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[nataliasense]

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.

[spicycinnabun]

part 4 of yogi verse ❀ rated: t for buck's thirsty thoughts ❀ pair: buck/tommy ❀ tags: au, yoga!instructor tommy

Buck was distracted. 

Not so distracted that he couldn’t focus on his job, but between calls, he was enough of a space case that Eddie had to snap his fingers in front of Buck’s face when he zoned out for the fifth time during dinner, missing a question Hen had asked him.

And the source of that distraction?

Yoga class.

Buck could say it was because of his newfound passion for health and wellness, but that wouldn’t be the whole truth. 

It had been a few days, and his leg was back to its usual eighty-five percent functionality. He was still embarrassed by his behavior. His attention-seeking problem was once again so bad that he’d made a complete ass of himself. Tommy had been way too kind to him, among other confusing things, and…

Well, Buck couldn’t stop thinking about that, either. Couldn’t stop thinking about him.

Naturally, he did some investigating to alleviate his curiosity—some light digging, not a deep dive. He wasn’t going to be a creep and look up Tommy’s socials, but the yoga studio had an Instagram. There were pictures, instructional reels, advertisements and coupon codes. 

Buck consumed them all like a man possessed. He only stopped when he accidentally liked one of the reels of Tommy demonstrating an advanced routine with another instructor. They were doing something called Acro Yoga.

Buck watched it too many times because it was just so damn impressive, especially for a guy Tommy’s size to be able to contort his body like that. Also, the strength it must have taken to be able to hold his partner up in that position and flip her around so effortlessly. Holy shit. Buck was almost as big as Tommy. It wasn’t realistic or probably possible, but Buck’s stomach was jumping, swooping as he pictured himself in her place, Tommy holding him up and—

Yeah! Okay. 

He sort of wanted to die of mortification because would Tommy know he had liked that post? Did Tommy have access to the studio’s account? 

God, he probably did. He most definitely did.

Buck considered frantically deleting his Insta, but not only would that look suspicious as hell to everyone in his life, he didn’t want to lose all his content. He quickly liked a bunch of the posts that didn’t have Tommy in them to try and cover his tracks before he swiped out of the app and went to a safer place: the studio’s website. 

He combed through that, too. Read the small blurbs about all the instructors. The blurbs themselves were disappointingly generic, offering nothing more than canned inspirational quotes and the amount of experience they had in their field. Still, they did have two random facts and a picture. 

Tommy liked romantic comedies (ha, cute) and was also a licensed massage therapist. He had several different classes on different days of the week. He taught hot yoga. 

Buck’s eyes glazed over slightly as he thought about a very sweaty, muscular body (shirtless? with those clingy, almost see-through yoga pants?), twisting and flexing and stretching—

“Oookay,” Buck said. He shook his head to snap himself out of it.

He needed to get laid. It had been a long time. Super long. He was having a bit of a dry spell. 

But the thing that really snagged his interest… 

Buck gulped as he stopped scrolling. Private lessons. One-on-one. Nobody in the room but him and the instructor. There were even options to do the classes at home or over Zoom.

Buck’s heart pounded as his thoughts spiraled. With a deep, shaky inhale, he impulsively tapped Book now! 

The next five minutes he spent making his selections.

The implications of what he’d done started to sink in as soon as he put his phone down. A second later, it pinged with a confirmation email.

He was literally paying for more attention. He’d asked Tommy not to make any special exceptions for him, and now he was ordering them. Downright demanding them.

Why did he feel so giddy? 

༻❁༺

When Buck woke up sweaty and hard with the memories of an explicit dream featuring none other than instructor Kinard, he had an inkling of an answer to that question. 

But… 

It wasn't the first time Buck had dreamt about a man before. Dreams were weird that way. Unpredictable. Sometimes meaningless. Random. 

Buck got up and brewed a hot coffee, cooked up some breakfast sausages that he ate a little too aggressively, had a (cool) shower, and by the time he got in his Jeep, Tommy wasn't even on his mind anymore.

…Yeah, right.

[indigosunsetao3]

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.

