#can do a BODY WEIGHT EXERCISE on muscles that barely work

[erismourn]

part of adulthood is realizing that your parents aren't wrong 100% of the time but when they're wrong by god they're so wrong

[malereadermaniac]

Gym ~ Holland!Peter Parker x Male Reader

Top!Peter x Bottom!Reader cw: Working out n sweat, body worship, Bottom reader & top Peter, hand kink (kinda), underwear n sock stuff word count: 1.3k Nsfw / MDNI ~ amab m!reader / FDNI

Holland!Peter who likes to have you 'help' him as he works out in your home-gym. You motivate the hero throughout his workouts, laying under him as he does push-ups; rewarding your muscular boyfriend with a short n sweet kiss every time he lowers himself

Holland!Peter who uses you instead of weights whenever he can, especially when doing hip-thrusts. The handsome man having you sit on his hips, your ass literally on Peter's clothed crotch, as he grunts and groans with every raise of his hips - his dick obviously hardening underneath you with every thrust. The brunette's rough, veiny hand on your hip so firmly, keeping you in place as his other masculine hand rests in its rightful place on your thigh

Holland!Peter loving how evidently flustered you get when he works out with you, even though you try to hide the blush on your face behind your sassy/sarcastic facade. The hero knows you, like the back of his hand, so he not only tries to get his own weird pleasure out you 'helping' him but also to tease you from time to time; and he achieves this every time... It's not like it's hard, Peter knows what gets you going and uses it to his advantage, like keeping you below him and letting his sweat drip onto you, or keeping a firm grip on you, just to remind you of how fucking strong he actually is

Holland!Peter who always gets frisky during his workouts. Hey! Endorphins pair really fuckin' well with dopamine from having sex with the guy he fucking adores (you!). The hero's dick gets fully erect barely halfway through his session most of the time, resulting in Peter dropping subtle hints at you helping him out. Subtle as in wolf-whistling you when you bend over or smirking down at the tent in his sweatpants to get your attention.

Holland!Peter who fucking loves to have you suck him off while he lifts weights. He'll be doing bicep curls above you as you're on your knees in front of the brunette, absolutely going ham on his thick dick. His sweaty, hot balls and dick smell of his manly musk as you kiss and lick his shaft and sack, making the man above you groan as he sweats from exercise and being horny. Shit really hits the fan when your fully sucking Peter off; sloppily deepthroating his thick, veiny cock as his thick bush of sweaty pubes stuff your nose with his intoxicating scent. It turns you on so much to watch the man workout above you, watching his sweat roll down his abs and down his v-line as you pleasure him oh so nicely, his moans echoing in your gym along with grunts of your name.

Holland!Peter who loves it when you worship and praise his body after a workout, his glistening muscles lookin' so attractive as the hero sits on a changing bench and sprawls out his body (because yes, you two decided to also install a changing room for your private gym, and yes it was mainly to have sex in). Peter's dick will re-harden instantly as you kiss his collarbone, lick his sweaty pecks and kiss down his abs and all the way down to his sweaty feet. Your praises of how his body is "incredible" and "godly" and "sexy" really stroking his ego, getting his hormones raring.

Holland!Peter loving the way you look below him, kissing at his feet, making direct eye-contact as you submit to him; he's not the type to be dominant, but FUCK does he feel so horny when you go out of your way to to please him. He always offers his hand out to you, knowing how feral you go for his veiny, rough hands which have saved hundreds of lives. Peter's dick twitches like crazy as he watches you suck his fingers off as if they were his cock, his eyes unable to leave you as you work your tongue sloppily around his sexy fingers, looking into his eyes as your spit dribbles down the sides of your mouth and your chin.

Holland!Peter making you with you desperately and sloppily as you sit on his lap, your sweaty ass sticking to his thick, tired thighs. The feeling of your boyfriend's masculine hands spreading your cheeks never gets old, his fingers cutely prodding at your tight entrance in a curious and impatient manner; Peter always wanting to feel more of you, pleasure you and himself as quickly as possible.

Holland!Peter who fucking loves to watch you do your best to take his big, thick cock - positioning his dick to your entrance and slowly sinking down on your boyfriend's shaft. The brunette gets butterflies in his stomach at the sight of you putting in so much effort to get him inside of you, your face contorting in pain and pleasure just hittin' that spot for Peter so damn well

Holland!Peter who just can't help himself, he tries to give you as much time as he can to adjust to his girth, but you're just too perfect - your walls so warm and tight around Peter, your body fitting together with his like a puzzle, your panting face above him, it all just results in the brunette starting to thrust up into you without even thinking about it! But god does it feel so fucking good, your loud cries and moans of his name and "too big", "too much", and "fuck" turning your boyfriend on to the max, his desperation to pleasure himself and you giving him the confidence to take the lead and fuck you in whatever way he wants

Holland!Peter who gets off to seeing you desperately struggle yet fail to moan out his name due to his dirty, sweaty socks or underwear stuffing your mouth and acting as a gag. The brunette's dick twitching against your tight, warm walls as he drills in your prostate, watching as you squirm against his lap and become overwhelmed by his salty taste in your mouth and his musky scent in your nose - the entire changing room now smelling of both your sweat and his, along with the filthy smell of sex and fluids. Peter's hands feel correct on your hips, holding you tightly as the hero forces you up and down on his cock, his moans of your name making your dick twitch with ever jab at your prostate

Holland!Peter who can't hold himself back for too long, his body jolting forwards and enveloping your body with his sweaty, muscular one, his arms around your waist and his teeth in your shoulder as he breaths in your scent and groans into your shoulder; shooting his thick load deep inside of you. His sweaty garments would fall out of your mouth finally, allowing you to moan and whine as your own dick shoots ropes of white cum onto both your stomach and Peter's, your prostate being milked by your boyfriend's thick dick. Your nails claw down the hero's back, your toes curling in pleasure as you bask in the afterglow, inhaling your strong boyfriend's smell as he does the same as he kisses the marks he had left on your body during your passionate little moment.

Holland!Peter who just wants to rest with you a little. He doesn't care that his dick is still inside of you, or that his cum is slowly dripping out of your hole. The brunette just wants to hold you near, feel you as he kisses your body as little 'thank you's' for being so good to him. Of course, after a few enjoyable moments together, Peter remembers how horribly uncomfortable you must be and gets the two of you into a shower - cleaning you up and out, washing your hair for you and massaging your scalp as you get drowsy from the steam and the cardio. Fuck he treats you so damn well...

[cutielando]

I just finished reading your chubby reader fic which I loved as a chubby girl myself!! I was wondering if you could do something similar with like a fit gym girlie I feel like muscle mummy’s tend to be forgotten a lot!

to the gym | l.n.

warnings!!: gymrat!reader (reader is described as being muscly and frequenting the gym)

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Lando has always been keen on exercising. He didn’t really have a choice in the matter, seeing as his job required him to be in the best shape possible. 

However, that doesn’t mean that he looks down on people who don’t exercise as regularly as he did or at all. Every person was entitled to their own routine, in his opinion.

But when he met you, someone who lived and breathed exercise and hitting the gym, he felt like he had hit the jackpot. Being in the gym together, sharing your love for exercise with each other and always pushing one another to better themselves.

It was a dream come true, frankly. 

The first time he had suggested joining you for your workout, he figured you would go easy on yourself, do some light exercises and call it a day. The shock on his face when he saw you lifting weights, twice the weight he himself could barely lift, was something out of a movie.

You had found it so endearing, seeing him staring at you with such a perplexed expression and shock, you found it sweet and funny at the same time.

“Why are you looking at me like I’ve suddenly grown 3 heads that I don’t know about?” you joked once you had put the weights back and joined him where he was standing.

“You know you just lifted twice what I can lift, right?” he said, eyes still wide and staring back at you.

You laughed, holding your belly as your laughter rang through the fairly empty gym. This was one of your favorite things about living with Lando, the fact that the apartment building where you both lived had a private gym exclusive only for the residents.

“Babe, you know I’ve been a gym rat for years now. What did you think I’ve been doing all this time?” you asked, cocking an eyebrow.

Lando shrugged, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his pants.

“I don’t know, running on the treadmill? I figured you lifted weights and all that stuff, but I didn’t think you could lift more than me. And I’ve been training straight up hardcore my entire life” he explained, scratching the back of his neck before he reached out for your hand and pulled you closer to him.

You chuckled, wrapping your arms around his neck and letting yourself melt against his body.

“I can do more than that, but I’m still jet-lagged and my body takes a while to recover, you know” you explained, making the shock return twice as intense.

Lando could swear his brain was malfunctioning. He didn’t know why or how, but the way you were speaking and the things you were saying were doing things to him. He found you so attractive before, but now it had reached a whole other level.

“Have I ever told you how hot you are?’ he asked, his voice having dropped to a dangerous low mumble.

You bit your lip, looking into his eyes sensually. If you had known this was all it took to get to him, you would have brought him with you a very long time ago.

“You have, and I could say the same about you. However, as much as I want to jump your bones this very second in this very gym, I need to finish my workout and you need to work on your neck” you said, your lips brushing against his as you suddenly pull away from him and make your way towards the treadmill for a running session.

Lando stared dumbfounded as you walked away from him like nothing had happened, getting back to your workout just like that.

He would lie if he said he didn’t want to just ditch his workout and take you upstairs, but he knew Jon would be coming soon enough to help him with his neck training and he didn’t want to have to explain to him why he decided to skip it.

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Ever since that first day in the gym, Lando had insisted on joining you for every workout routine that he had time to attend. It didn’t matter if he had just got back from a race halfway across the globe, or he was tired and sore.

He wanted to be there, even if it was just to watch and admire.

“Baby, you’re tired, you really don’t have to come with me” you argued with him one very early morning as you were getting ready to go downstairs to the gym.

Lando had just got back home very late last night, having flown all the way from China. The amount of sleep he got was nowhere near enough for him to get enough rest after such a busy weekend.

And yet there he was, wide awake before 8 am and ready to go watch you while you work out. 

“But I want to watch you” he pouted, his eyes barely open. His hair was fluffy and his curls were sticking up in every possible direction.

You sighed, knowing you would never be able to say no when he looked at you like that, lips all pouty and those puppy dog eyes staring right into your soul.

“You need to sleep, love. You’ve barely had any time to rest this weekend and when you finally come home you’d rather come and watch me exercise than get some sleep?” you asked, smiling slightly, but you already knew the answer.

“I would rather spend any time with you than sleep. If you’re not here with me then what’s the point of sleeping?” he asked, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

You chuckled, shaking your head. He knew how to weasel his way straight into your heart, saying things like that which you couldn’t overlook.

Once he noticed the defeated look on your face, he got up from the bed and took your hand, offering to carry your bag downstairs.

When you arrived downstairs, you were pleased to see that there was nobody in the gym at that hour, giving you two some much needed privacy.

“Alright, I’m going to run on the treadmill for a while and then do some leg lifting. Are you okay here by yourself for a little while?” you asked him once you put your earphones in and your headband on your head.

He nodded, taking a seat on a bench in the middle of the room. The sight all but melted your heart, the way he sat there with his hands on his lap, like a little kid waiting for his mother.

You nodded and leaned in to quickly kiss him on the lips, turning on your music and getting to work.

It wasn’t even 20 minutes after that you got off the treadmill and noticed Lando had fallen asleep on the bench, his head resting on his knee. You pouted, taking out your phone and snapping a quick picture.

Because you knew there was no way he was comfortable in that position, you decided to cut your workout short and get him to bed, figuring you could get some more sleep yourself.

“Lando, baby. Come on, let’s go upstairs” you slowly shook him awake, his eyes opening and meeting yours sleepily.

“Are you done working out?” he asked, stretching a little and looking around, seeing you more rested than you usually were.

“I only ran on the treadmill today, I’m skipping my legs session today so we can catch up on some sleep together” you explained, taking his hand and trying to get him to follow you upstairs.

He protested, shaking his head and not moving an inch.

“No, go on and finish. We can get some sleep later. I don’t want you to jeopardize your routine because of me. I’ll watch, do your thing” he said and planted himself more comfortable on the bench, now facing towards the apparatus he knew you would be using.

You smiled lightly, finding his obsession with watching you train endearing.

Never before in your life had anyone been as supportive of your workouts than Lando has been. Compromising his sleep schedule just to see you train and do your thing, sleeping on a gym bench just so he could watch you in your element.

You couldn’t have asked for a better partner in life, someone just as passionate about the gym as you were.

Maybe even more.

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On Becoming Better

A sign of positive change as you religiously follow your routine is this: your body automatically does the “habit” required in your routine.

it becomes a habit to clean up, instead of putting it off for later. it becomes a habit to pick up your book as you get into bed at night. it becomes a habit to eat a fruit in the mornings, and to do a simple 30 minute exercise.

you won’t feel like an “IT girl” at any point in the beginning. In fact, you might feel demotivated, lethargic, you might find yourself making excuses to not accomplish your daily goals. But the feeling of being put together, of feeling like you’re finally Her, comes as you consistently and diligently look after yourself. This will take time.

even if you’re practicing just being more social / feminine, that’ll take time. An example - I have these beautiful Jimmy Choo heels that are honestly, hell to walk in. I barely ever wore them and whenever I did, I felt like a chunky Godzilla monkey clanking down the stairs - I just didn’t feel ladylike. then one day, I came across this video of a lady showing exactly how one walks in heels. And boy, was that a game changer. I actually wrote her advice down and began practicing walking in heels every night, starting with a shorter heel height. in time, those heels have become one of the comfiest heels I own. I absolutely love them, and I get endless compliments. I began wearing kitten heels at work because somehow, they made me feel confident, yet feminine - and I felt a lot more put together than wearing flats.

Another example is using my Orai speaking app. It helps me so much with impromptu speaking! I love doing their little public speaking exercises. After two weeks of using it, I noticed a confidence boost in my presentation and talking skills, especially at work. I combined that with learning new words and I feel like my communication has improved significantly.

One last example is my Sweat app. I hate working out for more than 40 mins, I just can’t do it. I hate using crazy heavy weights too. With Sweat, I can workout for about 30 mins, select a fantastic low impact workout, feel amazing after, not be ridiculously sore the next day - and I’ve been seeing increased muscle definition. I was at a party the other day and whilst I was in the bathroom I suddenly noticed how toned my arms had gotten.

what this example shows is that taking little steps towards any goal you have - big or small - and practicing religiously helps a lot. And selecting the method that works for you. Lifting heavy weights works for some girls, not for me. My boyfriend keeps trying to “build” my workouts and I’ve flat out told him no, I’m doing it my way because it’s just what works for me.

do what works for you but do it consistently.

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Gym Headcanons - Lisa & Ningguang x Male!Reader

A/N: I hope you'll like this one! All the others WIPs are staring daggers at me though... CW: Nothing notable.

Going to a gym? Lisa will pass, thank you. 

All the sweat and all the effort could, if she had to exert herself at all, go towards other things than gaining muscles. What would she use them for anyway? Her strength doesn't come from raw, brutish power, but rather from her brilliance and knowledge. 

For Lisa, getting some gains would be a bad thing as far as her appearance is concerned. She feels great as she is - of healthy weight with some delectable fluff on her belly, thighs and butt. A girl's got to have some meat on her bones, doesn't she? It's perfect for touching and resting your weary head on those plushy thighs. She won't ruin that especially since you're far from complaining about her assets. 

Even if she won't train, Lisa will care for her diet, and will keep an eye on yours too if you ask her to. She'll buy more of her natural yogurts, fruits, granola and other healthy foodstuffs. You'll be in good hands - Lisa will buy you shakes and foods with lots of protein to help build that dazzling body of yours. 

If at any point you find yourself tempted to cheat, she’ll gently remind you of your goal and help you resist. 

She's a vegetarian herself, but will not, to any extent of the word, force her views upon you. She just dislikes the taste of meat, especially when it's fried. The heartburn she feels after is straight up awful. Still, she won't object to making you hearty meals with all the love she has. After all, she has all the time in the world. 

Although she wouldn't ever come to the gym herself, it's different with you there. Lisa will gladly tag along to keep you company whenever she can. She won't hesitate to do her research, helping you in maintaining the proper position and form as you train. Need a break? She'll pass you the water and take away the weights (according to her ability). Feeling tired or bored? Lisa will be there, keeping a conversation or reading out loud to you - this way you train both your mind and your body. She'll get you whatever help she can offer. 

Is she accompanying you to gawk at your bare chest, your tensing, sweaty muscles, hear your masculine groans of exertion as you lift inhuman weights and give it your all? See you doing what men do, pushing yourself to the limit to become bigger, better, faster and stronger? Perhaps. Is that an invalid reason? Not at all. 

