#doggy treadmill

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[ophernelia]

with this dog respiratory illness going around I haven’t been able to do much with my son (my dog) so i wanna get more fun stuff for him to do indoors. he’s a baby. he needs entertainment.

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Hiiiii queen, not sure if your requests are open but what are your thoughts on a reader x gym instructor Toji fic? as a gym girly, I’m feining for that shit bjsjsbsh 😭 If you’re not into it, no worries at all, just ignore this! thankyou loveyou 😛 hope u have an amazing day <3

HOT GIRL SUMMER! — toji fushiguro x female reader 

18+ content, minors and blank blogs do not interact. gym trainer toji, gym trainee reader. mentions of gojo satoru. toji's kinda a dork. lots of sexual tension. big dick toji yessir. orgasm control & denial. doggy style. fingering (f. receiving). big four: dirty talk, degradation, teasing and praise. slight dacryphilia. overstimulation and mindbreak. hair pulling. semi-clothed sex. locker room sex. p in v sex (protected!! no creampies today folks). crack + fluff ending, somewhat aftercare?

thank you to anon who requested this <3 i hope you enjoy!

— general masterlist ☆ read on ao3 

your first day at the gym felt a little like the first day of school — except instead of a backpack full of supplies, you had a duffel bag stuffed with coordinated athleisure and just a tiny bit of misplaced confidence. 

toji fushiguro. the name echoed in your head like a mantra, which was completely coincidental and not at all the result of a quick late-night “gym instructor thirst trap” google search. nope, not at all.

as you walked in, the gym smelled of disinfectant and...testosterone? was that what testosterone smelled like? you weren’t sure, but it had a distinct, musky gym-bro-y vibe. before you could question your life choices, a deep, gravelly voice boomed over the general clatter of weights and treadmills.

“alright, rookies! welcome to hot girl summer bootcamp. i’m your instructor, toji. keep up, and you’ll love me. fall behind...and you’ll still love me, just a little less. maybe. let’s go!”

oh. 

my. 

god.

this man wasn’t just hot. he was illegal. broad shoulders that could probably carry a family of four, a scar on his lips that somehow made him hotter, and those arms — did the gym air conditioning suddenly malfunction, or were you overheating just looking at him?

play it cool, you thought, adjusting your cropped tank top and hoping you looked effortlessly sporty rather than like someone who stayed up all night watching his gym tutorials on youtube.

“you, newbie,” toji pointed in your direction, his sharp green eyes locking onto yours. “what’s your goal for the program?”

your brain short-circuited. goal? what goal?

“uh, uh...i want to — uh…” you stammered, your mouth suddenly drier than a protein shake with no milk. “be able to...carry all my groceries in one trip?” nailed it.

he raised an eyebrow, smirking as if you were the funniest thing he’d heard all morning. “realistic. i respect that.”

as he moved on to interrogate another poor soul about their fitness dreams, you caught yourself staring at the way his tank top clung to his chest. focus! focus! groceries!

the first warm-up nearly killed you. 

it wasn’t even anything extreme — just high knees and jumping jacks — but you were convinced your spirit left your body halfway through. toji, however, didn’t seem to notice your imminent demise.

“c’mon, grocery girl,” he teased, jogging over to you during a plank hold. “don’t tap out on me already. what’s that, two minutes?”

two minutes felt like two hours.

“easy for you to say,” you panted, glaring at him. “you look like you eat kettlebells for breakfast.”

toji crouched beside you, his smirk growing wider. “nah, i eat waffles. protein ones. maybe i’ll make you some when you hit your first milestone.”

oh, so you’re a malewife too? just take me now.

you managed to survive the rest of the class, though it involved more wheezing than you’d like to admit. as you grabbed your water bottle, toji sauntered past, giving you a casual, devastating grin.

“good hustle, grocery girl,” he said. “see you tomorrow?”

you nodded, cheeks flaming. “yeah, tomorrow,” you replied, already dreading the soreness that was about to hit you in waves.

walking out of the gym, you made a mental note:

stop chanting his name during your nightly activities, because that would definitely get weird if you slipped up in class.

figure out how to be normal around the human equivalent of a greek god.

spoiler alert: you wouldn’t succeed.

— ☆

toji leaned against the front desk, arms crossed and brow furrowed as he eyed satoru, who was fiddling with his phone instead of paying attention to literally anything else. typical.

"seriously, satoru," toji grumbled, his voice a low growl. "five grand for this program? five? you think these rookies deserve me for that price? do you know how many squats i had to watch today? squats, done wrong."

"aw, c’mon, toji," satoru drawled, not even looking up. "think of it as community service. you're making the world hotter one newbie at a time." he flicked his snow-white bangs out of his annoyingly perfect face. 

"besides, you love attention. what are you complaining about?"

toji's scowl deepened. "attention doesn't pay my rent, dipshit. if i wanted praise, i'd do push-ups on the street. and don't call this ‘community service.’ i ain't some saint."

satoru grinned, finally setting his phone down. "you're just mad because you can't charge extra for...specialized instruction." his grin turned wicked. "you know, one-on-one, intense focus...maybe a hand here, a hand there."

"you're disgusting," toji deadpanned, though he didn’t bother denying the accusation.

"but i'm not wrong," satoru shot back, leaning on his elbows. "soooo? any student caught your eye yet? some sweaty rookie got your heart racing?"

toji huffed, his lip curling into a smirk. "isn’t it obvious?"

satoru blinked, genuinely curious. "wait, for real? who? the one in the neon pink outfit? or the guy with the weight belt who clearly didn’t need it?"

toji ignored the question, grabbing his water bottle from the counter. "none of your business, dipshit. but let’s just say someone’s got a long way to go before they’re carrying groceries in one trip."

“groceries?” satoru cackled, almost doubling over. “oh, man. you really know how to pick ‘em, huh? let me guess, rookie can’t plank for more than thirty seconds without praying for salvation?”

toji’s smirk widened just a fraction, and he turned toward the gym floor. "thirty seconds? generous. more like twenty. but...they've got potential."

“potential or a cute face?” satoru called after him, earning himself the bird as toji disappeared into the weight room.

satoru shook his head, still chuckling. “toji, you greedy bastard. just don’t make it weird, yeah?”

as if that was possible.

— ☆

day three, and your thighs felt like they’d been personally cursed by the devil himself. you were convinced that even sitting down was a workout at this point. 

but toji? toji looked fresher than a damn protein shake commercial — biceps bulging, sweat glistening, and his sharp green eyes scanning the room like a predator hunting his next meal.

and maybe, just maybe, you were on the menu.

you caught him staring again. or maybe that was just wishful thinking? nah. those weren’t just glances — they were slow, deliberate, and paired with that cocky little smirk that said he knew. knew you were stealing glances at him every time he turned his back. knew you were biting your lip and adjusting your shorts every time he got too close.

“grocery girl!” his voice cut through your haze, and you nearly tripped over your own feet.

“y-yeah?” you stammered, clutching your water bottle like it was a lifeline.

“plank position,” he ordered, stalking toward you with a towel slung over his shoulder. “let’s see if you’ve improved since day one.”

improved? babe, i can’t even look at my floor without flashbacks to this torture.

still, you dropped down, doing your best to hold the position without trembling too much. but then he crouched next to you — close enough that you could smell the clean, heady scent of his sweat — and suddenly, holding anything became a challenge.

“hips down,” he murmured, his voice low, and your brain went static.

before you could process it, his hand was on your lower back, pressing gently to correct your form. “like this. don’t cheat yourself.”

cheat myself? i’m about to cheat on my sanity if you don’t move that hand.

“you good?” he asked, his tone dipping into something almost teasing.

“uh-huh,” you croaked, feeling the tremble in your arms spread to every inch of your body.

“ya sure?” he leaned in just enough for his breath to ghost against your ear. “y’er shakin’ like a leaf.”

if you weren’t so oxygen-deprived, you might’ve said something snarky. instead, you clenched your jaw, determined not to crumble under his gaze — or the weight of his stupidly attractive hand.

“good girl,” he finally said, pulling back.

your entire body locked up.

did. he. just.

“keep it up,” he added casually, walking off like he hadn’t just detonated a dirty bomb in your brain.

you managed to hold the plank for another ten seconds before collapsing into a heap, thighs burning and mind spinning.

grocery girl? more like gone girl.

but as you left the gym that night, legs wobbling and sanity in tatters, you couldn’t stop replaying his words.

maybe next time, you wouldn’t just be locking in groceries. maybe you’d be swinging something a little more...muscular.

— ☆

you burst into the gym like a bat out of hell, duffel bag slung over your shoulder, cheeks flushed, and already out of breath — and you hadn’t even started the workout yet.

the weeknd’s smooth, sultry vocals blared from the speakers, which only made the scene more ridiculous. this wasn’t exactly the kind of music that screamed “fitness bootcamp.” but then again, satoru — ever the chaotic piece of shit — was in charge of the playlist. because why not let the white-haired menace control everything?

“late again,” toji’s voice sliced through the air, sharp and low, cutting right into your frazzled panic.

you froze mid-sprint, your brain short-circuiting as you turned toward him. he was standing at the front of the gym, arms crossed, one brow raised in a perfect arch of judgment.

“got caught up,” you said, lamely holding up your water bottle like it explained anything.

toji didn’t budge. he didn’t even blink. instead, his eyes dragged over you slowly, assessing. it wasn’t the fun kind of eyeing-up you hoped for; it was the “how much time are you about to waste” look.

“class started fifteen minutes ago,” he said, his tone laced with that signature mix of annoyance and condescension that had you wanting to melt into the floor.

“yeah, well, blame the playlist,” you blurted, motioning toward the speakers. “you ever try running on time to ‘earned it?’”

the corner of toji’s mouth twitched, but he quickly covered it by rubbing the back of his neck. “don’t try blaming satoru for your inability to read a clock.”

you swallowed, your cheeks heating up even more. “i’ll make it up, promise!”

toji snorted, shaking his head as he stepped closer. “oh, you’ll make it up alright.”

you blinked. “huh?”

“stay after class,” he said simply, his gaze locking onto yours. “you can finish the session one-on-one. wouldn’t want you wasting that bargain-bin fee you paid for this ‘hot girl summer’ thing.”

your jaw nearly hit the floor. stay back? alone? with toji? 

your brain immediately jumped into overdrive, filling in all the blanks with...decidedly non-fitness-related scenarios.

“uh, sure,” you managed to squeak, your voice somehow two octaves higher than normal.

“good,” he said, already turning away. “get moving, grocery girl. we’re doing circuits today.”

as you stumbled to the nearest mat, still reeling from the interaction, satoru leaned out from behind the front desk, earbuds dangling.

“one-on-one, huh?” he sing-songed, loud enough for you to hear over the weeknd’s crooning. “careful, rookie. toji’s not great with boundaries.”

toji flipped him the bird without even looking back, and you bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing — or screaming.

you didn’t know whether to be mortified or excited, but one thing was certain: this program was about to get a whole lot more interesting.

toji leaned against the squat rack, arms folded over his chest, watching you with a smirk that had trouble written all over it. sure, he didn’t care who rolled into class late — hell, he didn’t even care if they showed up. paycheck was a paycheck. but you? oh, you were special.

watching you stumble in all flustered and breathless, making excuses about playlists and time management? priceless.

now, you were sprawled out on the bench, your brows furrowed in determination as you pushed up a whole ten kilograms like it was the weight of the world. your form was...passable, at best.