[sketchfanda]

Chestnut Stud across the Multiverse Party Chestnut Herrons

Tantric Techniques

As has been said before, many of the mistfit brood that was the Herrons had to forego any digital connection with the outside world in order to stay under the red ribbon army's radar. No unencrypted, unauthorised phone calls and of course no vices such as booze or drugs. So of course, without weed or any access to it for the time being, this meant Julia has had to find new ways to relax. She just so happened to succeed during a few attempts performing hot yoga in the sauna and suffice to say, she found it to her liking.

The feel of the warm steamy vapour on her glistening skin, the heat tingling her key spots on her body and of course the developing state of lightheadedness worked wonders. Bringing a sensible state akin to getting high just to her liking, couple more minutes and she'd be sure to be going on a trip. All she had missing was a now big old cock to enjoy for good measure but oh wait, how could she forget? It just so happened that they had such a stud on hand.....

Hence why she had Krillin join her for a session, a little 1-2 combo of pouting and puppy dog eyes making it impossible for him to say no which was how he now found himself alone in a sauna together with the bohemian. Who naturally insisted he not look away as they performed and conducted a yoga session together and as you can imagine, it wasn’t possible in the slightest to keep his cock from getting hard. Not when you had a horny, naked hippie girl bending, flexing and contorting herself into a human pretzel, her eyes just be meaning with that down to fuck energy. Especially whenever she was in positions that allowed her to shake Her bubble nut his way like a butch in heat courting for his big, strong cock.

Now Krillin wasn’t sure if it was just the steam or Julia’s charisma but damn if her sexiness wasn’t making him feel lightheaded right Aa out now, then and there. His cock stiffening as it stood more stiff and erect than a flagpole, his eyes glued to that swaying as the bohemian bimbo was in the downward dog position. Finding his body seeming to move on its own as he grasped that toned waist and pressed his face to her crotch. Making her moan as his tongue dove and probed at her nether regions, rimming her anal pucker and lapping away at her flowing pussy nectar all the while his vision became a sea of psychedelic colours……better pack his bags because he was about to go on a trip….

He wasn't sure when or how but it was like he and the hippie girl were among a vast void of colours, shifting like a kaleidoscope through a psychedelic rainbow. Julia of course felt heavenly as the compact cop worked his tongue deep on her naughty twin holes, all the while she eyed that cock within her field of view. Looking so delicious and just loaded with so much energy waiting to be unleashed upon her which might be how and why she came to find herself held upside down as she and Krillin commenced with a vertical 69. Gladly deepthroating his shaft as he drank up her juices from her gushing pussy, her moans humming as her personal audio erotic mantra as a bond of lust formed between them.

This soon began to lead to Julia showing off her tantric skills, her fellatio arts bringing him close to orgasm only to find that the former monk had a few similar tricks of his own. Much to her delight of course as she expressed her admiration with lusty licks and kisses from the tip to his jizz heavy balls. Before they soon dispensed with the foreplay as she moved right onto showing off all kinds of crazy and unusual positions, with Krillin wishing to try some of these with his wife. Feeling quite inspired as Julia's contortionist class flexibility proved to be quite tantalizing and, unsurprisingly, quite erotic as he plunged and thrusted his cock deep into the slick, tight embrace of her pussy.

The next thing he knew, he was experiencing a sensation he'd not felt since his cosmic biotic session with Samara as he and and bohemian bimbo fucked not in just body but mind and soul. Seemingly leaving their physical forms as their spirits soared through a veritable psychedelic oceanic landscape of colors, rutting in the intimate entwining embrace of the age old primal dance of man and woman. From a buddha having an angel bounce in his lap in a seated lotus to a wolf man and cat girl mating in a jungle with primal abandon, their mutual lust and passion seemed to shift through an array of forms and shapes which embodied the skyrocketing energy made between them. All going through a loop of vast abyss which exploded into an array of stars and galaxies from big bangs no doubt signifying the orgasms they had, one after the other...

In reality, the short king and the horny hippie were going at it like minks or weasels in heat, the walls and ceiling of the sauna echoing with their moans and the heavy thuds and slaps of skin smacking skin. Krillin's pelvis blurring with swift, deep jackhammering thrusts as he currently had Julie in a mating press with his hands grasping her ankles. The stoner slut panting and howling as she grasped the seat for dear life while enduring the wonderful orgasm causing battering of that big bitchpleasing cock. The pair high off of the heat of the steam as their bodies were soaked with sweat and becoming lost in their hazy illusionary trip....

