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[suispiria]

everyone in this gym decided today is a back&biceps day

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soccer dad!miguel who, even with all the stress of his divorce, being a single father, and his job as a fancy geneticist at Alchemax, manages to keep a tidy home. His apartment is pretty minimalist, with the exception of a few decorations and clutter items that obviously stem from Gabriela's influence. Upon scanning the place, you take a breath and hold Tony's hand as the two of you step past Miguel and make your way inside. You nudge Tony slightly, coaxing a smile out of him directed at Gabriela, who politely smiles back.

"Um, you can come with me, if you want. I can show you the game room." Gabriela offers Tony, gesturing for him to follow her through the big apartment. You cant help but smile at how welcoming the little girl is compared to her father, who's still standing in the open front doorway, as if contemplating his choices.

Tony follows Gabriela with a little bit of resistance, now associating her company with being berated by her scary ass dad. But once he looks back and sees that Miguel isn't getting as involved as usual, Tony happily lets Gabriela lead him to the game room.

soccer dad!miguel who is stuck standing in a trance after your shoulder brushed against his upper abdomen so softly. God, it's been so long since a woman touched him so gently, and he feels like a creep for being paralysed by such an unintentional graze of your body against his.

But once the kids have left and you're left standing awkwardly in the entryway, Miguel sighs and pulls himself together, still feeling the musculature of his chest area vibrating with warmth as he shuts the door and walks towards you.

soccer dad!miguel who leads you to the kitchen, offering you a seat at the kitchen counter. Once you've sat down on a stool, Miguel leans against the counter, trying to act suave, wanting to win you over for the sake of the soccer matches, Gabriela, and his love life.

"Can I get you anything? Coffee, tea, juice?" Miguel questions, eyeing the way that your big jacket somehow fails to swallow up and conceal your supple breasts, the rippling, doughy flesh sitting pretty in the cute little shirt you're wearing. The sight makes him lick his lips, his fangs protruding ever so slightly from their spaces inside his mouth, dripping with desire to taste whatever you have to offer.

He's so caught up in the sight of your young, ripe body, that he completely misses your answer to his question.

"Miguel. My coffee?" You prompt with a raised brow, snapping him out of his more than disrespectful trance. Without acknowledging you or what just happened, Miguel swivels on his heels and marches towards the coffee machine, cursing himself and fighting the urge to slap himself upside the head for being so gross. He's just so desperate for some love and affection, especially from a pretty little thing like you, who's good with kids, sassy, likes soccer, and is busty as fuck. It got the better of him.

soccer dad!miguel who knows he's more than likely blown the whole thing for himself now, so from the coffee machine, his broad, defined back still facing you, he makes some rectifying attempts at small talk.

"So, if you don't mind me asking, why is it that Tony's parents don't take him to his games? Why you?" Miguel asks, his voice gentle in case it happens to be a touchy subject as the whirring of the machine acts as a subtle background noise to ease the initial tension and awkwardness.

"No, no, it's fine. I don't mind. They both just work a lot and they can't find the time or energy for his activities. So it becomes aunt duty. But he's my brother's kid, so of course it's no problem." You answer, being much better than Miguel at remaining focused on conversation... even while your eyes wander. The way his toned back curves at his small waist, his delts and lats so defined beneath his black shirt, the roundness of his ass, the thick, sculpted muscle of his thighs and long legs. He looks like a Greek God, an annoying, asshole sort of one, but he's fine nonetheless.

soccer dad!miguel who nods along with your words as he hands you your mug full of warm coffee. He rests his elbows against the countertop in front of you, sharp red eyes staring into your soul, trying to learn more about you than he can from just your words, wanting to see, wanting to feel the kind of woman you are, you were, you want to become.

And just like that, the two of you slowly develop a rapport, conversing back and forth, sharing stories about Gabriela and Tony, talking shit about your ex boyfriend and Miguel's ex wife, and obviously exchanging lengthy apologies for some of the awful things you had said to each other at the kids' last game.

Miguel's wide, toothy grin. Your melodic, enthralled giggles. They're things neither of you have shown another person in quite some time. And a mere week ago, the two of you would be appalled at the notion that you'd be getting along so well after almost beating the shit out of each other at an Under 9's soccer game.

soccer dad!miguel who's smile grows even warmer when he hears Gabi and Tony laughing and playing on her Switch in the game room.

This is the sound he misses, back in the early days when he still thought his bitch of an ex wife was a loyal, loving woman.

This is the sound he wants to hear every Saturday morning before taking Gabriela and the baby he'd give you to his eldest's soccer game. He'd set up a sturdy little lawn chair for you on the sidelines, and try not to focus on how beautiful you look holding his little baby in your arms when he's supposed to be watching Gabriela destroy the opposition. All he's ever wanted is to experience a family life that isn't so fucking dysfunctional. Even though you seemed to be the definition of it when the two of you had first met, Miguel knows he can achieve that with you.

"Let's get out of the kitchen, hm? Ven conmigo." Miguel decides once there's a break in the conversation, walking over to your stool and holding out a large, calloused hand to assist you. Part of him thinks he might be overdoing with the whole chivalry thing out of the guilt still haunting him from how he's treated you, but he also thinks it's just enough flattery to win you over in the end.

You roll your eyes and giggle, but gladly take his hand in your own and get up. You can't lie, you sort of hope he takes you for a tour of the bedroom and ends up bending you over the side of his bed and fucking ruining you. But you also just want to get to know this big, mean, lonely single-dad, whose charm is startlingly working on you.

soccer dad!miguel who watches you intently as you stare at an old picture hanging on the wall in the living room of Miguel and his ex wife's wedding day. He looked so young, so happy, and she looked like she was being held at gunpoint. But still, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy that it wasn't you in that photo, and instead some cheating whore that didn't deserve a beautiful, strong man like Miguel.

"Don't get too caught up in the details. I mean, you've seen firsthand that there's ample reason why I'd get dumped like that." Miguel chuckles, trying to lighten the mood with his self-deprecating joke, but making it worse.

"You're a smartass, sure. But you didn't deserve what happened. And Gabriela definitely didn't, either." You answer softly, your gaze still focused on overanalysing the framed photograph. Miguel frowns at your comment about Gabriela, and it's definitely true.

And the fact that you even care about Gabriela and are aware of her struggles, it makes him fall even harder. It's so typical, obviously anyone would show sympathy for a little girl who's parents have divorced, but something about it coming from you of all people makes Miguel stop thinking right.

soccer dad!miguel who pinches the bridge of his nose harshly after he blurts out a swift "Do you want to go to dinner tomorrow night?" like an idiot. He's damn near close to 40 asking a gorgeous, younger woman like you out on a date... he's too desperate for his own good. He should've just minded his own business when Gabi was getting shoved and tackled by Tony those few weeks ago. Instead, he went and dug himself a hole of humiliation. This was a complete waste of time. He shouldn't be so desperate for a woman in his life. He's a god damn man, he's got his daughter and himself to keep him going. This is pathetic, and as if you'd say 'yes' after he called you such vulgar names and damn near attacked your nephew.

So, when your lips part and your gorgeous body stiffens so suddenly, Miguel is almost tripping over himself attempting to apologise, which just makes the warm buzzing in your bones increase at such a strangely adorable sight.

"Relax! I was gonna say yes!" You giggle, reaching out to grasp Miguel's thick, hair-covered forearm, squeezing it reassuringly as you look him in the eyes. He's speechless. For once, the witty douchebag has nothing to say. And he loves that you're able to do that to him.

In that moment, the kids come running into the living room, shouting and laughing about who beat who and how funny the games they were playing were, making you laugh even harder at the frenzied emotions all around you. And Miguel's overjoyed that he gets another chance to make it up to you after what happened.