After a certain amount of these trips, the mage will start eyeing the exercise mats with increasing curiosity. Of course she wouldn't do any actually tiring exercises, but it wouldn't hurt to stretch a little, would it? Being flexible has a few uses Lisa can't think of, most of which involve you~

The first few times would render her limbs and joints crying in pain as years of “rust” come off. It would surely leave her grumpy the next day, but it's alright - you'll do your duty and massage her pains away, won’t you? 

When going at them, Lisa likes to do stretches that let her poor back get some lovely relief. Every time she begins the cobra stretches of the day, she can't help but sigh in satisfaction. The first one's the best, no doubt about that. On the other hand, those exercises that require her to lean down are the cause of her pains rather than the relief. Toe touches aren't easy, and things like forward folds are the stuff of nightmares, the mere thought of which is enough to make her spine ache.

Ningguang isn't one to work out either. She’s on a strict diet, planned out for her by the best dietitian and cooked by the best chef Mora can buy. Each of her meals has its calories counted to the letter, and - should the situation demand it - Ningguang is capable of counting them herself. Even when there's no label, she's able to judge it with impressive accuracy. 

It's thanks to this attentive lifestyle that she can flaunt her wasp waist. Even if a person's worth is more in merit than appearance, impeccable beauty can go a long way too. Oftentimes just her looks alone can charm an interlocutor, leading to favorable outcomes. 

Eating this little has a downside, coming in the form of low energy levels. She can push pencils all day long, but even short jogs can find her out of breath after a while. Ningguang gets tired and sore fairly easily, making it no surprise that she avoids straining herself. 

She avoids training, but that doesn't mean she simply sits around looking pretty. Each of her mansions is equipped with a rich and well stocked gym for use at yours and hers leisure. Before you came they were mostly gathering dust, but your interest in training reminded her of that purchase. It was nice to see they finally had a use. 

Sometimes, on a slow day, Ningguang will bring out her sport gear and join you in the training room. Most of her time she'll do stretches or use the treadmill, since these don't increase muscle mass that much - the high class canon of beauty doesn't include muscle girls, nor does she see the appeal if truth is told. She's the Tianquan, not some… sea captain. 

Besides, that would be threading on your territory. Why be muscular if you're the muscle man here? If you're strong, then she'll be swift and agile. Perfectly complementary, wouldn't you say? 

When it comes to date ideas, a gym date is a unique one to be sure, but she doesn't mind. It gives both of you a chance to show off your hard earned physiques and spend some quality time together. Ningguang enjoys you spotting for her, even if she won't do the exercises by herself. The attention is always appreciated. 

She wouldn't admit that to anyone, but she enjoys goofing around with you. Using her as a dumbbell or doing push-ups with her casually sitting on your back is both amusing and quite flustering - getting a first hand experience of your strength never fails to get her a little red. But don't tell anyone, or else…!

Sometimes when she needs to think, Ningguang visits you and simply enjoys your presence in silence. There's something hypnotic about you going about your business and the repetitive motions of the equipment. Many times she watched you in silence, only to mutter a silent ‘got it’ before getting up and thanking you with a kiss. Each time after she left the room you were left fairly confused. Confused, but happy to be of help nonetheless.

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[zorosdimples]

WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?

pairing ༄ zoro x gn!reader

warnings ༄ none! this is the fluffiest of fluff—a bit out of my comfort zone, but it’s good to push your limits (so i’ve been told). you might get a bit of whiplash if you read my previous drabble lol.

word count ༄ 1452

notes ༄ i’m not joking when i say i wrote most of this over a year ago. idk how tending to injuries actually works, but this is the one piece universe, so suspend your belief! i just love the quiet intimacy of caring for someone else, especially when it’s hands on… this is kinda cheesy but i think it’s cute; it’s something of a love letter to one of my faves <3

you climbed up the ladder and opened the hatch, putting your kit down before pulling yourself up into the crow’s nest. labored breaths filled the air, the swordman’s bare back glistening with sweat, his calloused hands balancing an impossibly large weight. you scanned the room, locking in on the bloody bandages piled in the trash can.

sighing, you picked up your kit and padded over to sit on the ground in front of zoro. he didn’t acknowledge your presence—not that you expected him to, as absorbed as he was with his training—and you unpacked your kit, pulling out the necessary supplies. once you finished, you silently watched him continue his exercises, wincing at the way his fresh wounds strained against his movements. you tried to ignore how impressive his rippling muscles looked as they shimmered from exertion.

by the time he put the weight down he guzzled some water and glanced over at you. “what’s all that for?” he asked flatly, gesturing toward your setup. he wiped the water that had dribbled down his chin with the back of his hand, oblivious to the way your eyes heatedly tracked the droplets that fell from his lips to his heaving chest.

you patted the floor in front of you with a smile. “come, sit.”

he eyed you for a moment, seeming to weigh his options, but ultimately complied. he walked over and sat crisscrossed facing you, folding his arms. his steely visage didn’t betray his thoughts.

“no one else bothers me this much,” he grumbled, gaze flickering over to meet yours before returning to your busy hands.

you hoped he didn’t catch the way your fingers trembled when he spoke. “well,” you said, clearing your throat, “someone has to keep an eye on you. also, chopper is afraid to come up here and incur your wrath,” you added, half-jokingly.

zoro snorted in response, a small smile on his lips. “so, you’re the doctor’s assistant now?”

you shook your head with a chuckle. “scooch a little closer,” you said, turning to pick up a towel then shifting your weight so you were propped up on your knees. he obeyed with a grunt. you raised your head to assess his wounds, inhaling sharply when you saw the damage up close. his eye was closed, a slight scowl gracing his features.

“anything wrong?” zoro asked, eye still shut. you sighed in response, dipping the towel in a bowl of water before raising it to wipe the sweat off his face and chest.

one of the sunbeams that filtered through the windows sliced across his angular face, a glowing gash that highlighted his long green lashes and a light smattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose—something you had never noticed before since they blended in with his tanned skin.

you cleaned up the sweat, careful to dab zoro’s wounds lightly. mostly superficial cuts and scrapes littered his face, although he did have a nasty gash at his hairline. you brushed back his mint green locks to get a better look at the damage; your fingertips burned hot against his scalp, and you could’ve sworn he shivered at your touch.

maybe it was your imagination.

ignoring the way your heart constricted, you moved the towel down his neck and arms toward his chest. you didn’t miss the freckles and moles that ghosted his collarbone and kissed his shoulders. absorbed in your ministrations, you missed the swordsman’s cracked eye intently watching your hands move down his body, heat nipping at the tips of his ears.

it was difficult to keep your breath steady as you wiped the expanse of his tawny torso, muscles firm underneath your featherlight touches. and while his back didn’t have any major injuries, you were sure to clean it, too. satisfied that you mopped up all the sweat, you took a clean cloth and retraced your movements to dry his skin.

“you need to be more careful,” you said, breaking the heady silence. your voice came out softer than you had anticipated, your nerves getting the better of you. you raised your eyes to meet zoro’s, now open. “your body will eventually give out if you don’t allow it to heal.”

“i don’t have time to heal,” he said simply. “each day brings new enemies even stronger than the last. i can’t stop if i wanna protect my captain and crewmates.”

the weight of his steely gaze forced yours to bow in supplication. his eye held no harshness, but rather resolution. guilt prickled your confidence; zoro was constantly throwing his life on the line for luffy and the crew’s sake—who were you to chastise him?

“we all worry about you,” you murmured, putting the cloth down. you would thank him, but you know he would simply brush it off as his duty, as nothing noteworthy.

you grabbed a pair of gloves and pulled them on your hands. opening a jar of salve that chopper had made specifically for zoro’s injuries, you scooped some out and met his grey eye. “this is a new treatment that chopper created using plants native to the birdie kingdom. he wanted me to tell you that while it’s effective at healing wounds quickly, it has an unpleasant sting.”

“nothin’ i can’t handle,” he smirked.

you couldn’t help but roll your eyes with a huff. “well, consider yourself warned.” with that, you moved to treat his head wound first. as you pushed his hair back and dabbed the balm on his gash, zoro jerked away from you with a hiss.

your eyes widened in surprise, a litany of apologies rushing from your lips. he held up a large hand to stop your rambling. “’m fine,” he said through gritted teeth, sounding decidedly less-than-fine. “just stings a little, s’all.”

you bit your tongue and hummed in response. throwing out an “i told you so” would be rude, although the mirth that sparkled in your eyes wasn’t lost on the swordsman. once he resituated himself, you returned your attention to treating the wound. without thinking, you rested one of your hands on his shoulder, steadying both of you.

zoro’s body shook as he willed himself to remain quiet despite the pain that seared his skin. he hadn’t thought his wounds were bad until that salve had touched him. his mind wandered back to the present, and he went rigid when he felt the soft hand that had settled on his shoulder. he tried not to panic when he realized how close you were to him, the cute way you knit your brows in concentration, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth.

“there we go,” you said with a proud smile.

you began to lift your hand from zoro’s shoulder, but his arm shot up and he gripped your wrist before you could pull away. frozen in place, you looked back and forth between zoro’s hold and the intense look on his face. the air in the room felt oppressive.

what did i do wrong? did i hurt zoro? is he mad? negative thoughts breezed in and out of your head before his gravelly voice cut off your self-doubt.

“what,” he breathed, “are you doing to me?”

“huh?” your brain couldn’t register the meaning behind his words. “i told you, zoro, i’m just trying to help and—”

he shook his head, knowing he would screw up if he tried to explain himself in words. instead, he slowly peeled the glove—now sticky with salve—off of your hand and tossed it into the trash. he then guided your palm and pressed it against his bare chest, his rough hand wholly encompassing your own. his pleading eye never left yours, and you looked at him in wonder as you felt his heart thump thump thump thump beneath your fingertips.

suddenly, you became aware of how close you were to him. you still knelt in front of the swordsman, your knees flush to his crossed legs. it was like your body turned to wax as you warmed then slowly melted into zoro’s fiery touch, your fingernails carving red crescents into his shoulder and your hand still clutched firmly to his chest. you swallowed, heart in your throat, as he wet his lips.

“i—” he began then abruptly stopped with a wry chuckle, dimples on display for a split second. your gaze slipped down to his lips then went back up to his silvery eye.

you were both silent for a few beats, when you tried, “zoro, i—”

you were interrupted by zoro’s scarred hands coming up to cradle your face before he slowly began to lean toward you. a hopeless moth to his flame, you met his chapped lips in the middle for a blistering kiss.

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Fatty Microchip

Imagine, fat boy...

Being unwittingly hooked to a Fatty machine.

A chubby ex-jock, dissatisfied by the layers of pudge he's accumulated onto his once-fit jock body, eagerly jiggling his way to have a microchip installed. A microchip supposedly meant to repress his appetite and encourage healthy living. Tiny cameras hidden at work, at home, in your car, to watch for any signs of fattiness…

But that's not what the microchip is for...that’s not what the cameras are watching for…not any longer, at least…

You see, each of you fatties, each of you lard asses has actually been implanted with a chip meant to CONTROL your weight, to CONTROL your appetite, your self-discipline, your motivation to exercise, your dignity...and considering the potential for the controls to so easily fall into the hands of a corrupted jock, a fit hottie with a vengeance, a muscle stud with a thing for fat boys...well, you could see how quickly the devices could become corrupted...

Now, after a few months of diet and exercise and self-control you were starting to see results. But something has changed. Something has altered. You've noticed you can't seem to be full, no matter what you do stuff yourself with! And you certainly aren't filling up on carrots (unless you count them when they’re in a cake!). No, it's cupcakes you're shoveling in, fat boy! Saucy burritos! Cartons of ice cream! Pancakes for breakfast, corn cakes for lunch, and cheesecake after dinner! Stuffed to the max every night!

What's worse, you have no motivation for exercise! You can't seem to get your lazy, larding butt up off the couch to do anything except to waddle to the fridge in search of more food! You're tubbing up, barely able to fit into your clothes! The buttons on your pants, your shirts are all getting tight! Bunching up and straining against the fat on your stomach and love handles and chest! You look like a tick about to POP, fatty!

But little do you know, as you stuff your face, bingeing as your eyes glaze over in front of the TV. Little do you know as you waddle around at work, as the guys laugh in the corner while you jiggle by, self-consciously stuffing yourself with another snack cake from the breakroom, that the men hired to watch you, to adjust your microchip when you’re feeling lazy or hungry, that they are the ones doing this to you. You had no idea that as you stuff yourself, shoveling in plate after plate at your favorite restaurant, glugging down milkshakes in front of your teasing friends, helping yourself to seconds, thirds, fourths of your buddy’s birthday cake—that behind the screens, a cluster of men are watching you, laughing their asses off as yours threatens to bust the seams of your pants!

You see, because you’ve become something of a guinea pig, fat boy. Their guinea pig. Whenever they see your appetite decrease, these workers flip a switch, dialing up your hunger, watching as you ravenously gut the fridge, cramming in whatever you can fit into your tubbing, insatiable belly! When they see the seams on your pants fighting to hold on for dear life, they press a button, sending your head into a tizzy as you immediately begin to gorge. When you go for a run, they twist your mind, making you doubt yourself, making you self-conscious. As if everyone is watching your juicy tits jiggle on your chest. As if the jocks who pass you easily on the trail can see the way your ass quivers and shakes!

And they keep feeding you, fat boy, making you feed yourself, helplessly ballooning in your own home! Crammed into briefs that will bust at any moment, mindlessly stuffing yourself! Unable to stop, to do anything but succumb, outgrow your clothes, become trapped by embarrassment as your body expands like dough! As you give whatever little control you had over to gluttony, contained and controlled and in the hands of jocks whose lone agenda is to make you thicken like a tubby butter ball. Like a fat, pathetic, remote-controlled toy!

[asheloop]

Showers | Toji Fushiguro

A/N: english is NOT my first language. If there are any grammatical mistakes, please lmk.

Warnings: +18 content, NSFW, f!reader, public sex, spitting, squirt, overstimulation, chocking, praising.

Synopsis: Toji fucks you dumb in the gym showers.

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I look for him around the place but I don't find him.

That's weird.

He comes every Tuesday without fail.

I keep doing cardio on the treadmill.

Getting warmed up to start my routine.

With my peripheral view, I see the glass door opens, and a very familiar figure passes through it.

It's him.

I try not to make obvious the smile that appears on my face, but it's almost impossible.

Quickly, I take off my hoodie, staying only in the sports top I bought the other day thinking on using it a day like today cause is the only day that we train at the same hour.

He passed by my side, and our eyes connected for a second, went around the machines, and got prepared for warming up, leaving a treadmill between us.

I turn my head to look at him and greet him with a nice and soft "hi Mr Fushiguro~"

He's wearing a pair of gray sweatpants, I have to fight back the urge to look down where his bulge is. The black compression shirt that makes his biceps and pects look bigger doesn't help either.

He looks down at my breasts but just for a second before looking back at my eyes, and a little smirk forms on his lips. Yes, I noticed that.

He greets me back with a low "hey" and goes back to his business.

Once I'm done with cardio, I start with my routine. Today's legs day.

I start with hip thrusts, next work on my abductors, and then cable kicks.

I stand in front of the mirror for my fourth exercise, weight squats, and I can see Toji heading to the chest-press machine that is right behind me.

I look at him in the mirror. He scowls with each repetition. He's so handsome. I catch him looking at me a few times, and I decide it's time to make my move.

I do one last squat and pretend to run out of strength to get up.

Fortunately, he noticed and approached to me "here let me help ya" he says.

He stands behind me, squats, and grabs the bar as if it weighted nothing.

I stand up alongside him and pull my butt towards him, brushing it against his crotch, I feel his breath in the back of my neck.

"Thank you," I say with a seductive voice.

He put the bar on the squat rack and it did not go unnoticed when he rubs his cock against me this time.

We connect our gazes in the mirror, and I smile softly.

He takes a step back. "No problem," he says, turns around, and goes back to his training, not without checking me out first.

That was all the interaction we had, I was hoping he'd make a conversation, but he didn't.

Once I'm done with my routine, I head to the showers, a little disappointed.

The hot water hits my body, I close my eyes and let out a little whimper of pleasure when I feel my muscles relaxing.

From afar, I can hear a door open.

I don't mind it, could be another girl who also finished her training and wants to take a relaxing shower.

When I open my eyes, the door that separates my shower from the hallway opens, and I see him.

Toji's tall frame just stands there a few seconds, all sweaty due to the workout session, exploring my body with his eyes.