Outside of the facility of course, Laura and a select few Herrons were busy searching any and every nook and cranny of their safehouse trying to find the duo. The former out of concern for her partner while the latter were looking for their own round (first time or repeat) with the short king before they finally heard the muffled moans behind the steam room door. The window too fogged up of course to properly see anything but panic setting in when it was found out that Julia had mistakenly locked the door..and they couldn't open it from the outside!! Who knows how long they'd been going at it before they were risking dying of goddamn dehydration!!?

One quick bust down of the door later, made possible of course thanks to the strength of Vivian and Judith, and an emaciated, spent Krillin was being carried safe and sound to get a nice cold bath and plenty of hydration. While a sweaty, cum stained and soaked Julia was carried out for much the same, the shameless bohemian moaning as she was mentally feeling quite the high right now. Mumbling how the short king went and took her to sexual Nirvana and back again.....yeah chances were it'd make more sense when she explained it later. Assuming she'd actually even remember how and what had happened in there!!

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Brats’ Night-out

Figures that rather than stay put and go stir crazy, the resident bimbo brats Jen and Jenna opted to sneak out at night go clubbing and hook up with a couple of 9 to 10 inch plus studs to suck and fuck. Which left Krillin as their assigned overseer and caretaker to have go search for them and bring them back because lord only knows how much trouble they could get into? In his experience handling and dealing with the two unofficial twin cousins thus far, they were absolute BRATS, all capitals and it’s a wonder he hasn’t snapped yet. He really hoped and prayed that Marron would never turn out like them, it’d be a nightmare……

Good news was it wasn’t too much trouble to find them at a local night club, just had to find two bleach blonde bimbos with a big hoard of dudes crowding around them. Unfortunately in this case the guys in question were a group of RRA thugs, not exactly subtle in hiding the insignia, and they clearly weren’t as as easily driven to lustful stupidity. If anything Jen and Jenna’s attitudes and total slutty behaviour was really getting on their nerves to a point they were sure to start using violence. Thankfully, Krillin intervened before it got that that far, effortlessly up the group of thugs with his bare hands and placing them under arrest.

After dropping the thugs off to be interrogated, it was just a matter of getting the two bimbos back to the safe house. Easier said than done of course as the slacker dropout and her mini-me were really laying it on thick with the verbal dissing. Honestly he saves them from some major trouble and this is the thanks he gets, nothing but tirade of put downs like how the hell he was even married, let alone how any of their cousins or Laura thought he was a stud at all. On the drive home, he may not have shown it externally but his patience had hit its limit as he decided to take a secret route to get there, pulling over into an alley much to their confusion.

Back at the safe house, Laura was getting concerned as it’d been a while since she’d heard from her assigned partner after he went out to retrieve the wayward Herron brat duo. The news hasn’t reported any trouble and headquarters stated they were interrogating the small band of Red Ribbon heavies who’d been apprehended, yet still no sign of them since. According to the tracker on his car, he was in an alley somewhere within the secret path back to here so where they were wasn’t an issue. So she attempted to radio him omly to blush as she could hear certain….sounds which may explain just why it was taking them so damn long…….and damn now she needed a cold shower…….

Now what got the lovely officer so not under the collar you might ask? Same reason why we find the car back in the alley rocking back and forth with the windows all steamed up. As inside we find Jen and Jenna getting their naughty little worlds rocked up by their chaperone as he was venting snd unleashing all his pent up lust and frustration upon the two bimbos. To say it was erotic would be an understatement and a well..they were loving it!!

Oh sure they feigned being scared that not so big daddy was going to discipline them, that was until he whipped his cock out right before them. The bleach blonde hoes feeling shock and awe followed by those primal Herron instincts of theirs kick in at the sight of such length and girth with a hint of fear. Even for size queens like them, this had to be the biggest cock they’d ever laid eyes on, it wasn’t often they were both intimidated and horny at the same time. The next thing they knew, he pounced and proceeded to ensure they’d be ruined for other men altogether.