"Oh. So, um, I'll pick you up at 8?" Miguel stammers, his tan, chiseled, handsome face graced by a bashful, pinkish hue. You nod and smile in response as Gabriela and Tony zip around the two of you as you stare into each other's eyes with an almost sinful longing. Fingers crossed neither of you sassy fucks mess this up for yourselves.

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[heavyhitterheaux]

Gym Crush (NSFW)

AN: all imma say is blame Melissa @a-moment-captured 😂🤣

Synopsis: Jack has been going to your gym for a while now, and you've developed a little crush. So you also developed a plan to get him to notice you.

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

Requested by: my bestie @a-moment-captured 💕

Do not engage if you are underage

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You had your eyes on him ever since he had walked through the door that evening and you couldn’t help but to be easily distracted from completing your workout.

What should have only taken you thirty to forty-five minutes was now on its way to taking you an hour and a half and it was entirely his fault.

Especially because of those back muscles that he was putting on display.

And this happened every single time that you saw him.

When you discovered that one of your celebrity crushes, Jack Harlow, came to your gym sometimes with his trainer, you knew that you had to shoot your shot. You weren't one of those girls that just stood around and waited for a man to approach you. If you wanted it, you went to go get it.

Since Jack noticed that he would see you on a regular basis, the two of you would speak to each other, but that was as far as you had gotten.

Tonight you noticed that he was by himself and it was getting pretty late when you decided to make your move. The gym would be closing in about another two hours or so and you figured this was the perfect opportunity.

It was now or never, right?

The two of you were the only ones currently in the weight lifting section of the gym as you began making your way towards him currently working on the lat pulldown machine.

You waited until he was finished with his set to tap him on the shoulder and he turned to look over at you.

“Hey.” You softly said and you noticed that Jack had been taking in your gym outfit which consisted of a workout bra and biker shorts.

“Hey, I saw you earlier when I got here, but it looked like you were in your zone so I didn't say anything.”

“I'm almost finished now and I was wondering if you could spot me? I've never done this much weight before so it would be nice to have an extra set of hands just in case.” You sweetly said and Jack stood up from the machine and you took note of how much he towered above you.

“Sure, what are you working on?”

“Squats.” You answered and you quickly saw him smirk before trying to cover it up and remain with a neutral facial expression.

“Let's get to it then.”

When you had gone down into your first squat, you made sure to poke your ass all the way out and once you did that, your body couldn't help but to graze Jack as you attempted to hide your smirk.

This continued until you got all the way to twelve which was the end of your set and once Jack helped you place the barbell back on the rack, you felt him lean forward to whisper in your ear.

“I have another workout in mind.”

“Oh really? What kind?” You whispered back as you glanced at him over your shoulder.

“A workout just for me and you.”

—-

All that could be heard was skin against skin as Jack had his hand over your mouth and bent over the counter that was in the bathroom in the locker room.

He had told you multiple times to be quiet so that no one would hear the two of you and figured that putting his hand over your mouth was his last option.

“Y/N, someone is going to hear us if you don't quiet your little pretty self down. Can you do that for me?”

Nodding your head was the only answer that you were able to give him because of how much pleasure you were in.

Coming to this gym for over two years, you knew when it would be slow and barely anyone would be in there, so you quickly took advantage of it and reassured him that no one would walk in on the two of you.

Even though Jack’s hand was over your mouth, your muffled whimpers and moans could still be heard which made him increase his pace as you were trying to hold onto the counter to steady yourself. When he felt as if you were pulling away from him, he quickly pulled you back and reached down to massage small circles along your clit which had your eyes rolling back because of how close you knew you were.

Just then the two of you heard footsteps coming into the locker room and Jack immediately halted his movements. He slowly backed the two of you into one of the many bathroom stalls with his hand still covering your mouth as the footsteps were coming closer. He then continued his task of massaging your clit and you were about to lose it right then and there.

“You better not make a sound.” He whispered in your ear as you heard the water turn on at the sink, and you assumed that they were washing their hands.

That was when Jack slowly began moving in and out of you once more and you were fighting every urge not to cry out. Once the sink had turned off, the two of you still heard footsteps and then noticed that they had sat down and whipped out their phone as Jack had peeked through the crack In the door.

Jack then increased his pace and you just knew for a fact that your legs were going to give out at any second.

“Shh, you're being so good for me.”

It didn't take long for you to reach your peak with Jack following soon after and he quickly turned you around to face him as he placed several kisses on your lips in order for you to remain quiet.

“Such a good girl.”

The footsteps that you originally heard were finally becoming more distant and you felt as if you could breathe again.

“Fuck.” You quietly muttered while moving a piece of hair that had quickly stuck to your face because of your previous activities.

“I didn't realize that I would be doing two workouts instead of one.” You said while looking up at him and all you did was smirk.

“I know you didn't need my help with that weight because I've seen you lift heavier. You think I didn't notice that your eyes had been on me the entire night?” Jack asked and all you could do was laugh.

“Well I think next time I'm going to need help with my chest press.”

“Nah, forget all that. The next workout you’re about to do only involves one thing.”

“And what would that be?”

“You riding me.”

[evieolo]

High Tide — Matt Sturniolo x Reader

Contains: SMUT!!/ Fem!Reciving/fingering

I swing my legs off my bed and a wave of regret washes over me. The unfamiliar comfort of satin sheets pleads for me to stay, yet the embrace of sleep remains out of reach. Whether it's the dryness of my throat or the foreign touch of a bed not my own, my eyes refuse to stay closed for more than five minutes.

I creep downstairs, the railing guiding me through the dim villa. Upon opening the fridge, a disappointed groan escapes me—Chris neglected my Brita filter request. Instead, the fridge boasts Red Bulls and half-open cans of beer. Making a mental note to refill the filter tomorrow, I opt for a glass of lukewarm tap water that sluggishly makes its way down my throat, dispelling the lingering numbness.

Pacing from the kitchen to the deck, I exhale lowly. The scenery is simply breathtaking. Waves foam onto the shore in the most tranquil way, creating a soundtrack that surpasses any white noise machine.

Guided by the soft glow of the deck's side, I approach. "Matt?" I question, catching sight of his hair. He’s sitting in the hot tub, arms sprawled against the sides.

I pace languidly towards the tub until I'm by the edge. "It’s late," I hum. Matt lays his head against the edge of the pool, letting out a sigh. "We're only here for two days after tonight. After that, our break is over. Why not soak it up while we can?" He suggests. Leaning against the tub, I smile aimlessly, dipping a finger in the tub and treading it along the water's surface. "You really needed a break, huh?" I ask. Matt raises his head and sighs.

"We all did," Tilting his head in my direction, he locks eyes with me, "Why are you up?" He questions. "Couldn't sleep," I start, "and it's nice out here. I wanted some air." His eyes meet mine, ushering me to continue, "There's something about being close to the ocean that cleanses the soul, and there’s not much soul cleansing that can go on while Nick and Chris scream about your earrings," I laugh.

Matt pauses, then opens his mouth. Initially silent, a minute passes before he speaks. “Why don’t you join me?” he asks, shifting slightly to make room. “Oh-um, I’m not wearing my suit,” I stammer, cheeks flushing. “There’s nobody but me here, plus, it’s not like I haven’t seen you in your bra and panties before,” he chimes, smirking. I smile awkwardly, recalling our horny teenage years. Make-out sessions the two of us chalked up to be times we got carried away, before never speaking of them again.

I sigh, biting my lip before pulling my loose T-shirt over my head. Leaving me in my tan bra, my shorts follow suit, shimmying them off quickly, trying to escape from Matt’s steel gaze. I pile my loungewear, kicking it aside, and climb into the tub across from Matt.