I react and grab him by the forearm to get him inside, making sure he doesn't get his clothes wet.

"What are you doing here? This is the girls' room." I say.

He closes the door behind him without taking his gaze away from mine.

A smile shows up on his face, and I almost fall to my knees.

"I know what you were doing out there" he says.

"And what was I doing?" I ask, playing innocent.

"Attempting to seduce me, rubbing that cute ass of yours direct on my crotch. Think I wouldn't tell?"

"Well, did it work?" I dare ask.

His gaze goes down at my bare chest.

"Fuck, you have no idea"

I can't take it anymore, grabbing him by his neck and pulling him down to my height, I give the first step by kissing him, he wraps his arms around my ribcage, pulling me even closer to him.

The water now falls on both of us.

The kiss is fast, desperate. His hands now are grabbing and squeezing my ass.

His tongue finds mine in my mouth, I suck it, and Toji moans in the middle of the kiss.

He pulls away with his breathing quickening, just like mine.

He takes off his shirt, which is soaking wet, and throws it away.

The wet sweatpants sticked to his big legs, and his cock bulged under them, rock hard.

God, he looks huge.

When he pulls them down, I confirm the almost monster of a dick he has. Long and thick, with a pretty pink tip that has a shiny pearl of precum on the slit. My mouth watered to that sight.

He lifts me from the back of my thighs, holding me tight so I don't slip.

I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, I can feel his dick throbbing against my pussy.

Toji slides a hand down to grab his cock, rubs the tip up and down my hole, getting it wet, giving little taps to my clit that makes me squirm in his arms.

He slips inside me slowly, I can feel every vein, every twitch, he keeps going til his tip hits my cervix, til he's all the way in, waiting for me to get used to his massive girth.

When I nod at him, letting him know that I'm prepared, he grabs me by the fat of my ass and starts moving his hips back and forth, first with calm moves only to speed up afterward.

I try to keep myself quiet in case someone comes into the room, but his pace is so fast and messy that it's not easy to keep it down.

I look for a way to contain my moans scratching his broad shoulders with my fingernails, approaching my mouth to his ear to bite and suck his earlobe.

He lets out a husky groan when my kisses go down his neck, biting softly not to hurt him and kissing again. His dick throbbed.

Abruptly he stops his movements.

"Don't do that," he starts whining.

Apparently, one of his weak spots, I smiled and ignored his warning and kept giving him sloppy kisses, leaving some marks here and there, going up his tense jawline to slide my tongue there.

"I'm s-sensitive there. Stop, I'm not telling you twice," he warns.

I decide is enough teasing and end with a last kiss on his jugular.

He grabs my ass with strength, and this time, he keeps his hips still and starts moving me up and down on his length at a speed that makes me hold even tighter on his shoulders for fear of falling. He uses me like a toy.

The sound of his balls hitting against me could be heard in every corner of the room.

I can't think straight anymore, feeling that familiar knot down my belly, my toes tense up and I can feel my pussy getting tighter, clamping around Toji's dick.

And, of course, he can feel it too.

"You're close, aren't ya?" he asks with a smirk. All I can do is nod my head, eyes barely open, biting my lips so I can shut my moans but failing greatly.

"Cum for me then, be a good fucking girl and c-cum all over this cock."

And as if his words triggered something in me, I cum.

"T-there you go," he says.

He puts me down, I rest my feet on the wet ground, with my legs trembling, holding onto his strong arms.

"Turn around, hands on the wall," he commanded.

And I do, I turn around, my hands on the wall and my legs spread, and I swing my hips teasing him.

I jump when a heavy hand hit with my soft ass in a spank.

I turn my head to see him in the eye with a big smile on my face.

"Quit being a tease."

He gets on his knees, with his rough hands splits apart my ass cheeks, pulls his face closer to my center and spits right on my clit. My pussy clenched around nothing.

"Shit pussy's so greedy" he says before standing up again.

He gives a few pumps to his dick, aligns it with my hole, and shoves only the tip in.

"Tell me how bad you want it."

"S-so bad, I want it so ah f-fucking bad please"

"Please, what?" he asks.

"P-please, sir."

"Good girl," he grunts.

One hand grabs my waist and the other guides his cock to shove it all the way in again.

I'm so ridiculously wet that slips in outright.

His movements are so fucking desperate.

Tip hitting my g-spot just right.

We both stayed silent when we heard a door closing, followed by steps and running water from another shower.

Toji stops his moves, and I let out a little whimper in protest.

Slowly, he begins to move his hips back and forth, his dick in and out. One of his hands goes to my neck and squeezes around it, Toji approaches my ear and, with a rusky voice, tells me, "Keep it down if you don't wanna get caught."

I squeeze tight around him.

"Fuck, you like that idea no?"

I bite my lip, "Mhm..."

"Although the idea turns me on like shit, it’s gonna be better if we don’t get caught," then his other hand goes to my mouth and puts his fingers inside my mouth to shut my moans. His slender, long fingers reach my throat and a gag around them.

When we hear the other person turning off the shower and closing the door behind her, Toji takes his fingers out of my mouth, covered in my saliva. He guides his fingers down my body. When they reach my bundle of nerves, he pinches it with his index and thumb. I squirm and let out a soft cry of pleasure.

He increases the pace of his thrusts suddenly and rubs my clit with speed. I can feel my second orgasm close and I let him know.

"Ohh f-fuck, right there~ I'm gonna... cum again... p-please keep... keep going." My eyes rolled back.

"I know, baby, I know... give it to me... FUCK your pussy feels too good."

I scream and cum so fucking hard that I start seeing blurry.

"Shit, I'm so close," he says without slowing down, which makes me feel overstimulated.

Tears fall down my face, mixing with the warm water still falling on us.

"S-slow down... it's too m-much."

"You can take it, baby," he grunts.

My cunt clamps around Toji's aching cock vigorously, all my muscles contract.

A loud and sharp moan emerged from my throat, and a hot liquid leaked down my thighs.

"Holy shit, d-did you just squirt?"

Toji tightened the grab on my hips, and his thrusts started to get erratic.

He pulls out his dick leaving a feeling of emptiness in me, grabs it with one hand, and pumps it fast.

"Oh fuck ooh my g-god gonna cum."

And he does. He shots his load on my ass, and all his seed fell down the curve of my butt and down the back of my thigh.

"Shit, you did it so good."

I turn around, and he kisses me, this time with gentleness. When he backs up, we look at each other in the eye and smile, and then he says;

"Wanna go to ma place?"

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Cujo

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Supersoldier!FemReader

Description: A monster in human skin, a weapon disguised as a person, no thoughts, no emotion, as per design. He despises you and everything you stand for. He’s tried to kick you out of his squad and failed, he’s made it his mission to break you no matter the cost.

It comes as a surprise when he asks you to lie and say you love him.

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[Angst, Light NSFW]

Chapter 2 "Chocolate Mousse"

A rainy day among the desert summer heat was a welcome sight.

The only drawback was that if anyone wanted to exercise they’d be confined to the closed-off gym instead of the dusty freedom of the training field.

So that’s where you currently were, sparring with your Lieutenant while the rain pattered away at the flat roof of the spacious facility, tucked away in one of the rooms. And by sparring, you understood dodging every curved fist and grabby hands flung your way while doing nothing to reciprocate. Your hands hung placidly by your sides, shoulders slack and face relaxed in neutrality as you pounced back every time Ghost lunged.

Why he insisted on hand-to-hand combat with you in particular, was beyond your comprehension, why anyone at base would want such a match – even less so. It was factually unfair, your advantage over the Lieutenant was a laughing matter, both your speed and strength far outmatched his. You were built to win, always, so why on Earth was he so hell-bent on fighting a battle already lost?

It made no sense, but you were a good dog, you didn’t question his antics, his drive, only bent your head in submission when he’d ordered you to the training facility.

The fluorescent lamps buzz leisurely above your head, a comforting white noise for your ears. Droplets of sweat plink against the rubber matting of the floor, your Lieutenant leaving a trail behind you both as he deliberately works you into a corner. His grunts strained, suppressed behind bared teeth hidden under the sheet of his mask, his eyes creased, shadowed by his lowered brows. He’s becoming frustrated, and you’re well aware of it, but despite his irritation with your passive ways, you stick to them.

You won’t risk him ending up injured because you misjudged just what force his body can withstand, you aren’t keen on finding out today how much you can batter him before he collapses. A punch flung astray accompanied by a sliver of carelessness could lead to you carrying him to the med bay with a broken ribcage.

No, that won’t do at all, not with your deployment coming up.

But he doesn’t want your gentle handling, he doesn’t want your merciful pity and pacifism. He wants a fight, to stir some vigor in your devoid eyes, to see a spark in them because on the battlefield you look the most alive and he needs you as such always.

You dodge another swing, upper body leaning back and knees bending to support your shift of weight. You watch the large fist swish past you almost in slow motion because to you Ghost is slow, everyone is slow. Having keen reflexes and awareness far surpassing those of the average person was a blessing and a curse, you picked up too much from your surroundings, and often times it became oppressive in your day-to-day. But during combat, it was good, needed even if it made the whole encounter disinteresting and plain bland.

He stumbles and you instinctively reach forward to cushion his fall, arms outstretched and ready to catch him. With a curse under his breath and a jerk of his leg, he steadies himself before reaching the floor. You step back to give him space, your baby hairs led astray from their neatness against your forehead by your abrupt motions.

“You miss the memo, Cadet?”

Your brows raise at his growl and the nasty look he tosses at you over his shoulder as he slowly straightens from his bent-over pose. He turns to face you fully, rolls his shoulders and cracks his neck with one palm under his chin. The muscles beneath his compression shirt ripple and shift like coy fish under a still pond.

A hand reaches to slick the stray strands from your eyes back into your crown, ghost over the braided hair at the back of your head, left to grow too long because you couldn’t be bothered visiting the barber at base. Your lips part to speak, but the Lieutenant has more on his mind, predicts your question before it rolls off your tongue.

“We’re sparring, yeah? Not playin’ tag. Gotta hit me.” He steps forward, surging through the air with arms spread wide to try to grab and tackle you, his entire body thrust towards you by his powerful thighs. When you step out of his way and flatten yourself against the wall to avoid his deadly hug, his temper spills over. “Fight back, damn it!”

When you move away from the wall he takes his chance, swinging an iron calf at your knees to set you off balance. Again you manage to escape, jump out of his range as if you were simply avoiding a splash of paint on the ground, unbothered, silent, bored.

“Fight back.” He snarls venomously, his glare piercing cold and demanding. “That’s an order!”

And like a good dog, you obey.

You jerk forward and grasp his ankle in a painful hold, tight enough to make him falter. Sometimes he forgets you’re a monster, mistakes you for a cowardly runt until he forces you to remind him.

His bulky arms are wrapped around his head protectively as you bend down and fling him over your shoulder without much excretion, face first into the floor. His eyes widen for only a second as he flies through the air like a feather, then squeeze shut as the rubber matting hastens into his sight. He buries his nose into the crook of his elbow to soften the impact as much as possible. The air is knocked out of his lungs, a choppy gasp forced out of him as he’s planted against the floor with firm force.

“Fuckin’ hell…”

When he unfurls to look back, he sees you standing above him like a predator, unwavering, stoic, bloody majestic even. Each of your feet is planted firmly on either side of his waist, head tilted to the side and an unimpressed expression carving at least something into your blank features, your hands crossed behind your back. You look almost cocky, he likes it.

“I win.”

He barks out a laugh at your words, at how absolutely defeated they sound leaving your lips. Of course, you’re not satisfied, this is child’s play to you, most enemies don’t even reach this close to you before they’re ripped apart. Ghost takes it upon himself to make your experience more engaging despite the threat of looking like a flailing child in your eyes. It’s a risk he’s willing to take if only to see something shine in those crystalline orbs of yours.

“Not over yet.” He barks through his protesting lungs and rolls around in a flash, wrapping his arms around your knees and pushing back with all his might.

Now you end up on the floor, stumbling briefly, not expecting him to keep his zest for sparring going after your humiliating toss. Your legs are bent back into your chest, spread apart, and folded between the two of you as he hovers above you, locking you in place. There’s a twinkle in his eye, beads of sweat tracing his brow and even through the mask you can see him smirking.

You press your hands against his shoulders, watching him pant above you, shifting on his haunches, his chest puffed out in male pride. The position does something to him and you’re too blissfully unaware to pick up the subtle shift. He already reeks of sweat and testosterone, he’s already pleasantly riled up by finally getting the upper hand albeit briefly.

An ember is kindles deep in his belly and his vice grip on you falters as he silently gazes down at you. Salty droplets drip onto your cheeks and trace patterns over your skin, you take a mental note to shower after this fiasco is over.

He softens, leans down slowly. It’s when he’s unguarded and his nose gently bumps against yours that you act.

The biggest mistake you make is flip the two of you over and sit on his face like a throne, squishing him between your thighs with the intent of cutting off his oxygen, crotch to his mouth so plushly pressed you can feel his stubble through both mask and leggings.

The whole point was to make him tap out and end this so you can finally get your afternoon snack, but unfortunately for you, not everything goes as planned. Something muffled and unintelligible comes from him as he grabs at your hips. He chokes on a moan and then you finally understand your predicament. You recoil in an instant and he pushes you off him the rest of the way with a gruff “get off”.

 “I…” You begin, then falter, reaching a hand for him with your best apologetic look. “Apologies, Lieutenant. It was not my intention.”

He’s on his feet already, back turned to you and palming his hard cock in place.

“Ain’t your fault, Hound.”

You stand and walk to one of the windows to let some fresh air in, hoping the chill the rain has brought will ease the stirring in his grey sweats. The storm still wages war outside, the lightning has subsided and all you can hear and smell is the downpour. It’s calm, pleasant, it dissipates the musky stench in the small training room, the cool air caresses your cheeks and you take in a deep breath.

You sit on the matting before the window, gaze outside at the deserted grounds dotted with only a handful of passersby, military staff rushing to their offices with briefcases over their heads in an attempt to stay somewhat dry. Resting your chin on one knee and wringing your arms around your leg, you invite Ghost silently to join you in the moment once he’s made himself decent and shaken away the fickle embarrassment.

You don’t expect him to relent considering the incident in his office a few days prior. There had been no word spoken regarding your kiss, you liked it as such, it was simple this way and you can discard the memory as a moment of weakness. You’re not one to pry or delve into matters that do not impact you physically in any way. Being devoid of a heart has its perks, you’re not weighed down by feeble emotions such as lust or regret, love or hate. You could care less if you never kissed him again, it’s just his mouth against yours, it changes nothing in your life.

And you can only hope he shares your sentiment and that his awkward boner was spurred on by your brawl and not you specifically.

Contrary to your speculations, he does join you.

Back to back, you sit together, him staring into nothingness, his eyes latched to the patterns painted over the walls while you gaze mindlessly out the window. The heat radiating off his body is intense, it brings a flush to your face, makes the cold air sting against the tip of your nose. It’s delightful really, if only he could be this approachable and calm all the time.

But he was, unfortunately, a man burdened heavily and you didn’t ease his woes in any way. If anything, you made his days more difficult despite being a thorn in his eye unwittingly.

You lean back into him, as comrades do when sharing a small serene moment. His body tenses behind you. Your protruding spine slots in the crevice of his, between the two hills of muscle on either side of his back. It’s a perfect fit, funny how such physical formations align, how the right man and woman fit together like puzzle pieces.

“Are you calm, Lieutenant?”

He leaves the question to hang in the air for a few minutes before giving out a somber reply.

“Ye…”

A gust of cold air can do wonders for the body.

“Why do you keep me around when you detest me so?” You ask next and crane your neck just a bit to catch a glimpse of his mask as your cheek is pressed against his shoulder. “Do you love me? Hate me?”

A lonesome sigh, it makes his skin crawl at how real and packed it sounds. But he knows better than to believe in it. Your voice is lukewarm, a meek lull, almost normal.

“It’s confusing. You’re a complicated man.”

Whichever he picks, whatever he answers, he knows you don’t care. It’s just curiosity, there’s no hidden agenda, no fluttering of the heart be it from spite or repressed affections.

So he doesn’t answer right away, partly because it doesn’t matter what he says, partly because he can’t, it’s a haze to him as much as it is to you. It used to be that you were too dangerous to let loose in anyone else’s care, he’d rather do the job of being your zookeeper by himself and properly. As time went on though, his compass started to shift in a different direction and now he wasn’t sure which way it was pointing.

He sticks to what he knows clearly, decides that’s a suitable reply and it will sate whatever boredom caused you to bring up the topic, at least for the time being.

