patronizingly says following the long line of spit he left up the column of your neck. You shiver and god does it make him want to take you, but he won’t, and just like that he’s off of you. Toweling himself off like nothing had happened between you both.

You’re left a hot, sweaty, sticky, and absurdly horny mess. Stomping through the hallway with more than displeased footsteps, making your way to the shower to cool off.

He’s not much better himself though, pouting as the fat of your ass jiggles when you walk away. Yamato never expected to get this attached to you. The guy can’t even go a day without rummaging through your clothes to get a good whiff of you when you’re out on business. He feels himself clenching his thighs together, drawing his bottom lip between his teeth thinking of the time(s) he stole your underwear and gorged himself on the scent of you. Fingers playing with the entrance of his cunt thinking of how you’d scold him for being a pervert. It gets him so hot.

On his way to come apologize to you that night with promises of your favorite snacks with a corny movie to follow, he stops dead in his tracks hearing the whine creep from under your door. The sound of squelching hung in the air as you whimpered. Were you touching yourself?

Yamato shook his head of long white hair side to side in disbelief, collecting himself as he took a few steps back from the doorway. As good and pure his intentions with you were; there’s always that grotesque feeling within him, the one that wants to listen to you moan and writhe as you pleasure yourself so close to him. He presses his ear against the door as you heave out cry after cry for more.

He felt his own slick collecting in his briefs as his breath hitched during a particularly pathetic plea of yours, heart rate skyrocketing with each passing moment. He felt his morality crumble altogether when you let out a meek, “Ya—Yama please.”

So this is what you think about when you’re alone? Yamatos mind was racing, he couldn’t stop his hands from finding the doorknob, nor stop his feet from walking through the door that separated him from you.

Your back is arched, legs spread as your fingers deliriously curl within your warm walls. The sight forever imprinted in his mind, you’re perfect. The same urge from earlier compels his hands to find his nipples as he watches you, each roll sending electricity shooting through him. He sees your eyes crinkle in frustration while trying to get yourself off. “Ha- Yama I need more,” you say as your thighs clench around your wrist.

But he continues only to watch, wanting to savor every little plea that spills past your lips. How long will it be till you notice him? Beg him to help get you off? He can hear the blood rushing in his ears, rubbing his clit in tune with the fluidity of your wrist. Yamato never anticipated just how hot it was to watch someone like this, so vulnerable as the endorphins consume you; so much so that it blinds you of his presence in the room with you.

Your eyes flick open when you feel movement around the room, and there he is basked in the halo of your ambient lighting. More of an incubus than anything else, his eyes burn with desire as you cower under your sheets. “Wha- why are you watching me?” Although it was a question, it comes out rather declarative.

First he has to stop himself from drooling, your nipples still hard as they poke out from your thin white sheets. Of course the first thing he says is optimistic and arrogant. “Don’t beg for my help then,” he says while making the bed dip with his added weight.

“I did not beg—” he still looms closer, “what are you doing?” You pull the sheets taught as he ghosts his hands over the plush of your thighs.

“What does it look like? I’m helping you out since you asked for me.” It’s in the way the way he says it, self assured that he’s all you’ll need. Ultimately, your body can’t deny what it wants. Your arousal pooling between your legs in self defeat and embarrassment.

Yamato allows his palm to sit snug against the sheet that separates him from your warmth, digging the flat of his hand against your clit. “I can feel how wet you are through the sheet, you needed me this bad?” Your words die in your throat as you look at him dumbfounded, taking advantage of your disoriented state he strips the sheet off your body.

Your mouth is left gaping, he wastes no time taking as he wants. Licking and nipping the skin of your neck with sharp canines. The pad of his finger teases your entrance before it eases in with the help of your arousal. He smothers you in his lust, stroking that spot within you that always seemed out of reach.

It’s not soon that you’re mewling for another of his lithe digits to be knuckle deep inside you. “Patience sweetness, it’s my job to take care of you.” He’s so reassuring, sending a surge of warmth throughout your body that makes you melt like putty in his pretty hands. Sliding his ring finger inside next to his middle, he scissors you wide open.

“So wet from thinking about me, you hear that baby?” Listening to his voice centers you, drawing heed to the squelching noise of your throbbing cunt. Your legs lay flat apart as he pounds your pussy, bruising the entrance with speed alone.

You’re so close he can feel it, your inside pulsing and gripping his fingers like you don’t want them out of you. That’s when he rips them out, leaving you clenching on nothing. “Do you want to feel really good?” He asks while licking his fingers like a mutt in heat, enamored by the taste and scent of you.

He’s stripped you to the point you’d do anything for him. So, obediently you nod and mumble out a yes. “When you feel good, don’t hold back on me.” Yamato drags his thumb down your folds till he finds your clit, lightly circling the pad of his finger on top of it. He leaves feather like kisses on the insides of your thighs, sucking the skin as he gets closer to your heat.

His own cunt throbs hearing your airy sighs and breathy moans, licking your entrance to collect his due. “You taste even better than you smell,” he says against your lower lips, sliding his long tongue past the tight ring of muscle.