He immediately inches closer to me when I’m settled. “Tell me about your day,” he gushes.

“I was with you all day, Matt,” I drawl, laughing slightly. “No, you were with me, Madi, and my brothers all day,” he retorts, elongating his ‘and.’ I roll my eyes, relaxing against the sudsy water. “I want to see dolphins,” I voice, breaking a short silence. “Yeah?” he hums. My mouth tilts into a small smile looking at him. “Yeah! I mean, have you seen videos of them? They’re so cute,” I smile. “They are so cute,” he chimes in, but his eyes stay locked with mine while he speaks. “Matt?” I keep my eyes on him, never letting them stray from his, except for occasional glances at his chest. He murmurs out a yeah and rests his head against the hot tub, hinting that he’s becoming tired. “I really want to kiss you right now,” I breathe. Matt’s head immediately pops up at my voice, and I laugh. His eyes are wide before what I’ve said seems to process through his head.

Matt gets up on his knees and leans over me. Our eyes lock with a joy of electricity before he locks his lips with mine, quickly growing into silent communication telling me that he wants more.

Breathing heavily against each other, seconds later, I press his chest, pushing him back against the opposite side’s seat. I crawl on top of him, pistoning myself on his lap. “Is this okay?” I ask. “I’d rather have you squirming under me,” he grunts, and I start to grind my hips against his lap.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Matt whines, moving his hips in sync with mine. I whine when he pulls me closer. He brushes my hair to the side and brings his attention to my neck, lightly sucking under my jaw. “Matt,” I moan, leaning my head back slightly. He tangles his hand in my hair, tugging slightly.

His teeth graze my neck, resulting in me jolting my hips forward. I arch my back towards him, steadily keeping my pace on his lap, whines and moans escaping my lips.

Matt groans a loud guttural moan before harshly grabbing my hips, surely deep enough to bruise. “Fuck,” he rasps. “Y/N, if you keep doing that, I’m going to come in my pants,” he heaves. I look up at him. “You don’t want to?” I question, affinity evident in my voice. “No! I do! I just—not in the hot tub,” he whines.

Moving my hips again, I whimper as his clothed dick brushes against my clit. “Let me make you feel good, Matty,” I hum, speeding up my hips’ pace. Small whimpers and whines fall from Matt’s mouth. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he groans, bucking his hips into mine. Our hips meet several more times before he goes limp against me, burying his head against my neck. “I usually last longer than that,” he mutters into my shoulder. I laugh, running a hand through his damp hair. “You can show me just how long you can last tomorrow, Matty,” I smile, wrapping my arms around his torso. Matt pecks my neck and sighs, “This is gross; we’re sitting in a hot tub that I just came in,” he mumbles, his face scrunching. “Let’s go to bed then, hm?”

༯ ༯ ༯

Waking up with Matt’s arms around me, his hot breath fanning my neck, I roll over, taking in his sleep-ridden face. Feeling my shuffling, Matt tightens his hold on me. “Don’t leave,” he grumbles. “Wasn’t planning on it, Matty,” I say, my voice numb with sleep.

“Where the fuck is Y/N?” Nick screeches, making me rethink my options.

I rush out of bed, making a beeline for my piled clothes. “Maybe I am planning on it,” I huff, pulling my shirt over my head in a rush. Matt groans and pulls the covers over his head. I’m slipping my shorts up when the door creaks open. “Get up, Matt,” Chris says, minding no boundaries. I freeze, eyes widening, shorts looming at my knees.

Chris parades deeper into the room before his eyes lock with mine. He’s silent for a second before emitting a low chuckle. “You guys fucked?!” He jests, his voice raising significantly in pitch. Matt swiftly pulls the blanket off his head and throws a pillow at Chris. “Get out, you nosy fuck!” He shouts. Chris languidly raises his hands in the air and laughs. “Alright, alright,” he grins, treading out of the room loudly.

Matt hangs his head back and sighs before swinging his legs out of bed. “I’d rather anyone but him walk in,” he grumbles. I sigh and pull my shorts up quickly. “Can’t change the past, Matty,” I say, walking over to him and outstretching both of my arms for him to grab onto. He stands up with me and smiles. “Good morning,” he laughs. “Good morning.”

༯ ༯ ༯

Walking on the beach with Matt, having split from Nick, Chris, and Madi minutes ago, the sun is on its last leg, with just hints of glowing light shining off the sand. “You’re gorgeous,” Matt hums, his voice ringing through my ears like honey. “You’re pretty,” I smile, snaking my arms around his neck.

“Can I kiss you?” Matt asks, placing his hand on the small of my back. “I’m surprised you asked this time,” I jest, tangling my hands in his hair and pulling his lips to mine. Matt kisses me slowly like only we and the ocean exist. Moaning into his mouth, I plead for more. “You’re so sexy,” he hums, moving his mouth to my neck. “Do you think we could have sex here?” he groans, the vibration from his voice running through my body.

The idea is hot, but the reality of the situation isn’t. “I want to fuck you, Matty, but not here,” I sigh, melting at his touch. “We better hurry back if you won’t let fuck you here,” Matt breathes, snaking a hand down to my ass and heading in the direction of the beach houses.

My legs ache from the lengthy walk (slight jog) back to the resort. Matt slides the door open slowly, unsure if the others are awake. I tread up the stairs before Matt, feeling his eyes shamelessly on my ass.

I laugh slightly as Matt pushes me into his room, “Take this off,” He breathes tugging at my shirt, failing to hide his eagerness. He lays me down on the bed and kisses my neck, not bothering to take my bra off. “Wanna eat you out.” He mutters, trailing his kisses down my stomach. His thumb trails the waistband of my shorts and I shiver.

“Is this okay?” He pauses. I bite my lip, throbbing between my legs becoming too much, “Yes,” I breathe, “Please fuck me, Matty.” I cry. He drags down my shorts, not bothering to pull them past my ankles, and practically rips my panties off. “Such a pretty pussy.” He groans, pushing my legs apart.

“Matt..” I lull, “Don’t tease” He runs a finger down my slit causing your breath to shudder. “Not trying to tease you, you're just so beautiful.” He groans, leaning his head down to suck on my nub.

I cry out, feeling immense pleasure wave through me, Matt pulls his mouth away fleetingly making me whine at the loss of contact, “You have to be quiet for me pretty.” He groans, “Don’t want to wake Chris and Nick.” He pulls my thighs over his shoulder letting his tongue dips into my cunt. I arch my back into him, “Oh! Matt!” I cry, he replaces his tongue with two fingers, pumping them slowly inside of me.

He sets his pace painstakingly slow as if he wants to hear me beg. I try to find relief with what he’s giving me but fail. “Faster.” I mewl gripping at his hair.

Matt speeds his hand up and tears well on my waterline. “So tight around my fingers.” He praises, before adding a third. “Fuuuuuck” I drawl, grinding against his hand chasing my release.

“Don’t get greedy,” he insists, halting his movement. My walls clench on his stopped fingers, pulsing, aching for release.

“No! Matty please!” I cry, feeling a tear slip from my cheek, “Please I need to come.” I whine squirming, aching for any touch. “You’re going to take what I give you.” Matt growls, harshly thrusting his fingers into me, I let out a string of incoherent words as his fingers ram into my g-spot with every thrust of his hand.

He moves his tongue to swipe across my clit, flicking against it rapidly. “Matty, I can’t—“ I croak, feeling my muscles tighten.

I feel my orgasm approaching faster than expected. “I’m coming! I’m coming! I'm coming” I cry repeating his name over and over like a mantra. My walls spasm around his fingers and my form jolts up.