“careful there, champ,” toji drawled, stepping closer. “don’t wanna overdo it. wouldn’t want you pulling a muscle with that massive load.”

you shot him a glare, though the pink creeping up your neck betrayed your attempt at nonchalance. “’s fine. i’ve got this.”

toji crouched down next to you, resting his forearms on his knees as he tilted his head, studying your face. “uh-huh. ya sure? y’er arms shakin’ like a chihuahua in a thunderstorm.”

“they’re not!” you protested, though your voice wobbled a little.

“mhmm,” he hummed, leaning in just enough to make your pulse spike. “y’er breathin’ all wrong too. gotta pace yourself. in through your nose, out through your mouth. like this.”

before you could argue, he demonstrated, exhaling slow and deliberate, his lips quirking into a smirk when your eyes flicked to them.

“got it?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.

you nodded quickly, your grip on the bar tightening as you tried to focus.

“good,” he said, standing up and moving behind the bench. “because i’m upping the weight.”

“what — wait!” you yelped, nearly dropping the bar as he added an extra plate to each side.

“relaaxx, grocery girl,” toji said, his smirk widening. “y’er stronger than ya think. or is it all talk?”

your jaw dropped. “i’m not all talk!”

“prove it.”

you gritted your teeth, determined not to give him the satisfaction of backing down. with a deep breath, you pushed up the bar again, your muscles screaming in protest.

“there you go,” toji said, his voice annoyingly calm. “juusst like that. keep goin’. you wanna make it to after-class, don’t you?”

you nearly dropped the bar. “excuse me?!”

toji chuckled, his eyes glinting with mischief. “you heard me. gotta be in top shape for...extra training. wouldn’t wanna disappoint, would you?”

you sat up, face burning, and watched him walk away, his broad shoulders and infuriating smirk seared into your brain.

what the hell had you signed up for?

— ☆

toji cursed under his breath, leaning on the counter at the front desk where satoru was spinning a pen between his fingers like he had nothing better to do.

“the hell are you even doing here?” toji grumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. “you’re not even working today.”

“who says ‘m not working?” satoru chirped, not bothering to look up. “i’m in charge of morale. and you look like you could use some.”

toji rolled his eyes. “whatever. just...ya got a condom or what?”

that got satoru’s attention. the pen stilled, and his blue eyes flicked up, wide with mock surprise. “toji fushiguro asking me for protection? man, didn’t think i’d live to see the day!”

“shut the hell up,” toji growled, looking around like the floor might swallow him whole.

“relax, big guy,” satoru teased, standing up and fishing through his gym bag. “why do you need one anyway? didn’t know you were into ‘safe sets.’”

toji’s eye twitched. “just hand it over.”

“ohhh,” satoru grinned, pulling out a foil packet and dangling it between two fingers. “don’t tell me this is for grocery girl? you finally gonna ask her if she’s dtf?”

toji swiped the condom out of his hand, shoving it in his pocket. “shut up, and dtf doesn’t mean what you think it does.”

“doesn’t it?” satoru grinned, leaning on the counter. “down to flexibility? full-body workout? man, she’s been killing those planks lately. bet she could handle it.”

toji muttered something incomprehensible, walking away before he could throttle the smug bastard.

back in the gym, you were finishing your last set, your face flushed and sweat dripping down your temple. despite the tremble in your arms, you racked the weights with a triumphant sigh.

“better late than never,” toji said, his voice low and smug as he appeared beside you.

“jesus, do you ever not sneak up on people?” you snapped, though your smile betrayed the irritation.

“you survived,” he said, ignoring your jab and eyeing you with a mix of approval and something darker. “good. now you ready for your after-class session?”

you blinked, tilting your head in confusion. “after-class? i thought we were done.”

toji smirked, leaning in just enough that you could feel the heat radiating off him. “oh, we’re just getting started.”

his eyes flicked over you, lingering just long enough to make your breath hitch.

“now let’s see how flexible you really are,” he murmured, straightening up and motioning for you to follow him.

your heart pounded as you trailed behind him, the faintest smirk tugging at your lips.

maybe satoru wasn’t entirely wrong about the full-body workout after all.

— ☆

you may have looked like the epitome of gym-girl confidence on the outside, with your matching hot pink spandex set, a perfectly executed high ponytail, and that “accidental” giggle whenever toji smirked your way, but inside? absolute chaos. a full-blown mental spiral.

did you stink? like...bad enough to ruin the vibe? gym sweat wasn’t exactly the kind that screamed sexy glisten. and no, BO unfortunately didn’t stand for bend over — though give it a few minutes and maybe that could change. if you played your cards right.

was your hair still in place? you couldn’t even check without making it obvious. sure, it felt secure, but your elastic had seen things today, and who’s to say it wasn’t moments away from snapping like your sanity?

and your lips — oh god, your lips. you’d spent twenty minutes on that routine before leaving the house, crafting the kind of pout that was supposed to say “effortlessly kissable.” the process itself had been more intensive than a skincare regime, involving a lineup of:

a honey sugar scrub (scrub, rinse, repeat),

a hydrating lip mask (because you weren’t about to let crust ruin the vibe),

a peach-toned lip liner to enhance the shape (read: fake plumpness),

a glossy pink-tinted balm for the natural flush, and

a strategically placed clear gloss dab right at the center for that “i’m dewy and so is my life” illusion.

now? that careful work had probably melted into oblivion, and you were too chicken to check in case it looked like you’d been eating barbecue wings during your bench presses.

but there was no time to worry about any of that now. because toji — yes, your gym instructor toji — had waved you into the locker room with one of those stupidly smug smirks, the kind that promised trouble.

and now here you were, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the empty space, his broad frame taking up way too much room as he leaned against the lockers, arms crossed.

“so,” he drawled, his deep voice practically dripping with amusement, “you gonna stand there all day, or did you actually wanna get to the...extra training?”

you swallowed, your mouth suddenly dry despite your meticulous hydration schedule all day. “oh, um, yeah. totally. i’m ready.”

toji arched a brow, taking a slow step toward you. “you sure? because you look a little...distracted.”

“i’m not distracted!” you blurted, louder than intended. “i’m just...focused.”

he chuckled, low and gravelly, closing the space between you in two strides. “focused, huh?” his gaze flicked down to your lips, lingering just long enough to make your knees wobble.

“then prove it,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “show me just how much you’ve been paying attention.”

your breath hitched as he leaned in, his hand coming to rest on the locker beside your head.

mental checklist? forgotten. lip gloss? nonexistent. your name? who even knows.

but whatever was about to happen, you were damn sure it was about to be worth it.

— ☆

toji had this all planned out — or so he thought. 

he was supposed to be the cool, non-chalant one here, the collected gym instructor with the alpha energy. though just thinking that phrase made him grimace. alpha energy? 

yikes. he’d rather drop his dumbbells on his own feet than lean into that nonsense.

but still, he had a role to play, didn’t he? lead the charge, keep it professional until it wasn’t. you know, manly things. hot-gym-instructor-guy things. 

except now, as he leaned casually (or so he hoped) against the locker, one arm propped above your head, his brain was running through a thousand different scenarios, none of which involved him being the one to lose his cool first.

toji couldn’t help it though — he was sweating. not just the faint gym sheen kind of sweat, but the sweating bullets kind, the kind that made him worried he’d be the one stinking up the confined space of the locker room. which, really, was the last thing he needed when he was trying to exude effortless charm.

he opened his mouth, ready to play it smooth. “so, you —”

and then your lips were on his, crashing into him with so much urgency it almost made him stumble.

oh. okay then.

toji froze for half a second — half a heartbeat — before the message clicked loud and clear in his brain. whatever he thought he was going to say, whatever stupid quip he had lined up, melted into nothing as he cupped the back of your head, pulling you closer like the damn door to the locker room was about to disappear and leave you stranded.

you tasted faintly like strawberries, probably from whatever overpriced lip product you’d slathered on before this, and toji had to suppress the urge to groan. the kind of groan that might make you think he was more desperate than he wanted to admit. but the way your hands fisted in his tank top, tugging him even closer, made him reconsider — maybe desperation wasn’t so bad.

he pulled back just enough to look at you, your lips flushed and eyes wide, and gave a low chuckle that felt more confident than he actually was in the moment. “well,” he drawled, his voice rougher than he intended, “guess we’re skipping the warm-up.”

you rolled your eyes, but your breath hitched as his hand slid down to your waist. “don’t act like you weren’t waiting for it.”

toji smirked, leaning in until his lips brushed against your ear. “message received, loud and clear, sweetheart.”

he might’ve thought he was supposed to be in charge, but hell, he wasn’t complaining about this turn of events.

“now let’s see if you’ve been keeping up with your endurance training,” he murmured, his voice teasing, but his grip on your hips told you he was already taking this challenge seriously.

training? oh, the session was just getting started.

— ☆

you thought you had an idea. you’d done your research, watched enough videos of the kind of stuff that should’ve prepped you for moments like this. but this? this was an entirely new level of freaky, toe-curling, brain-melting insanity.

toji had a system, a stupidly cruel system that you were 90% sure he cooked up just to mess with you. it was simple: he’d trace a muscle on your body, one agonizingly slow swipe of his rough fingertips at a time, and if you guessed the name of it right? well, you’d cum that many times.

easy, right? wrong. so wrong.

especially because right now, this cocky little shit had your gym spandex yanked down to your thighs, your ass perched high in the air, and was treating this whole situation like it was a damn trivia segment on who wants to be a millionaire. except the prize wasn’t cash — it was a full-blown ride to pound-town.

“alright, genius,” he drawled, his voice dripping with amusement as his fingers brushed over the curve of your shoulder, down to your upper arm. “name this muscle.”

you froze, your breath hitching as the cool air brushed against your heated skin. “uh — uh, the...deltoid?” you stammered, hoping the few snippets of your high school bio class would come in clutch.

toji snorted, clearly unimpressed. “correct. guess you do pay attention sometimes.”

the next second, he was gripping your hip, his free hand sliding between your thighs in a way that made your brain short-circuit. 

oh.

“‘s one,” he muttered against your ear, low and teasing. “don’t get cocky yet, though. we’ve barely started.” 

you barely had time to catch your breath before his hand trailed lower, stopping just above your thigh. “now,” he continued, his tone infuriatingly calm for a man currently wrecking your ability to think straight, “what’s this one called?”

you blinked, frantically rummaging through the dark corners of your mind for an answer. shit, what was it? quad? hamstring? quad-something?

“uh...quadricep?” you ventured, your voice shaking.

toji hummed, the sound vibrating against your skin. “good girl. maybe there’s hope for you after all.”

then he moved. his hand, his lips, the sheer weight of him — every part of him was suddenly everywhere at once, dragging you so close you could barely breathe.

and just when you thought you might lose it, he leaned back, smirking like the devil himself. 

“next question,” he said, his fingers brushing over the curve of your back. “get it wrong, and we start all over again. think you can handle that, doll?”

you groaned, face buried in your arms. “‘s isn’t fair,” you muttered.

toji chuckled, dark and low. “oh, sweetheart, life isn’t fair. but this?” his grip tightened, his breath warm against your ear. “this is me being generous.”

generous? you’d show him generous. if you didn’t pass out first.

— ☆

“well, well,” toji murmured, his breath hot against your neck as he trailed his lips down your spine, his rough palms kneading the soft curve of your hips. “looks like someone paid attention in class after all. didn’t think you’d actually pass my lil’ quiz, but here we are.”

you should’ve felt victorious, proud even. but all you could focus on was the heat pooling between your thighs and the way his voice dipped into that gravelly tone, each word laced with promise.