“Would rather you stay in my hands over the enemy’s.”

“Is that all there is to it?” You ponder out loud, then hum softly and slack against him as if he were your pillow. With both legs stretched out and your hands lifelessly left to rest in your lap, you breathe him in, the smell of pine and cigarettes, a heavy and hearty odor. You’ve grown to subconsciously seek it out when he’s not within eyesight, grown to cherish it because it’s the closest thing you have to a home.

With your eyes lifted to the grey, cloud-riddled sky you give him your name, the one blotted out of every document and identification file, the one scratched out of existence, the one before Hound, and the made-up one in your reports. He freezes, nearly wheezes, you hear his breath hitch and he turns back to look over his shoulder.

“What?”

“You entrust your life to me on the field.” You say gently, the words barely above a whisper, soft as cotton. “I entrust my life to you now…But do keep it to yourself, please. Sergeant MacTavish will not take well to your advantage in my personal life.”

His raspy chuckle is your given vow of secrecy. After that, all is silence.

The spec of intimacy, the sharing of vulnerable information, the feeling of your back pressed against his, it makes his head spin, like a cigarette after a good training session. He basks in the feeling, imagining himself as someone special enough to you to deserve the precious knowledge you’ve bestowed upon him. There’s a lump in his throat at the possibility of searching you up and finding more information about you, maybe even seeing your visage before the augmentations.

But does he want to invade your privacy after you’ve trusted him?

No, he wants the information to come from you. He wants to earn it, whether in the fire of an argument or the tenderness of a lover’s embrace, it doesn’t matter.

You stay as such until the hairs on your arms prickle and your skin is littered with goosebumps. There’s a numbness to your fingers and your nose has become stuffy, suits you right for dressing in only a flimsy top with a storm on the horizon.

“You like to eat, yeah?”

The question comes out of the blue and your first reaction is to nod. You glance at him, find his chocolate iris trained on you in the corner of his eye. You listen to his steady breaths, the sound of his stubble scratching against the confine of his mask as he strains to look back at you.

“I have to rebuild my muscle mass. It’s nice when the food is good, but it doesn’t make a difference in the end. I eat to live, not live to eat.”

“Got a favorite dish?” He inquires lightheartedly as if he were speaking to a child or a dear friend.

The answer comes automatically, you don’t even need to think.

“No.”

“Pick something then.” He’s fast to quip back and you’re left with a task that you’re not used to undertaking – making a choice.

It stiffens you up in a way, he feels you go rigid behind him and lean your head away from his shoulder, the tender eye contact suddenly broken and the wavering scene of intimacy buried alive by the dark shadow of intrusive thoughts. You’re left with a whirling mind that somehow is completely blank and nothing comes out of your mouth when you try to speak.

How long has it been since you had the privilege of choice? How many years since you had been brainwashed into the obedient, nearly android-like state of today? It had been a necessary change added for the safety of your superiors, being stripped of feeling anything was to prevent rebellion and individuality. You’d willingly undergone the procedures knowing the sacrifice you were making and yet, it had never bothered you, it felt liberating not to be weighed down by personality or emotion.

That was until two minutes ago.

The rain is deafened by a strange shrieking in your ears.

“Hound?” The weight of his upper body is rested on one palm firmly planted against the floor as he turns halfway to get a better look at you. There’s a grimness to your face, a distance in your eyes stretching miles and for a moment Ghost believes he’s royally fucked up in some way.

“Hound.” He tries again and grabs you by the shoulder to try and make you focus on him. He knows that look, the expression, it resembles his when he looks in the mirror late at night after one too many drinks that fail to numb his demons.

“Pup, look at – ”

“ – Pizza.”

He blinks once, twice, then arches a brow and you see the mask tighten with a smirk.

“Pizza?”

“Yeah.” You nod and face him fully, a hint of a smile cracking your apathetic demeanor and reeling his heart.

He plays it off as if it’s nothing, blazes inside like a bonfire at the spec of humanity finally, finally creeping through an otherwise vacant canvas. He pretends not to see it because he doesn’t want to scare it away, stands up and dusts himself off.

“I’ll come get you at eighteen hundred.” He doesn’t even spare you a glance as he speaks and a moment later he’s out of the training room and down the hall, leaving you behind in blissful silence.

You watch him leave wordlessly from your position on the floor, his pace is languid, too unbothered and uncanny for him. He’s masking something, what exactly you’re unsure of, but if it correlates with you earning yourself a slice of pizza, then you’re not fussed about the ordeal.

You return to your small quarters for a thorough, long shower to warm your chilled bones and frosted flesh. A veil of steam accompanies you once you step out on squishy feet.

The room was by no means cozy, the furniture stopped at the bare necessities, and decorations were non-existent. It was bland, devoid of a personality and it perfectly reflected you as an individual, if you could even call yourself that.

Judging by the clock on your nightstand, you’d been soaking for nearly an hour, a small luxury you were permitted every once in a while, one of very few. Your limbs feel heavy with relaxation as you collapse onto your bed, letting the sheets aid your plain white towel in soaking the droplets off your body.

Thoughts delicately dance around the confines of your mind, materializing before your eyes in the cream-yellow ceiling like a picture book. Time-passers, random jumbles to help the minutes tick by because you have no other occupation outside of exercise and paperwork, no phone to play a game on, no book to read. Most of the time, that’s not a problem, you’re always busied with orders and instructions and barely have a moment to sit down for a meal, but on rare occasions such as today, the pleasantry of free time is a burden.

An eternity passes before there’s a knock on your door, you’re already dressed and good to go, sitting on the edge of your bed, hunched over and still as a statue, locked within your head until you’re ripped back to reality. Your eyes snap at the sound and you nearly lunge, spurred on by hunger, purposefully choosing to skip dinner for the prospect of something better than another dry steak and overcooked vegetables.

“Let’s go.” Ghost motions for you to follow once you’ve appeared from behind the door and you follow along the muddy field and bustling barracks.

The rain has stopped and the base is lively again, soldiers are speeding left and right, zipping past you in a rush with either gear or papers in hand. You walk behind the stoic Lieutenant, using him as a shield to avoid the annoyance of anyone bumping into you. Despite your uncanny looks, compared to the rest of your military establishment’s occupants, you’re small enough to neglect and trample over.

Your boots sink into the squishy soil, and the sheen of water sloshes around your soles and makes them sticky. You’re careful, make sure no mud comes to stain the tips of your jeans. The lights at the base flicker on to illuminate the grounds as the sun sets prematurely today, choked in a sea of clouds, the glare twinkling brightly against the trembling surface of puddles. When a Humvee nears you step to Ghost’s side to avoid being potentially splashed and stay there as he guides you to the vehicle storage unit.

His bike is waiting there, freshly waxed and glossy, nearly sparkling.

“Where are we going, Lieutenant?” You ask and glide your hand over the smooth leather of the seat, in awe at how preserved it is coupled with a keen interest in having your first bike ride.

“To grab a bite to eat.” He responds as if you should have reached that conclusion by yourself, and tosses a helmet at you he retrieves from the display on the wall. “Put it on.”

He secures his own helmet and lifts the visor, the black plastic contrasting with the pearly white skull painted over it – his signature you presume, even when off duty he sticks to skulls. Sometimes you wonder what truly drives his love for the peculiar markings, a skull on every mask, skeleton hands on the majority of his gloves.

“Ever been on one o’ these before?”

“No.” You answer as you nestle on the seat behind him.

He turns to look you over and reaches back to grab your wrists before pulling them around his thick waist.

“Hold onto me, Backpack.”

You tilt your head at the new nickname but refrain from questioning him, preferring to keep his mood light for as long as possible. Instead, you follow his instructions and cling to him, scoot a little closer until you’re pressed flush against him and your thighs rub against each other’s. He nods at your adjustment and with a grunt of warning lifts his knees and plants his feet on the pegs.

You’re off after that, slowly to the entrance of the base and then smoothly sailing down the highway towards the city.

The rumbling of the engine is a constant tune in your ears, the wind beating against your arms and legs, creeping past your clothes and nipping at your skin, cool and refreshing, you can smell it even through the helmet. In combination with the world passing by you, it’s like a drug, lamp post after lamp post passes in a blur and it makes your heart race at how fast you’re moving, it feels the same as skydiving, you feel like you’re flying, free.

You don’t even realize when your hands slip beneath Ghost’s jacket to palm at the thin layer of fat over his strong stomach, not until the flesh beneath your fingers shudders. You’re too preoccupied with your bliss, lost in another moment of pure tranquility even if you felt underdressed for the occasion.

If you’d known, you would have taken a thicker top, but the Lieutenant wasn’t one to acknowledge the comfort of others or comfort’s existence in general.

Cars pass you by, the breeze whisks the tips of your hair peeking from beneath the helmet.

The plains of the vast yellow grass hills, devoid of water for most of the summer and burnt, give way to a concrete jungle. There is no easing into the metropolis, it’s all busy streets and tall buildings from the outskirts to the very core. People going home after a long day of work, the chatter of civilization, the honking of traffic the scent of sewage and overflowing garbage bins. Flashing lights, illuminated windows in every building and neon signs, the sizzling of street food being prepared and the clinking of glasses from the outdoor tables of restaurants. It wasn’t your favorite occupation on the planet, far from it even, but once upon a time you resided in a place much similar to this city. It used to be home and that nostalgic feeling still lingers in present times.

Ghost’s driving switches from fast and exciting to gentle and mindful as he guides you through the streets, he knows the place unlike you, and there’s not an ounce of hesitancy as he traverses around. He pulls to a stop at the corner of a small boulevard heavy with a cluster of shops.

When he straightens and stretches you release your vice grip on his upper body and unclasp the helmet from your head before carding through your matted hair. Nighttime is the perfect time for you to be out and about among the general population, the dusk hides your distinct eyes well and you can easily blend in with a crowd if only you avoid sharp direct light.

The aroma of baking dough and freshly cut flowers mixes in your nostrils and once the helmet is off you sniff the air like a hound. Guided by your keen sense, your head snaps to the flower shop closing up some distance away from you. A tiny pizza place on wheels stationed right next to it.

“You like flowers, eh?”

Ghost’s orbs followed the direction of your gaze, finding the source of your attention in the colorful display of plants being ushered inside the glass-paneled shop. He secures the bike and gets off before removing his helmet and glancing at you in question.

“I don’t care for them.” Is your first blip of words before you’ve properly processed the question, then you add as you lazily blink at him. “But they smell nice.”

“Which ones smell the best?��

You tilt your chin at the handful of orchids stuffed inside a large vase and the Lieutenant takes a quick memory note. Maybe one day he might buy you some.

“C’me on.” He rears his nose at the pizza place, apparently just as starved as you for a hot slice after a day of rain and stiff fingers.

Soon enough, your hands are full and while steam is coming off the fresh food, beads of water are gathering over the non-alcoholic beer cans. You’re led to a small park with a fountain in the middle, the mix of stone and vegetation is welcoming and you take in the sight as you sit down on one of the benches. A part of you had forgotten what civilization looked like, it’s marvelous when in small doses.

“You like it?” There’s a pinch of something in his voice, a fond spark. He watches you wolf down the pizza with vigor before licking the grease off your lips and opening the beer cans. One is handed to him and he takes it with a simple “thanks”.

“Yes.” You nod curtly through your last mouthful before washing it all down with a few sips. You lean back into the bench with a sigh, satisfied and sated, and look up at the peaks of the towering buildings. “What I don’t understand is why you took me here.”

There’s a silence after your question slips out as Ghost mimics your posture, leans back, and rests one arm on the backrest of the bench as his other holds his beer on his knee. He follows your eyes, stares outward at the bustling city, and muses over his answer. The lights twinkle in his eyes, he slackens and his leather jacket squeaks and creases at the crooks of his elbows, then he lets loose a breath.

“Tryin’a court you, love.”

You hum at that and avert your snowy orbs to him, a small frown tugging at your lips before you take a swig from your can and clear the fizz out of your throat.

“Why?”

“Dunno.” He shrugs, takes a sip and the beer is thrice as bitter on his tongue now, it makes him grimace subtly and leave the can by his feet. “I like you. Want you to like me too.”

In a way, you pity him. Harboring affection for you is a dead-end to a doomed mission, but you were sure he knew this already and it was blinding emotion that drove him into having faith that something might change. You’d give him your heart if you could, he was a good man after all, but there was no heart to give. There was no spark to flourish, you were a void, as per design, and you couldn’t reciprocate even if you desperately wanted to.

“There’s no point to that.” You murmur and dust the crumbs off your lap with distinct displeasure, as if you’re trying to push away his advances.

“There often ain’t.” He scoffs at your remark, the sound deep and guttural with a twinge of hoarseness from the cold beer. He glances at you with a fond albeit bitter smile. You’re a golden comedian at times, should get a medal for your bluntness, but you aren’t wrong, never are and if he wasn’t plagued by the sting of rejection and apathy, he’d be irked. “You kissed me, gave me your name. Thought there was a chance you saw me differently than the rest.”

“I indulge you because your interest in me burdens you. My devotion to you as my Lieutenant and Squad mate is not the same as affection.”

Dry facts and an unbothered expression. One day he’ll grow tired of your indifference and finally let go of whatever obsession has possessed him, but until then he’s stuck fighting a losing battle. It’s a blow to his masculinity, how uncaring you are of him considering he’s gotten his fair share of lustful stares and wanton touches both at base and outside. But you also never outright reject him and so he’s kept in a never-ending loop of what-ifs, motivated by the little jewels of softness and tender moments you wind up sharing with him.

Still, sometimes, your straight-to-the-point demeanor catches him off guard and he responds with emotion before reason can take over. Now is no different.

“Bloody hell, Hound, you really know how to ruin a moment.” He gruffs and shifts in his seat. His resting hand hangs over your shoulder, his fingertips brushing against the cotton of your collar and relishing the heat emanating from your neck.

He’s stubborn, you’ll give him that.

And it’s a laughable thing, the situation you’re in. He could simply order you to sleep with him because he knows the extent of your loyalties and your denial of morals. However, that won’t be enough. He needs you to relent, wants you to crumble in his hands. It’s a rather dark scenario – pursuing you until you eventually tire and give in, but you’re no normal rabbit to make a hunt out of. Maybe that was why he was so devoted.

His hardest catch would be the biggest prize in his mind. The fool…

“The only thing I’ve ruined is your delusion.”

The temperature was low before, with the utter fall of night, it falls even more and you’re forced to move closer to him in order to preserve some heat. It’s a contradicting action to your words, and it’s what he lives for and you’re inclined to believe that this was his idea all along. Get you close because you have no choice despite your verbal refusal to his affections.

“Indulging, huh?” He sneers, you heart it heavy in his words as he looks down at you like you’re a dame in distress. He wraps his arm around you, pulls you tight against his side and you don’t gather enough zest to protest. “Keep indulging me then.”

After a long pause, you find your voice long enough to question his alluding taunt. If he thought you were tucked under his armpit out of your own volition, he was dead wrong. It was only natural in such cold weather, had nothing to do with you suddenly becoming reciprocating, and had no hidden meaning.

“Sir?”

“Kiss me.” He orders softly and curls his forefinger under your chin, tilting it up so you’re forced to lock eyes. “That’s an order.”

And like a good dog, you obey.

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Masterlist

[anystalker707]

Him with an s/o who works out (Zoro / Sanji / Ace)

Pairings: Roronoa Zoro x [gender neutral] Reader Vinsmoke Sanji x [gender neutral] Reader Portgas D. Ace x [gender neutral] Reader Summary: Headcanons for how he acts about you working out cuz you wanna be strong too !! Tags: Zoro is a cool gym bro / Squeezing Zoro's tit / Sanji is a simp ! / Sanji knows nothing but he's excited / Ace is lazy af / Take care of Ace / Really tiny bits of suggestive content, nothing clear or relevant

A/N: as a gym rat, i couldn't help but write this

MASTERLIST

࿐ Roronoa Zoro

• Working out with Zoro goes two ways, basically with it shifting between who's going to lead the session since you two like to train together, but not always have the same routine—it can be both entertaining or torturing

• With Zoro, he’ll focus more on training his upper body despite not neglecting leg day (thankfully), so expect calloused hands plus barely being able to use your arms right after you finish working out—Zoro uses it as an excuse for not fucking showering, but you’re not letting that happen, not under your watch

• Being weak from tiredness also has Sanji offering to feed you since you can’t overload yourself, but he will stop as soon as Zoro says he either leaves or feeds him as well, so Sanji doesn’t risk

• Probably a lot of mobility exercises as well, and it has both of you quietly counting in unison as you stretch/practice in sync, which once had Chopper hypnotized in the corner as he watched the two of you count together to ten before changing positions and repeating it

• He will always be adding more weight because he knows you can handle it and, in the back of his mind, he doesn’t want to feel guilty if something happens to you because he couldn’t help you become strong enough. So, even if he’s really careful about you, he’ll always be sneaking on an extra plate if you don’t pay attention

• “Zoro, I saw what you did...” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Zoro...” “You’re going crazy.”