“Fuck Y/N, your clenching so hard on my fingers,” Matt mumbles against my folds. My chest heaves, I keep my eyes squeezed shut feeling my vision go blank from how hard I orgasmed. “God I love you,” Matt mumbles against my stomach. “Think you can take my cock now pretty girl?”

[sunsetsimon]

neighbor!simon 'ghost' riley x reader

shower sex, public sex, throat fucking, piv, unprotected sex

definitely not inspired by my own new apartment gym... should i try to write an actual smut for this? - sun

nsfw under the cut. mdni

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catching neighbor!simon at your shared apartment gym late at night, you two being the only ones in there. he’s already sweaty, having been there before you arrived. he’s working on the lat pull-down machine, his back muscles flexing beautifully in his black tank top, tattooed arm fully on display.

it’s hard not to stare when he grunts, lifting weights equivalent of two full grown men. his unmasked face exposed, scarred lip curling in as he finishes his last rep with a huff. the slam of the weights snaps you back to reality, realizing you had been shamelessly staring for the last 30 seconds.

his dark eyes flicker to yours, a slight smirk across his face when he sees your cheeks flush pink. quickly turning away, you continue with your own workout, trying not to think about your hot-military-neighbor overpowering you in the showers.

the way he'd stare down at you while he pets your hair, calling you a good girl when you take his huge cock as deep in your throat as it can go. he holds it there, forcing you to breathe through your nose and relax your throat so you don't gag too hard. slowly he pulls back, loving the way your little hands squeeze his thighs as he controls you.

or the way he'd fuck you against the cold tile of the shower wall. your legs wrapped around him tightly in fear of slipping but he has you, there's no fucking way he'd slip. especially when he's so close, your tight pussy squeezing his cock with each thrust. "fuuuck yes, just like that!" you'd cry out, pulling at the hair on the base of his neck as you eagerly chase your orgasm.

his pelvis kisses your clit with each thrust, "not yet baby, hold on- i'm almost there-" simon heaves, breathless. he sloppily kisses you, his tongue dominating yours before he sucks on it, moaning into your mouth when he can feel you get impossibly wetter.

"can't! gonna cum!" you cry, trying your best to hold on but he's fucking you too good. your nails dig into his back, your orgasm washing over you like a tsunami wave. your cum mixes with his as he fills you, his thighs trembling as he rides his own euphoria.

your head buzzes with desire, mouth beginning to water from your own fantasies. deciding to cut it short so you can stuff your pussy with your own fingers before bed, you stand up with a sigh and gather your things. it would have to suffice... for now.

[chaussetteblanche]

Luv ur writing 🫶 I was wondering if u could do a Kit Conner imagine or headcanon where Kit takes reader to the gym for the first time, teaching & encouraging the reader how to use the equipment and it's rlly fluffy 🤭

hi !! thank you so much for requesting !! hope you like it :)

pairing : kit connor x gn!reader summary : kit shows you around his gym word count : 1.1k warnings : none

It had to be clear : you did not go to the gym. You had never gone to the gym, nor would you ever go. You had other ways of keeping your body moving and healthy. The gym was not one of them. You didn't hate the gym, per say, it just wasn't for you. But when Kit came over one evening, ran a hand through his hair and offered for you to come with him to his gym and try it out, you couldn't refuse. It had been out of the question for two reasons : you would be spending time with Kit and you would get to see his muscles. In that order specifically.

So you'd packed your things the week after that and you guys had driven down to his gym. You felt slightly nervous, of course, because Kit was ripped and you were- well, you were just you. And you hadn't been to the gym in so long. You gripped his hand before getting out the car. "You'll show me how everything works, right ? What to do and what not to do ? I don't wanna embarrass myself," you bit your lip. Kit chuckled, bringing your hand to his lips and kissing the back of it. "Yes, I'll explain everything and, even though you couldn't embarrass yourself if you tried, I'll make sure you don't." He pressed a short kiss against your lips, soothing your worries for a while. "Don't worry, luv, everything will be fine!"

After changing in the locker rooms and grabbing your towel, you phone, your water-bottle and your headphones, you met Kit in the actual gym. You didn't know much about gyms, but this one certainly looked expensive. It had large windows, smelled clean and had so many different machines. Kit beamed at you, happy so see his favourite person in one of his favourite places. His eyes roamed over you and your tight-fitting sport's attire. God, you looked good. He bent down and gave you a small kiss when you reached him. "I, uh, I thought I'd just show you around," he spoke uncertainly. Now that you were here, he felt kind of stupid for asking you to come with him. You brushed those thoughts away with a smile. "Show me around, darling."

You started with the lat pull-down machine, which you quite liked. It was easy to use and Kit explained it well. "Do you want to try heavier ?" he asked after you did three reps of ten with a weight you were comfortable with. "Yeah, I can give it a try," you smiled. He smiled proudly down at you and reached over you to change the weight. "Good girl," he hummed. You inhaled shakily, licking your lips before sucking your teeth. You blame your bad performance on the first pull-down on that praise. Kit knew this, of course, cheeky bastard, he just loved watching you get flustered.

You struggled through the next reps, but managed with Kit's encouragement. "C'mon, my love, you can do it." "I believe in you, you can take it." "Just one more, dove, then it's over !" Then Kit asked you if you wanted to go heavier. You said yes, of course. You could never say no to him. This time, though, when you went to pull the bar down, it stayed at the top. Your body, on the other hand, lifted up from the seat. Kit muffled his laughter in his fist while you giggled. "Stick your legs beneath the cylinders, luv,"

Now, as much as you loved having Kit explain everything to you and look incredibly good while doing it, what you loved even more was watching him work out. You couldn't think too long and hard about it, not in a place like the gym, but he looked nothing short of godly. His hair, slightly darker because of the sweat would fall into his eyes a bit, and sometimes he'd blow it away. His muscles would swell and go down. And you lived for those times when he'd let out a small huff of effort. It made you think of other times when he let out similar sounds. If you ever joined a gym, it would be this one, and you would know exactly why (spoiler : it wouldn't be to work out).

The next thing was RDLs. Kit had really gifted himself that one. Bottom lip stuck between his teeth, he watched you closely from behind as you bent down slowly before standing back up, keeping your back nice and straight. "Am I doing this right ?" you asked after a rep, "Kit ?" You turned around to find Kit almost entranced, staring at where your ass had been a second ago. His face reddened as you stared expectantly at him. "I, uh, no, that- that looked real good to me, y'know ?" He scratched the back of his neck. You nodded, running your tongue over your teeth as you laughed. "I'm sure it did look real good." Kit rolled his eyes and bumped your shoulder, going to get heavier weights.

You spotted a couple at the other side of the gym doing sit-ups facing each other, only they kissed each time they reached the top. You giggled, discreetly pointing them out to Kit, who bit back a laugh. "That's a bit much, innit ?" he asked quietly, preparing the station for your next and last exercise : hip thrusts. "Nooo," you shook your head, whispering, "you think ?" Kit laughed before slapping the ground next to a small bench. "Sit here," he instructed. He proceeded to explain in detail how to do a hip thrust, how to not hurt yourself while doing one and what its benefits were. He had you at "bigger ass", or "really works the gluteus maximus" as he has said.

You found that exercise pretty easy so Kit was adding weight on pretty soon. Turns out you were really good at hip thrusts. Even Kit was surprised at how much weight you could thrust. You liked doing them, too, they were fun. Kit had his turn after you and, your eyes trained on the section where the bar rested against his body, you were reminded of other situations where he got a similar workout. You fanned yourself, suddenly very warm. Kit finished his set and stood up, coming over to you.

"Y'alright, love ?" he asked, brows slightly furrowed as he stared down at you. He was close and nearly towered over you. "Y-yeah, just a bit hot," you grinned. Kit chuckled and pressed a kiss to your sweaty temple. "Let's go, I want you out of these clothes."