It feels like fucking heaven, his thumb rhythmically rolling your bud as his tongue devours your insides. All you can do is allow your pleasure to wreak havoc against your vocal cords as you lose yourself to his touch. “Bet you could never make yourself feel this good, huh?” It’s condescending but it’s pussy clenching, and you best be sure he felt it against his wet tongue.

“Only you Yama, please don’t stop,” you’d do anything to forever feel like this. So small within his warm hands that bring you a burning feeling in your lower gut. He tongues your clit, applying heavy pressure while opting to curl two fingers against your g-spot. You can see the sheen of spit and slick against his face while he makes out with your pussy. It’s downright depraved how he consumes you with his hands and mouth alone.

He finally gets what he wants, watching you clench and throb around his fingers in a hot sweat while your orgasm licks at you. Yamato thrums the pads against your insides flicking his tongue against your swollen bud. “Give it to me baby, let me know how good you feel,” and that’s all it took. His soothing voice coaxing you to your climax. It hit you like a bag of bricks, making you twitch against him as you ride it out.

A string of curses leave you as the pressure in your cunt dissipates. You cling onto his wrist to stop the overstimulation consuming you, but he can still feel the way your walls hammer against him. “So pretty when you cum.” It’s small but it’s enough to bring you back, reaching out for him to take care of you like he always does. This time with the added intimacy.

“You should let me watch you more often,” he says softly while holding you against his chest. The fact you allowed him to see you like this was astounding, therefore he would hold you for as long as you needed. Aftercare was no problem to him.

“You are such a damn vouyer,” you joke as you snuggle deeper into his chest. Yamato laughs a little at the joke, but he couldn’t help feeling it may just have been true.

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Midnight Maintenance

Third expansion of Older CIA Alex list.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

MDNI | 18+ | Please check AO3 for tags

"How is this not an emergency?" You ask your landlord as you stare at the thermostat on the wall. The temperature is reading almost eighty seven degrees. You fruitlessly turn the dial down to its lowest setting and hear the unit attempt to fire up before a loud rattling bang erupts from the utility closet and silence.

The landlord on the other end of the line, who is obviously annoyed with your third call that evening, rattles off something about state code ordinances. That an AC unit being out when it's below a certain temperature outside isn't considered an emergency. That he wasn't going to come out there at twelve in the morning and he certainly wasn't going to pay for an after hours service call from a company.

You open your mouth to protest even more, but he abruptly hangs up, and you snarl in frustration. The only other person you could call is your father, but he's out of town for work. This feels like its own brand of torture; you aren't made for heat. Sweating is your least favorite activity, and it is usually why you avoid any and all outdoor activities when it is above seventy degrees. A friend had tried to drag you to hot yoga once, and you had told them the only way you wanted to be sweating while being contorted into different positions was in bed.

Sweat is trickling down your spine and you can feel it on your hairline as you look pathetically around your apartment. Even with all the windows thrown open and the two fans you have blowing right on you it's not nearly enough. The air outside is a stagnant, muggy heat, not a breeze to be had, and as you debate just taking another icy shower, your phone buzzes.

Any luck? No. He's useless. Pretty sure he's thinking of excuses to evict me after all the calls. Can you go stay at your dad's place? I know he's traveling. I have work tomorrow, can't catch the train from there...it's fine I'll just sleep on the kitchen floor or something.

After no more responses, you tuck your phone back into your tank top, carefully slipping it under the strap. You skipped pulling on shorts and opted for just underwear for the time being. You had been joking about sleeping in the kitchen, but the tiles were looking more and more welcoming. You stare at the floor for a bit, arms held out as you let the breeze from the fan wash over you when your phone buzzes again.

Let me take a shot at it. No! It's okay, honestly. I shouldn't have kept you up with this. I'll survive, there are worse things that could happen...not sure what at the moment, but I'll be fine. I won't melt. Sleeping on your kitchen floor is not a solution. I'll be there in a few. Worst thing I can do is break it more. You really don't have too. I'm already in the truck.

Tossing your phone onto your couch, you quickly dart to your bedroom to put on something a little more presentable. It's too hot for anything too formal, so a pair of well-worn gym shorts it is. Your tank has a built-in bra, and while it's laughable for any type of proper support, it's good enough. You fix your askew hair in the mirror and attempt to wipe away the sweat shining on your skin with a cool washcloth when he pulls up.

You hear the truck pull in through the open windows and patio door, and poke your head out to wave at him. Even at one in the morning, the heat was oppressive outside. Because why wouldn't it be a heatwave when your AC died? You get to your door first and unlock and open it, waiting for Alex, and as he rounds the last flight of stairs, you grin at him.

"You really didn't have to do this," you state as he gets closer and you step aside to let him walk in. "I would have been perfectly fine with my pillow on the tile and my two fans."

"I wasn't going to sleep knowing you were stuck in this," Alex answers with a grin. He has the same toolkit in his hand that he had when he helped you move in. "Shit, it's worse than you said," he tacks on as the wave of heat hits him as he looks around your apartment, eyes settling on the thermostat. Eighty-nine degrees.