From having the bratty blondes service him with their lips and tongues before forcing them to deepthroat and endure a sloppy, heavy facefucking which snapped their chokers the moment he started. To putting them through their paces through an endurance testing three as they shifted between one on one to 2 on 1 such as having one of them sit on his face so he could them out while the other rode his cock cowgirl style, making the two blondes so horny that they couldn't help but make out. To holding Jenna in a full nelson as he made the shortstack ride his deep, heavy piston ramming cock while Jen sucked and licked on his balls. The bleach blonde bratty bimbo sluts having hearts glow in their lusty blue eyes as their primal Herron instincts signified that they were recognizing the short king as their big studly alpha male daddy......

The police cruiser was soon rocking back and forth that it was a wonder it hadn't tipped over yet, the interior filled with literal steam of their passion as the two unofficial blonde twin brats and their alpha male's bodies were soaking wet with sweat and sexy juices. Jen and Jenna howling for "Daddy" to keep fucking them until they were in a pornographic coma, their bubble butts sporting red palm prints on them from him no doubt slapping their asses. All the while they craved their mouths, their bellies, their wombs be stuffed and overflowing with his lava-hot creamy white seed as they went through whatever positions the cramped could allow. From one of them being fucked doggy style as she ate the other blonde out, sometimes taking it anally to deepthroating his cock with abandon in a 69 to Jenna riding his shoulders as she had her crotch in his face as he ate her out while Jenna sucked him off.....

It was some hours later when they had finally finished, the cruiser resuming its drive through the secret route back to the safehouse. Laura greeting them to find the sight of Krillin nonchalantly carrying Jen and Jenna over his shoulders like a caveman's claimed quarry in a hunt. The 2 bleach blonde brat bimbos not even arguing or struggling, if anything they seemed eager, asking 'Daddy' if he was going to spank them again. The short kign bemused at just how lewd and horny the 2 were even after he'd fucked them into brief sexual comas and left them so numb below the waist that it was small wonder he was carrying them. It was quite a sight as Laura and a few onlooking Herrons still wondered if they were seeing what they saw.

All the same it was still quite something that he had managed to handle the duo, Jen and Jenna were a handful individually but together? God only knows how many drained balls and wallets alike would be left in their wake and yet ever since that night, they were practically domesticated kittens around their bodyguard. And given the oh so detailed juicy stories they'd shared, small wonder how and why such a feat had been possible. And only made his stock among this misfit brood all the more higher in value....

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2 Redheads & a Short King

Seeing they were needing to get some new parts for a broken milking machine as it was broken during the move, the two redhead spawns of Veronica Herron needed to shop for them with Krillin along acting as bodyguard and chaperone as need be per usual. However because Muphy's law loved to be such a fickle bitch with a weird sense of humour and bad timing, Violet's breasts began to leak too much and they had to sneak into an alley to relieve the pressure. Which was how Krillin found himself blushing, barely able to look away as he kept an eye out for any eavesdroppers or onlookers while Virginia was groping and squeezing her sister’s tits. Those firm juicy jugs gushing and spraying on occasion as she’d managed to hit the right sweet spots before she asked for Krillin to intervene and help out.

Now of course there was some hesitation in his part but Violet made it impossible to refuse when she flashed those big baby blue puppy eyes. So there he was massaging and squeezing those juicy milktanks of hers, her moans deep and sensual as she soaked his palms and fingers with her breast milk. Virginia watching on with voyeuristic awe, sensually biting her lip as she clenched snd rubbed her thighs together. It was quite an intoxicating atmosphere, so much so that before he knew it himself, he was latching his mouth onto a tit and started and lick and suckle away. Violet’s moans orgasmic as she felt the compact stud suck and drink up her milk while Virginia knelt behind him to caress his crotch, feeling the growing erection deep within.

Small wonder she didn't hesitate to undo his buckle and fly to whip out that shaft, eyes alight with awe at the sight of such length and girth which she grasped in her hand and began to stroke. All the while their shortstack chaperone continued to suck and drink away from Violet's glorious tits, her rich natural milk dazzling his tastebuds as she held and caressed his head. Encouraging him to have his fill all the while her sister gave him a vigorous handjob as her's and Virginia's slits began to gush and ooze with a river-like flow of nectar. It was soon clear this spontaneous milking session was about to become a little more pornographic as the erotic tension between the 3 began to escalate.....