“so here’s the reward,” he drawled, sliding a hand beneath you to spread your thighs just a little wider. “two orgasms. back to back. think you can keep up, sweetheart?”

you shuddered, biting down hard on your lip to stop the whimper threatening to spill out.

toji smirked, watching you squirm under him. “oh no, no. don’t get shy on me now,” he teased, his fingers dragging along your slick folds, collecting the evidence of just how desperate you were. “your little cunt’s doin’ all the talkin’ for ya anyway. she’s real chatty tonight, huh?”

you buried your face in your arms, heat blooming across your cheeks as the filthy squelch echoed in the confined space of the locker room.

“awww, embarrassed?” he chuckled darkly, pressing two fingers into you without warning. “don’t be. she’s got a lot to say, and trust me, ‘m alll ears.”

you gasped, clamping a hand over your mouth as he started a slow, deliberate rhythm, curling his fingers just right.

“ah-ah,” toji chided, grabbing your wrist and pinning it to the locker above your head. “none of that. i said quiet, but not that quiet. lemme hear you, baby.”

you whimpered, hips bucking against his hand as his pace quickened, his free hand gripping your ass to keep you in place.

“fucckkk,” he muttered, glancing down at the ruined fabric of your hot pink pants. “look at that. already makin’ a mess, huh?”

your head shot up, panic flashing across your face. “toji! these are new —”

“not my problem,” he interrupted, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he pressed his thumb against your clit, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. “you shoulda thought about that before you wore somethin’ so tight. can’t even blame me. ya lil’ cunt’s the one makin’ all the mess.”

you groaned, half from frustration and half from the sheer overwhelming sensation as he added another finger, stretching you just right.

“tell ya what,” he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper as he leaned closer, lips brushing against your ear. “if you make it through both without ruinin’ those pants completely...maybe, just maybe, i’ll pay for the dry cleaning.”

“but if ya don’t?” toji chuckled, biting gently at your earlobe. “well...guess you’ll just have to wear ‘em messy next time.”

— ☆

“fucckk, you’re s’tight,” toji grunted, his fingers dragging slick trails over your thighs as he teased his tip against your entrance. “first with those tiny-ass weights, now this? guess i gotta stretch you out for the real deal, huh?”

you whimpered into your forearm, legs trembling from the aftershocks of the first orgasm he’d just coaxed out of you with his damn fingers alone. your head was a haze of pleasure and overstimulation, too lost in it to even realize how thoroughly you’d ruined your cute pink pants.

“hey,” he rasped, smacking your ass lightly to snap you back. “don’t go floatin’ off on me just yet, sweetheart. we’re just gettin’ started.”

his voice dropped lower, the sound rolling through the locker room like a growl as he pressed the fat head of his cock to your slick entrance, giving just the slightest nudge. “shit, you’re fuckin’ drippin’ already. you want it that bad, huh? bet you couldn’t even tell me when your pants hit the floor.”

“toji,” you whimpered, trying to form a coherent thought, but it all shattered the moment he pushed just the tip inside.

“ohh fuucckkk yeah,” he groaned, his head tilting back, a shudder running through his massive frame. “ya feel that, baby? nice and slow…fuckin’ perfect fit.”

he sank in another inch, his girth forcing you to stretch around him. the burn was sweet, electric, and you couldn’t stop the high-pitched cry that escaped your lips.

“shi, don’t go cryin’ on me now,” he muttered, though his voice was laced with a smirk. “or is it just ‘cause s’too big, huh? couldn’t handle me even if you tried.”

your walls fluttered around him at his words, and he hissed through his teeth, gripping your hips to steady you. “oh, ya like that? filthy lil’ girl. already squeezin’ me like you don’t want me to pull out.”

you tried to push back, eager to take more of him, but toji’s hand slammed down on the curve of your back, holding you in place. “nuh-uh, not s’fast. you’re gonna take me slow, jussst like this,” he grunted, rocking his hips forward and shoving another few inches inside.

“fucccck,” he hissed, leaning down so his chest pressed against your back, his voice all gravel and heat in your ear. “you’re gonna break under me, baby, but you’ll fuckin’ thank me for it later.”

you moaned, gripping the locker for dear life as he finally bottomed out, his cock buried so deep you swore you could feel him in your stomach.

“there we go,” he growled, pulling back slightly before slamming back in, the force jolting you forward. “shit, look at you, takin’ it so good. bet you’ll be thinking ‘bout this every time you put those tight little gym pants on again, huh?”

he thrust again, harder this time, his cock dragging against every nerve ending as he set a brutal pace.

“fuckin’ mess,” he groaned, looking down at the slick mess coating your thighs and dripping onto the floor. “but don’t worry, baby. promise i’ll make it worth ya while.”

toji’s pace was merciless, each snap of his hips pushing you further into the lockers as your trembling hands scrambled for something — anything — to hold on to. the metal surface was cold under your palms, a sharp contrast to the fiery heat pooling low in your belly.

“fuck, look at you,” he grunted behind you, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. “all that attitude earlier, now ya can’t even keep your knees steady.”

you whimpered, trying to push back against him, but your legs were too weak to cooperate. toji didn’t seem to mind, one arm looping around your waist to pull you flush against him as his other hand dipped between your legs. the first stroke of his fingers over your clit had your head lolling back against his chest.

“shit,” you gasped, barely able to form the word as he worked tight, relentless circles against the swollen bud.

“what was that, baby?” toji’s voice was a rough purr in your ear, laced with amusement. “can’t hear you over all that babblin’. ya sayin’ somethin’ real important, huh?”

you weren’t, not really. every attempt to speak came out as a mix of incoherent cries and choked moans, your brain too fogged up to string together a single coherent thought.

toji chuckled, leaning back just enough to grab your tit through the snug fabric of your gym top. “shiit, look at these,” he murmured, giving it a firm squeeze that had you arching into his touch. “what’s this one called, huh? c’mon, grocery girl, don’t tell me you’ve been skipping anatomy class.”

you blinked rapidly, trying to summon any semblance of a logical response, but the only thing that tumbled out of your mouth was a breathy, “b-boobs.”

toji froze. for a moment, the locker room was silent except for the wet, obscene sounds of your slick and his choked laugh. “boobs?” he repeated, his tone a mix of disbelief and amusement.

“uh-huh,” you nodded dumbly, too far gone to register the trap you’d just walked into.

toji groaned, but not the kind that promised satisfaction. he pulled back just slightly, the absence of his cock stretching you leaving you whining in frustration. “wrong answer, sweetheart.”

“w-what?” you stammered, your brain slowly catching up.

he pulled his hand away from your clit, ignoring your desperate whine. “told you, you gotta earn it. and what ya just said? ain’t even a muscle.”

“but —”

“nah,” he interrupted, gripping your hips to keep you from squirming against him. “you don’t even get the extra credit for effort.”

you felt him shift behind you, his cock brushing against your inner thigh, just out of reach.

“toojiiii!” you practically wailed, your voice pitching in desperation.

“naaahh, don’t ‘toji’ me now,” he drawled, smirking even though you couldn’t see him. “guess you’ll just have to wait for round two to get it right.”

the realization hit you like a truck: no correct answer, no dick. 

“it’s the pectoralis major!” you blurted out, your voice cracking with panic.

toji chuckled low in his throat. “shit, there’s my smart girl,” he murmured, thrusting back inside you with one sharp, fluid motion that knocked the air out of your lungs.

“fuck, baby,” he grunted, picking up his punishing pace once again. “next time, don’t make me work so hard for it, yeah?”

you’re not sure who to thank first — god, your ancestors, or that one stray eyelash wish you made last week — because the way toji’s pounding into you feels like some divine intervention. maybe all of them had a hand in it. you’re sobbing — like, genuinely sobbing — and not just because of the hair-pulling or the fact that toji’s filthy mouth has been spewing the most degrading things you’ve ever heard.

“shit, cryin’ already?” his voice is rough, tinged with smug amusement as he fists your hair tighter. “can’t handle it, baby? nah, you’re tougher than that. gotta be — still lettin’ me wreck this tight little pussy like it’s mine.”

you hiccup a broken moan, legs trembling so violently you’re barely upright, and the lockers are the only thing keeping you from collapsing. your second orgasm hits you like a freight train, ripping through your body so hard you swear you lose all sense of time and space.

“therrre she goes,” toji groans, his grip on your waist tightening as he drives into you harder, chasing his own high. “look at this mess. got you so fucked out you don’t even know where you are, huh?”

you can’t respond — not with how your body’s spasming, clamping down on him like a vice, dragging him closer to his edge.

“fuck, gonna cum with me, yeah?” he growls, voice strained, his hips stuttering as he holds you so close it feels like you’re merging into one.

him cumming is the final nail in the coffin, sending you careening into an aftershock so intense you’re genuinely concerned you might pass out. both of you stay locked in place, panting heavily, sweat dripping off your bodies as the reality of your very messy situation sets in.

toji’s the first to break the silence, his lips quirking into a lazy smirk. “guess you’re gonna need a new gym set, huh? no savin’ this one.”

you groan, burying your face against the locker as if it could somehow swallow you whole. “yeah, no shit.”

he chuckles, pulling back just enough to smack your ass lightly, earning a half-hearted glare from you. “don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it, baby. besides…” he shrugs, flexing a little in his tank top as he adjusts it. “i still look good in this, so we both won here.”

“we truly live in a society,” you mutter under your breath, earning another laugh from him.

he leans down to kiss the side of your neck, smirking against your skin. “damn right we do. now, c’mon, let’s clean up before satoru comes snoopin’. dude’s nosier than a fuckin’ bloodhound.”

— ☆

toji, ever the professional, seems to flip a switch the moment your sweaty, blissed-out bodies part. he’s tugging his tank top back into place and wiping his face like he’s about to lead another class. the audacity. 

his voice takes on this infuriatingly instructional tone, his hand on your lower back steadying you as he rattles off something about muscle recovery or post-workout hydration.

“you’re gonna wanna stretch that hamstring later,” he mutters, glancing down at your wobbly legs that threaten to betray you with every second. “looks like you overworked it — shouldn’t push yourself too hard, sweetheart.”

you blink at him, utterly dumbfounded.  this man — this man — is casually chatting about hamstrings while his cum is literally dripping down your thighs and your legs are trembling so hard you could probably register on the richter scale.

“you’re seriously talking about muscles right now?” you deadpan, crossing your arms even though they feel like noodles. “toji, ’m boutta faceplant, and you’re out here giving me a biology lecture.”

he grins, a little too pleased with himself, and leans down to plant his hands on his knees, face so close you can practically feel the warmth of his breath. “what, want me to kiss it better or somethin’?”

“kiss me, idiot,” you huff, tugging him forward by the neckline of that stupidly tight tank top until your lips meet his.

and just like that, the gym instructor act shatters. his shoulders relax, his hand curling around your waist with a gentleness that feels so at odds with how he’d been handling you not five minutes ago.

he hums against your lips, pulling back just enough to mutter, “damn, baby, you’re somethin’ else.”

“soooo, does this mean you’re carrying my groceries now?” you tease, brushing some of your messed-up hair out of your face.

“depends,” he smirks, straightening up and patting your ass with zero shame. “can you walk without lookin’ like a baby deer? if not, ’m keepin’ my hands free to catch ya when you inevitably fall on your cute little face.”

you roll your eyes, ignoring the heat creeping up your neck. “big talk for someone who can’t keep his hands to himself.”