"What I wouldn't give for the frozen art gallery right about now," you tease, letting your eyes rake over him. He's not in a cut-off tank like last time. Unfortunate. But the t-shirt he's donned is maybe a size too small, hugging his arms and chest in all the right places, and you grin to yourself as you bypass him to the hallway.

"Good luck," you mutter as you open the closet door and point toward the unit that is squeezed into the space. "Hitting it hasn't been the solution so far," you tack on as you slip aside, letting him set his bag on the ground and flash a light into the dark closet.

"Slapping usually doesn't do the trick to start something up," Alex answers, glancing over his shoulder, a small raise on his lips. "Well, mechanical anyway." His gaze doesn't linger long enough to see your eyes widen before you abruptly twist on your feet to go occupy yourself with something else. Anything else.

You find yourself in the kitchen, hands keeping busy picking up the mess of your dinner...s from the past few days. Living alone had its advantages, such as not having to do the dishes right away or needing to put away that jar of peanut butter that you liked to snack on. But the same advantage was a disadvantage later when you had unplanned company.

Alex keeps working on the unit, the whine of a drill meeting your ears as you peer around at him. He's half in the closet now and a metal panel is leaned up against your hallway wall. Drying your hands on a towel, you wander over and stand near his legs, where he's on his back on the ground, soundly wedged in the tight space.

"Any idea what it is?" You ask as he cranes his head up to look at you, the flashlight in between his teeth. Even in that position, you see the feline smirk that quirks his face that much more. Notice how his eyes trace up your body over all the exposed skin before getting to your face.

"Few burnt-out wires and an overloaded circuit," Alex answers as he pries the flashlight from his lips. "Just putting a band aid fix on it until someone can come out and replace the parts," he explains before he leans back to get back to work. "Should be done here shortly."

And sure enough, when he sits up and flips the power back to it on the breaker, the unit starts. It grinds and whines but as you pass by a kitchen vent you feel cool air. It's not nearly cold enough, but at least not warm. You pause and bend over to put your hand over the vent before twisting to grin at Alex who's looking at you for a verdict.

"Cold," you say with a wide smile and stand up.

"Perfect," Alex answers, though you aren't sure if it's a compliment on his own work or the view you had just given him. "I'm going to hang around a bit, make sure it stays running," he states, "it's going to try and catch up, and I don't want it to burn itself out again."

"Oh, yeah, sure," you say, nodding a bit. "You don't have to, you've done more than enough."

"I'm already here, it's not a big deal," he answers as he steps around you to the kitchen sink to wash his hands off.

"Well, can I get you anything? I've got some," you pause and open the fridge to take a peek inside. "Pizza, beer, a very questionable container of chicken marsala from last week...and three eggs." You grin standing up to look at him as he dries his hands off with a kitchen towel he found.

"I'll take the pizza," he replies, tucking the towel back on the hook behind the cabinet door. "And a beer."

"Deal, go sit," you say with a shooing motion. “Find something to watch. I was watching Dateline, but you can pick whatever you want. I already missed the end of the last episode."

Juggling the plate with a few slices of warmed up pizza and two beers, you find Alex lounged on the right side of the couch. His legs are extended out in front of him and he's watching the murder mystery with intrigue. When he spots you though, he sits up and helps you set everything on the coffee table before you both settle in.

"It's always the husband," you state about halfway through as you toss your half eaten crust of your last piece onto the plate. "He even looks like a creep."

"Not always," Alex answers as he sips his beer, fingers twiddling the bottle a bit. "And it's not him this time."

You hesitate, then slide your eyes over to him as it cuts to a commercial. "I watch these all the time to go to sleep. They have focused on him enough to tell me it's him. I know how the show works."

"You may know the show, but it's definitely not him," Alex replies smirking.

"Are you challenging my True Crime savvy?" you ask, quirking an eyebrow. "Just because you do," you gesture vaguely, "whatever it is you do...doesn't mean you know everything." You pause, "unless you know this case already, which isn't fair."

"I promise I do not know it," Alex answers. "But I do know who the killer is."

"Fine. Who is it then?" You ask, shifting to face him better and stretching your legs out on the couch between the two of you. Your knees have begun to ache, having them curled under you, and the sweat behind them has grown uncomfortable.

"The neighbor," Alex states simply as his eyes dart to your feet, which are less than an inch from his leg. "This was definitely a woman who did it." He then proceeds to explain everything that led him to that conclusion. From the way the woman acted on the 911 call after 'finding' the dead wife in the garage to how she inserted herself into the investigation and constantly lingered around the home to help the husband.

You huff, not wanting to believe him even though it all makes sense and turn your attention back to the television. And sure enough, the story has a twist, and the neighbor and husband were having an affair, and she took it too far in her obsession.

Alex is gracious with his win, not rubbing it in your face, but at the small pout you give him he sighs.

"Beginners luck?" He offers before laughing at your eye roll. He gently grabs one of your feet and gives it a little shake as you continue to playfully puff out your bottom lip and pointedly not look at him. "See if you can beat me on round two," he states as the opening jingle starts.