Like how Violet was soon giving Krillin a titfuck, massaging and stroking his cock between her milktanks as the warm, nourishing liquid erupted from her twins to add some lubrication. Kissing, licking and sucking on the tip as it thrust towards her lovely dicksucking lips while her sister, now naked, sat and rode on his face. Moaning deeply and erotically as as she was clearly enjoying his tongue, drowning him with a waterfall of her love juices which he drank up with gusto. He wasn't sure how things got this way but it just seemed to be how fate and luck worked with these horny bitches....

A few streets away from this redhead two on one baldie action, agents of the enigmatic Red Ribbon offshoot were not having a good day. It was bad enough to be able to keep tabs on a family of size queens who were somehow keeping a low profile but their boss had been nagging them around the clock on their screw ups. Especially with how often some of them kept getting busted, wasn’t their fault a lot of them kept finding themselves getting caught and arrested but sooner or later they had to get results. Otherwise it was thir heads in the chopping block and so their futile search snd capture continued….

Back in the alley in the meantime, the redhead duo were getting horny at the sight and feel of his skilled hands and soon they couldn't suppress it any longer and go proceeded to go wild. The sisters pouncing and clothes soon flying as they got right on down to it with a tandem duel blowjob to start things off. Sucking, blowing, kissing and licking that immense length and girth from tip to balls as they got him groaning with their lips and tongues but not as much compared to the moans he coaxed out of them once he started fucking them. Every single glorious inch of that cock sliding and slamming into the embrace of their warm, tight wet pussies at a pace he knew all too well was a must for fucking most any Herron woman...

At one point while fucking her in a missionary position while her sister sat on her face and got eaten out by her, Virginia wound up having one of her intense geyser/volcanic erupting squirting orgasms. Which Krillin actually manages to tank, to their utter shock and oh so sexual delight of course as they looked upon that shortstack Adonis glistening all soaking wet with the gearhead's love nectar. Their pace now increasing in passion and intensity as the redheaded sisters went through two on one to one on one with their little sex machine whenever one of them needed to recover. Orgasms coming one after the other as the alleyway filled with the melody of the ancient dance of man and woman conducting the horizontal tango.

From Virginia getting eaten out as she straddled his shoulders, pressing his face against her waterfall gushing cooch as Violet laid on her back, sandwiching her tits between his thrusting cock. To the milktank southern belle being held up in the air as she was fucked full nelson style, riding that jackhammer of a dick as the mechanic suckled on her sister's milk. Any and every possible position and combination they enacted and endured as the short king was driven to satisfy that prominent Herron Libido of theirs. It was a sight to behold as tits jiggled, asscheeks clapped and orgasms abounded...

Somehow, someway Krillin found himself still standing and walking, blushing as he walked the streets back to the safehouse with the sisters in tow. Drawing quite a few stares from onlookers and passersby of course as Virginia and Violet were practically hanging off him like lovestruck puppies. It was quite something to behold, the envy and jealousy of many a guy especially to find a runt like him having 2 hotties practically draped over and hanging off of him. But Virginia and Violet didn't care about them in the slightest, no sir, they were too busy basking in the afterglow and thinking how to break the news to their mother about the amazing Herror quality stud that had managed to satisfy them.

Krillin knew all too well of course Laura was going to have quite a time as he explained this to her but sure she knew as well what he'd be getting into when he got assigned as her partner on this case. But hey it wasn't like they got caught at least, either they were lucky or those Red Ribbon guys were so damn stupid. Certainly the latter of course the patrol managed to come across the alleyway by way of stepping on a puddle of a certain something. Looking to find quite the mess before them which lead to only quite the most apropro reaction....

"OH GOD IT'S EVERYWHERE!!!"

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Work it Ladies!!

A coupe of days after the close call with Jen and Jenna, the sports girl trio approached Krillin personally during one of his moments of personal downtime. Looking for clarification on what went down as Judith had more than a few doubts, thinking the brat duo were just exaggerating. Hard not to given especially when Jen was a bit of a stoner slacker with a habit for making up bullshit excuses, assuming she wasn't too baked to remember what time it was. So there was no way thier shorty bodyguard was too enough to take on like a baker's dozen of guys, even Vera and Vivian had to concur.