“can’t help it,” he shrugs, leaning in close again with that wolfish grin of his. “you make it too damn easy, princess.”

if he keeps this up, your next gym session might be less about training and more about dodging toji’s wandering hands in the frozen food aisle.

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[mymindcreatedthis]

There’s so much! 18+

Reader x Jenni Hermoso

Word count: 3.5k

Warning: smut, Unprotected sex, Creampies, blow job, throat pie, dirty talk, Jenni begging for readers dick, hair pulling, spanking, R doming Jenni, Jenni receiving, pussy slapping, clit teasing, squirting. Positions: Missonary, Doggy, Reverse Cowgirl.

*Y/n's Pov*

It was Saturday the first week of camp. Jenni and I roommates this camp, all the girls have been super welcoming and nice to me. I toss and turn, tomorrow we had our first training session and I was nervous.

I couldn't sleep I kept tossing and turning. I sigh and give up on sleeping, I turn and look at the time.

6:30 am

I groan, I get out of bed. Jenni was still sleeping. I smile, she looked so peaceful while sleeping. I put on my gym shoes, I grab my phone, headphones and keycard and quietly leave the room and go down to the gym.

I put my headphones on, I jump on the treadmill. I turn on music and start jogging on the treadmill. I do 45 minutes on the treadmill and then switch over to weight lifting.

I start bench pressing, next thing I know Alexia is standing above me and spotting me as I bench press.

She smiles, she takes off my headphones. "Hey love. Shouldn't be bench pressing without a spotter. What's up?"

"Hey Alexia. Couldn't sleep." I say.

"Everything okay?" Alexia asks concerned.

"Nerves." I say.

Alexia helps me wrack the weight. She sits on my lap, me and her are best friends and she helped me get here on the team I owe her my life.

"What's wrong love?" She asks.

"We haven't done training yet. I'm really nervous about the training tomorrow." I confess.

"Hey hey." Alexia makes me look at her. "You are an amazing player, you are gifted and talented. I knew what I was doing when I told coach about you." Alexia says.

I smile and nod. "And I can't thank you enough."

"You don't have to thank me Y/n. You're my best friend, I'd do anything for you. I'll take care of you." Alexia says.

I smile. "I know you will."

"Finish working out and go back to your room. Jenni is worried about you, she was texting me when she didn't find you when she woke up." Alexia says.

I nod. "What time is it?"

"8:15." Alexia says.

She gets off my lap. She kisses my head and leaves the room. I finish working out and then head back up to mine and Jenni's room.

I unlock the door and go in. I close the door behind me and lock it, I turn and smirk and when I see Jenni asleep and touching herself.

I smirk when I hear her moan my name. I take off my shoes, I set my phone, headphones and keycard off to the side. I get an idea, I take off my shorts and boxers and toss them off to the side.

I take off my shirt and sports bra and litter them on the ground next to the bed. I join Jenni in her bed and lay between her legs.

I slide her panties down her legs and toss them off to the side. I kiss and suck on her thighs leaving hickys. Jenni moans as I do this and pushes my head to where she needs me the most.

I lick her folds. Jenni gasps and moans. "Mmm fuck."

I spit on her pussy, I slip in a finger and slowly finger her as I begin to eat her out. Jenni moans and roughly massages her boobs as I eat her out.

*Jenni's pov*

I moan in pleasure when I feel someone eating me out, I'm shocked when I see Y/n naked laying in between my legs and eating me out.

"Y-Y/n w-what are you doing?" I moan.

Y/n fingers me. "Mmm helping you out baby. You were having a wet dream and touching yourself when I came back."

I blush darkly. I bite my lip and moan, I run my fingers through her hair. I hold eye contact with her as she goes to town on my pussy, I moan as she slips in a second finger and fingers me faster.

"Mmm fuck Y/n right there" I moan.

I grip the sheets and grind against her face and fingers desperately for a release. I gasp and moan as she sucks harshly on my clit, she curls her fingers and fingers me faster.

I moan loudly in pleasure. I rest my legs on her shoulders and wrap my thighs around her head. Y/n locks eyes with me as she continues to eat me out. My chest rises and falls rapidly, my stomach begins to clench and flex at each movement of her tongue.

"Shit, Y/n baby I'm close." I moan loudly in pleasure.

Y/n continues to go to town on my pussy and fingering me faster as she eats me out. I grind against her face and fingers, the urge to cum was getting stronger. I moan loudly in pleasure as I feel that all to familiar knot forming in my stomach.

"Fuck.... Y/n fuck just like that!" I shout in pleasure.

Y/n Continues to eat me out. She slips in a third finger, and continues to finger me. Fuck I don't think I'll last much longer. This felt amazing I was gonna Cum and it's only been 10 minutes.

I can't take it anymore. I shout her name and break eye contact with her, I Throw my head back. My mouth hangs open I grip the sheets with one fist and hold her hair tight with my other fist. I moan and let go and cum all over her face, in her mouth, on her fingers.

Y/n helps me ride out my high, she licks and cleans up my sticky mess. She slowly pulls her fingers out of me, I moan as I watch her lick and suck my juices off her fingers.

"Mmm tasty." She says.

I blush darkly. "Fuck you really know how to eat pussy."

Y/n giggles and cutely shrugs. "I didn't know what you were into so I was just sorta winging it."

I smile, I pull her up towards me and kiss her deeply. I moan in the kiss as I taste myself on her lips. Fuck she wasn't lying I do taste amazing.

I blush darkly and bite my lip as I feel her tip rub and tease my folds. "Mmm just put it in me."

"Are you sure babe? I don't have a condom." Y/n says.

"Yes, I'm sure. I'm on a pill baby." I say.

She lays me down in missionary, I smile as she hovers over me. "Mmm I can get use to you being below me." I smile and shake my head and kiss her.

"Shut up you dork." I giggle.

"You're so beautiful baby girl." Y/n says.

I smile. "So are you." I smile, and look back at her and get lost in her beautiful blue eyes. Y/n was drop dead gorgeous she had sexy tattoos, beautiful blue eyes and blonde hair. Not gonna lie she was 100% my type.

*Y/n's pov*

I smile, I run my dick through her folds and slowly slide my dick inside her. We both moan in pleasure, her walls clench around my dick.

"Mm fuck babe you're so wet and tight." I moan.

"Shit you feel huge inside me." Jenni moans.

I wrap my arms around her, I hover over her as I slowly thrust in and out of her. Jenni moans, she wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me closer and holds me against her.

This makes me go deeper inside her, we both moan. "F-Fuck babe you're really deep in there."

"I'm gonna pump my cum deep inside you." I moan.

I pick up the pace and thrust in and out of her a bit faster. My balls slapping against her skin as our moans fill the room.

"Yea daddy, pump me full of your cum." Jenni moans.

I smirk, I pound her pussy a bit faster and harder. Jenni moans loudly in pleasure.

"Fuck it feels so good." I moan, I go faster and harder.

"Mmm I feel so full with you inside me." Jenni moans.

Jenni lays there moaning loudly in pleasure, her eyes roll to the back of her head as I continue to fuck the daylights out of her.

"Fuck....fuck....fuck." Jenni squeaks out with each thrust.

My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room. Fuck I don't think I can't pull out in time.

"Where do you want me to cum love?" I ask.

"Don't pull out, cum inside me." Jenni moans.

"Are you sure baby?" I ask.

"Yes I'm sure." She says moaning.

I moan and go faster than before. Jenni moans loudly she wraps her arms around me.

"F-Fuck." Jenni moans loudly in pleasure.

"Like that baby? Daddy's dick deep inside you stretching you out." I tease her as I pound her pussy a bit faster and harder.

"Fuck yes, daddy I love it so much." Jenni moans with each thrust.

I go at an angle and start to hit her g spot, Jenni screams in pleasure. She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me down and kisses me.

We both moan in the kiss as I pound her g spot at an angle. Jenni moans and rests her head against mine.

"Fuck I'm gonna squirt." Jenni moans.

I smirk, I go at an angle and pound her g spot faster and harder. Our moans filling the room as my balls slap against her skin.

"Ahh I'm close." I moan.

Jenni moans loudly in pleasure and squirts all over my abs, my dick and all over the bed. I pick up the pace and go faster and harder.

"Fuck I'm close daddy, I'm gonna cum." Jenni moans.

"Me too." I moan.

"Yes daddy, pump me full of your cum." Jenni moans.

I moan and go faster and harder than before. Me and Jenni moaning loudly in pleasure, I moan as I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.

Creampie #1:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her. Jenni moans and cums all over my dick, we both moan in pleasure as I continue to shoot ropes of thick sticky cum inside her and paint her walls white.

I help Jenni ride out her high. Once me and Jenni come down from our highs, I slowly pull out of her.

Cum oozes out of her pussy and drips down her thighs and onto the bed. I smile, I lean and kiss her deeply.

"Fuck that was amazing." Jenni moans.

I giggle, I smirk and get an idea I move Jenni to the middle of the bed and put her in doggy position. Jenni giggles and shakes her ass.

I bite my lip, and check out her ass as she shakes it. I smirk, I get up and get behind her.

I slap her ass, Jenni moans and jumps as I slap her ass.

"Fuck daddy I love when you spank me." Jenni moans.

She moans as I slap her ass again. I smirk and rub my dick through her cum filled pussy.

"Such a good slut." I moan as I slide my dick back inside her cum filled pussy.

We both moan, I place my hand on her hip. I grab her hair with my other hand I wrap her hair around my hand. I slowly thrust in and out of her as I pull her hair.

"Fuck....fuck....fuck." Jenni squeaks out with each thrust.

"Like that baby? Daddy's dick deep inside you stretching you out?" I ask teasing her.

Jenni moans and nods. "Fuck yes, I love your dick deep inside me stretching me out."

Jenni moans and throws her ass back against me as I continue to fuck her cum filled pussy faster and faster as I pull her hair.

I pull her close to me. We both moan as this causes my dick to go a bit deeper inside her. Shit this is so good I'm balls deep inside her.

"Shit I don't think I'll last long babe. Ugh your grip is amazing." I moan loudly in pleasure.

Jenni giggles and moans throwing her ass against me sliding back and forth on my dick faster helping me out.

"I guess I should help you out and make you cum deep inside me huh?" Jenni moans.

I moan loudly as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. Fuck her pussy was tight and warm and felt like heaven.

"Mmm I'm close." I moan.

"Ugh shit....me too." Jenni moans.

I moan loudly my balls slapping against her skin as our moans fill the room. I moan loudly in plans her walls clench around my dick.

Jenni throws her ass back against me as she slides back and forth on my dick faster and faster. Fuck shes really gonna make me cum.

"Ahh Jenni baby I'm close." I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer.

Jenni moans and goes faster and harder. I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming.

Jenni screams in pleasure and squirts again. Jenni squirts all over my dick, and on the bed sheets.

"Baby, I'm really close." I moan.

I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls as Jenni goes faster and faster.

Creampie #2:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her. Jenni moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as I shoot ropes of thick sticky cum deep inside her painting her walls white.

"Fuck I feel so full." Jenni moans.

I smirk, I help Jenni ride out her high. Once we both come down from our highs, I slowly pull out of her. Cum oozes out of her and glazes her folds and drips down her thighs and onto the bed.

I slap her ass again. Jenni moans as I slap her ass, I lean down and kisses her ass. I spread her ass cheeks and lick some of my cum up as it oozes out of her pussy.