His hand doesn't leave your foot as you both lock into the opening sequence. Unconsciously you shift toward him a bit as his thumb gently traces up the arch of your foot before you twitch. You're ticklish, but his hand keeps you immobile as he traces his thumb back down with a bit more pressure that makes you bite the inside of your cheek. It feels nice. Your job kept you on your feet almost all day, in heels, and there were days when you got home and barely made it to the couch, limping the whole way.

"First commercial break guess?" Alex asks as he rubs his thumb into the ball of your foot, pointedly not acknowledging what he is doing.

"You'll steal my answer if I tell you," you reply, to which he lightly pinches the soft spot in your arch making you jolt. "Fine," you laugh a bit, "a client of his."

"Not bad," Alex answers as he grabs for your other foot and pulls you a bit toward him. You scoot without question and lightly set your feet on the side his leg. "But I think it's the coworker."

As the show wears on, you find you aren't paying as much attention to it as you feign. Your focus is on his hands, on how they expertly rub out the aches in your feet, that one broad palm is enough to engulf your foot in his grip, and how his fingertips skirt up past your ankle to trace your calf a bit.

But you aren't able to hide your distraction for long as he switches to using both hands on one foot, a small groan escaping your lips. You can feel the heat rush up your chest and face at the noise, and you snap your eyes to Alex, who has given you his full attention.

"That sore?" He inquires, his tone perfectly casual though you can feel him shift a bit.

"I need to go get a pedicure just so they'll massage my feet," you confess as he works on the heel of one foot, causing you to shut your eyes. It hurts but then the relaxation after the pressure is heavenly. "Or just go get a massage in general."

"Lean back," Alex says as the show returns from break. "See if I can work some of it out for you," he smirks as you shift.

Is it crossing a line? Sure. Maybe. No? You don't know. He's a friend, right? Friends help friends. Maybe not at one in the morning, and probably not massaging out soreness unless that was their job. But...there could be worse things. You could be thanking him in a much different way that makes you squirm a bit at just the thought. This was innocent. Friendly.

However, this whole interaction would never be brought up around your father, who was already weird about you and Alex talking.

"Goddamn it," you mutter as you roll your head to stare at the ceiling when the show reveals the killer was the coworker. Alex had finished massaging your feet a bit ago, though they still rested in his lap, heels sitting right atop the center of his legs. His palms rest on your shins, thumb brushing back and forth idly every few seconds. "It's not fun when you lose."

"It's my job to be observent," Alex reminds you with a grin as he shifts in his seat. It's subtle, but because you are laser focused on just where your feet sit, you feel it. Feel him. Fuck, if that's him soft...You swallow and force yourself to focus and not give away what you just felt, and continue to feel, under your heel.

"Care for one more?" You ask though you don't really care about the show now. Too busy letting your mind wander to not so innocent things.

"You have work in the morning, trouble," Alex answers as you cut your eyes to the television as the credits roll. He doesn't let go of you though, fingertips wandering high enough to tickle the back of your knee before following the indent of your calf muscle back to your ankle. "I think you'll be able to sleep in your bed tonight instead of on the kitchen floor as well."

He was right. While the apartment wasn't the cold you preferred, it was at least comfortable with a fan so you could get some sleep. And you were tired, the massaging of your feet and legs relaxing you as you lay on the couch. But you also didn't want him to leave yet, either. It was nice having company, having someone around to talk to and spend time with. And also look at...and perhaps flirt with here and there.

Then a yawn betrays you and he gives you a pointed look, eyes darting to the clock reflecting it was almost three.

"Fine, Dad," you taunt with an eye roll, dragging your legs off his lap, feeling him one more time before sitting up. "I'll go to bed."

"Good girl," he mocks back.

Those words from his lips send a shiver down your spine that certainly has nothing to do with the temperature in the room. It was still seventy eight degrees in the apartment. He notices, eyes flaring a bit and lips curving up in the corners for a fraction of a second.

Definitely crossing into not friendly territory.

"Thanks again for coming," you reply as you walk him to the door, turning your head to yawn again. "I'll text you if I have any more issues," you tack on, heading him off before he tries to insist again that you call him anytime if you need him.

Leaning against the window to see him to his truck, you give him one more wave before dragging your fans to your bedroom for bed.

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"Fuck, fuck," Alex groans as he sits in his bed in the dark, the glow of the phone the only thing illuminating his room.

He had barely made it home. By the time he got to his truck he had been painfully fucking hard. Mind consumed with everything about you.

About the barely there gym shorts that gave him flashes of your dark blue undergarments when you bent over or shifted your legs on the couch. The thin tank top that did nothing to keep your chest restrained, allowing your breasts to shift with each step you took and to slide up as you laid back on the couch so he could see the curved tops by your collarbone.

Then all that skin of your feet and legs on display for him to look at. To freely touch.

"Fuck," he groans again. One hand works over his hard and leaking cock as he zooms in on a video clip of you with your feet in his lap with the other. The way you squirm as you watch him makes him laugh a bit under his increasingly strained panting.