And out of your clothes he got you.

[ushiko]

pull up, pull down

ushijima wakatoshi x reader

summary: you have a really bad crush on the local gym hottie like you are down bad. but let's see if he can teach you a pull-up.

a/n: idk what this is. wrote all of it in one sitting on my phone so don’t judge me. but either way enjoy!

all you needed to do were some hip thrusts and the smith machine is right there! but not when he is right across doing pull-ups like it was the easiest thing in the world. you would die of embarrassment. it was already hard enough to not get caught staring at him every time you came but this is beyond that. glute day is officially canceled.

there is no way you get away not looking at him when he is right across from you. you wouldn’t be able to control the path your eyes take down his face to the veins that bulge through his skin. it’s time to change exercises or your entire workout for that matter. never hurt anyone to have a good back day. you slowly walk towards the lat pulldown machine when out of the corner of your eye you see his shadow move toward your direction. he couldn’t possibly be heading to this area right?

you were very wrong. he was practically right beside you as he pulled the bar towards him only making his muscles tighter and the veins even more noticeable. he couldn’t even hide since he decided today to wear a white cut-out tank that left little to the imagination. little did he know that he was about the kill the poor person a machine down from the way he pulled on the cable.

this crush began weeks ago when you decided to change gyms after a run-in with an ex that left a sour taste in your mouth. plus this one was a lot more quiet than your last gym. your first day it was going well until a god-like man with the physique of Aries and the beauty of Aphrodite walked past you in a mid-set. you almost hurt yourself as you watched him walk past. his face was stern but held a strong pose as he walked with an unknown confidence. it didn't help that he would wear the shortest of shorts that showed off his tree trunks of legs and the ass to fit. you’ve never seen him speak to anyone or bring any trouble telling you that he is more likely than not a shy man. he was just supposed to be your gym crush and nothing more but the more you saw him the more you wanted to know.

from his attire, you could tell he was a part of some sport as he owned many pieces of clothes from the same team. however, none of it had his name on it… unfortunately. he only came during the late afternoon or evening on weekdays but never on weekends. he walked in with only a bottle of water, keys, and headphones and left the same way. you only noticed him smile once when he was looking at his phone but it was only a lifting of the lip but it’s the best you got. you didn’t want to be a stalker but you couldn’t help but be intrigued by the mysterious man.

“excuse me, how many more sets do you have?”

megan thee stallion does not have a deep voice who is that?

looking up from your lap, the man of the hour is towering above you when a barely there smile or is it just your imagination? the sweat on his face was somehow making him glow even brighter than an angel’s halo. how is that even possible?

you clear your throat and hop off the seat, “oh I’m actually done no worries.”

“ but you only did one set.”

you blink wildly and glance back on the seat you were just sitting in. how did he know that?

“umm well just not really feeling it today, i guess,” you mumble while fiddling with the skin on your thumb.

he hums and looks at the weight you had it set on.

“you were pulling higher last week maybe your body is in a resting period today, “ he rambles, “ you should still finish out the rest of your sets to see if you can go higher today before you do other weights.”

you just stare at him like a deer in headlights. how did he know all this? you didn’t even realize that you were pulling heavier last week. your brain froze as it scrambled to think of anything to say. the little person in your brain was scrambling through everything to find one little word to say.

“okay.”

that’s all it could come up with. it was too hard to think of anything else when the man you had been crushing on for weeks was standing right in front of you with a determination to get you to do two more sets. this also made you see that he had hazel eyes with the way the sun only seemed to shine brightly down on him through the large window.

“you don’t have to if you don’t feel like it. never pressure your body into something it doesn’t want to do. it’s not good for building your muscles or stamina,” he states while looking at you almost into your soul.

“no, you are right! i should wouldn’t be a proper workout if I didn’t do it all,” you stutter out.

you swear you catch a shadow of a smile lifting from his lips but it could have been your imagination.

you take a seat back down on the machine and begin to adjust your weights noticing that he stood by leaning against the machine next to yours. the gym felt awfully quiet as you clear your throat trying to focus on the machine in front of you.

as you go up to reach for the bar, he already grabbed it for you bringing it down to the palm of your hands. he pulled it down like it weighed as heavy as a raisin.

“thank you,” you mumble. you begin going through the motions as you continue to glance out of the corner of your eye seeing him still standing there. he stood firmly with his arms crossed and his eyes set on you.

the sweat was pouring down your back as his gaze sent an unknown heat down your spine. this was something you had never felt before and your body surely did not know how to handle this type of reaction.

after finishing the final set, there were barely any words spoken but plenty of awkward smiles and short eye contact. your mind swirled with the idea that he was also watching you too to a degree in which he knew you were lifting more last week than now. who is the stalker now?

“ im sorry if I made you uncomfortable at all,” he suddenly says as you grab your water for a swig.

you lift your brow and shake your head, “ no you’re okay you didn’t! I was just shocked that’s all.”

“shocked by what?” he asks quickly as he begins adjusting the machine to his weight.

you clear your throat, “that you knew how many sets I did and how much weight I had done.”

he stayed silent for a moment before he sat where you previously were.

“ not hard to notice some as pretty as you in here. just started to pay attention more that’s all.”

if steam could come out of ears, both of yours and his would be blowing a hot stream of steam right now. you watched as the tips of his ears glowed a bright red as you felt heat rise towards your face and tingles in your toes.

no words were passed between each other for a couple minutes as he blazed through his sets and you were gathering your wits. how were you supposed to respond to that?

as he was about to begin a new set the words ran out of your mouth like a track star crossing the finish line.

“ can you teach me how to do a pull-up?”

his shoulders jump as he lets the bar fly to the top of the machine. you stand with your hands behind you with a slight sway in your feet. he stares at you with no trace of emotion on his face besides the slight glow of redness sitting on the apple of his cheeks.

then suddenly angels begin to sing and heaven shines down as his lips spread to a wider smile with teeth showing through. you could have died right there.

“yes, I can. let’s do it now.” he rushes off the machine and heads toward the pull-up bar.

“wait you need to finish your set!” you exclaim as you try to quickly catch up with him.

a chuckle passes his lips as he looks at you over his shoulder, “ i didn’t need to do those anyways.”

no one has ever made you more silent in the moment till now.

you both now stand at the pull-up bar waiting for someone to make the first move. or at least speak or move. his words have your brain frantically looking for anything to say.

“my name is wakatoshi ushijima by the way. never really introduced myself,” he lets a slight chuckle while rubbing the back of his neck.

“im (y/n) (l/n), it’s great to finally meet you,” you joke as a laugh passes your lips.

he laughs back, “you as well. now are you ready for a pull-up?”

that’s how you ended up being at the gym on a thursday night for two hours with your gym crush. truly a heavenly night. with his contact info now in your phone as ‘ toshi <3’.

gym days just got ten times better because now you have your gym crush as your gym partner.

thank goodness for a canceled glute day.

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[gym-x-plus]

Biceps & Back

-Single Arm Preacher Curl SUPERSET With Hammer Preacher Curl

⋆4 sets 10-12 reps

-Lat Pull-Down SUPERSET With Seated Wide Grip Rows

⋆4 sets 12,10,8,8 reps

-Cable Straight Arm Pull Down

⋆4sets 12,12,10,10 reps

-Hammer Row Machine

⋆4 sets 10 reps

-Single Arm Row

⋆4 sets 12,10,8,8 reps

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[jockdumboy]

big dumb jock tut

step 1: lift heavy, bro – don’t think, just lift

bro, dis still da most important part. lift heavy stuff erry day. no rest days, bro! no excuses. pick up heavy things, put ‘em down, repeat. simple.

jock lifts:

• bench prees: bro, da king of lifts. lay down, grab da big bar wit da weights on it, and push it up. don’t stop till ur chest feels like it’s on fire. big chest = alpha chest. boom.