Jenni moans as I do this, I squeeze her ass cheeks a bit rougher as I continue to lick my oozing cum off her folds. “Gah fuck Y/n.”

I wrap my arms around her and pull her back with me, I lay her on top of me, her back against my tits. I spread her legs with mine. I smirk as she’s now in reverse cowgirl.

Jenni moans and shudders as I rub her clit with my dick. “Mmm fuck.” She moans. I smirk as her legs shake and buckle in pleasure as I do this.

“Put it back in. Put it back in daddy.” Jenni cutely begs.

“Mmm yeah slut? You want daddy’s dick back inside you?” I ask teasing her.

“Mmm fuck please daddy, Ive been such a good girl. I’m such a slut for your dick and cum. Please I want more.” Jenni says.

I smirk and grant her wish. I slide my dick back inside her, Jenni moans as she takes my 11 inches back deep inside her. I moan as her walls immediately clench around me.

Jenni moans and leans back against me as my dick is back inside her cum filled pussy. I place my hands on her hips, I spread her legs a bit more with mine and slowly thrust up into her pussy.

“Mmm fuck, right there. Ugh just like that.” Jenni moans.

I moan in pleasure and thrust up into her faster. My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room, fuck her pussy felt so good. She had amazing grip, her pussy felt like heaven. Mmm so Wet and warm.

“Fuck baby you’re so tight and warm.” I moan.

I thrust up into her faster and harder. Jenni screams in pleasure and grips the sheets, I make her look at me and make out with her. We both moan in the kiss as I continue to bottom out in her pussy.

We break the kiss, we rest our heads against each other’s. “Feels so good. Don’t you dare fucking stop, don’t you dare stop. we aren’t stopping until you give me every last drop of cum.”

I smirk. “Yeah slut? You want more, such a naughty girl.”

We both moan as I thrust up into her pussy faster and harder. “Fuck, I’m gonna squirt!” Jenni screams in pleasure

I smirk, I slap and tease her clit. Jenni moans and shudders as I do this, Jenni moans loudly in pleasure and squirts. I smirk as I feel some of her juices go on my thigh. She squirts on the blankets and sheets.

We both moan, I continue to thrust up into her faster and harder. I moan as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. “J-Jenni baby I’m close.” I moan.

“Me too. Don’t stop don’t stop.” Jenni moans.

My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room. I rub her clit with my thumb at a fast pace. My breathing gets heavier letting Jenni know that I was close to cumming.

“Yes cum in me, cum in me.” Jenni moans.

I moan loudly In pleasure as I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.

Creampie #3:

I can’t take it anymore, I thrust up into her and bust my load deep inside her. Jenni moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as cum oozes and spurts inside her painting her walls white.

I slowly thrust up into Jenni. I help Jenni ride out her high. I slowly thrust up into her as the last of my cum oozes and spurts inside her.

I moan and slowly pull out of her, my dick falls limp. Cum immediately pours out of her. Cum coats her folds and drips onto the blankets and sheets.

“Mmm fuck there’s so much. I feel so full With your cum inside me.” Jenni moans.

I smirk. “Good, hehe I stuffed you full.” I say rubbing her sensitive clit.

Jenni moans and shudders as I do this. “Daddy?”

I smirk at her nickname for me. “Yeah baby?”

“Can I give you head and then we can shower together?” Jenni asks.

I nod, and smile. “Mmm yes please.”

Jenni giggles. She gets off the bed and pulls me to the edge of the bed, I giggle as she does this. I bite my lip and watch as she gets on her knees and kneels between my legs.

I smirk and tap Jenni’s cheek with my dick. Jenni smile and giggles as I do this. Jenni wraps her hand around my dick and slowly strokes my dick.

“Mmm fuck.” I moan.

Jenni giggles and locks eyes with me as she strokes my dick a bit faster. “Feel good baby?”

“Mmm feels so good.” I moan.

Jenni giggles and continues to stroke my dick. Once I’m hard, Jenni takes my dick in her mouth. I moan as Jenni slowly bobs her head. Jenni chokes and gags a bit as the tip of my dick hits the back of her throat.

I moan and Lean back on my elbows. Jenni places her hands on my thighs steadying herself and bobs her head faster.

“Fuck Jenni, right there.” I moan in pleasure.

I run my fingers through her hair and lock eyes with her as she sucks the soul out of my dick. She hums against my dick and bobs her head faster.

I moan, I bite my lip. Fucking hell who knew that Jenni Hermoso was a pro at sucking dick.

“Mmm fuck Jenni. Right there just like that.” I moan in pleasure.

Jenni hums against my dick, she places her hands on my thighs steadying herself as she bobs her head faster.

I moan in pleasure. After 5 more minutes I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls. “J-Jenni baby I’m close.”

Jenni massages my balls, I moan as I feel my balls tighten.

Throatpie:

I can’t take it anymore, I bust my load in her mouth. Jenni chokes and gags a bit as I cum in her mouth. Jenni swallows my load and sucks me dry.

Jenni gets every last drop of cum, my dick falls from her mouth. Jenni smiles, some of my cum drips down her chin as she opens her mouth and shows me a mouth full of cum.

I smile and gently rub her chin. “Swallow my cum.”

Jenni smiles and swallows my load. “Mmm you cum buckets baby.”

Jenni gets up she stands between my legs. I smile and sit up and kiss her, I moan in the kiss as I taste myself on her lips. Jenni smiles, she grabs my hand and pulls me up.

She giggles, she grabs my hand and leads me to the bathroom. “Hurry up baby. Might get lucky and get another round in.” Jenni says.

I smile and squeeze her ass as we walk into the bathroom. Jenni giggles and moans. We turn on the shower and get in, let’s just say we went another round in the shower.

We were definitely gonna get questioned by the team later at dinner but fuck it. It was totally worth it.

[princessmo]

they've got the equivalent of those middle aged women who block the whole grocery store aisle to talk about nothing. but in the pool

get out of hereeee you can talk about dumb shit anywhere but i can't splash around in my room. also the exercise room has windows looking into the pool and i dislike that. i'm not doing or wearing anything provocative but i don't need the guy on the treadmill watching me doggy paddle

[wyrddogs]

Stuff Zaku and I have worked on:

LLW, which he is getting very good at. Also turning to me when he feels collar pressure. Exciting environments are Too Much, so we're working on that.

Introduced directional commands while in harness. He has Walk On, Cross the Street, and Go Left down really well. Still working on Go Right, Heyoo (stop), Hop Up/Off (get on/off the curb), and Sidewalk/Grass. Today I switched from his cheap baby harness to Bindi's Hurtta harness. The baby harness was cutting off his air when he pulled and I do not want to discourage pulling into harness. The Hurtta harness worked super well! We did a bit of running (like, a block) and it was fun.

Went to a friend's house and he was introduced to sheep and goats, a roomba, a doggie treadmill, a cat, and other tervs. He behaved impeccably. He played with the adult male terv and learned to respect the adult female terv. He hung out with the cat and even laid down next to it. He loved the treadmill and was brave about the roomba. He also was super friendly to my friend and took treats and pets from her. She had a lot of very favorable things to say about him.

For agility, I've been working on send-outs around a tree and driving back to me for a toy. We can do it from a little under ten feet away so far. Goal is twenty feet. Also working on the concept of 2o/2o; teaching him to put his feet on my plank. He is starting to acquire some rear end awareness and will sometimes just swing his ass around and plant his feet while staring at me, which is perfect.

Formal retrieve is going great. I can toss the plastic planter and he'll race to bring it back to me. Still working on him bringing to my hand; he tends to drop it on me. This week he spontaneously began bringing me his jolly ball to throw for him, which he has not done before. He will also bring it straight back to me, which he also has not previously done.

I've noticed a lot of new mental maturity happening, and I really like the dog he is becoming. We are smack in the middle of some intense puppy uglies, so he's got a lot going on growth-wise.

[deez-no-relation]

Yesterday I’m at the gym on a treadmill and someone takes the treadmill next to me. This is a little odd because it’s usually like choosing a urinal in the men’s bathroom, you leave empty treadmills between people when possible. But then I realize there weren’t enough treadmills available for her to do that, and I was one of the only women on a treadmill, so it made sense that she would go next to me. Then I noticed she had a gym bag with a little white doggie in it. It was a pretty cute doggie, but at first I was annoyed because I just want to do my workout, ma’am, and why are you bringing a dog into the gym with you?

But during the next 30 minutes of working out next to her, 30 minutes during which the dog seemed very happy and calm in the bag, and had not made even a peep, my perspective on the matter changed. I wasn’t annoyed anymore. I realized the dog didn’t affect me in anyway, and I actually thought about getting a picture because its bag was hanging off the railing by the bag’s handles and I have never seen anything like that. I thought about sneaking a picture, but I also thought that’s kind of shitty to do at the gym for any reason, but by the end of the workout across my mind, that could just ask her permission to take a picture and she might be OK with that.

Ultimately, I didn’t take a picture, I didn’t even speak to her. I just went through a mental process of feeling judgmental, and then realizing there’s no reason to feel that way. I don’t think the staff knew that there was a dog in her gym bag, I don’t know why she felt she had to bring her dog to the gym, but it really wasn’t my business.

[new-berry]

Anthony Gordon. Part of his campaign to be selected for England he authorised this - look I follow entertainment, I know when someone has allowed People to leak the story

This is a cut and paste so no pics:).

Anthony Gordon has five days off — not that it looks that way.

The air-conditioning cannot stem the sweat and the whirring of the treadmill does not drown out the thoughts turning in his head.

It is June 2023 and the Newcastle winger is on a short holiday in Dubai. Hours earlier, he scored his first goal for the club against Chelsea, sweeping home on the season’s final day in a 1-1 draw. The next week, he is due to link up with England’s under-21 team at the European Championship in Georgia. Five days — his first break since January’s £45million ($57.3m) transfer from Everton — seems scant respite before a 50-game season.

“It’s tough to get out of bed to do roadwork when you’ve been sleeping in silk pyjamas,” the legendary middleweight Marvin Hagler once said. But Gordon, a boxing devotee, does not yet feel that luxury has been earned.

Friends jog sedately on the neighbouring machines, describing a gym buddy who is “running with a point to prove”. On other mornings, he rises early to put on his football boots and do doggie sprints — a punishing series of shuttle runs — on a patch of grass outside.

Since he was a child in Everton’s academy, Gordon has written down short-term, medium-term, and long-term goals. During this particular cardio session, he runs through his aims as he elongates his strides. Six months into his Newcastle career, it is time to accelerate.

“I’m going to help England win the Euros.”

“I want the No 10 or No 11 shirt at Newcastle.”

“I’m going to score this number of goals.”

“I want a senior England call-up.”

Halfway through the season, the 22-year-old is on track to hit almost all those targets. Despite the club’s difficult winter, Gordon has arguably been Newcastle’s player of the season so far — it took until December before he recorded two consecutive Premier League games without either a goal or an assist. In the FA Cup third round, he delivered the sort of harrying derby performance which begins to stitch names in the fabric of a club. At the club’s Darsley Park training ground, coaches describe a relentlessness to his self-improvement, a player who has to be dragged off the pitch in case of overexertion.

“He’s obsessed with being the best; it physically hurts him if he hasn’t been the best in training,” says a member of his tight-knit inner circle, speaking anonymously to protect their relationship. “He has that personality. Everything’s a game. Everything he has to win.”

That even extended to table tennis matches on his summer not-quite-holiday, chewing out friends who dared to challenge him. Like his adoptive city, he is direct, uncompromising and industrious.