Alex had known exactly what he was doing and how it was affecting you. Had purposely pushed the envelope to let you rest your feet over him, though it had taken all his willpower to not rut his hips against your feet.

The show had been the furthest thing from his mind, only watching long enough to get his answer before all of his focus was on you. How you bit your lip when you thought he didn't see and squeezed your thighs together as you pushed your heels down a bit to feel him more, thinking you were being coy.

He doesn't need the visual anymore.

He slides the video to the live feed of your dark living room, sets his phone down, and closes his eyes. He has enough in his mind's eye that just a few more strokes and he'd be able to finish.

As he arches his hips up and moans loudly with a slew of curses, not caring about the mess he makes all over his stomach, Alex swears he hears a soft little moan come from his phone.

From you in your bedroom easing your own tension.

[ellaenchanting]

50 Days of Fetishes Day 29: Amnesia Play

I initially wrote a string of angsty tweets about this topic that Twitter thankfully erased- which is good because now this post is much more about hotness and desire than pointless angst.

Amnesia as an idea is really hot to me on a few levels. There's a kinky joy of knowing someone has enough control of your thoughts that they can erase them, even temporarily. Especially since your memory makes up such a big part of your identity, being that moldable hits on nice submissive buttons. There's the intimacy/trust fall factor of giving that power to someone safe and enjoying that they'll catch you. There's the potential surprise party/magic trick experience of having someone plan something to thoughtfully amaze or surprise you. There's the convincer bit of having evidence that you were 100%, undoubtedly hypnotized and responding to someone's suggestions instead of"playing along".

In my fantasies about amnesia, it happens effortlessly - without all the big mental contortions it's always seemed to require irl. (I'm pretty bad at amnesia as a subject-it feels like I'm trying to twist into a yoga position I can't possibly hold). Fantasy amnesia feels like a bit of magic- true mind control. Fantasy topping amnesia would also feel effortless and not like a leaning tower that's about to topple because I'm secretly The Worst Hypnotist. (I've had some more success there as a hypnotist than as a subject but - it always feels wavery to me and I have a hard time trusting in others' experiences - maybe because I have such difficulties w/it as a subject. It feels hard.)

AMA- I have tons of thoughts about amnesia. Help me clarify my swirl of thoughts about it.

AMNESIA RECS:

Mine:

I recorded this file a while ago where I'm throwing a bunch of techniques at the wall. https://m.soundcloud.com/ella-enchanting/experimental-amnesia-fractionation-file

I've written a bunch of amnesia stories. Here's a hot one and a sweet one. There's a bunch of others of mine under the ROM amnesia tag.

Others:

@wellgnawed made this amazing classic Amnesia file-

@tennfan2 has a nice amnesia fantasy file here

There are so many amazing amnesia fics out there. One of the best is this consensual kinky one by @jukeboxemcsa

Finally, I've gotten a lot of invaluable amnesia techniques and advice from Hypnotic Amnesia by @theleeallure and @hypno-sandwich here

Please send me your amnesia story, scene log, or file recs. It's one of my favorite tropes and I'm always curious about more!

[coloradopeakrpgx]

Underestimate me, that’ll be fun.

Resident Sage Carter came to the neighborhood of West Highland about six months ago. She’s currently 30 years old and was born in New Orleans, Luisiana. She makes a living by working as an actress and singer with Bold Talent Agency. Her neighbors often compare her to Dove Cameron, but she doesn’t see it.

ABOUT THEM.

Sage was born on June 3, making her a Gemini, according to the chart.

She’s been described as inquisitive, flirtatious, and creative. She’s also been noted to be anxious, impulsive, and indecisive.

Her dream growing up was to be a ballet dancer.

Sage is double jointed. She can contort her body in all different ways, something she’s done ever since she was young.

Sage is a twin. She’s the oldest twin by a whopping five minutes. Something she never lets her sister forget.

Two of their favorite ways to relax are by drinking a glass of red wine, some Mary Jane and a good book. She also loves to do hot yoga and listen to music. 

Two bad habits she has are that she never shuts the kitchen cabinets, and she has a terrible habit of never folding her laundry.

She can be found on all social media by the handle @moonchildx

A RUMOR FLOATING AROUND ABOUT THEM IS….

She was the reason her husband died in the car crash.

THE TRUTH WILL SET YOU FREE.

There’s no truth to that rumor. Yes, Sage was driving but the car that crashed into them was being driven by a drunk driver.

[coloradopeakxrpg]

Underestimate me, that’ll be fun.

Resident Sage Callaway came to the neighborhood of West Highland about six months ago. She's currently 32 years old and was born in Nashville, Tennesse. She makes a living by owning and dancing The Kitten Crawl, a strip club. Her neighbors often compare her to Dove Cameron, but she doesn't see it.

ABOUT THEM.

Sage was born on June 3, making her a Gemini, according to the chart.

She's been described as inquisitive, flirtatious, and creative. She's also been noted to be anxious, impulsive, and indecisive.

Her dream growing up was to be a pediatrician.

Sage is double jointed. She can contort her body in all different ways, something she’s done ever since she was young.

Sage is a twin. She’s the oldest twin by a whopping five minutes. Something she never lets her sister forget.