• Very good spotter. Has fast reflexes, hence if the bar threatens to slip during benching, he’ll hold it straight away, but not without complaining about you being more careful (you’ll either start bickering or you’ll send him a glare that’ll make him shut up immediately

• Will want you to sit on his back so he can do push ups, and it’s amazing how he does it as if you weren’t there. Simple thing, but very bonding, honestly

“I’m not gonna handle it! Not yet!” You furrowed your eyebrows, watching upside down-Zoro raise an eyebrow at you as he held some plates in hand that, by your math, would result in more weight added to the bar than you’d asked for.

“Yes, you are!” Zoro nodded with a hum. “Your performance is perfect already and you can go up to 12 reps, that means you’re ready for more weight.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “That’s not— Just... no.”

Zoro rolled his eyes with a sigh and stepped back. “Okay, fine, fine.”

Shaking your head, you pretended not to notice the soft clinking of the plates that he did add to the bar. Yes, he was right, but you felt like waiting a little longer until you could actually progress, but it wouldn’t hurt to try, even more with him spotting. The new weight was evident when you raised the bar off the rack after a couple of minutes determining whether your hands were in symmetric positions or not, and he carefully let you hold it by yourself. Nonetheless, you could manage to finish 8 reps

“Atta (girl/boy)!” He grinned while helping you rerack the bar. You shot him a look, which he of course pretended not to notice.

The second series wasn’t as fine since your muscles were already complaining by the end. Maybe it still left you enough energy for one more. Or not. By the middle of the third series, the weight had your muscles locked for a couple of seconds before you pushed the bar, and Zoro’s hands immediately showed up besides yours, only hovering over the metal.

“C’mon, only four to go! Four, three...”

A hiss escaped your lips at how your muscles threatened to give up, though only losing balance considerably because Zoro’s desperation startled you and dispersed your focus. “Zoro!” You groaned, lifting the bar to rerack it so you could sit up and glare at him. “I already told you I’m not dropping the bar just because I took a little longer to lift it!”

“Better safe than sorry, dumbass!” He clicked his tongue, crossing his arms—stubborn asshole.

“‘Wouldn’t be so difficult if someone hadn’t racked some extra pounds.” Your eyes narrowed at him, able to catch on how he widened his eyes and tensed his shoulders despite trying to hide it. “I’m going to add 100 extra pounds to your leg press tomorrow and we’re doing ten extra minutes of cardio!” His mouth opened and closed a couple of times as he tried to argue, only to fall silent with a big pout at the way you looked at him, despite still scowling.

• As much as you may not like it as well, you usually have cardio days when you’re the responsible one for the day

• “We don’t need cardio. It won’t make you stronger.” “You literally need it a lot, Zoro. We are always running around. Remember back in Skypiea when Enel—” “...Okay, okay, I understand.”

• You’ll be just as rigorous with him when it comes to spotting or checking his performance

• A few squeezes on his ass can help him when he’s struggling a little too much with his squats, even if he complains a little and insists that his face is red because of working out and not because you’re groping him

• “...(Y/n).” “Mind to muscle connection is important, I’m touching the muscle to show you what you’re working.” “You’re straight up just groping my tit.” “Shut the fuck up?? I’m just doing my job??”

• He does like it tho—he’ll feel like something is missing and complain that you aren’t paying proper attention to him when you’re not following every movement of his and touching him the whole time

• Bonus for slapping his ass in the “good job, bro” way in the end of the sessions

• “My quads hurt.” “Mine don’t.” “You didn’t train hard enough, that’s why.” "Shut up, Marimo!”

• “My ass hurts, but not in the way I want it to.” “...I can... um, change that?” Zoro says matter-of-factly.

• Careful with what your sparring sessions can turn into. It can be either very good or very bad.

• Also, challenges as in “can you bench/deadlift/pushup each other?” and sometimes he’ll carry you by having you sit on his shoulder and— fuck, what a man, really

“Last one, Zoro! Go low!” You cheered once he took a pause a few seconds longer than usual, extra carefully following his squat while you stood right behind him with your hands hovering under the bar, right next to his hands. “C’mon, strong boy!” He went down, but wouldn’t come up; grumbling escaped through his gritted teeth, something among the lines of ‘if it were so easy...’, but you didn’t even bother catching on to all of it. “I said c’mon!” Your hands met his ass with strength enough to have him standing up real fast.

“(Y/n)!” Zoro shouted, messily dropping the bar as fast as he could to turn back and glare at you; it wasn’t that effective, not like he wished, with that red flustered face.

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

࿐ Vinsmoke Sanji

• Waking up early in the morning along with Sanji so you can work out !! He’ll be happy to prepare you a breakfast that’ll give you all the energy you need to start your day the right way

• Can and will come to watch you train at the crow’s nest if he has time, just the biggest simp that’ll have nosebleeds every five seconds and observe you as if you were some sort of deity

• At first complained on ‘why do you have to train with stupid Marimo’, but got pretty pleased when he saw you are able to kick Zoro’s ass during a sparring match, so from now on he is all giddy and proud of it, no matter what you say

• Will prepare your meals to make sure they have all the protein you need and remind you to eat before and after working out <3 taking care of the love of his life gives him so much serotonin

• Something. There’s something about watching you lift weights that has Sanji all flustered and melting and simping real hard. Knowing his s/o is strong—strong enough to carry him, even—has him all mushy and soft. Sometimes he’ll be lying down on the ground for a little too long so you can lift him and he can act like he’s the best person in the world for having you carrying him like that

• Also when you throw him over your shoulder. He’ll scream

• He’d also be very proud his s/o is able to defend themself <3 you can give him a punch in the face anytime and he’d just thank you. kick him, too. please. you wouldn’t have the courage to, tho. maybe just slap his ass sometimes to keep him humble and happy because he needs it

• Don’t. Don’t ask him to spot you or check your performance.

• “Was my performance okay?” “Uhhh, yeah....” (Sanji just stared at your ass or your chest the whole time </3 better ask Zoro next time

• If you wanna break him, ask him to feel the muscle you’re working during chest or thigh series

• Do ask him to help you stretch, by the way. Sanji will be very happy to push your back so you can touch your feet. Not to mention that he will join you on stretching sometimes !! Also will train with you on leg day now and then

• After arm day, though, when your arms are too weak to even take a proper shower, count on him for help. Will do everything he is able to in order to help you. Sometimes he will let you struggle if you complain too much then come back with the worst cynical expression you’ve ever seen. Little fucker

• If you have long hair, he will come back to find you with messy hair after a shower. First time it happened, he asked what happened and put himself into helping as soon as you explained your arms felt way too tired to brush your hair—he’ll do it himself, all happy to be taking care of his s/o

• When you’re in good form, do pamper him by helping him lift the big boxes of food for the ship’s storage, though. You’re strong, yes, and he may not want you to waste your energy with stuff he can do, but that doesn’t mean he won’t be swooning or following you with heart eyes and clasped hands if he sees you helping him around like this

• Lots of compliments in general <3

• “You’re doing so great, l’amour de ma vie! Simply perfect! You look just like a powerful deity!”

• Expect massages at night if you’re hurting

“Hey, Sanji, pretty boy,” you breathed as you poked your head into the kitchen, still with sweat coating your skin despite the towel around your neck. “Are you free?”

“I’m always free for you, mon amour!” He crossed his arms with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes a little—you knew he would be answering ‘in a second, mon amour!’ instead if he were otherwise busy, no way he’d let any little bit of food go to waste. “Okay, well, can you come up to the crow’s nest real quick? Zoro is using all the weights again.” Sometimes it wasn’t true, you just liked having him there while you trained. Sanji would complain about it, cursing ‘stupid Marimo’, but he was actually happy it granted him more time with you.

Back in the crow’s nest with Sanji, you went over to where you left your water and other stuff, where you wouldn’t bother Zoro, and cleaned the sweat away as best as you could before lowering to the ground. You did a few experimental push ups then glanced back at Sanji; he sat on your back with crossed legs. In the first times, he would shift around a little until he found a comfortable position, something that didn’t even happen anymore.

Of course Sanji had one of his silly little recipe books with him, busying himself with reading it while you used him as the perfect weight for your push ups. He would be muttering under his breath as he read, sometimes in French, and you couldn’t make out every word under the sound of you and Zoro counting out of sync, but you still loved hearing it. Sometimes, someone would go up to the crows nest looking for any of you three, and Sanji would always make sure to be noticed.

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

࿐ Portgas D. Ace

• Either works out with you religiously or is very lazy to do it. Like, will drag you or be the one being dragged, also won’t care about a lot about following a diet and lets you plan your workout

• If Ace isn’t working out with you, he’ll be there to keep company and cheer for you, wipe the sweat away from your forehead or grab you some more water. Very sweet, he loves seeing you taking care of yourself and growing stronger, be sure he is very proud <3

• Ace certainly needs your help most of the time because his performance would probably not be the best, so he’d often hear “straighten your back,” “go slower,” “are you even counting?” “what fucking exercise is that, where did you learn that shit? I don’t want you injured!”

• Probably will do it wrong on purpose sometimes because he likes the attention. Just a silly little boy who likes having you holding his arms while you guide him through the sitting shoulder press. Literally the meme ‘kicking my feet in the air because they wished me a good day at the gym <3’

• He is flexible. Just by the way he crouches down, you can notice he has a lot of mobility, which sometimes leaves you jealous of how well and deep he can squat with a heavy bar on his back for someone who cares so little about it—Ace works out mostly so he will not fall out of shape because he mainly gets stronger from his offensive close-range combat. Either way, he is not entirely flexible, but will complain a lot about stretching

• Actually doesn’t need to train cardio, and you know better than to insist

• Sometimes, Ace is too anxious and shifty, so you’ll just ask him to come train with you because it always manages to knock him off right away when you’re finished, also helping him release the stress

• You’re the one taking care of him after you two workout because he’ll probably just pass out, sleep at the same moment he finishes the last exercise or even at the moment your eyes drive away from him

• “Ace, you still got two series of benching. ...Ace? Are you even awake?”

• Sometimes he’ll be like “I’ll work out everyday this week with you, don’t worry,” then actually do it only ONE single day and never again that week. He’ll show up in the middle of your workout sessions eating something, and immediately pause when you notice his presence, starting to walk backwards quietly—even Marco tried to convince him to get more compromised with it at least to keep you company, but just give up. Some weeks, it’s easier to find Ace passed out, snoring with his face in a plate of food rather than at least lifting a dumbbell

“Six... Seven...” You huff out each number whenever your body comes up just to go down again for another pushup; the edges of a heavy plate dig into your back to make your exercise count for something.

While still muttering the numbers, you hear footsteps approaching. It’s Ace, of course. He’s about to come closer with a sandwich stuffed half into his mouth, walking as if he didn’t make promises he wouldn’t keep. At the moment his eyes meet yours, he stops and his mood falls, sweat-dropping whilst he starts to walk backwards without the cheerfulness he had when approaching.

Later, Ace sits beside you when you’re sitting in the kitchen, waiting for your snack after having just taken a shower. “I’m sorry, my love!” He whines with a hug, pouting dramatically.

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, sure,” you tease because it’s so fucking funny when he’s overreacting over minimal irrelevant things like this.

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

[mynameismckenziemae]

In Case You Didn’t Know

Part 3

(previous part here, next part here)

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x OFC

Summary: The tension builds

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, language, sexual tension, wet dreams, etc.

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Charlie: Sorry to bug you on a Sunday but can you do me a favor and add someone in for me this week? Any day works.

Hayes: Depends. It’s not that old farmer who called me a dumbass when I told him he needed a new knee?

Charlie: Lol, no. It’s my friend Jake. Traumatic tibia/fibula fracture after he ejected from his jet.

Hayes: Wait, that Jake?

Charlie: My best friend Jake…yes.

Hayes: *cough* The one you’re in love with *cough*

Charlie: Maybe I was just trying to let you down easy.

Hayes: Liar. You have hearts in your eyes when you talk about him. 😍

Charlie:🖕🏻 Forget it. I’ll just drive him to Austin. And I am NOT getting you coffee at all this week. You’re on your own.

Hayes: No, I’ll see him. I’ve got to meet this guy.

Charlie: Thank you. He’s not talking about it yet but I think he’s pretty shaken up.

Hayes: I bet. I’ll see you tomorrow and we’ll look at my schedule.

Charlie: Great, thanks again.

Hayes: Anytime.

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Jake smiles a bit more when you eat dinner together at the table that night.

He falls asleep with his head in your lap again, tightening his grip on your thigh when you try to move, so you end up on the couch too; waking up with an awful crick in your neck.

“Hey Jake, let me up. I’ve gotta get in the shower,” you whisper.

“'m so comfy though,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your bare thigh; the slight scruff of his facial hair sends a thrill between your thighs.

You both freeze.

“Sorry, I don’t know why I did that,” Jake says, a blush rising to his cheeks.

“No big deal,” you say, brushing it off. “Need anything before I jump in the shower?”

“I’m good, thanks though,” he replies, lying back down.

He’s still asleep when you put his breakfast on the counter and a note on the coffee table telling him to call if he needs anything.

“Be a good boy for Jake, okay?” You tell Cash with a boop to his nose before heading to work.

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Jake’s on the porch when you pull in a little after 5, throwing a tennis ball to a delighted Cash. He looks better already; more rested and lighter.

You could used to seeing him at home every night.

“How was your day?” You ask as you juggle the pizza you picked up and some PT equipment.

“Pretty good, slept ‘til 10. Haven’t done that in years. Caught up on some TV and then came out here to play with Cash,” he says, petting your tired dog. “You?”

“Long but good. Dr. Hayes can you see you tomorrow over the noon hour. Let’s get your PT out of the way and if you do a good job I’ll reward with you pizza and beer.”

“I’ll try my best, what happens if I don’t?” Jake asks cheekily.

“You get a bologna sandwich and the day-old milk in the fridge,” you tease, knowing he hates bologna.

He looks a little green as he replies. “I’ll do good.”

•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•

“I’m sweating. Why am I sweating Charlie?” Jake pants from the thick exercise mat on the floor.

You had him do some upper body work to keep him in shape when he gets back to California.

“‘Cause you lift too many weights without enough cardio,” you laugh at the offended look on his face. “I’m kidding. You just haven’t worked out in almost 2 weeks, so you’re a little deconditioned.”

“Apparently.”

“Alright, let’s finish up with some stretching,” you say, kneeling on the floor by him and lifting one of his legs.

“Jesus, your hip flexors are tight,” you say, pushing his leg towards his head.

“What the fuck is a hip flexor?” He grits out, holding his breath.

“Breathe. It’s the group of muscles towards the front of the hip. Right here,” you reply, hovering over his upper inner thigh.

He nods, face red. “Fuck that burns.”

“Maybe you’ll think twice before folding women in half, huh?” It slips out of your mouth before you think.

Very professional.

He huffs out a laugh. “It’s been so long since I’ve been laid, I don’t think I remember how to do that.”

“You too?” You cringe internally at yourself. Shut up.

“Yeah. Almost 2 years,” he replies, looking at the ceiling to avoid your eyes. “You?”

“Grad school, so about the same,” you answer, bending his leg for a different stretch.

“Fuckfuckfuck, cramp,” he grits out.

“Here, turn over and I’ll massage it.”

You help him to his stomach and dig your fingers into his hamstring, the muscle contracted and rock hard, but it eventually begins to loosen under your touch.

Other things begin to harden as your fingers work upwards, his ass clenches and he grunts when your hands almost reach the crease where his thigh and butt meet.

“Sorry, ticklish?”

“Mhmm,” he answers, his tone strained.

“Alright, you earned that pizza. Let’s go,” you pat his leg and rise.

“I need a minute,” he murmurs, face pressed into his crossed arms.

“Shoot, cramping up again?” You ask, ready to help.

“No. I’ve got a uhm…situation.”

“What hurts?”

“Nothing hurts. I’ve got a boner.”

“Oh,” you realize, heart skipping a beat.

He sighs, lifts his hips to presumably tuck himself into his waistband, and rolls back over.

Your eyes flick to his groin and your mouth waters at the thick, hard line of his erection.