• bicep curlz: grab sum heavy dumbellz, bro, and curl ‘em up to ur face. keep goin till ur arms feel like they gon fall off. big arms get all da respect, bro. curlz get da girlz, remember that.

• lat pulldownz: sit on da machine, bro, grab da bar, and pull dat thing down hard. feel dem wings growin on ur back. wings = dominance. don’t stop till ur back looks like u could fly away.

• legz (important now, bro): aight, bro, we gonna do sum squatz. grab da bar, put it on ur back, and squat down. do dis till ur legs feel like noodles, bro. big legz mean u can look good wearin da short shorts, plus u won’t fall over when ur chest gets too big. don’t skip leg day anymore, bro. trust me on dis.

• abs (gotta get da 6-pack, bro): do dem crunches, bro, like 100 at least. don’t stop till ur stomach feels like it’s about to explode. da 6-pack will come, just keep crunchin. it’s all about consistency, bro. plus, da ladies love da abs.

step 2: eat clean, bro – get shredded

bro, u can lift all day, but if u wanna be shredded, u gotta eat clean. no junk food, bro. clean food only, dat’s how u get shredded af.

simple bro diet:

• breakfast: 10 egg whites. no yolks, bro. da yellow stuff messes with da gains. and eat a banana, bro. bananas are good. den wash it down with a protein shake, always gotta have dat shake. protein is life.

• lunch: chicken, bro. lots of it. chicken is like da muscle food. maybe some rice if ur feelin’ fancy, but bro, rice is for marathon runners, not jock bros. and don’t forget another protein shake.

• dinner: more chicken, bro. chicken erry meal. or steak if u feel like it. steak is good too. maybe sum veggies like broccoli cuz broccoli makes u ripped, bro. i seen da big dudes eat it, so we eat it too. end da day wit another protein shake.

• before bed snack: big spoonful of peanut butta, bro. peanut butta got da good fats. plus, it’s delicious. wash it down wit another protein shake, bro. protein is errywhere.

step 3: look da part, bro – dress swole

u gotta dress like a jock bro if u wanna be one, bro. dat means tank tops, ripped sleeves, and da shortest shorts possible. show off da gains, bro.

bro style rules:

• tank tops: if ur tank top don’t show off ur nipz, it’s not tight enough, bro. show dem gains. u worked hard for ‘em.

• short shorts: since we do legs now, u gotta show ‘em off. da shorter da better, bro.

• backwards hat: always rock da hat backwards, bro. makes u look cool af, plus u can see urself flexin in da mirror better.

• sneakerz: just make sure they fresh, bro. u can’t roll into da gym lookin like a scrub. no sandals, bro. unless u got socks on, but dat looks dumb.

step 4: act like a jock bro – lifestyle moves

bein a jock bro ain’t just about liftin and eatin. it’s a way of life, bro. act like a jock bro errywhere u go.

bro rules to live by:

1. flex errywhere: if u see a mirror, bro, flex. don’t even think about it. just flex. people gotta know u swole. bathroom mirrors, car windows, store windows – all flex spots.

2. talk about liftin: u gotta talk about ur lifts erry convo. someone talkin about sumthin else? change it to how much u bench or how many reps u did yesterday, bro. lift talk = respect.

3. drink water from a gallon jug: u need a gallon jug of water, bro. carry it wit u errywhere. if u ain’t drinkin outta a gallon jug, people gon think u weak.

4. grunt loud at da gym: if u ain’t gruntin, u ain’t liftin hard enough, bro. da whole gym should hear u. u lift heavy, u grunt heavy. show ‘em who’s boss.

5. spot ur bros: always spot ur bro when he’s goin heavy. if he fails a rep, dat’s on u, bro. don’t let him down. bros always got each other’s backs.

conclusion: u got dis, bro

bro, if u do all dis, u gon be da biggest, most shredded jock bro in da world. just lift heavy, eat clean, drink protein shakes, and flex errywhere. it’s dat simple. don’t think too much, just do it. now go hit da gym, bro. let’s goooo!

[mommycity]

Thinking so much rn.

Thinking bout roommate Choso who saw you wear that pretty body con dress now he’s washing it while doing both of your laundry. He thinks the dress looks so good on you, it’s a black mini dress with a low cut top and thin straps the fall off the shoulder. He gets a curious idea, anxiety quells him to do other wise but he wants to satisfy this weird hunger: he wants to try it on. He doesn’t think he’ll look as good as you no, but he wants to humor himself a bit.

But there’s nothing funny about it when he tries it on. The dress is so tight in him. His pecs and collar bones so beautifully on display, his creamy thick thighs contrasting the thin black dress. Choso turns to see the back of the mirror. His ass stands so proudly, the defiant curve poking just where the dress stops. He hesitantly grabs his ass and squeezes before letting out a soft moan. “N-no can’t do this gotta take this off” but he doesn’t. He runs his hands up and his body in the dress and images it were yours caressing and fondling him anyway you like. He stops at his chest and pulls the dress down to rub and tweak his nipples. Choso’s cute little cock twitches at the stimulation. His hands travel even lower and open palm his aching dick. He pushes the dress up to squeeze his base and he releases a squeak.

He has an even brighter idea. He stuffs his hard cock back in the dress and teases the head. A wet sticky dark patch grows near his tummy,”supposed to be hgnn~ supposed to be doing laundry. Bad boy cho”. He leans into the washing machine and lets his upper body use it for support. Choso sticks his deft fingers into his mouth and rolls his tongue along the digits, getting them as wet as possible. His left leg lifts up unto the washing machine and he starts by rubbing the warm wet fingers on his taint. “HAah ohhh please ha fuck”, before they travel lower to rim his asshole. He dips the fingers in while gripping the length of his cock. Both his hands work diligently to get him off. His finger pound inside at a steady pace till he adjusts his angle. He snaps against a bundle of nerves that makes him kneel over even more, legs becoming too wobbly to hold himself up.

“Help me pleasee fuck me” the soft boy chants as his fingers work at priding his prostate and working his leaking dick. He was so close to releasing in your cute dress too, but that all froze. “Hey Choso have you seen my dress again? I’m heading out lat”, the sight was truly something to see.

Choso laid across the washing machine flatly palming his cock and fingering himself in your little back dress. Once your eyes met his they start to well up with tears. He’s so ashamed all he can do is whimper, so, so pathetically. He doesn’t stop what he’s doing, fingers still working in and out of his hole.

“M sorry m so sorry”

“Cho-“

“Please forgive me please. Just need to cum please”

“Choso-“

“Sorry haa, fuck. M sorry please. Forgive me I’m begging”

There’s long strides before you meet him closely. His face is so red, his lips puffy and swollen. The tears that decorate his cheeks are just too much. You sit your self on what little room the washing machine has left and lift his head to fit in your lap. Your lips smile at him softly,”s ok cho, finish for me baby”. A hand smoothes his black hair over and tucks a few strands behind his ear. “Could never be mad at you cho”, he’s becoming undone. The thrust in his wrist now weakened. After a few short workings over the head of his cock he cums inside the dress. The wet spot seeps all over his stomach and he moans a nice big thank you.

“Lets get you cleaned up” and you give him tons of kisses and a nice bath yay!!!

[forcedtogrow]

DAWG okay so masc transguy to masc transguy, WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR ROUTINE

i haven't had regular access to a gym until now and i gotta get your physique man. i'm pre everything and i wanna make sure i have pecs post-top surgery someday it may or may not be so that i can pin my future bf to the mattress and plow him. if that means anything.