However, they are proven wrong when Krilling effortlessly picks up all 3 of them and juggles them like it's nothing, joined by Janet of course who thinks it looks fun. Soon as they were safely put back down on the floor, the resident butch paladin asked for help in getting stronger so she can protect her sister, same with Vera and Vivian, who realize all too well how dangerous the situation is. After all even with how often he and Laura were working around the clock, Murphy's law was sure to be a bitch on this whole witness protection gig sooner or later. So of course better safe than sorry, right?

The lessons which followed would go pretty well all things considered. Especially when it came to them taking up some basics on self defence, it helped they were among the more athletic among the misfit brood that was their family. Though for Krillin, it was proving to be tough going to keep from popping a boner, given the workout gear they had on, hot women in spandex was always a way to get the blood pumping. Especially Vera with that big, bubbly and juicy booty of hers pushing those shorts of hers to their limit as those cinnamon booty cheeks clapped and jiggled.

So of course you can only imagine how awkard he was on the arousal cale when they called in time and went to go to the sauna, insisting he join them of course and relax with them. So there he was in a steam filled room along with 3 hot, sexy bombshells with only towels between them and the most private, naughty parts on them. Doing his best to tune out his libido, easier said than done all the the girls easily noticed what he was packing under his towel. Lust in their eyes as they slowly moved in closer to him, practically sandwiching him between them as it was clear that the little rescue act he pulled wasn't the only detail Jen and Jenna had so generiously shared....

Small wonder things proceeded to escalate the way they as the tomboy trio began have themselves long exhausting ride, getting some intense ''stamina training'' with their new teacher. The sauna becoming steamier than normal as things kicked off with a 3 way fellatio assault on his cock, the sight of that length and girth driving them wild as they orally worshipped it from tip to balls with licks and kisses. Pink hearts glowing in the eyes signifying the lust burning within more so as they took turns having the short king facefuck them in turn. Their mouths glorified oral pussies as they took that jackhammering shaft like champions, every smack of those balls against their chins music to their ears as their pussies gushed with the growing desire to start wrecking them.

Judith being who and how she was insisted on having the first hand which of course resulted in Vera and Vivian looking on in awe at the primal display happening before their very eyes. The fierce, tough paladin butch herself moaning like a porn star as she moaned and hollered for their shortstack chaperone to keep fucking her as rough and deep as he could get. It was quite something to see her go from riding him cowgirl style to attempt assert only to be put into a piledriver before soon having that Amazon frame of hers being being folded into a mating press. Glowing pink heart eyes visible as that jackhammering cock brought to orgasm after orgasm, a constant geyser of her nectar flowing in the surface of the sauna floor as Vera and Vivian anticipated their turns….

Soon as they did of course, ooh it was even better than they could've imagined as Vivian was finding out first hand. Her luscious lips pouring forth with sports style dirty talk, that is when she managed to form proper words and sentences of course, hollering and cheering Krillin on to fuck her nonstop like the sexual champion he was. The short king unhinder and unbothered by the difference in their height as he rocked her 6 foot 1 world with all 4 to 5 feet of his compact frame's sexual might. Much to her delight as they made full on Olympic level rut from missionary to standing full nelson to a duel of amazon vs mating press....

But oooh when the short king got to Vera, he couldn't help but start with that glorious cinnamon booty of hers as he took her prone bone style much to her delight. Her sweet, practically sincere, innocent sweet form of dirty talk just too wholesome yet horny in its own way before Vera decided to throw caution aside to the wind and called for the compact stud to fuck her pussy. Suffice to say soon as he had inch after inch of that bitch pleaser thrusting and plunging into her heated snatch, it was like a religious experience for the both of them. Their bodies a synchronised sexual machine as their lips mashed together in a sloppy kiss, glowing hearts of lust in her golden honey eyes as her body craved, yearned to have her oven be filled with the buns of this golden god of a man!!