Reader, boxer, aspiring Grandmaster, these are the edges behind this season’s explosion — and the secrets to the psychology which keeps him on the treadmill.

“The biggest thing for me was that he was always searching to go to the next level early,” says David Unsworth, Everton’s former academy head and interim manager. “At under-16s, he was desperate to get into the under-18s. As soon as he was in the under-18s, he was trying desperately to come with me (in the under-23s). As soon as he came with me, he was desperate to get into first-team training.

“That desire to get to the next level is something you can’t really instil in people.”

Gordon has always known where he wants to go. As a young teenager, he spoke in absolutes, with certainty. “When I play for Real Madrid,” was one example of an early dream.

Self-belief is not always easy to come by, especially when you have to fight for recognition. At 11 years old, Gordon was rejected by the academy of his boyhood club, Liverpool. He was not immediately snapped up by Everton either — their development centre initially released him before they were urged to reconsider by respected Merseyside scout Ian Duke.

Goodison Park is just a five-minute stroll from his mother’s house in Kirkdale and ahead of one pre-season game, Gordon was spotted walking to the ground with his boots under one arm. But there were no guarantees he would even make it this far.

Though his attacking talent was always recognised by Everton, there were long-standing doubts over his slender physique and work rate. While several others in his cohort were offered a professional contract by the club, he was initially just offered a lesser scholarship.

On the pitch, he was a match-winner,” says Unsworth. “The biggest problem we had with him was his stamina. So he played a lot of left midfield, on the left of a three, but he would just die on 60 minutes. He would look like he was being lazy and couldn’t get back, but it wasn’t that, he had just emptied his tank because he put so much into the first hour.”

In the summer of 2017, with his charge just 16, Unsworth took matters into his own hands at a pre-season boot camp in Spain. The most common word used to describe these few days was “beasting”. Misplaced passes and minor positional errors brought the burn of push-ups.

“He could be so harsh,” Gordon recalled in 2020. “It felt like an army camp. It was my first involvement with the under-23s and physically and mentally, I was drained. I matured into a man that week. We always had a good relationship off the pitch and (Unsworth) always told me how good I was, although you forget about that when you lose the ball in 80-degree heat and he’s making you do push-ups.”

The results began to follow. Still mostly playing for the under-18s that season, Gordon scored 14 goals in 15 appearances, along with four assists. A trademark attacking move still seen at Newcastle — drifting infield before curling a shot towards the far post on his right foot — was on full display.

He also made his first appearance for the first team — a brief substitute appearance against Apollon Limassol in a Europa League dead rubber. On that night, his callowness was evident— his shorts virtually down to his knees, a pair of Next boxer shorts on full display.

Though there were no issues with Gordon’s display, it would be almost two years before his next first-team appearance. It is hard to break through at Everton. Despite traditionally having one of the Premier League’s stronger academies, the club’s long trophyless run affects opportunities — they are less likely to blood youngsters in the cup, while managerial turnover means coaches are less likely to consider the potential long-term benefits.

In 2018-19, Gordon made the step up to the under-23s, helping Everton win the Premier League 2, and rival clubs were beginning to take notice. Strikingly, the calibre of sides after him included German giants Bayern Munich and Borussia Dortmund, whose interest was firm and sustained.

Gordon decided to stay — a combination of his “homebird” nature and assurances by then manager Marco Silva that he would soon be part of the first-team setup. At Everton’s Finch Farm training ground, Unsworth took the lead in poring over the physical data of the club’s starting attackers with Gordon — the likes of Richarlison and Dominic Calvert-Lewin — to provide a model for the teenager’s burgeoning work rate. Director of football Marcel Brands, who arrived in June 2018 having previously overseen PSV’s highly-rated academy, was also a major fan.

The chances, however, did not come. By the time lockdown hit in early 2020, Carlo Ancelotti had taken over from an embattled Silva, but his man-management style typically favoured established professionals. Gordon took matters into his own hands.

Moving out of the family home during lockdown, Gordon shut himself away in a house previously rented by Mohamed Salah with former Liverpool prospect Bobby Duncan and another friend, Callum Webb, who worked as a personal trainer.

For three months, the group did nothing but work — weights, circuits, runs around the local golf course. They hired a private chef to cook meals. Each night, ahead of the next day’s triple session, Gordon brought his notebook so he could research Webb’s planned exercises. For a player not yet established at first-team level, his initiative was striking.

Impressed and with his fitness levels among the best in the squad, Ancelotti handed him his first Premier League start in the first game of Project Restart. This was no easing in — but a Merseyside derby against title-chasing Liverpool. Just over a week after the 0-0 draw, Gordon delivered his first Premier League assist against Leicester.

Yet, that summer, Gordon again found his pathway blocked — this time by a global superstar. When Colombia international James Rodriguez arrived at Goodison Park, the teenager was uncowed. “I’m better than him,” was his attitude, revealing he knocked on Ancelotti’s door, a manager at that time with three Champions League trophies, to ask for more minutes.

Ancelotti admired Gordon’s chutzpah, but with Everton doing well in the league midway through 2020-21, the manager sanctioned a January loan. The reality was closer to a cattle market.

Around 25 clubs expressed their interest, including half the clubs in the Championship. From abroad, Hamburg and Wolfsburg were also serious contenders. Amid the battle was Bournemouth head coach Eddie Howe, keen to take him to the south coast, though the club’s Premier League status meant Gordon would not be assured game time.

On deadline day, the winger elected to join nearby Preston having given manager Alex Neil his word earlier in the window. In hindsight, the decision appeared a mistake. Neil was sacked soon after Gordon’s arrival and despite the teenager winning man of the match in an early fixture televised on Sky Sports, new boss Frankie McAvoy switched to playing five at the back. Gordon ended up appearing in just 11 Championship matches and the Champions League felt a world away.

“There is never a bad loan for a young player in terms of your long-term career,” says Unsworth. “Anthony went there, he was training with the first team, he didn’t play a great deal, and that probably fuelled his desire even more.” He was right on that.

“The Championship is a whole different world to the Premier League,” Gordon said afterwards. “I was getting used to that and thinking, ‘This is not where I want to be’. That’s where you see a lot of young players either push on or fizzle out. I wasn’t going to be the one to fizzle out.”

Back in Liverpool, it is fight night. If Gordon returned to Everton in search of fireworks, then this was a place to find it. Liverpool is a city with a proud boxing history, producing world champions such as John Conteh, Tony Bellew and brothers Liam and Callum Smith, who both grew up in the same Kirkdale neighbourhood as Gordon.

This evening, it is Peter McGrail in the ring, the super-bantamweight and former Olympian boxing to protect his undefeated record. He wins handily, comfortably inside the distance, and trainer Paul Stevenson begins the debrief, wanting to set his fighter free into the night. Afterwards, in walks a teenager.

“Peter is friends with Anthony, but I hadn’t met him before,” says Stevenson. “He just came backstage and asked if he could do some sessions with me. He said he’d done it as a kid, was very enthusiastic, and wanted to improve cross-discipline. So he came in and was good. Boxing is a very technical sport. If you follow advice, you get better quickly.”

When Gordon signed for Newcastle, Kieran Trippier joked that he better be wearing his boxing gloves after a testy duel at St James’ Park earlier that season. In truth, the new arrival had more than a puncher’s chance. Stevenson was impressed with what his new charge showed.

“You’re always careful with new boxers not to overload, but I found he could take a lot on for a novice,” he says, revealing no other footballer had ever come to him for similar training. “He already had some skills which were transferable — agility, athleticism, physical intelligence — but I think the boxing helped his football.

“It’s a very explosive sport, the amount of brain power which goes into it, if you’re doing it properly, there’s no sport like it. The speed of thought and technique — you don’t just think of your own moves, you think of your opponent’s next moves — and you’re doing it quickly and you’re doing it with pain. Then add the amount of determination and resilience you have to have and you can see why he was attracted to it as an athlete and as a performer.”

Gordon credits the sport with helping his confidence and self-esteem as he adapted to senior football, but also more tangible footballing effects.

“A family member actually said to me after I started boxing that my whole football game changed and I didn’t really notice it until he said it,” Gordon told TNT Sports in 2021. “I was like, ‘You’re right’. I like tackles now and I like contact.”

After signing for Newcastle, Gordon asked Stevenson if he could recommend any local trainers to continue boxing and was given the number of a gym in Peterlee, though he has not continued the sport since moving to the north east. But that was still a first-team breakthrough, two years, and £45million away.

Back in the summer of 2021, after Ancelotti’s sudden departure to Real Madrid, strong interest came in again, with Hamburg close to taking him on loan. But after a strong pre-season, new manager Rafa Benitez refused to sanction any departure. For the first time, Gordon was an established first-team player.

What happens when you summit the mountain but cannot see the view?

Everton started to struggle as Gordon began to flourish, slipping from the top half of the Premier League to the relegation zone. Though he only managed four Premier League goals in 2021-22, the eye test showed a player bearing much of the creative burden, with his interventions also including a crucial winner against Manchester United as Everton scrapped for survival.

Shuffled between left wing, right wing, No 10, and even makeshift striker, Gordon was picking up bruises but also bouquets. By this time already a regular of Lee Carsley’s England Under-21 squad, his breakthrough season brought further attention from clubs aware of Everton’s parlous finances.

Chelsea came in with multiple bids that summer, with Thomas Tuchel wanting to transform him into a wing-back. Everton had engaged in negotiations, but it is understood that Richarlison’s sale to Tottenham Hotspur significantly diminished their desire to sell — late chairman Bill Kenwright did not want two stars to leave in a single window.

Nevertheless, things moved quickly by January, with Everton continuing to struggle both on and off the pitch. Newcastle agreed a £45million deal, to be paid in a lump sum to help Everton’s FFP, and amid a situation at Goodison Park which was growing more toxic, Gordon was suddenly no longer a boy clad in royal blue.

The thorny circumstances of Gordon’s exit are still painful for both the club’s fans and the player himself. Everton put out statements saying Gordon had not reported for training while he was negotiating a transfer in London at the request of owner Farhad Moshiri and Gordon admitted his hurt at the club’s curt 59-word departure statement.

Twelve months on, it is evident that the move suited all parties — Everton received a large sum for an academy product and have re-emerged stronger, Gordon had a more stable environment, and Newcastle had a long-term target.

For a little while, however, it looked as if Tottenham were Newcastle’s main rivals. Director of football Fabio Paratici, noticing Gordon’s defiance in a 5-0 loss at Spurs in March, later described the winger in transfer discussions as his “favourite player in the Premier League”. Antonio Conte was also a fan, with multiple discussions taking place between both clubs and Gordon’s representatives.

Ultimately, however, the choice came down to the winger. Gordon was won over by Newcastle’s trajectory — his admiration for Howe, the style being played, and the club’s rapid improvements — and was earmarked by recruitment staff as a priority target.

Some fans were sceptical — seeing a player whose goals and assists record did not match up to their Champions League pursuit and who had been rubbed up the wrong way by his on-pitch scrappiness. But Gordon was betting on himself. He always had.

In many ways, Gordon’s first months at Newcastle were reminiscent of his frustrations at the start of his Everton career. Despite his physical training, Howe’s system demanded a higher work rate still, an evolution of the off-ball skills which initially attracted Newcastle. The tactics also bore a weight — moving to a possession-based side for the first time in his career. The initial minutes were not what he anticipated.