You ignore it and help him up, catching him as he stumbles. His face just inches from yours. His eyes flick to your lips before meeting yours. “Thanks,” he says after clearing his throat and stepping back after you hand him his crutches.

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Your ‘Liked Songs’ on Spotify plays softly as you sit at the kitchen table as you share the pizza. The Coors are going down easy and soon you’re down to the final 2 of the 6 pack as Jake has you crying from laughing so hard as he tells you of Rooster’s latest antics.

You’re feeling good as you wash the few dishes when one of your favorite songs comes on.

“Give me one reason to stay here,” you song softly before turning to him and pointing your soapy finger at him. “and I'll turn right back around…”

“Sing it, Charlie!” Jake calls, taking another swig.

So you do, dancing along as you approach him.

The energy in the room shifts from playful to tense when you straddle the thigh of his good leg.

“You can call me baby,” you lean forward, brush your lips over his.

“You can call me anytime,” you whisper, meeting his heated gaze, rising quickly when you realize what you’re doing.

“Come on Cash, I’ll take you outside,” you say as you leave the room to cool off.

Jake’s head falls back as he tries to do the same.

•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•

You both go to bed shortly after.

It takes ages to fall asleep as you kick yourself for your actions; tossing and turning most of the night and wake up feeling like you only slept an hour.

You hear Jake softly call your name as you head back to your room in a towel after your shower.

“Yeah?” You ask.

No response.

You hear him grumble again and wrap your towel around you tighter as you walk to his room, gasping when you push open his door.

The blankets are kicked off and he grips himself through his boxer briefs, eyes still closed.

He’s having a wet dream. About you.

“Charlie!” He mumbles, back arching as he cums, coating the inside of his briefs.

His eyes shoot open when you whimper at the sight.

“Fuck.”

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A/N: sorry this was another short one. I hope it’s decent, I wrote half of it while in the ER waiting for my husband to get a CT after he was in an accident today that totaled my car 😬 he’s okay btw, just very sore.

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My Favourite Workout {s.c.}

©February 2023 by lalal-99

Changbin x afab!reader | trope: established relationship, shower sex | smut | wordcount: 6.2k

Synopsis: Your boyfriend has been working his butt off the past few weeks. It's only fair of you to offer some of your time up so you can spend it together, doing something you love. Or he does anyways. You're not really a fan of gyms in general, but the private gym at his workplace sure has its perks.

Warnings: explicit content | dni if your under 18

smut tags: dom-ish!changbin | oral (fem. receiving) | unprotected vaginal sex (don't do at home) | gym sex | multiple orgasms | shower sex | multiple positions | implied edging | lots of aftercare | let me know if I missed anything

Note: This sat in my drafts for over a year, but it turned out pretty good in the end. Gym-Changbin got a strong grip on me...

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This was so not what you had expected from a gym. Crowds of bulked-up people, sweaty seats, and overpriced protein shakes – that’s what you were used to. You hadn’t been to that many gyms, but you had seen a fair share of them in your lifetime. And this was so far from anything you had witnessed before.

Instead of bad music and half-naked people you wanted to know nothing about, there was silence. And him.

The man sitting a few metres ahead – toned upper body clad in a tight muscle shirt, thick thighs in a pair of loose hanging shorts – was a feast for the eyes. With every pull he did on the exercising machine, dragging the black metal bar lower before bringing the weights to the ground again, his arms flexed. Every contraction of his muscles below his thin shirt was palpable, so deliciously inviting you to bury your teeth in them.

Had you known before, it was gonna be just the two of you in this one-roomed, private gym, you probably wouldn’t have gone. You barely moved anyway as the cross-trainer you had previously used rested quietly below you, your eyes focused on the beautiful man in front of you. How could you have done anything with him right in your eyesight, distracting you from what you usually did in a gym? An hour-long basic workout before swearing never to do one again.

It took Changbin a minute to notice your glances, but when he did, he casually got up, a smirk plastered on his face as he made his way towards you. He took one of his earphones out, his eyes meeting yours as she placed his muscular arms on the handles of your cross-trainer.

“You know this won’t move by itself, right?” Changbin asked, pointing at the machine below you. You rolled your eyes at his comment, stepping down from the trainer.

“I know, but this is so boring,” you told him honestly as you dried the non-existent sweat from your forehead with the towel you had brought. “I only came here with you today, anyways, because we haven’t spent an hour of quality time in two weeks.”

With your boyfriend working overtime at the studio so close to the release of their newest album, you had barely seen him, let alone spent time with him. For the past two weeks, he had left for work before you got up and only came home after his daily workout when you were already half-asleep on the couch.

Obviously, you didn’t blame Changbin. He loved his work, and being one of the producers for his very own band, he usually had to walk the extra mile. You knew and had always known it wouldn’t be easy. Your relationship needed constant work so you wouldn’t forget about each other in the haste of each day.

This was the exact reason why you had decided to join your boyfriend in the gym tonight. It was your way of showing him you weren’t just complaining but doing something to make it work. And you knew he appreciated your extra effort whenever he couldn’t give a hundred percent.

“We’re spending time right now, aren’t we?”

“I wouldn’t call us working out in different corners of this room ‘spending time together’,” you replied with a huff.

Changbin had been listening to music since you had stepped into JYPE’s private gym just a few floors below his studio. You knew he replayed whatever song they had produced that day while working out afterwards. It was Changbin’s way of clearing his head while also thinking of changes they needed to make in the melody or rhythm.

Still, you wouldn’t have complained about him talking to you or at least not ignoring you, caught up in his daily routine. Your relationship shouldn’t be routine anyways.

“I’m sorry, babe,” Changbin finally agreed as he took the second earplug out. With a swift motion, he put them into the little container, storing them in his pocket. “How about we finish the rest of the workout with no distractions, alright?”

“The rest of the workout?” you questioned in disbelief. “You mean you’re not finished?”

After an hour in the gym, you were convinced Changbin must have been as tired of it as you were. Even if you hadn’t done much actual working out, you could still tell you’d feel the effect of it tomorrow.

“Just another 30 minutes. Tops,” Changbin promised with a smile as he pointed at one machine behind him. “You wanna try something less boring?”

“Fine,” you gave in as you followed him to the device. You would already be sore the next day, so why not give yourself an extra push. “How does this work?”

“You sit on here,” your boyfriend guided you to the seat of the training equipment, “and you place your legs on either side of these pads.”

You followed his instructions one by one, placing your legs outside of two cushions attached to metal bars, eventually leading to the main body of the machine.

“And now what?” you questioned as you looked up at Changbin.

“Well, you’re gonna press your thighs together. But first, you put weight onto them. How much do you want? Like 5 kilos?” The teasing smile on his lips earned him an eye roll as it told you 5 kilos weren’t much.

“Funny.” The sarcasm was evident in your voice as you looked back at the weights variety the machine offered. It went from 5 to 90 kilos in steps of five. You were aware you shouldn’t start with the highest setting, though you didn’t want to start with the lowest either. “Give me like 20.”

“I don’t know, babe. You think you can handle that?”

Honestly, you didn’t believe that to be a lot of weight. 20 kilos? That’s like a dog or a five-year-old child. Although Changbin’s expression told you differently, you were sure you could take that much.

“I know you think I’m just your weak girlfriend. But I’m very capable of making those sorts of decisions for myself.” You didn’t intend it to come out as harsh as it did, seeing your boyfriend was merely trying to help you. Still, you didn’t appreciate him suggesting, you weren’t strong enough.

“Fine, don’t listen to me. But don’t you complain about your legs tomorrow. I won’t carry you around the house just because you didn’t believe me,” Changbin eventually agreed, setting the weight to your wishes. “Is this good?”

As you pressed your knees towards each other, effectively lifting the weight you had chosen, you realised you had messed up. You hadn’t known 20 kilos to put that much pressure onto your untrained legs when you could easily carry them with your arms. One of your nephews weighed about that much, and he was no difficulty for you.

Obviously, you couldn’t let Changbin know he had been right. After the scene you had just caused, you couldn’t acknowledge you were wrong, and actually weren’t capable of making those decisions for yourself.

“Yup.” You forced a smile onto your lips as you felt your abdominal muscles clench at the pain. It was almost impossible to control your facial expressions when you wanted to scream and curl into a ball instead. “Get back to your workout, babe. I’m fine, really.”

With a shake of his head, and a chuckle leaving his lips, Changbin turned around to head back to his previous workout. The second you were out of his sight, you stopped moving, feeling the burn in your every fibre already. Your legs were shaking as you silently breathed through the sting, picking the movement back up the second Changbin sat down. Unfortunately, he was facing you, so you couldn’t have merely pretended to be doing the exercise.

Your boyfriend picked up his previous routine, his arms finding the metal bar above his head as he started pulling it towards himself. You didn’t know exactly how much weight he had put onto his machine, but you guessed it was about 60 kilos. It was around three times what you were currently pressing between your legs, and still, he looked almost calm doing it. Obviously, you knew your boyfriend was fit – you saw him naked every day – but this was impressive, nevertheless.

You tried your best to concentrate on anything but your thighs, your eyes finding him after a few more squeezes. Changbin threw you a sweet smile as your teeth caught your lower lip. Looking at his buff arms only distracted you for so long, and you already felt you wouldn’t last much longer. Still, you didn’t think about giving up.

As you kept pushing yourself through the pain, you silently counted every press your legs did. Reaching ten presses after a minute, you decided it to be good enough for your first round. The second your legs stopped squeezing, an unintentional sigh left your lips as you felt your muscles relax. So far, so good.

With your head thrown back and your eyes pressed shut, you tried regaining your composure. You were so occupied with catching a grip on reality you didn’t even recognise Changbin was staring at you. You looked up at him only when you heard his weights hit the ground. He had barely gotten to 15 pulls, and you knew for a fact that this couldn’t be it. He must have had a lot more in him than just that.

“What’s wrong?” you questioned your boyfriend in confusion. Your hands came from the handles at your sides to your face as you dragged them across your skin. That you were already sweating after just a minute of actual working out couldn’t have been a good sign.

“You have got to be kidding me.” As Changbin shook his head in disbelief, your eyes wandered down his body to his hand positioned in his lap. You were trying to find the reason for his sudden reaction, and it took you a few seconds to realise how his hand wasn’t simply resting in his crotch. It pressed against it, trying to control the growing bulge under the thin fabric.

“Do you…” Your voice trailed off as a smile appeared on your face. With your hand covering your mouth, you tried hiding it, though you weren’t doing a good job. “Do you have a boner?”

“It’s not my fault,” Changbin reasoned as his eyes slid over your exposed legs towards your face. “It’s you!”

“What did I do? I’m just sitting here,” you explained as-a-matter-of-factly. You hadn’t done anything to turn him on, at least not intentionally.

“Yeah. Legs spread, making your sex noises.”

Your mouth opened at his accusation, your legs swinging over the cushions so you could close them. They were still quivering from the previous weighted movement, so you ran your hands over them, massaging the muscle.

“I’m not making sex noises,” you exclaimed, somewhat offended. No way in hell were the sounds you had made while pressing 20 kilos with your legs were the same ones you made when the two of you were together.

“You sure are. You’ve been moaning the whole time. And now you’re touching yourself, which isn’t any better,” Changbin pointed out, his eyes pinned on your hand running over your thigh. His words made you stop as you tried to terminate anything that might have caused his discomfort. It made you proud how it hadn’t taken much work to get him aroused, though you wouldn’t have disclosed that to him under any circumstance. “Also, we haven’t had sex in about three weeks.”

“And that’s my fault? How, exactly?”

With Changbin in the studio and you working all day, there had only been a few chances for the two of you to get some sexy time. And when such rare opportunities occurred, either you had been too tired, or he had been too sore. If he really wanted to blame you for the lack of intimacy, he couldn’t take himself out of the equation.

“It’s not.” A sigh left Changbin’s lips as she took the towel from beside him to put it over his crotch. “Let’s just get back to the workout, okay? I’m sure it will be gone in a few minutes.”

As your boyfriend stretched his arms to get a hold on the handles of the exercising machine above him, his tight shirt rid up his body a bit. It revealed his stomach below it for only a second, but you caught it anyway. Once he dragged the bar down the first time, your eyes immediately came to his bulky arms.

When you had met Changbin a few years earlier, he hadn’t yet achieved those as he hadn’t started working out as much.

You hadn’t fallen for him because of the way he could pick you up or spin you around as though you were a mannequin rather than a human being. You had fallen for Changbin because of his character, the way he could make you smile or laugh with only a few words. That he had gotten so muscular over the past two years was merely an extra which you didn’t mind. Frankly, you would have loved him with or without the few kilos of extra beef.

Still, you couldn’t help yourself wanting to touch him, lick him, or anything really. Nothing was off the table with the two of you, and even though your boyfriend was sweaty at the moment, you couldn’t help wanting to be closer to him. It became apparent at that moment that he wasn’t the only one riled up by the lack of sexual activity over the past few weeks.

“You know, there are quicker ways to get rid of an erection than waiting.” The words had left your mouth before you could think again about offering to help him out.

Changbin swiftly set the weights down again, his hands resting on his thick thighs as he looked at you with a smirk. Obviously, he understood what you were trying to say immediately.

“Are you serious? Here? A public place?”

Frankly, you hadn’t done many spicy things outside your own four walls, but there were first times for everything. Also, you weren’t sure you could wait to get home, wanting to pull those clothes off your boyfriend asap.

It was late anyway, and when you had come to pick him up from the studio, the whole building was pretty much empty. Right now, you thanked the lord that Chan had a dinner scheduled with his girlfriend. It gave you the perfect opportunity for some one-on-one time with your boyfriend.

“Sure. I mean, who’s gonna catch us? JYP?”

When Changbin realised you were right, that no one was there to catch you, he instantly lifted himself up. With a hurried sweep, he grabbed his towel and water bottle before making his way to you, his hand casually catching yours.

“Why are we still here then? Let’s go!”

A giggle left your lips at your boyfriend’s eagerness, the kiss he planted on your lips in excitement lasting only a second or two.

“Wait, my water bottle!” It still sat by the cross-trainer, long forgotten. There would have been plenty time to get it, but apparently, Changbin had other plans.

“I’ll buy you a new one.”

As Changbin dragged you from the gym to the changing rooms just a few doors down, you checked the halls one last time, making sure no one was around. When you realised everything was quiet, you bit your lip in anticipation.

The second you had reached the room, Changbin opened the door impatiently, pulling you inside. He closed the door behind you with a loud thud, and you found yourself pressed against the cold material instantly.

“This is so exciting,” your boyfriend pointed out before his lips met yours in an eager kiss. You could taste the sweat on his upper lip, though you couldn’t have cared less. Changbin’s strong hands instantly came to your waist, keeping you in place as his hip pressed into yours hungrily. “Let’s take this off, shall we?” A second later, your shirt was off you as Changbin’s hands came up to cup your breasts over the fabric of your sports bra.

“Do you like it? I bought it last week,” you questioned as Changbin eyed the white material.

“I do. I’d like it more if you took it off, though.”

“Sure. You first.”

With a smirk still plastered on his face, your boyfriend’s hands came to the hem of his shirt as he pulled it over his head. You bit your lip at the view, your mouth watering at the sight of his delicious peck muscles. Apart from his arms, they were probably your favourite extra.

“Your turn!” Changbin said before you could even think about touching him. You could get to that later, anyway. “And take off the shoes.”

Without as much as a hint of hesitation, you slipped out of your new clothing item and your sneakers, leaving you in only your pants and panties. Changbin followed suit, kicking his shoes and socks away as he came closer to you again.

His hands found yours as he pressed them against the door beside your head so you couldn’t move them. His body flushed against you was enough to declare you officially trapped.

When Changbin’s lips found yours again, his tongue instantly connecting with yours, he ground his hips into you, effectively making you sigh into him. You could feel him grinning against your mouth.

“I might have been wrong before. Your sex noises are way better than your workout noises,” Changbin pointed out. “They’re like music to my ears.”

“Maybe you should make a song out of them. This way, you can listen to me while working out.”

“Tempting- but I’d rather not get a boner while working out with Chan. This-” Rutting his hips into yours, you felt his erection more prominent than before. “This is for you and for you only.”

“Good.”

Your boyfriend’s lips met yours again, this time slightly rougher as he evidently attempted to move things along. Soon enough, his tongue met your neck as he sucked on the skin, causing another whimper to leave you. After years of being together, he clearly knew all your buttons by heart.

As Changbin reached your breast, your moaning turned into groaning, the frustration reaching a new high. His mouth engulfed your nipple, lightly grazing it with his teeth before he let his tongue run over it. The arching of your back was the only indication he needed to know his advances caused the wanted impact on you.