Two of their favorite ways to relax are by drinking a glass of red wine, some Mary Jane and a good book. She also loves to do hot yoga and listen to music. 

Two bad habits she has are that she never shuts the kitchen cabinets, and she has a terrible habit of never folding her laundry.

She can be found on all social media by the handle @moonchildx

A RUMOR FLOATING AROUND ABOUT THEM IS....

She’s having an affair with another dancer from the strip club. 

THE TRUTH WILL SET YOU FREE.

There is no truth to it. The two girls are just very close - more so in a sisterly way rather than a sexual way.

[ecposhgirl]

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How Can I Extend the Duration of Botox Effects? 7 Amazing Tricks to Try

Everyone wishes to put their best self forward for Valentine's Day, which is just a month from now. Other than marvelous outfits and embellishments, ladies particularly investigate every possibility to dispose of the kinks. Be that as it may, tragically, no measure of cosmetics can conceal those annoying lines around the mouth and eyes. For such a case, Botox appears to be a feasible choice. It guarantees a smooth face in two weeks or less.

Presently in the event that a lady has previously embraced Botox, she will most presumably need the impacts to endure longer. Burning through a colossal measure of cash for a day is inside and out silly. Indeed, execute the underneath referenced supportive tips at this moment.

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Hot yoga, sauna, exhausting exercise meetings, and serious facial back rubs can make the drug relocate to bothersome region of the face. This contorts the ultimate result by and large. Tests led by a plastic specialist Fairfax, and in other noted areas, showed that Botox, if moves, bring about facial loss of motion.

Barely any patients, who are proficient competitors, conceded that the impacts of Botox on their skin stay for an extremely brief period. They should wear a sunglass and a baseball cap to basically not scrunch up their face.

2. Avoid Sun and Sunbeds

Openness to the sun for a delayed period causes untimely kinks. Botox doesn't work for them as they are not related with basic muscles. While branching out during the day, try to apply significant measures of sunscreen on the face and neck. Fake tanning beds are likewise totally forbidden.

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Along these lines, here is one more motivation to scale back this lethal propensity. Smoking cigarettes ages the skin and abbreviates the existence of Botox generally. It additionally expands the possibilities dying.

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Patients who saturate constantly, and drink a lot of water raises the water-retention impacts of Botox. This lets the treated regions to stay stout and liberated from wrinkles. Presently isn't excessively astonishing?

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A few examinations have demonstrated that Botox impacts are straightforwardly connected to the zinc levels in one's body. People, whenever determined to have zinc inadequacy, should consume a zinc supplement everyday. Counseling a specialist ahead of time is compulsory. This guarantees they are not oversensitive to zinc.

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[elxctrics]

the comfortable life the two had settled into had become nothing short of the biggest game of pretend persephone had ever played in her life. they had spent the past eleven years building this world that just consisted of them and their kids, this closed off little bubble that no one could dare to break into, not again. and there were plenty of times over the years when they were on family vacations or simply having a movie not on the couch, that she'd pretend that none of the pain ever came their way, that they were just a normal happy family that had it all. and she continued to do so to this day. his challenge only causes a raise of her brows. "just because you're bigger than me doesn't mean you're stronger than me. i'd like to see you survive a single one of my hot yoga classes that i do. they keep the room at ninety degrees and have us contorting in all these crazy different ways. you'd be in god damn tears and you know it." she said with a grin, the competitive nature between the two something they've had since they were kids. before she knows it, he's manuvering her off of his shoulders and into his arms, being thrown onto the bed as she landed on her back, propping herself up on her elbows as she looked up at him with a pout of her lips, trying her best to hide the slight pink tint to her cheeks that was all due to the fact that she found how easy he was able to toss her around incredibly hot. "next time i won't have bootleg prince charming walking up in here thinking he can save the day and i'll take care of it myself." she said, sticking her tongue out at him before she got up off the bed, making her way up to the ladder that led into the attic as she began climbing. "my kitchen sink pipes are whistling, so i just need to get my tool kit to tighten them up." she said, stopping halfway up as she looked down at him for a moment. "not that you would know anything about handy work, princess." she said, teasing grin spreading across her features as she continued climbing up into the attic, looking around the space for the tool kit in question.

there  was  a  certain  solace  and  ache  that  came  from  moments  like  these  .  a  perfect  contrast  upon  their  relation  .    there  was  solace  in  the  pillar  of  unwavering  support  they  built  for  their  family  ,  unique  in  its  own  way  ,  despite  everything  they  had  to  endure  .  nevertheless  ,  there  was  an  ache  in  his  heart  knowing  no  one  else  was  able  to  understand  the  person  behind  the  facade  .  how  his  heart  races  under  his  ribcage  at  the  sound  of  her  laughter  lighting  up  even  the  darkest  corners  of  his  or    how  her  eyes  hold  a  universe  of  secrets  and  yet  ,  she  is  kind  .  it  was  a  cruel  faith  .  "  –––– you  and  me  ,  out  side  ,  let's  see  who  can  lift  more  .  "  the  lack  of  hilarity  in  his  tone  doesn't  dismiss  the  jest  behind  it  .  although  ,  he  was  sure  of  his  ability  to  not  let  her  take  this  one  home  .  "  i'm  lifting  you  right  now  and  that  says  a  lot  .  "  of  course  ,  words  are  spoken  and  actor  is  quick  to  swipe  her  down  to  his  arms  with  ease  ,  to  then  throw  her  in  the  bed  (  not  so  careful  )  before  he  can  suffer  the  relation  from  it  .  "  next  time  ,  i'll  let  you  fall  on  your  ass  .  "  the  smile  on  his  lips  grows  a  tad  ,  hand  running  through  his  dark  curls  to  fix  them  in  place  .  "  why  do  you  need  to  go  up  there  anyway  ?  "