“I would say last year it was difficult because I had to come in and sort of swallow my ego a lot,” he told the Newcastle programme earlier this season. “People talk about ego as a bad thing, but it’s not. None of us get to this level without having an ego.

“But I think I came in and expected a lot of myself and the way the team was, with the momentum they had, it was always going to be difficult. But I was a bit naive to that, so it was accepting that and moving on quickly and just accepting that it wasn’t going to be easy.”

These exasperations came to a head against Brentford in April, when Gordon, having delivered an impressive cameo off the bench, was substituted himself with moments remaining. He cast off Howe’s attempted greeting and threw himself into his seat, seething. Howe ground his teeth at the impudence. Sources from both the player and club side insist the incident was forgotten about within 24 hours, but its symbolism remained — the impatience of unfulfilled expectation.

It is undeniable, despite his goal on the final day of the season, that it was a frustrated Gordon sprinting on the hotel treadmill, running towards a future which he cannot bear to wait for. This is the natural by-product of a psychology which the player himself describes as fixated, with his obsessive, driven personality leading to an intensity which can be misperceived from afar.

As well as the Brentford incident, take the ire among Newcastle fans after his win-at-all-costs display at St James’ Park for Everton last season, or the anger from Everton supporters when he was open to furthering his career in the north east.

“I get really obsessed with things,” he told Newcastle’s website in September. “Whatever is on my mind for those couple of weeks, I’ll buy all the gear, research every detail of it — it’s just my personality.

“I think that’s a good thing because I don’t just settle for being average at something — I want to be the best at everything I do. It’s a good mindset to have, but I think it stresses the people around me out.”

That manifests itself in physical preparation — holiday doggie sprints before breakfast — but also his downtime. While on international duty at the Euros, Gordon replaced black and white stripes with black and white checks, challenging the entire squad to games of chess.

Several footballers play — AC Milan forward Christian Pulisic a notable example — with the blitz and rapid formats pushing players to make quick decisions. That chess is boxing without the violence also appealed. The only opponent he could not vanquish was team doctor Matt Perry — who was on a “different level” to anyone else in the squad.

In Georgia, staff members were impressed with the extent to which Gordon had matured since his early days in the international setup. Reflecting his importance to the squad, Lee Carsley trusted him with a crucial tactical brief — a false nine role which did not come naturally. The tournament, however, was a blinding success — securing two goals and an assist, the tip of England’s spear as they won the tournament.

Most encouraging of all was the development of two areas of his game — link-up play and finishing — which playing through the middle forced him to develop. UEFA awarded him player of the tournament, joining a list of luminaries such as Petr Cech, Fabio Cannavaro, Luis Figo, Andrea Pirlo. Goal one — complete.

“I’ve always said he can play left, he can play right, he can link, he can play 10,” says Unsworth. “He can actually play in the midfield three. But when he develops physically, upper-body wise, when he becomes a real mature man, I think he’ll actually end up as a striker if I’m being honest with you because he’s got everything and he’s good in the air as well.”

He pauses, before adding: “You know, the thing with Anthony, he’s a very intelligent footballer both on and off the pitch. I found that quite endearing to be honest. He would always ask the question ‘Why?’.”

It is a question Gordon has never stopped asking. He is a voracious reader, constantly making his way through sporting biographies, psychology manuals and leadership theory, with a half-finished text always found on some surface at his home.

Kobe Bryant’s book, The Mamba Mentality, is a particular favourite, outlining not just his dedication, but also his resilience — the NBA’s all-time leader in missed shots, but also fourth on the all-time scoring list. In the difficult periods of the past 18 months, one suspects it helped.

Another of Gordon’s hobbies is snooker — the winger playing a range of cue sports from a young age — with seven-time world champion Ronnie O’Sullivan another hero, despite his clear differences from Bryant.

The Chimp Paradox, written by O’Sullivan’s sports psychiatrist Steve Peters, is another well-thumbed book, which has helped him separate the emotional side of his brain (the chimp) from the analytical part (the human). Pivotal, Gordon found, was how to control and train the chimp — making instincts your best friend rather than worst enemy is pivotal to a footballer forced to make both quick decisions and exist in the public sphere.

It is a window into his process. After completing each book, Gordon will steal nuggets of information he feels can help him — a magpie mentality as well as a mamba.

“I found it to be very easy to try and get Anthony to focus because he was desperate,” says Unsworth. “And when you are desperate to do something, certainly when you back that up with the individual talent, 99 times out of 100, you will succeed.”

In the past year, the 22-year-old has left his boyhood club, acclimatised to another, brought himself to the edge of the England squad and, in recent months, become a father.

Life, like Gordon himself, is relentless. But this is a psychology that knows little else. There is nothing to do but get back on the treadmill and start sprinting. It is not yet time for the silk pyjamas.

[pinkmoondoll9shihtzu]

imagine, if you will, landong on titan in your pink moon spaceship, in your pink astronaut gear, pochita in her own matching spacesuit. the ship door opens up, a treadmill extends to the ground, you are slowly moving along said treadmill, you look around into the fog, and then… the alien creatures come out to meet you, small things, furry things… shihtzus… the home of the shihtzus. every color imaginable, from white fur, to brown, to black, to pink, to blue, to green! but something is off about these aliens… their little antennas! coming from behind their ears, bouncing with each doggy step. hmm, and now they are sniffing at your feet, sniffing around pochita, standing on their back legs, with their front legs resting on your own two legs, looking up at you… they have accepted you! ella and pochita, queens of titan!

omg >w< *hiding face in hands*.....humble tzus of titan, i could never be your queen! i only wish to walk amongst u as an equal! pochita, however....she will not accept anything less than the role of royalty.! together we can all serve her every whim and elevate her to levels of majesty yet to be realized even by her ancestors ! pochita, do you have any words for your newest minio--UMM POCHITA???? pochita staring wide eyed & chewing slowly w/ two antennas sticking out of her mouth: =K ??

[fandom-sheep]

MCC Pink Parrots

Wilbur POV 23 JUL 22 Part 1/1

My streamer was so late someone help him

I also forgot to type my thoughts

Anyway now he’s stuck in a hot air balloon

Dogs!!! My favorite thing! At least when watching Wilbur stream.

I want to pet the dogs. My little statistics loving brain wants to devise the most efficient method of petting the dogs in relation to click speed and several other factors.

Oh the people who broke the elevator swapped skins.

Wilbur and Shubble staying in the same skins because they prioritized dogs, as they should.

ACE RACE!!! Time for new AceRaceXWilbur Lore.

Ace Race got a facelift.

Turtle Run? Tortles?

I want to make cosplays of the different MCC games. But only closet cosplays with stuff I already got in my closet and cosplay hoard.

Aimsey comforting Wilbur after a new girl moves into his high school crushes house after their family moves away.

Only reason I don’t like turtle run, it’s keeping us from listening to Wilbur do the little music dude thing.

“How do you lose a girl?” “You forget to cherish her.” Y’all remember that quote? Seems fitting.

Oh Wilbur is falling for Sands of Time now. Can’t wait to hear this saga.

Summary of Ace Race Lore: Wilbur doesn’t like turtle run, misses ace race, gets over ace race slowly, now likes “dogging” and sands of time.

Hey! Not Last!

Also the streamer is quietly singing and is huffing a kazoo (?)

Doggies!!!!!

Oh he’s puffing aerosol. Aerosol something.

Not Noxcrew approved. Language “Dogging”

We’re in 6th not that bad. 9th. 9th. 10th. 10th. 9th. 10th. 9th. 9th and Not Last!!!

Oh Wilbur’s flying off the map again. He’s going to find something he shouldn’t find again.

It’s interesting seeing all the scores pop up there.

Wilbur knows one thing and it’s zoom through gaps.

Doggy! Doggy! Pet! Pet!

Now the high heck did we do that? I was distracted trying to get everything set up for school.

Yes we are noble shrews.

Oh poor Aimsey. Burrow away lil mole.

Well that was a round.

Go little burrowers! You’ve got this!

It’s hard to hide when you are bright pink.

Ranboo was dropped.

Bridge. Boarder! Run for it! You know what sure split up. Harder to kill the whole team at once.

Sapnaps there! Go Wilbur! Nooo. Good try.

Wilbur eating a cucumber didn’t even register in my brain. Streamer just does random stuff like that.

Dog time! Or you know potty break.

Now dogs!

Oh look there’s tumblr’s favorite Goodtimewithscar

Audience vote! I didn’t vote I watched my streamer pet dogs.

Oh I swapped the quality of my stream and I was so behind.

Them just saying hey to random people. Glad I just lurk and don’t really speak in chat.

The Sneeg got the Ranboo! The Sneeg got the Blushi! The Sneeg got the Wilbur! We got the nobody.

Ranboo singing random ditties while he hunts.

The Ranboo spin? Oh Hamster Dance!

10 seconds. Good try Wilbur.

Go Wilbur! You’ve got this! Come on Will you’ve got it! Hooray!

We won that round!?! Good job Ranboo! Mans just entered Gamer Mode.

Wilbur feeling stubby towards Phil.

Good job Will! I love watching hunter POV because it’s so cool seeing them in the zone.

Ranboo! 10/10 hunter!

8th! We’ll take it!

Dogs! Oh yeah I can check the MCC live website!

We’re 10th overall but we’re making our way to not last.

It’s nice seeing my streamer on my main leaderboard on the site for his animal petting accomplishments.

MELTDOWN! I haven’t gotten to see it played yet.

Or you know Rocket Spleef.

Ok I’m back now that rocket spleen is done. I’m never invested in that one.

Dog pets!!!

Wack a mole!

Now for Phil to beat everyone this round of the game.

Ooo not a bad round. And the background noise of them talking about… whatever this is… is perfect.

Ranboo “Mom!”

Aww. Wil and his mama trying to stay aware of where each other are.

Wilbur how have you not hit one! How did you miss all of those!

My poor streamer. The treadmill hamster is sleepy.

Streamer has escaped.

Is Ranboo alone? Did we all abandon him?

Wilbur returns with the American Anthem just before game time.

My streamer is laying on his mic.

Wilbur don’t you hate buildmart? Why are you pouting over meltdown?

No sands for you sad boy.

Really Wilbur switched from Ace Race to Sands that quick.

Oh we’re struggling. We did really good.

Wilbur flying through random gaps.

Go team go! Don’t get frozen this early.

Well we did significantly not as good that time but you know it wasn’t horrible.

Now to fly through gaps and cause problems.

Go Fox!

You guys got this! Get your coins!

Wilbur Hmming while frozen and wishing he could place the ice. Understandable.

Doggies! And getting 11 channel points back on the 10 I bet. Woo 1 more point.

Go Tommy!!!

Hello Philza

Oh yeah red did have someone sub in.

Come on Red. I believe in you!

Oh no red isn’t going to make it.

Oh well maybe not! One on One!

Go Red!

I love Eret and would love for her to win. But go Tommy!

Please Red. Please. Shubble.

I’ll be happy no,after which team wins but.

Good job orange! I’ll have to go back and find a clip of Eret realizing their team won!

Ah the Brothers.

Pet the dogs? Dog rank?

That was a horrible to get to the other side round. He should have been able to win that one.

Wilbur with his dogging rank. Good for him.

Bye Bye Wilbur!

Ooo Raiding Dream. Let’s get those raid points.

Oh dream left. Alright off to Ranboo.

Did Ranboo f-ing end at that exact same time?

Fine off to Eret.

Anyway see y’all! Have a good rest of your MCC.

I’m going to see HannahKate’s day 500.