When his hands ran down your arms and to your waist, you felt goosebumps rise all over your body as a rush of blood went to your core. You had always loved how your boyfriend could turn you to mush at his hands, especially now that you had seen him work out. All the strength in his arms didn’t change how carefully he handled you; as though you’d break under too much pressure.

Your hands came to Changbin’s hair as he kissed all over your chest, entangling with the bundle as you closed your eyes and threw your head back at the pleasure. Only when he went further down, eventually landing on his knees – like you weren’t turned on enough already, making your heart skip a few beats – did you look down at him.

A smile spread on your lips as you knew what was coming.

“These,” Changbin’s hands came around your thighs as she slapped one of them hungrily, “make me go crazy. I couldn’t stop thinking about burying my head between them when you were doing that exercise earlier. And I do think we should get one of those exercise machines for our house. Just so we can misuse it. Every. Single. Day.”

With those words, Changbin started dragging your shorts down your legs, effectively taking your panties off with them. You quickly swiped them away with your foot so they wouldn’t get in the way of things.

“I think there are machines for that exact use. Why don’t we get one of those?” You couldn’t deny the thought exciting you. Smaller toys had been part of your love life since the beginning, but never something as massive as this.

“And I think I absolutely fucking love you.”

Without another second of hesitation, Changbin buried his head between your thighs, his tongue licking a rough strip up your folds. It made your legs quiver as you pulled at his hair. You were still pretty beat from your previous workout so that your legs were almost giving out beneath you was no surprise. Especially when your boyfriend made you feel so good on top of everything.

One of his arms kept you spread for him as his other came around your thigh, lifting it up and over his shoulder. It gave him much better access so his second hand could wander around your body, keeping you in place at your spine.

Changbin’s tongue ran along your entrance a couple times, dipping in only slightly before precisely meeting your nub. It sent shock waves down your back as he knew exactly how you liked it. He soon tilted his head, eyes closing as he seemed to enjoy this as much as you did. Perhaps even more.

The way he ate you out, fast – almost maliciously so – you knew you wouldn’t last for too long. That, paired with the excitement about someone possibly walking in on you at any given time, took you straight to cloud nine. Sure, you hadn’t noticed anyone before, but that didn’t mean no one was actually around.

When Changbin’s teeth came into play, lightly running over your nub every few licks, a loud cry escaped your throat. You bucked your hips into him involuntarily, the knee currently not resting on his shoulder quivering heavily. Had he not held you by your leg, you would have fallen to your knees at the pleasure running through your system. Changbin seemed to notice how difficult it was for you to concentrate on anything but the pain in your leg, quickly deciding to help you out.

You were used to having one of your legs positioned over your boyfriend’s shoulder, opening up possibilities for him to reach deeper – better. So, when Changbin pulled your second leg up, pulling it over his other shoulder, you were more than just stunned. In the new position, one you had never tried before – you fully sitting on his shoulders – a whole different set of possibilities opened up.

That Changbin could even carry you like this, all your weight pressing onto him, was a miracle. Sure, he benched more than your weight and probably pulled just as much, but this was still different. You weren’t dead weight like the metal sitting only rooms away; you’re a human. It was you and every kilo you brought to the table.

Your surprise and fear for your boyfriend’s well-being were swiftly overshadowed when you noticed just how much he enjoyed this new position. It gave him total control over your body, where to put you and how to bend you. And that control, he used to both your advantages.

As your back was pressed against the cold metal of the door, your hands automatically came to Changbin’s hair, pulling on it as he dove in deeper. His hands by your spine pushed you closer against him as you feared he might suffocate. He couldn’t have possibly gotten the necessary oxygen in this seemingly uncomfortable position. And, still, it didn’t impact his action as much as you had anticipated. It might have even spurred him on further.

His humming vibrated through your whole body, sending shock waves to every fibre of your being. You couldn’t help but whimper at the feeling, noticing the smirk against your core once he heard. One of his hands left your spine to slap your butt as he started massaging it, only encouraging you to be less cautious of the noise leaving your body.

Changbin’s second hand snuck around your body, running up your stomach and towards your breast, stroking it roughly as his fingers ran over your nipple. This, paired with his second hand on your butt and his mouth on your core, made you shiver and twitch against him. His tongue lapping at your juices, so precisely meeting every tiny spot between your legs, brought you close as fast as barely before.

“Fuck,” you sobbed once the tip of his muscle ran down to your hole, fucking inside hastily. It certainly wasn’t long enough to reach every spot within you, but it felt great, nonetheless. So much so that you could have stayed like this forever.

For all you cared, Changbin could have eaten you out like this the whole night. Though you doubted it would be enough to finish either of you.

So, when Changbin slowly and ever-so-carefully set your legs back onto the ground, his mouth leaving your heat, you weren’t mad. As your legs quivered on either side of him, he came up from the floor, standing right in front of you as he leaned in for a long, somewhat innocent kiss.

“We’re so gonna do that more often,” Changbin breathed against your lips as a smirk spread on his. “I’ll get undressed. Meet you in the shower?”

All you could muster was a nod as you shakily started making your way towards the shower cubicles. Finding your ass in a slap as you moved, you jerked forward in unexpectedness.

“Sorry, my hand slipped.” The smirk on his face told you otherwise, though you naturally ignored the comment as you continued your path further back.

The moment you found yourself under the warm water, the liquid running through your hair and down your body, you felt yourself relax. The jets softly massaged your back and the muscles which had gotten so tense from leaning against the metal door for too long, causing a few moans to slip out of your mouth.

It wasn’t until you felt a presence behind you that you came back from your trance, the thick fingers around your waist causing a smile to spread on your face.

“I hope the shower isn’t making you feel better than I do...” Voice trailing off, Changbin’s lips came to your neck, running along the vein at the side. You moaned at the feeling, even more relaxing than the shower itself, a smile spreading on his lips. “I take that as a ‘no’.”

With his hands running up your body, fingering over your perked nipples, you arched your back against his front. His arousal became unmistakably clear to you when you felt him poke one of your ass cheeks. You bit your lip at the sensation, proud of your effect on his body.

His tongue ran over your neck, down your left shoulder and over to your right as his hands softly massaged your breast. The shower jets only added to the sensation, your head soon thrown to the side to give Changbin better access to your earlobe. He twirled it between his teeth, growling in your ear as you continuously pushed your ass against him.

“Fuck, you’re so hot like this.” Smiling at your words, you tried turning around to kiss him, though his strong arms prevented any unapproved movement. “Stay like this. Perfectly still for me to touch and do as I please. You like that, don’t you?”

Humming in answer, Changbin ran one hand down your spine, thumb pressing into your muscles on either side. When he reached your butt, he grabbed one of your cheeks, pulling it to the side before letting it slap back against the other. He did the same thing to the other, his hand reaching even deeper, running two fingers through your folds to test your wetness. It made you moan loudly, the sound echoing from the tiled walls. To neither of your surprise, you were drenched.

“Ready, baby?”

You merely nodded, forming words impossible at this point. Not with how much need was radiating from your every pore.

Putting your hands against the wall in front of you, you leaned forward to give him better access. With one of his hands pressing against your lower back, the other guiding him towards your entrance, it took him less than 5 seconds to enter you, bottoming inside you.

“Mhm…”

“Feel good, baby?” Changbin pulled you back against his chest, slipping out just a tad at the movement. You agreed with a nod, hands reaching back to touch his hips.

“Move- please.”

Chuckling at your attempt to talk, Changbin tilted your head to the side with two fingers, kissing the corner of your mouth before slowly pulling out and plunging himself back in. “I fucking love you. Did I tell you that?”

His length dragged deliciously against your swollen walls in this position, meeting that spot inside you every time. It took him a few seconds to find a rhythm before his hips settled at snapping against yours in perfect timing with your breathing. At first, at least.

A few minutes into it, Changbin sped up, your hands coming from your side – holding onto his at your waist – to the wall in front of you. You needed to stabilise yourself in some way, his forceful thrusts sending you straight to heaven. He took a step forward to keep reaching deep inside, your back arching for comfort. It also helped you focus on not coming already.

“Fuck, if you keep clenching like this...”

Changbin didn’t end his sentence, but you understood him perfectly anyway. Knowing he wasn’t doing any better than you calmed you down, your walls relaxing slightly. It sent you closer quicker, but you knew he wasn’t far behind, so it was alright.

Soon enough, one of his hands reached around your body again, twisting your nipples once before travelling down your front. How he even had a head for helping you out when he was so close himself was beyond you. Your head started spinning when two of his fingers met your nub, roughly circling the flesh.

Letting your head hang slack in front of you, you squeezed your eyes shut at the sensation, the water running down your back only adding to it. You started twitching against him, your body leaving your control at his skilled technique. All you could do was hold onto the wall, trying to relieve some tension by dragging your fingers against the tiles. Your knuckles soon turned white, your head dizzy, and your sight blurry once Changbin angled his hips to reach your spot.

“Fuck-”

Your body started shaking at the approach of your inevitable release, Changbin pulling you flash against him. His arm wrapped around your front, keeping you stable against him as your hands reached back to grab him. With his head back at the side of your head, kissing your skin and attempting to give some momentum to the moment, you grabbed his hair, pulling lightly as the high came crashing over you.

Spasming against him, loud moans escaping your mouth like a waterfall, Changbin held you as close as possible, guiding you through it. He slowed down his thrusts for a few seconds, fingers circling your nub at a less demanding pace. His touch never stopped, simply helping you through the high but not letting you calm down just yet.

“That was so hot, baby,” Changbin whispered in your ear before picking up the pace of his hips and fingers. It sent you right back to the white-gazed, world-spinning high you hadn’t had the chance to come down from. “You think you can do it again?”

“I don’t-” your words were cut off when he sped up, going even harder and faster than he did earlier. The overstimulation set in soon enough, your mouth hanging slack as whimpers tumbled over your tongue. “Fuck, fuck, fuck-”

“Just like that, baby. Come for me again!”

How you did it, you wouldn’t have been able to tell with a gun to your head. You had never come a second time this quick after your first time. Until now, that was.

Maybe it was how well Changbin knew your body, being able to coax orgasm after orgasm out of you at a speed that could have been world record worthy. Maybe, it was the whole ‘people might walk in on you any second’-situation. You didn’t have the head to care as you kept spasming against his front, feeling him release with a groan in your ear.

You rode out both your highs in about a minute, his movement never stopping but calming down with every second until he finally stopped. Changbin didn’t withdraw just yet, though he took the opportunity of complete calmness to press a soft kiss against your cheek.

Still catching your breath after two back-to-back orgasms, you merely smiled at his sweet action, hands holding onto him behind you.

“That-” Changbin cut himself off, also trying to get his breathing under control. It took him a few moments, but then he pulled out of you, spinning you around on wobbly legs. Kissing you for the first time in what felt like hours, you felt yourself reaching earth again after being sent to heaven twice in a matter of seconds. “The single, most hottest thing you ever did.”

“‘t wasn’t me. All you.”

That you still couldn’t speak properly further proved just how high up he had brought you. Changbin chuckled at your attempt to talk, forehead pressing against yours as you started feeling his release dribble down your leg. Good thing you were already in the shower, or else it would have made a complete mess.

“Let’s settle on team effort.” You giggled at his words, feeling your eyes and legs giving out on you. Had it not been for Changbin’s hands at your sides, you would have collapsed already. “You tired, baby?”

You didn’t need to answer that question as your boyfriend slowly guided you to the floor, helping you settle against the wall. The water was still running over your body as he disappeared for a few seconds. When he came back, he had shower gel, shampoo, and your sports bra with you, so you wouldn’t have to sit on the cold floor and risk catching a UTI. After that workout, you wouldn’t be needing it tonight anyway.

Turning your back to him, Changbin squeezed some of the shampoo onto his fingers before bringing them to your hair, softly spreading it over your scalp. The touch felt like magic, pumping energy back into your body. Same with the shower gel, which Changbin massaged into your back once he was done with your hair. You moaned at the feeling, your muscles relaxing at his perfectly calm touch.

Changbin always found ways to take ‘aftercare’ to a whole nother level.

“You good to walk? Or do you want me to carry you?”

“I can walk,” you told him, getting off the floor. Your legs were still pretty unstable, shaking under your weight. As though you hadn’t learned to walk yet.

“Okay, Bambi. Let me help you.” Swept off your feet, Changbin carried you out of the shower stalls and back into the changing area. You giggled in his arms, time and time again surprised by his strength. He almost made it look like you weighed nothing.

Wrapping you in a towel, Changbin left you for maybe a minute to clean himself. It gave you time to calm down further, your head and body almost completely back to normal once he came back into the room. As he dried himself off, you couldn’t help your wandering eyes running over his body. A real sight for the Gods, your boyfriend was.

“I’m sorry,” you apologised, much to Changbin’s surprise. His eyebrows drew together, confusion taking over his face as he came closer, the towel hanging dangerously loose around his waist.

“What for?”

“You couldn’t finish your workout because of me.”

In your head, you knew he didn’t mind. Still, you felt bad you hadn’t let him finish off his routine because of your arousal. And, frankly, your unwillingness to work out even a minute longer.

“You’re a little stupid-head, you know that?” Changbin asked in amusement, playfully shoving your head as he seated himself next to you. “I’d do you over a workout anytime.” He kissed you lightly, tongue brushing against your lower lip for only a second before he pulled away. “Now, turn around, so I can get changed.”

You laughed at his demand, putting your hands over your eyes, fingers spread apart as far as possible.

“Eyes are closed. Go ahead!”

Changbin laughed at your action, a few emotions written on his face simultaneously. Though, it didn’t take much of you to recognise the main one. “Fuck, I don’t think I can love you more than right now.”

And he meant it.

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Clean

Frank Castle x GN!Reader

Summary: Frank comes home after jogging with a weighted vest and seeing how sweaty he is, you can’t resist

Warnings: slightly smutty, pretty brief

Author’s Note: My submission for @bernthirst-events​ prompt Wet Wednesday! I had this idea for a while and knew this was the perfect excuse to write it CJSDKSK! Oh, and this is the vest Frank is wearing :)

Word Count: 1.5k

Frank was always coming up with new ways to push his strength. You had bare witness to the different exercises he’d done over the years and even been used as equipment, like the time he had you sit on his back while he did pushups. Though the most memorable thing he’s done in the name of strength had to be when he tied a cinder block around his waist during his pull ups. You can recall the way your thighs pressed together while you watched the metal chain move under his flexing, sweaty skin. It was hard to sit through, hearing the loud grunting as he worked his body, but after what felt like years you were able to get your hands on him and show him exactly what his display made you feel.

He hadn’t expressed any concerns with his stamina to you, but you noticed the changes he’s been implementing. It started with the increased appetite, but you just assumed he was going on a bulk to gain more muscle. Then came the extra sets in his workouts; you weren’t sure if you were imagining it initially, but after asking him he reassured you it was just a few more and that he was fine.

Despite these somewhat obvious signs, you’re still shocked to see him when he comes back home from a jog. The sound of the door shutting brought your attention away from your phone and you look up to see him leaning against the doorframe. His labored breaths are heavy as he pants, his head hung low as he presses the toes of one foot to the heel of the other. He steps out of his shoes quickly and walks to the couch.

Your eyes never leave him as he sinks down to sit beside you. Frank’s body deflates into the cushion next to you, his elbow propped up on the arm rest as he holds his forehead in his hand. He typically gets winded after his afternoon jogs, but you’ve never seen him quite this breathless just from cardio. With each breath of air his chest only expands but so far, the weighted vest heavy against him.

“Are you okay, Frank? Here, let me get you some water,” you stand up before he can even answer your question. You turn into the kitchen and reach for a glass on the drying rack, swiftly filling it with water and walking back to the living room. He hasn’t moved an inch and his chest is still heaving.

You gently grab his other wrist to guide the cup into his hand and watch as he props himself up on the couch. He mutters a small thanks under his breath, eyes shut as he tilts his head back and down the water quickly. As he drinks, it’s hard not to stare as his Adam's apple bobbing while he swallows the water. His throat moves under the flushed skin of his neck, the slight pink hue evident underneath all of the sweat. The view has you swallowing, unintentionally mimicking him, and you try your best to look away.

Frank lets out a sigh once he’s finished with the glass and hands it back to you. You stand up to refill his cup but he grabs your wrist gently, silently telling you not to worry about it. Sitting back down, you decide the next thing to do is to take off the vest so he can get a proper breath in. You lean over him, reaching for the velcro strap at his side, the ripping sound echoing out as you tug it open. Your fingers curl around the bottom, getting ready to lift it over his head when you see something that makes you freeze.