[eldritch-spouse]

Y/N doing yoga and gets into “provocative” poses and Breg gets it wrong as usual and it’s happens

This is especially hilarious to me for one main reason.

I recall detailing on a couple of posts that one of the breeder courting displays involves showing off flexibility, and this implies either stretching oneself to their full height or contorting the body in near painful-looking poses. In fact, Breg will begin stretching a lot around you at some point, and you're not likely to understand the meaning of these repeated actions until they're explained to your face.

Regardless, the only reason Breg would find yoga "provocative" is if he interpreted this as you trying to show off for him. To return the gesture, so to say, which subsequently means you accept his offer of matehood. And that just sends all sorts of signals to his overly-excited cumbrain, as you can imagine.

Let's say this takes place while you're roommates, yes? Well, if you do yoga in the living room, it wouldn't be too odd for Breg to stumble on it at some point, right? What is definitely odd is the way he's panting heavily at the sight of you pulling a "standing backbend", or a simple "cobra pose".

You don't care to wonder about what's gotten him so agitated, what has Breg covering the massive, drooling grin on his face. Your yoga outfit is not particularly revealing and he's caught glimpses of you in nothing but underwear. He looks like a schoolgirl who just got confessed to and it makes no sense!

Perhaps your biggest mistake was ignoring your creepy roommate, thinking he's just going to peep like the shameless monster he is. Taking his affection as a sign that Breg can't be dangerous to you.

Reality comes crashing down when you perform a half standing fold and a shadow casts over you, large hands on either one of your hips. You get to see pale legs frame yours as two heavy weights rest on your clothed ass and a gust of hot air reaches your ear.

" I'm so glad you feel the same way, angel! "

Start praying.

[hollandsmushroom]

Tom helping reader stretch and he has a major crush on her so he gets turned on when he sees how flexible she is

Stretch It Out || T.H.

Warnings: cheekish and allusions to sex

Word Count: 349

“Hey Tommy?” you called out through the expanse of your large house, your back on a yoga mat as you laid in your home gym, legs in the air and entirely unsatisfied with the intensity of the stretch you were getting.

“Yes love?” Tom inquired as he turned the corner, his eyes focused on his phone and unaware of his smoking hot partner sprawled out on the floor before him.

“Would you mind helping me?” you whined, your fingers intertwined behind your thigh as you tried to pull it towards your chest and stretch out your hamstring but finding the pull unsatisfactory. Your words brought Tom’s eyes from where they had been glued to his phone, his gaze landing on your perfectly angled body, the position something reminiscent of one he would put you in during sex. He couldn’t help the way that his eyes widened and his throat dried out, all the blood in his body leaving his head and rushing to his cock as he stood there staring at you. “Um, Tommy?” you tried again, peaking at him from around your leg and breaking him out of his lust filled haze.

“Oh, yes um, of course I can!” Tom assured, stuffing his phone in his back pocket as he admired you, the way that your sweat pants curved around your ass as you pulled on your leg. His hands found your ankle, pushing back against the resistance of your taught muscle and trying not to cum in his pants as he watches how your face contorts at the pleasure of the stretch, a soft sigh escaping your lips as he pulses the pressure on your leg, progressively pushing back farther. Your noises were getting louder the deeper that he stretched and Tom found himself wearing thin.

“I can’t fucking do this” he groaned, dropping to his knees between your spread legs and leaning to devour your lips in a kiss, quieting any potential queries that you had as he covered your lips with his own, the explanation to his neediness poking you right below your belly button

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[ohbuckie]

could you do prompt 25 fine the list you reblogged with either sam or bucky😗😗

warnings: smut, alcohol

wc: 1223

Zemo knocks back another shot of a drink you can’t remember the name of and nearly falls off of his chair as he straightens his head, giggling childishly and letting the glass clink against the wood of the table when he sets it down.

“I’m just saying, I think it’s...abornormal to find time for sexual intercourse while you’re so serious about ‘saving the world.’” He uses air-quotes when he says the last part, and you can tell it pisses Bucky off.

Bucky huffs and leans back in his chair, squeezing your thigh, just near your knee. “Sexual intercourse.” He mumbles and chuckles to himself. “I don’t see how my—our—sex life is anybody else’s business.”

“If it wasn’t our business then we wouldn’t have to hear it through the walls.” Sam chimes in.