On and on it went as Krillin kept at it with the athletic tomboy trio going from one on one with each of them to a combination of 2 on one in 3 ways to all 3 of them at once. A glorious combination of curves and muscle and sex appeal making sweet and primal passionate rhythm in the sauna before they soon took it to the bedroom. Krillin was not in the mood to repeat his experience with Julia, thank you very much boys and girls. The sound of springs creaing and deep, lusty moans soon echoing throughout as the marathon continued until either they passed out or his balls were emptied first....

Somedays after that little bonding session of course, Vivian always kept an eye out for a chance to go running or swimming with their bodyguard while Vera was practically acting like a hosuewife for the guy, even bringing him breakfast in bed at some points. Judith of course would "challenge" him any and every chance she got, claiming she had to make sure he wasn't getting sloppy. After all a cock like his had a standard to maintain and if she wasn't feeling like she was getting her guts rearranged and messed up, well she'd have to whip him into shape. Though far as Krillin was concerned, if she wanted to fuck, all she had to do was just ask....

[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!

[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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[masterdonald101452]

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[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.

[cageddoves]

𝜗𝜚.   𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓, 𝐂𝐇𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐆. after a long week of contorting her body in all sorts of counterintuitive ways for ballet, she couldn’t face her usual pilates or hot yoga routine. instead, she wanted something new and cooling, which brought her to a different part of the fitness center. chiyo couldn’t recall any recent memories of her swimming, but that didn’t phase her. she was an athlete after all, and the only thing she needed to do was float. how hard could that be?

she had heard the lifeguard’s call— little lady — but assumed he must have been talking about a younger girl she hadn’t noticed. she continued to walk unfazed towards the pool until the man’s waving finally caught her attention. her brown eyes connected with his in a moment of recognition.

“i- you’re talking to me?” chiyo asked incredulously. she glanced down at herself and back at the lifeguard in an attempt to imagine how he saw her. he couldn’t have been more than a couple months older than her, if even that, so for him to address her like a kid . . .

she shook off the urge to be offended and decided this would be an opportunity to prove herself. if there was anything chiyo loved most, it was rising to a challenge. she offered him a charming smile as a subtle olive branch of forgiveness for his earlier assumption and tossed her glossy brown hair over her shoulders. “don’t worry, i’m sure you’ll see i’m plenty experienced enough.” then, with effortless grace, chiyo smoothly slipped into the deep end. for a fleeting moment, she looked like a pro.

it felt exactly as she had hoped— like a cold embrace, gently cradling every ache and pain in her overworked muscles. a small smile tugged at her lips as her body slowly acclimated to the water’s nature, sinking down… and a little further down… and suddenly chiyo realized she was still sinking despite her efforts to swim upwards. a jolt of panic surged through her which only served to make her frantic movements less effective.

❪    💙 ❫ 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐎               ⸺ 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 : the pool at the DALLYEONSO fitness center               ⸺ 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 : inexperienced swimmers should be in the shallow end               ⸺ 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 ( @cageddoves )

       HAESOL WAS CONVINCED HE KNEW HOW TO SWIM BEFORE HE EVEN KNEW HOW TO WALK . . . it came like second nature to him, almost as natural as breathing, and he could fondly remember his mother calling for him whenever they went to the beach, telling him he was going to grow gills and webbed feet if he didn't get out of the ocean to come have lunch. that was one thing — among so many others — that he missed about busan. there was no sand between your toes in the heart of seoul, no sparkling sea, and if you felt a salty breeze, it was only because you were passing by a local fish market. he longed to feel himself crash against the waves, but heading back to his hometown was just something on his bucket list now. still, that doesn't mean that haesol isn't able to find some kind of workaround — if you can't feel the ocean, then the next best thing is to feel chlorine.

       "hey, little lady," haesol calls out from where he's perched on the lifeguard stand, having been scanning the pool at DALLYEONSO for the last several hours. it had been a slower day, with only the normal group of senior citizens there for their twenty-minute aquatic exercises, so the face of a newcomer stuck out to him like a sore thumb. he waves his hand out to catch her attention as she heads towards the further point of the pool, innocently mistaking her for a preteen who thinks she can take on the deep end. he smiles warmly once she stops, leaning down from the tower to offer a friendly warning. "the deep end is for experienced swimmers only."

[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.”

[ecposhgirl]

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