The droplets of sweat from his neck are slowly rolling down his skin, disappearing under the hem of his vest. The sight has you licking your lips involuntarily and noticing every other drop that has never looked so tempting before. Frank doesn’t catch on to what’s made you stall, but he assumes it’s the weight of the vest.

You snap out of your gaze, slightly startled, as his fingers quickly grab at the edge of the vest. He brings in three quick breaths, mustering up his strength, and raising the vest up and away from his chest. You help pull his arms through and lift it completely off of his wide, broad shoulders.

“Oh my god…” you trail off, staring at the inside of the vest. The part that was facing him is drenched, the black fabric having an even darker splotch in the center. You turn your attention back to him and finally see his bare chest. Sweat decorates every inch of his torso, even more perspiration gathered where he was covered by the fabric. His body glistens under the light and you become mesmerized by the way each breath he takes makes more of him shine.

You can’t explain what exactly comes over you, but your mouth waters the longer you stare. An idea pops into your head, but you glance up to his face to check on him before fulfilling your own needs.

Frank’s eyes are still shut and his lips are parted as he focuses on his breathing. His eyebrows are slightly pulled together, a display of the stress his body has just been put through. You’d hate to bother him, but you think maybe relaxing and letting you take control might be exactly what he needs.

It’s the last push you need to lean over him once more and bring your face to the crook of his neck. You slowly drag your nose up over his throat, feeling the heat radiating off of his skin. Hesitantly, you let your tongue push past your lips and lick over his neck.

The clean, salty taste hits you hard, but the deep groan he lets out goes straight to the pit of your stomach. You immediately go in once again, running your tongue flat along the new goosebumps that are growing under your wet touch.

“What’re you—,” Frank begins to ask, but is cut off by the hitch of his own breath. You move your lips down, licking across his collarbone and running your tongue over the dip between the two of them. The cool air strikes the wet patch you had licked over his neck and the feeling makes him hiss between his teeth.

Taking advantage of him while he’s distracted, you throw one knee over his thigh and settle yourself on top of him. Seeing him like this and hearing his groans has you needing attention between your legs, so you decide to take care of it yourself so he can relax. He’s finally opening his eyes once he feels you drag yourself against him. Too exhausted to move, his hands reach for your hips and help rock you back and forth. 

Each time you drag your tongue along his smooth skin, you’re rewarded with a deep sigh or a rumbly groan. The sounds he’s letting out heats up the fire burning in your lower stomach and you don’t even register the way you’re grinding against his leg harder. You move slightly lower, placing wet, sloppy kisses over his chest. The salty taste only grows stronger on your tongue and you know you couldn’t stop even if you wanted to.

When your fingers brush over his nipples, he lets out a loud grunt as his stomach tightens and you can’t help but smile as you continue feeling over his body. You love how sensitive he is there, and always find a way to sneakily tease him just to hear what new sound you could pull from him. Your mouth drags over his chest some more, feeling the muscles under his skin tighten from your wet lips. 

You chuckle against his sweaty skin, loving how sensitive he got when you showed him the same attention he gives you. Frank was generally good at giving affection but wasn’t the best at receiving it, in all senses of the word. He was especially poor at receiving attention to more sensitive areas like his thighs and chest. Even now, his whole torso is flushed in a dusty pink color under his wet skin.

His hips give a faint roll forward and you pull away with a grin, pleased to see the effect you have on him. You let your mouth lead the way, licking trails down his salty stomach and pressing another wet kiss right below his belly button. Once again, the muscles clench tightly under his skin and you decide you’ve done enough teasing.

Getting down from his thigh, you slowly sink to your knees and push his own apart. He looks so good like this: bulge straining against his workout shorts, stomach shining from sweat and spit, and his eyes staring down at you, half shut from lust. Satisfied with your work, you slowly rub your hands up the insides of his thighs. Your palm brushes over his clothed cock and you see the way his hips push the slightest bit towards you.

“Easy, Frankie. I got you,” you reassure him with a small laugh, your hands curling around his waistband. You tug the shorts down past his hips and place one small, last kiss to his knee. Flashing him a wicked grin, you continue, “Trust me.”

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Zdinarsk x Afab!Reader || The Gym

OHHH BOY I HOPE THIS IS AS GOOD AS I FEEL IT IS LMFAO LORD SHES SO FINE, POSSIBLE PART 2 IF REQUESTED IDK HEBDUDBNDI

(love how it was supposed to be just a softish thigh riding fic and now it’s no where close to that)

NSFW MINORS DNI

Warning ; Squirting, daddy kink, fingering, oral, submissive reader

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To say Zdinarsk was hot was the understatement of the year, she was beyond hot, she was a fucking deity in comparison to everyone else, especially right now as you watch as she lay across the bench, large bar in her hands with giant weights at each end.

She had asked you to go to the gym with her today, and having the time, you thought maybe it wouldn’t hurt, it’s your girlfriend, might as well go show some support!

So now here you were, sat near your mountain of a partner, watching her and giving words of encouragement. Though it’s only natural that your eyes would start to wander. Admiring how her skin glistened, faintly glowing under the hair lights. Her muscular body covered in a thin layer of sweat from the previous and current exercises she’s done.

The muscles on her arms were tense too, flexing and slightly jiggling with each movement going up, then down, up, and down.

You tried being subtle in your stares, you really did.

Though Zdinarsk picked up on your gaze from the corner of her eye. Your eyes burned into her she could smell you. Your legs shifting not realizing yourself that you were getting worked up.

She knew she was the cause to your arousal, there was no denying that, and every thought of you she had drove her insane forcing herself to keep at her workout. Once she saw your thighs rub together subconsciously, that was when she broke, letting out a guttural growl as she puts the barbell back on its original stand with a loud clang.

Zdinarsk’s growl, wasn’t a quiet either, it rang through your ears, sending a wave of arousal through straight to your throbbing core.

”Come with me.” She orders out with a flare of her nostrils, having shifted quickly to be stood in front of you smelling the second strong wave of you getting excited. Your body’s reactions only spurred her on more—making her almost moan at the sole sight of you looking up at her.

Watching as you blink out of your little daze you had been in. You open your mouth, then close it promptly, nodding obediently.

The way you looked so innocent with your glistening eyes, it had her swiftly turn herself to power walk to the locker room, tail whipping fiercely behind her.

You follow quickly. Why had she suddenly stopped? (She hadn’t even finished her last set, and you definitely weren’t done admiring her either—)

The moment you passed through the door, she was towering over you, backing you further into the room.

”Are you always so desperate for me? So utterly pathetic that you stare shamelessly where everyone can see?” She sharply teases, words biting into you watching how you flush red, had you been that obvious? You were definitely embarrassed at being called out, the floor suddenly much more interesting then the sweaty, hungry predator before you.

You could barely even whimper a response, managing a weak, “Couldn’t help it..” You find yourself silently cursing at how your voice shook, eyes still blown watching your girlfriends every move.

She replied with a scoff before moving forward, predatory gaze still on you never wavering as she backs you into one of the benches in the room. You frantically try to collect yourself as you stumble over now sat, was she always this scary looking? It wasn’t a bad scary, quite the opposite in fact, it had your pussy clench at how she cornered you.

She loves seeing you embarrassed and nervous, seeing how you were also mostly excited by her every move.

”Couldn’t help it hm? Then I can’t help but do this.” She rumbles out, licking her lips having a big smirk form as she tears the sweatpants you had been wearing, successfully tearing them in the process with a loud rip receiving a loud gasp from you. She ignored your whines and protests about your pants, she herself was getting worked up, Zdinarsk also hadn’t realized just how worked up she herself had gotten.

She needed you, and right now.

To your girlfriend Zdinarsk’s delight, your bottom half was bare before her, juices clinging to your skin—no wonder your aroused scent had been so intense. “No panties today? For me doll?” She hums teasingly, brows raised at you with a smug smirk.

You found yourself whining once more in embarrassment—you forgot that you hadn’t put on underwear. You even did this intentionally when you changed for the gym now that you remember—This was all embarrassing, you keep getting caught, thing after thing!

You squirmed under her grasp, shying away in attempts to hide yourself and your face.

She, however had none of that.

Zdinarsk kept you easily held down, maneuvering herself skillfully to hook her arms around your thighs to hold you in place under her, tutting at you, “Don’t be a brat and answer daddy, be a good whore for me yeah?” She whispers, looking at your through her lashes as she sunk her head down.

You watched her kiss your thighs, then bite down hard leaving you to yelp in shock and pain, tear pricking your eye. “What was that for?” You whine, looking at her frantically, watching how she licked the now bloody giant mark at your inner leg.

“Most of my other marks re’ gone, had to add one quickly.” She stated, and without warning, she moved to nudge your folds with her flat nose, the sudden attention to your throbbing heat making you gasp. Her ears twitch in delight at the reaction, and she drags her tongue through your folds, ensuring her nose bumped your clit.

After that, her tongue began its assault at your sensitive hole. Shocked, a moan leaves you when she starts loudly eating you out, moaning sinfully into your cunt. Her tongue was relentless as she smoothly glided circles and figure eights at your clit, the wet muscle teasing your cunt when she would adjust to take more in to catch all of your juices in her greedy mouth. It wasn’t long before she was adding fingers to the mix either, barely giving you time to adjust to her tongues relentless pace.

You writhed in her grasp, choked out moans escaping you, it was happening all so fast, your previous arousal making your orgasm build much quicker then other days.

Zdinarsk could tell you were close now too, how you were twitching more frequently, how your breaths would hiccup—You were fucking drooling, how her fingers thrusted against your fluttering walls was driving you insane, and you feel so good. Your girlfriend never let up her intense actions, ensuring your pussy would be red and swollen from her.

She kept at her pace, Zdinarsk herself was enjoying this all too much, sweaty, your intense aroused scent filling her nose, god and how your skin felt beneath her—Her hips jerked forward instinctively and she groaned loudly.

“Daddy—Daddy wait—“ You blubber out through a strained moan, hearing her growl, “Take it, I know you fucking can needy whore—“

The coil in you snaps, her voice and how it vibrated against your aching clit, how her fingers curl inside you in the most sinful ways. You’re body spasms, moaning loudly under her as you cover her in your juices, effectively squirting all over her. Zdinarsk stared the whole time wide eyed, you’ve never squirted before with her.

You look down and you flush an even brighter red, staring in disbelief that you just squirted, and all over her face and chest,

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry—“ You barely stutter out, trying to catch your breath. Zdinarsk untangled from your legs and moved upwards, face coated in your slick, fingers still dancing across your now soaked cunt. And then, when she finally could reach, she roughly pressed her lips to yours.

“Don’t apologize, that was hot s’ fuck, never know ya’ could squirt.” She grinned out after you separate, and you whine.

“I didn’t know either! It just happened, hey—this isn’t funny, why are you grinning!” You playfully huff, pushing her chest lightly as if you could do anything in the first place—a small shy smile creeping it’s way onto your face.

Silence fell before you and her hand was still cupping your cunt, and you feel her grind her hand upwards against you. You saw how her eyes started to haze over again.

Your eyes widen, and you hear Zdinarsk loudly growl promptly stuffing her fingers back inside of you, leaning down to lick a stripe up your neck. Your moans were even louder then before, the sensitivity from your previous orgasm making your jaw fall slack.

“So.. I’d say you’re ready for daddy’s cock now, yeah?”

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hi fitness question, well more gym related question! what would you recommend for a beginner at the gym? for reference i’m a college student so i have access to a well equipped gym (or so people tell me). personally i have no idea how to use anything and i’m quite intimidated / nervous for a variety of reasons so i would love any advice <3 thank youuuu

This is gonna be long, so bare with me:

I'd recommend starting somewhere you're comfortable, if that's the cardio equipment then go ahead and hop on a treadmill. Get walking for 5 minutes to get some blood flowing, and then you can move into some weights. Most gyms will have dumbbells, barbells, and machines. Each machine should have instructions on how to use them, and an image or graphic showing which muscle will be worked with it.

Your goal should be to exercise each major muscle group at least once, but preferably twice, to get a full body workout. These groups are the legs (quads and hamstrings), back, chest, core, and arms (triceps and biceps).

For the legs, a leg press machine will be sufficient to learn on.

For the back, find a lat pulldown machine, and any rowing machine (chest supported row, low row, etc).

For the chest, find a chest press machine and a pec deck (pectoral flye machine).

For the core, planks for as long as you can and situps are always a good start. If you struggle with a situp, you can put your feet underneath something heavy and use them to help.

The arms don't have to be done if you don't have time, as the chest and back exercises will work the arms a bit anyways, but they can be done with any variation of a bicep curl and a tricep extension, both of which can be found through Google.

As for the exercises, pick a weight that's heavy enough that getting to 12 repetitions (reps for short) is difficult but not impossible. Do each exercise 3 times, each time you do them will be called a set, so you're doing 3 sets of each exercise. I hope this helps :)

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Omg !! Thank you thank you thank you!! For answering! You are such an Angel!😭🩷🩷! When I ask most girls, they don’t reply 😭! So thank you so much!

I have an okay butt! But only due to genetics too🥲(thank you family 🫶🏾) ! But lately, it’s been looking a little less firm. So I’ve been working out since august of last year! And finally! I’m seeing some progress! Barely you know. It’s taken me on such a roller coaster of emotions and self doubt if I should even go to the gym 😭 but thank goodness I did not give up! I’ve been waking up at 5 am to go!! Changing my eating habits, and eating less processed foods/ incorporating a bit of protein! And it’s finally paying off 😭!

So! When I stumbled upon your blog and absolutely wow! You are beyond inspiring! You are so pretty!😭🩷. (Please I’m not a creep, I swear they’re compliments 😭) like your cake is so firm and perky, and lifted! And the shape is just wow! Like my mouth dropped when I saw your pictures! You are so so beautiful! ✨.

My upper body isn’t the best either 😅🥲. But i prioritize it just because I have too😭. But I’ll incorporate more of the hip abduction/adduction, and hyperextension!! I usually avoid those because I’m so shy to use the machines 😭😂. Like I usually grab my weights and bar and go into a little corner of a room! But I’ll give them a try!💪🏼.

Same here I don’t have a fixed workout plan either! And you are absolutely so right about not seeing how far we’ve come with seeing what our body can endure. Or do workouts that used to be difficult at the beginning, but know they’ve become easier🩷 Like it just made sense to me, that I’ve been working out since august of 2023! And barely this month is where I have felt at my happiest and lightest emotionally. My body can finally keep up 😭. My body is looking different and I love how I’m changing physically 🥹.

But thank you so much for answering my ask! It means so much to me! I’m so sorry I’m like spilling my emotions here 😅. It just means a lot. And you are absolutely so nice and sweet and you look good!😁🩷

By any chance,(sorry to bother 🥲) would you mind sharing what your protein intake? 🩷 is it mostly through foods, or are you also taking a specific protein powder? 😯

No worries! I'm happy to help in any way I can 🤗

Congrats on those 8 months going to the gym!!!!!!!!!!🎉🎉🎉 You should be proud of yourself for sticking with it 😊😊😊 I'm a newbie too, I've started going to the gym on September 23' 💪

I know it's hard to keep going because I felt so anxious and dumb and out of place at the beginning of this journey 🫣 so I'm happy for you and myself haha creating a habit is difficult!!!!!! 😤

I'm glad you are finally seeing progress and it's a big part of staying motivated to keep working out and eat more home cooked meals and all the healthy stuff we try to do even if we don't succeed all the time 😂

Thank you for the compliments I appreciate them 💖

Today I did some upper body workout and ugh 😩 it's always like 'am I doing enough?' because I don't feel that strong haha my goal is to do pull ups one day 🙌🙌🙌🙌

You should try those exercises, I know I'm shy too and sometimes I don't want to be in front of everyone but I suck it up and do it and to be honest I've been saying to myself that I'll try squats on the Smith machine for ages and I haven't had the courage to do it yet just to not make a fool of myself 🫣🥲 so I get it

About the protein intake I couldn't tell because the only thing I do is to be more mindful of what I eat and I try to eat a good amount of protein with every meal. But yes, I use protein powder too, sometimes I have a protein shake with some fruit or baked oats with the protein powder or with yogurt but mostly when I think that I haven't eaten that much protein or if I have had workout that day. What I've been told is that if you're trying to gain muscle you should eat around 2 grams per kilo of protein depending on your weight 🤓

(I take myprotein whey powder)

Thank you for sharing your gym story with me ☺️