My current routine has been changing because I’m not patient and I very much like to push myself to the limit. If I didn’t have obligations to my job and people in my life I’d probably workout 2 hours a day, but that’s not the case. I worked up to this routine and am trying out higher volume right now, which seems to work for me. Also, my current split might seem weird because I don’t do shoulders and chest the same day, but I like to do them separately to be able to push myself as hard as possible on both muscle groups, which isn’t possible when I do them together. You need to do flat, incline, and decline bench for the results you want, period. The accessory stuff for chest is not that important which is why I don’t incorporate much of it right now, but I will throw in chest flys or something randomly.

Current 5 day split routine:

Upper Body Power Day:

Bent over barbell row 3x5

Pull up 3 sets to failure

Rack chin up 3 sets to failure

Decline dumbbell bench press 2x5-8

Decline bench press again but my palms are facing towards me, so the dumbbells are facing in at a V shaped angle (targets slightly different lower chest) 2x5-8

Triceps dip (weighted) to failure 3 sets

Seated overhead press dumbbell 3 sets to failure at weight 70% of my max

Lower Body Power Day:

Barbell squat 3x5, heavy as possible

Hip thrust 3x5, heavy as possible

Deadlift 3x5, heavy as possible

Standing calf raises (smith machine, standing on a platform so my calf can stretch down) 4x15

Leg extension 2x 12-15

Leg curl 2x12-15

Russian twist holding 35lb plate on a decline bench 2x30

Decline crunch holding 25lb 2x30 or failure

Hanging leg raise holding 15lb dumbbell between my ankles 3x15

Back and Shoulders Hypertrophy:

Bent over barbell row 6x5

Rack chin up 3x12 or more

T-bar row 3x12

Lat pulldown 3x10-12

Seated overhead press barbell 3 sets to failure (I find standing makes it easier, so I always do overhead sitting)

Ez bar front raise 3x12-15+

Reverse cable fly 3x10-12 or more if possible

Dumbbell shrug 3x10-12 or failure

Lateral raise 3x10-12

Chest/arms hypertrophy:

Barbell Bench press 5x5

Incline bench press dumbbell 4x10-12, very slow, take arms wide and to the lower chest, and press up at an angle towards upper chest

Incline bench press smith machine 2x10-12

Preacher curl 4x10+ (if I’m feeling it I might do up to 20+ reps right up until I’m afraid I’ll hurt myself)

Decline bench barbell (70-80% of max weight) 2x10

Chest press machine 2x12 or to failure

Cross body curl 3x12

Tricep cable extension 3x10-12

Cable hammer curl drop set, start at weight you can do 12 reps of and descend for 4-5 sets going to failure at each weight

Legs whatever day:

Barbell squat 7x failure for each set basically

Hip thrust 70-80% of max for at least 3x12-15

Calf press on leg press 4x15

Leg press 2 sets, but for each set do 10 reps and wait 20 seconds and do 10 more reps.

[hotmentransformed]

Heartstopping Tank Top

You had always been a skinny guy. Growing up, people often made fun of you for how little you seemed to look. During your spring semester of junior year of college, you decided to study abroad in London. You had a job lifeguarding in the summer, and you wanted to make sure you were in good physical condition and looked good for the girls at the pool. You made a promise to yourself that you would return to the U.S. with a more muscular physique. 

So, you found a gym near your dorm and went to sign up. After singing some forms and paying for a day pass, the attendant at the front desk handed you a large white tank top and said, “Oy, this’ll help you grow into a real muscle lad”.

You shrugged it off as a harmless sales pitch and went to the locker room to put on the tank top. It was way too large, but the attendant seemed really enthusiastic about you wearing it, and you didn’t want to be rude to someone in a foreign country, so you decided to stick it out and start your workout.

Exiting the locker room, you made a bee-line for the first open machine you saw. After reading the graphics and demonstrations on the metal, you sat down and began your workout. It felt… surprisingly great! You could get used to this! With each machine you went to, you felt a strange sensation pulsating from your tank top. Unbeknownst to you, they seemed to be growing at an accelerated rate, much faster than should be naturally possible, stretching and bulging under your skin. 

Your arms were the first to change. Your once skinny biceps and triceps began to thicken and expand, stretching the arms of your tank top with bulging muscles. As you flexed, you could see the new definition in your arms, and your veins popped out from under your skin.

Your chest was the next area to change. You pecs began to swell and harden, pushing out from your ribcage with an impressive mass. Your nipples stood out like little knobs atop your chest, and you could feel the fibers of your muscles contracting with every heavy breath you took. Hair began to push its way from your pecs and swirled its way into your armpits, which were moist from your intense workout.

Your back muscles were the next to grow. As you pulled down on the lat pulldown machine, you could feel your lats expanding like wings on your back. You could feel as your spinal erectors bulged out, creating a column of muscle that ran down your spine, widening your torso and giving you immense bulk.

Your abdominal muscles became chiseled, with each muscle fiber becoming visible through your top. Your six-pack was now a washboard, and your obliques became well-defined ridges.

Your legs swelled too, with your quads becoming massive and your hamstrings bulking up. Your glutes expanded into globes of muscle, stretching your gym shorts. Your calves became rock hard, with the muscles contracting and relaxing with every step you took.

As you continued to work out, your hair began to lighten, and your facial features began to change. Your jawline became more pronounced, and your face became wider. Your eyes turned an intense hazel, and your skin took on a healthy glow. You had become someone… new.

Dropping the weights, you looked into the mirror, and you recognized exactly who you were. You were Kit Connor. You had never been an American. You had worked hard for these big muscles and your successful career. You had always been Kit Connor. You flexed your new massive muscles in the mirror, admiring your physique.

With your British accent, you mused “I am one fit lad.” You turned back to the mirror and posed for your Instagram. In no time, you're sure it'll be filled with a bunch of gay lads trying to get your attention... just how you liked it.

[generalluxun]

A second scene between fics.

“-and that’s the latest we have on this new hero careening across the streets of Paris,” Nadja Camchak’s image smiled vaguely from the TV screen.

“Can we even call them a hero, Nadja?” Her co-anchor asked with an even more vapid cheer.

“Well Jean,” Nadja simpered, “It’s definitely a curious situation. They helped defeat an akuma, but almost immediately got in a fight with our very own Ladybug. How are we supposed to interpret that, especially alongside moments like these?”

She gestured at the air and a half dozen images of Purrge apprehending criminals, pulling people from ruined cars, and even rescuing a cat, scrolled behind her.

“I think it’s safe to say that at the very least they’re not a villain. Perhaps we have a heroic territorial dispute on our hands?”

The camera swung back to Jean who was frowning in overexaggerated concern, “A most troubling thought, Nadja. It doesn’t help that when asked for comment this Not-Cat-Noir hissed at reporters and crushed a microphone.”

Nadja tilted her head in mock camaraderie, “Well Jean-”

*Kthunk* The heavy slap of metal plates overrode the TV.

The TV that hung small and as an afterthought in a stuffy room that predated the very idea of a ‘recreational gym.’ Le Grand Paris had repurposed it for guests, stuffed it full of exercise machinery despite the lack of ventilation, though only one patron was present at the moment.

Chloé leaned forward, panting where she sat at the lat-pull down machine. As sweat dripped down her face, framing a maniacal grin, she glanced up at the news cast, “Ha! Crushed it, bit it in half, and spit it back in his face more like.”

Almost empty; Plagg floated up out of a nest of discarded hand towels, cackling. He floated up towards the screen. “You people have made so many new and interesting things to break since I was last out. Electronics? Sparks and fires already barely contained. It’s brilliant!”

Chloé adjusted her fingerless gloves and reached up for the pull bar again. She made sure of her grip before starting another set, “nnf. You should have seen the cat one. Hfff. Cat in a tree? Cataclysm! Gnnf.  Poof! No tree and I didn’t even drop the cat.”