[skellymom]

I bellydanced (tribal fusion/goth) in my 30's on stage and at events. Last gig was professional to raise money for charity.

I'm 54 and still bellydance. Just do it at home for fun and exercise. Fuck the treadmill and going to the gym. Not my thing.

I walk my doggie and bellydance.

“I’m almost 50, and here is the best thing I have learned so far: every strange thing you’ve ever been into, every failed hobby or forgotten instrument, everything you have ever learned will come back to you, will serve you when you need it. No love, however brief, is wasted.” @louisethebaker on Twitter

[freenewsreport]

National Dog Survey 2024: Insights Into Our Furry Friends’ World

Dogs truly are a human’s best friend, aren’t they? With every passing year, we grow closer to these four-legged companions who never fail to warm our hearts. But have you ever wondered what other dog owners think about their pets? That’s where the National Dog Survey 2024 steps in. This yearly survey helps us get a deeper understanding of what’s going on in the dog-owning community. Whether it’s about favorite breeds, popular names, or quirky dog behaviors, this survey gives us a snapshot of life with dogs in 2024.

What Is the National Dog Survey 2024?

So, what’s the deal with the National Dog Survey 2024? It’s a comprehensive annual survey conducted to gather insights from dog owners across the country. This year, the survey reached new heights, focusing on things like breed popularity, training trends, pet care preferences, and even dog-owner relationships.

Why Is This Survey Important?

It Highlights Dog Care Trends: Are dog owners leaning more towards organic food or raw diets?

It Reveals Breed Popularity: Which dog breeds are in the spotlight this year?

It Gives Owners a Voice: Dog owners get the chance to express their opinions and share their experiences.

Top Dog Breeds of 2024

Curious about which breeds are stealing the show this year? The National Dog Survey 2024 reveals some surprises! While the usual suspects like Labradors and Golden Retrievers remain popular, some underdog breeds are gaining traction. Here’s a sneak peek at the top five:

Labrador Retriever – Always a classic!

French Bulldog – Small but full of personality.

Golden Retriever – The ultimate family dog.

Dachshund – Those tiny legs are hard to resist!

Australian Shepherd – Active and intelligent, a perfect companion.

Training Trends in 2024

With dogs becoming such an integral part of our lives, training has become a hot topic in the National Dog Survey 2024. Owners are now more focused on positive reinforcement and teaching their pups new tricks. Here are some of the top training trends:

Positive Reinforcement: No more old-school methods! Treats and praise are the way to go.

Clicker Training: Dogs respond to the sound of a clicker, making training more fun and engaging.

Group Classes: Socializing with other dogs while learning? Double the fun!

How Important Is Training for Dog Owners?

According to the survey, an overwhelming 85% of dog owners believe that training is essential for a well-behaved pup. This trend reflects the growing understanding of canine psychology and the importance of positive interactions.

The Role of Technology in Dog Care

Let’s face it – technology is everywhere, and that includes dog care! The National Dog Survey 2024 found that more and more owners are turning to tech to take care of their dogs. From GPS collars to smart feeders, the future of pet care is here.

Here are a few tech gadgets making waves:

Smart Collars: Track your dog’s location, activity, and even health stats.

Automated Feeders: Perfect for busy pet parents who want to maintain a feeding schedule.

Pet Cameras: Keep an eye on your dog when you’re not home!

Dog Health and Wellness in 2024

When it comes to health, dogs are getting pampered more than ever. The National Dog Survey 2024 highlights that dog owners are now prioritizing wellness just as much as they would for themselves. Here are some areas of focus:

Holistic Diets: Many dog owners are shifting towards natural and organic foods for their pups.

Regular Vet Check-ups: Keeping up with vet visits has become a must for the majority of dog owners.

Canine Fitness: From doggy yoga to canine treadmills, exercise is a big deal!

Fun Facts from the National Dog Survey 2024

Ready for some fun tidbits? Here are some quirky findings from this year’s survey:

Most Common Dog Name: Bella – still reigning as the top dog name for the third year in a row!

Favorite Dog Treat: Peanut butter – a classic favorite that never goes out of style.

Weirdest Dog Habit: Over 60% of dog owners admitted their dogs loved to sleep on their feet. Cozy, right?

Conclusion

The National Dog Survey 2024 is more than just numbers and statistics – it’s a celebration of the bond between humans and their canine companions. Whether you’ve got a playful pup or a loyal senior dog, this survey showcases the trends, quirks, and deep love that dog owners share with their pets.

From breed popularity to the latest tech in dog care, the survey gives us an inside look into the ever-evolving world of dog ownership. So, what’s the takeaway? Dogs aren’t just pets; they’re family, and the National Dog Survey 2024 proves that more than ever.

If you haven’t participated in the survey yet, what are you waiting for? Your dog’s story could be part of the next big trend!

[send-beer-money]

I hate having fun dreams and then being ripped out of them and thrown back into reality.

Last night I had a dream me and my friends went camping and my ex (who i haven’t seen in five years, the one who got away) joined us and obviously fell in love with me. But the dream took a wild turn when she showed off her big fuck all camper van with a treadmill in it. It was really cool and I try to explain to her that it reminds me of one of those doggy day care vehicles with the little dog treadmills in them or one of those kid daycare vehicles with ball pits and a little zip line and fun play stuff. She has no idea what I’m talking about, but says she needs someone to go with her to a party and be her designated driver. Obviously I agreed (despite the fact I’m a raging alcoholic who only has her permit. in reality not just in the dream). And I meant it, I’d gladly ignore my fear for driving and love of alcohol to be her designated driver. HOWEVER I don’t feel comfortable driving her eight wheeled behemoth of a vehicle so we go back to my house to use my parents car. Because apparently even in my wildest dreams I still live with my parents. BUT there’s a hitch in the plan when my parents tell me they kinda want me to stay in for the night. I look over to the couch, which exists in the middle of the kitchen in this strange anti-open-floor-plan home my mind has conjured, and there on the couch is Ad Rock. He doesn’t look too good. I say “Ayo, what’s wrong with Ad Rock? He doesn’t look too good…” I remember thinking I want to call him Adam cause obviously we’re good buddies, but more than that I want to impress my ex, so I refer to him by his famous person name. My parents say “Adam’s not feelin too good.” and he’s obviously not cause he’s just laying there on the couch in his red stuytown phys ed shirt and mack truck cap just groaning and holding his stomach. Thankfully Ad says he’ll be fine enough without me nursing him back to health. I’m torn because nursing Ad Rock to health does sound kinda hot. But, I truly. do love my ex. so I tell him I’ll be back later that night to help him. “I’ll be fine.” He says. “Go get your girl.”

And I don’t get to know what happened next because I woke up in this shitty reality where my ex isn’t obsessed with me, camper vans with human treadmills probably do exist but are quite rare, and the only thing on my couch is dog hair and crumpled lindt lindor wrappers. Reality sucks.

[wyrddogs]

what would your dream living situation look like if logistics and money weren't factor?

Hmmm...

I enjoy living with another dog-savvy person, so I'd like to keep that. I like my roommate (and her dogs) a lot so I'd love to live with her long-term.

I guess I'd like a property at the edge of town, close enough that going to the store isn't a drag, but far enough that I'm not in the middle of the city. In an Ideal World, I'd like a large enough yard that I can split it in two. Have agility stuff in one part, normal dog play area in the other part. Oh and a little garden for plants and birdfeeders. I like my flowers and bushes.

I don't have much of an opinion on the interior of the house other than it would be nice to not live upstairs anymore. But we'd need baby gates to keep dogs separate from one another as needed, still. Having a mudroom is nice, so I'd like to keep that. Having a room to stick a doggie treadmill would also be nice, for the days it's too smokey to go outside.

Sorry if that's really vague. XD Mostly I just want a nice big yard and a large enough house to shove a couple people and a bunch of dogs in.

Thank you for asking!

[onasfreckles]

yasmin i know you are kind of a really fit gym girl, I have never been to a gym (i walk a lot with my doggies and my time was really limited) but i'm starting next week, what would you recommend? I'm going to look so dumb there but at least i would have something to say and ask for help, thank you in advance 😄

hi!!

it depends what you're after!!

(i'm going to exaggerate a little here but you'll know what i mean!) do you want to get absolutely MASSIVE, really STRONG, get them cardio gains? a bit of everything?

unless you have a really specific idea in mind, it's probably fine to ask the people at the gym to show you around (just so you know where everything is without having to walk around confused!) and they'll also show you how the machines work too some basic machines that might be good to know more about: treadmill, leg press, leg extension/curl,chest press, shoulder press, lat pull down, machine row

or, if you don't want to ask, i would say start off just walking on the treadmill, have a look around and just see what there is, how people are using the machines (we can look, just don't be weird about it, no staring or judging!)

i've been going to my gym now for over 2 years and there's still machines i've never used/don't even know how to use so don't worry about knowing everything

[venusandsaturnsrings]

how would u say ur tarus rank in strength ?

like who would be the strongest

I LOVE RANKING MY TARUS!! my fav pastime thank u for asking <3 MWAH MWAH!!

as things stand, i have five tarus; inceltaru, puptaru, foxtaru, fratboy taru, and normal taru. a wonderful wide selection of tarus!! in terms of strength, there's a lot of variabilities in this selection (ie. visions and other physical advantages like fangies...) so we're gonna be ignoring anything outside of the 'base' each taru is workin with.

fifth place, obviously (sorry), goes to inceltaru... he's more of a string bean than anything, minimal muscle mainly because he rarely leaves the house. sure, he owns workout equipment he uses maybe once a week but between that and his diet consisting mostly of liquid (energy drinks), there's really not anything there to be built. he can absolutely rough you up a bit but he'll be heaving like he just ran ten miles afterwards, poor boy...

fourth place, foxtaru!! do note there's a considerable gap between inceltaru and foxtaru, inceltaru is just a pile of sticks. foxtaru actually has some meat on his bones, he likes to run for the majority of his exercise and he's very lithe so while he may not have major bulk, he's quick. foxtaru doesn't get nearly as winded from playing around with you and could happily carry you around regardless of your weight.

third place goes to frat boy taru. he's kind of the opposite of foxtaru in that he's not as fast but he's got MUSCLES. you won't catch him on the treadmill, instead he can be found pumping pure, raw IRON. broad chest, big arms, fantastic dorito body... give him the chance and he'll vault you like a spear (please don't he's not fast enough to catch and break your fall).

second place is puptaru!! he's got the speed of foxtaru (puppy genes = an innate desire for fast) and the muscles of fratboy taru packed all into one big doggy!! puptaru is very much a working dog and his body definitely shows that. need him to snag a bird straight out of the air?? consider it done. need him to lift a five piece four-hundred pound patio set?? it's in his arms, where do you want it. the biggest and most well behaved taru, really!! could launch you like a trebuchet but would never because that would hurt you duh!! he's got a couple braincells sometimes...

first place... it would be wrong for me to put anyone but canon taru here. all things considered, this is a man that has spent years doing nothing but turning his body into a weapon. it doesn't matter what any of the others start doing, they'll never catch up because childe himself, the eleventh harbinger, will already be doing it better. canon model be gone, i know he's yolked!!

if you were to throw them all into a ring they'd team up at the start, inceltaru would be mauled first for simply being the worst, then the others would take out fratboy taru for being the second worst, and then it would be an actual guy vs guy vs guy. foxtaru goes out next because he just doesn't have the strength and then it's puptaru vs canon taru. i think they'd form a weird truce because real recognizes real… but, ultimately canon taru would win!!