You snicker and wish that either of you had a defense, but you don’t. There’s no excuse, unless he wants to hear about how good Bucky is in bed.

“Okay, fine, how long has it been since you guys have gotten laid?”

“I think I’ll plead the fifth, actually.” Sam sips from his glass, something with an orange slice and an excessive amount of blue food-coloring.

“I was in prison.” Zemo raises his hands in surrender before gesturing over a waitress and ordering another drink.

“I think I’d explode if I went more than a week without having sex. It’s just not realistic—how else are you supposed to relieve stress?”

“Yoga.” Sam suggests with a mischievous smile.

Bucky scoffs. “Yeah, not gonna happen.”

Zemo takes a gulp from his drink and holds up his finger to capture everyone’s attention, begging for allowance to interject, but he doesn’t wait for it. “You know, she’s all candy and lollipops, but I bet behind closed doors Y/N’s handcuffs and ball-gags.”

Bucky jerks his arm and slams it on the table, clenching his jaw, but you grab his hand and shake your head when he looks at you. “That’s–”

“It’s fine, Buck. He didn’t mean anything by it.” Zemo shrugs. “It’s late, I think everyone’s had a little too much to drink. Let’s just go home.” You say to Bucky, and stand from your chair after he nods, holding his hand out to keep you close to him in the crowded establishment.

You hear Sam say something to Zemo—probably about how that was a dick move, making you and Bucky uncomfortable enough to leave—and you follow Bucky out the door and into a cab. His hands are all over you once you sit in the cloth seat, covered in mysterious stains—something to remind you of home in New York. He presses his lips against your neck surprisingly chastely, and he holds you close to him with his hands on your waist and lower back. “I’m sorry he said that, sweetheart. You don’t deserve to be treated like that.”

“It’s okay.” It’s not okay. You push some of his hair back and feel it between your fingers. “Thanks for sticking up for me.”

“Of course.” He kisses you gently and rests his head on your shoulder.

By the time the driver pulls up in front of where you’ve been staying with Sam and Zemo, the kisses to your neck are no longer innocent, and you’re having a hard time restraining yourself from shoving your tongue down Bucky’s throat in the back of this car. He pays and stays close behind you while you fumble with your keys beside the door, becoming giddy when he presses himself against your backside, letting his hands wander from your waist to your chest.

When you get in and close the door, he follows you to the bedroom you’ve been sharing and pulls off his shirt, sitting on the bed and waiting for you to come to him. You do, sitting with your legs across his lap and holding his face in your hands to kiss him. He wraps his arms around you to keep you from falling backwards, and uses the opportunity to find the clasp of your bra and unhook it.

You reach your arms above your head and let him pull your shirt off, and you shrug off the bra right with it. He flips you so that you’re underneath him and he can kiss down your neck and chest, sucking faint marks and nibbling gently. You arch your back and feel him smile against you before reaching to undo the button of your pants.

“Do you think we have sex too much?” You wonder, lifting your hips so he can remove your pants.

“There’s no such thing as too much sex, Zemo just hasn’t gotten any in five years.” He answers.

It takes all of two more minutes for Bucky to push himself into you. You gasp, because no matter how many times he does it, it will always feel like the first time you ever did this together. “Fuck.” You curse, and he starts to move.

He holds your hips tightly and thrusts expertly, watching how your face contorts while you try to stay quiet. He bottoms out every time, and when he picks up his pace you can hear his skin slapping against yours obscenely. It’s disgusting, but it’s hot, and you put your hands on his shoulders, encouraging him to lean down so you can kiss him. You wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, letting his tongue slip into your mouth while he kisses you.

He fucks you hard enough for your head to hit to bump the headboard, but he doesn’t care, he’s much too focused on getting you off. You can feel him in your stomach, and you can’t help but let a moan rip through your chest.

His movements are so habitual, but still so precise. Bucky insists he wasn’t the womanizer that you think he was before the war, but you can’t believe him when it’s so obvious he’s had loads of practice. You rake your fingers down his back—hardly avoiding breaking skin—and feel the muscles that reside between his shoulder blades. He moans softly into your mouth when you clench around him, and it triggers an all-too-familiar feeling at the bottom of your stomach.

“Bucky, I’m gonna cum.” You whine.

“Already?”

“You’re not exactly taking your time.”

His thumb brushes against your clit, rubbing circles into it to help you get closer to your release. It’s premature, but he���s the only one to blame. You moan loudly, squeezing your eyes shut and letting your legs tremble while you cum.

He pulls out of you when you’re done, taking his cock in his hand and stroking it over your stomach. You shoo his hand away, using your own—twisting your wrist, swiping your thumb over the tip, squeezing at the base—until warm ropes of cum cover your stomach. His abs tighten and you can hear his breathing become labored while he cums and watches it fall over you. “Fuck, you’re so hot.”

You smile and dip your finger in the cum you’re painted in, sucking it from the tip of your finger before accepting the kiss that he presses to your lips. You hear the front door open and then close again, and then the familiar voices of your friend, Sam, and his drunk, Russian hostage.

“Now we do that again, but louder.”