Plagg sidebarred, “I would hope not.” Then louder, “What’s with all this? There’s not a butterfly in sight when you go out.”

Chloé’s response continued between repetitions, “Better. Than. Ladybug.”

Plagg gestured at the screen. “Yeah, but it’s not making you any friends.”

“Doesn’t. Matter. Better.”

He flew down, dodging back and forth under the rise and fall of weights as Chloé worked.

When she stopped he sat on the weights and asked, “You aren’t moving this anywhere, just back and forth.”

She slumped forward again, forehead against the frame of the weight machine. Sucking in deep breaths in shakey gulps. “Get stronger. That’s how it works, right? You said. For fighting.”

The words seemed to take a while to sink in, or maybe he was considering his answer more than usual. Chloé’s ragged panting filled up the room. Plagg twitched one ear slowly. “Kinda? My power enhances what you already got. So unless you take lessons you’re not suddenly become good with the baton-”

“-stupid stick anyway-”

Plagg wrinkled his nose and deadpanned. “...Right… Anyway, but if you are strong, or fast, you get stronger or faster… like you with your jumps-”

“-eight years of ballet.”

Plagg waved a paw. “Whatever that is. Yeah. So, sure you can raise the baseline, but that takes time. It’s not gonna happen overnight.”

Chloé sat up again and wiped the sweat from her lips. “Doesn’t matter, I’ll still be better.”

Plagg squinted. As Chloé reached up for the bar again he floated off the weights quickly. “Look, fun is fun, but your room says ‘Miss Priss’ to me, so why the sudden urgency?”

She adjusted her grip, looking through him into the past. “I won’t lose this time.”

“What do you mean by-”

The beep and click of the gym door unlocking sent Plagg diving for cover. The door opened slowly and André’s head showed itself around the edge. Spotting Chloé, he paused. “Sweety, hi. I am glad you are enjoying the gym, but our patrons need to be able to use it too…”

Chloé instantly scowled, standing and stomping her foot. “No! I need my privacy. They can have it when I ‘m done.!”

André grimaced. “Honey, I’ll get you a new gym. There’s that old ice rink no one uses any more. You’d have the biggest gym in Paris!”

The mention of the rink triggered a memory. She hadn't gotten the gym back then either; another failure. “No! I don’t want that one. Give it to your guests. This one is mine!”

She stomped her foot again for good measure. Instead of retreating though André’s expression hardened again. “If the gym isn’t open in fifteen minutes, honey, I’ll have the lock changed on it and you won’t get the new key.”

He pulled his head back like the world’s fastest snail as soon as he was finished speaking. The door clicked shut while Chloé was still fighting to not swallow her own tongue in rage.

Plagg poked his head up and scented the air quickly. “Hey now, kid, it’s no big deal. It’s just one time, right kid? Kid?”

“Claws out!”

Purrge grabbed the exercise machine she had been using by one upright and heaved the multi-station behemoth across the room.

Steel buckled, plaster crumbled, and heavy plates splintered the hardwood floor. The tangled wreckage effectively blocked the only exit. It was still minutes before anyone dared try the handle from the other side. Rattle, rattle, click. The door wasn’t budging. Muffled voices called out in intermined frustration and concern.

Purrge sat on the floor, back against the wall and knees to her chest. She held one hand palm up above them. The swirling motes of cataclysm danced and popped in the air; all potential one moment, the next nothing. Her slitted eyes watched unblinking at the world moved on around her.

[thewritersaddictions]

(R) Drabble: Aaron Hotchner- Hotch

Aaron had just returned from another week's long trip away for a case. He looked worn out and tired, far more than usual. He gently kissed the crown on my head and scooped the back of my neck into his plan as his lips brushed against mine teasingly.

"Aaron, are you hungry?" I ask as he pulls away for something out of his back pocket. Bit his bottom lip, he thinks quietly. "I didn't have anything before we boarded the plane, but don't worry, I'll make something lat…" Aaron's own body rejects his thoughts. A rather famished growl tore through Aarons's sentence.

"How about we don't wait. I'll order pizza, and you shower." I offer. He sighs heavily but can't deny you're right. He does hate it when you're right because, let's be honest, most of the time, you are.

Aaron toes off his loafers, stuffing them into the shoes rake at the door. "What do you want on your pizza, love?" I ask as I pull up the website on my phone. Aaron shakes his head briefly like he's trying to get his thoughts together. "Just um… normal pizza…" A long groan later and halfway down the hall, he turns and looks back.

"Just cheese on my side, darlin'." He proclaims, finally making his way into the bedroom. I giggle at Arron's somewhat quirky attitude.

I quickly ordered the pizza and even had an extra salad on the side for Aaron since I knew he'd probably only get about one or two slices in before he declared he was full from just that alone. By the end of the order, the website claims it will be under half an hour.

The water is gushing through the pipes, and Aaron is taking his time. Letting the past week's trauma roll off his shoulders with the warm water that hits his skin. I daydream for longer than I think.

I daydream of his strong arms wrapping around my waist as he picks me up. His gentle, rough kisses that he'd lay on every surface of my skin. His large hand spread across any part of me.

I daydream so long that it's only the sound of the irritating doorbell as it rings across the apartment floor. I shake my head off my dirty thoughts and get up. Slipping my slippers onto my fuzzy-covered socks.

The doorbell rings again, and I groan as I open the door to see a young man no older than Spencer standing at the door. A pizza bag in one hand and a plastic bag in another. "Hi, a large pizza and a side salad for you, miss." It's not a question, just the young pizza delivery going through the motions. "Yep, that would be me," I say with a dopey smile.

Just knowing that Aaron is back home brings a sense of calm over my bones, and with that, I wait for the young man to give me my food. He scribbles something down on the back of my receipt before handing me the bag and pizza together.

With that wink, he's gone swaggering down the hallway like a kid who's just gotten candy from the broken machine. I turn, kicking the door shut before bringing the food to the island. Before I scream out that 'pizza is here,' Arron comes from behind the fridge door.

"Hey there, handsome," I say as I round the corner, caring not for the pizza, just wanting a more proper kiss from my lover. Except Arron isn't looking at me, he's looking at the damn crumpled-up paper receipt.

"What did he write on the back?" Aaron asks as he reaches across the island to grab the paper. "Oh, I don't know, just know that I didn't have to pay now that I'm thinking about it," I say with a slight shrug before grabbing the plates from the cabinet.

"My treat for such a sweet-lookin' woman in front of me, give me a call. Here's my phone number. xxx-xxx-xxxx," Aaron reads out loud, my brows furrow, "Who wrote that?" He rolls his eyes, "You can't be serious, right?" Aaron asks, genuinely confused about how I can't see how bad this sounds. "Oh come on babe, that young man, young boy, isn't my type." Aaron's face doesn't change, still wary and worried.

"I've only got eyes for you, Aaron; let's go eat, so I go lay down with the man I missed most in the world this past week." It's nearly an hour and a half into the current movie we're watching when the silence of the bedroom air is interrupted, "Why would that kid even think that's okay… just going around giving women his phone number." I have to hold in my laughter, "Aaron… It's starting to sound like you might be a little jealous." I tease as I smack his arm lightly.

His eyes go wide, a stuttering mess, before he catches his words and hurries a high-pitched unbelievable, "I'm not jea…no no you… I'm not jealous." He stutters over himself. I smile brightly and grab Aaron's robust and chiseled chin with my hand, pulling his attention away from the screen and to me. "Good because I love you way too much to go for a guy that flirts while on the job." I kiss his nose gently before dropping my hand and returning my attention to the movie.

Completed On: 09/09/23

Posted on: 09/10/23

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