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tinybeetiny · 10 days ago

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A Quick Workout: C.S&K.Y

SMUT | 18+ | MDNI

i uh... didn't mean to make this as long as I did......

->Starring: Personal trainers San and Yeosang, Afab!Reader

->Genre: Smut

->CW: Not edited, explicit language, porn with no plot, oral (m and f receiving), double v penetration, gym sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, unprotected sex, creampies, threesome, let me know if I missed anything

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All you wanted was to get a little more in shape, that's it. So when you found a couple of personal trainers, you expected some little weighted workouts, treadmill, yoga, etc., etc. What you didn't expect was to be sandwiched between your two trainers, stretching something other than your muscles.

San held you from behind, arms strong beneath your thighs, lifting you as though your weight meant nothing to him. His chest pressed to your back, his breath ghosting over your neck, warm and steady. Below you, Yeosang knelt between your spread legs, eyes dark with hunger, fixed on the mess dripping from your core onto the polished gym floor.

His fingers traced slow lines along your inner thighs, smearing slick as he went, until his thumb brushed over your clit—barely a touch, but enough to make your hips jerk in San’s hold. San’s voice rumbled against your ear, deep and controlled. "You’re doing so well. Look at you—already trembling, and he’s barely touched you."

Yeosang leaned in, lips brushing your skin, just high enough to make you whimper. "Taste so fucking sweet," he murmured, gaze flicking up. "I want to hear you beg for more."

You tried to answer, but your breath caught—because that’s when his tongue slid through your folds, slow and deliberate. He sucked your clit into his mouth without warning, and a cry escaped you, helpless and raw. San held you tighter, his cock hard and twitching against your lower back, every moan you made echoing through his body.

Yeosang’s mouth was relentless—lips, tongue, teeth, all working in perfect rhythm while his fingers pushed inside you. Two at once, thick and curling just right, fucking into you with purpose. He groaned as you clenched around him, as if the way your body responded turned him on just as much as the taste of you.

"You want it that bad?" he said against your heat, fingers still moving. "Then take it." You couldn’t speak, only nod, only sob, only arch into his mouth like you were starving for it. The obscene sounds of your wetness and his mouth filled the room, and your body burned at every edge.

"Let go for us," San growled, lips brushing the shell of your ear. "Be good and cum."

Your orgasm slammed into you, white-hot and uncontrollable, your entire body trembling as you cried out, held steady only by the grip of the men who wouldn’t let you fall. You were still shaking when San adjusted his grip, bringing you down gently onto the padded gym mat. Your legs felt useless—boneless and weak from release—but his hands steadied you, grounding you with a firm touch.

“Breathe,” he murmured, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “It’s my turn now.”

There was no time to recover, no moment to fully catch your breath—because as soon as he laid you down, he was on top of you, caging you in with his body, thick and heavy and burning with need. You felt him between your legs, his fat red tip pressing against your entrance—hot, hard, already leaking. He didn’t rush. He watched you. Watched your chest rise and fall, watched your lips part with a silent gasp when he started to push in.

“So fucking tight,” he groaned, jaw clenched as he sank into you inch by inch. “Still soaked from what he did to you… fuck.”

Your hands gripped at his back, nails digging in as he filled you, stretching you open in a way that made your spine arch. There was no teasing now—no slow buildup. He knew you were ready. Knew you needed this just as badly as he did. He pulled out almost all the way, then slammed back in, hard enough to knock the breath from your lungs. Again. And again. His rhythm was merciless, driven by restraint fraying at the edges.

“You take me so well,” he growled into your neck, biting down just enough to make you gasp. “You were made for this. For me.”

Each thrust hit deep, his hips slapping into yours with raw force, the sound echoing off the walls like something feral. You felt everything—his thickness, his heat, the way he held your wrists above your head now, pinning you open and helpless beneath him. You barely had time to catch your breath before Yeosang moved closer, standing above you, cock hard and heavy in his hand. His eyes were hooded, jaw tight, watching the way San fucked into you with sharp, relentless thrusts.

“Open for me,” Yeosang said, voice low and commanding, brushing his cock across your lips. San growled in your ear as he drove deeper. “Do it,” he said, hand slipping under your jaw to tilt your head up. “Be good and let him use that pretty mouth while I wreck the rest of you.”

You obeyed, lips parting, tongue flicking out just enough to tease before Yeosang pushed forward, cock sliding over your tongue until he hit the back of your throat. You choked slightly, tears already stinging your eyes, but the sound you made had both of them groaning in unison.

“Fuck,” Yeosang hissed, fingers weaving into your hair, guiding your rhythm. “You look so fucking perfect like this—lips stretched around me while he ruins your cunt.”

San’s pace didn’t falter. If anything, the added sight of your mouth stuffed full made him go harder—his thrusts deeper, hips snapping into yours with brutal precision.

“You feel that?” he grunted, voice thick with praise and heat. “Taking us both like this… greedy little thing. This is what you needed, huh?”

You could only moan around Yeosang’s cock, saliva spilling from the corners of your mouth as he began to thrust slowly, matching San’s rhythm. Every movement left you more undone, your body trembling from the effort, from the fullness, from the raw pressure building again far too soon.

“Don’t stop,” San whispered, almost reverently now, sweat dripping down his jaw as he leaned closer. “You’re fucking perfect. So tight, so wet, clenching around me like you want to cum again already. God, you’re unbelievable.”

Yeosang groaned above you, cock twitching against your tongue as you sucked harder, desperate to give them both what they wanted. Your second orgasm crashed into you fast and violent, made worse by how overstimulated you were, your body shaking, legs twitching, a cry muffled around Yeosang’s cock as you came hard, again. San cursed, grip tightening on your hips as you pulsed around him.

“Shit. Fuck, that’s it. Milk my cock, just like that, fuck.”

He slammed into you one last time and let go, groaning low and deep as he came inside you, warmth flooding your insides. You felt him twitch, felt his whole body jerk with it, his thrusts slower now, but no less intense as he rode it out. Above you, Yeosang hissed through his teeth, pulling back just before he could lose control.

“Fuck. If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to come all over your face.”

You worked your tongue harder, hollowing your cheeks as Yeosang’s breathing grew ragged. His fingers tightened in your hair, steadying you as he fucked your mouth slow and deep, savoring every desperate suck and muffled moan you gave him.

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl,” he groaned, voice thick with need. “Gonna cum right here, right now.”

You swallowed around him as his hips stilled, muscles tensing before he spilled hot, warm release deep down your throat. You swallowed every drop, your eyes watering but never breaking eye contact, letting him see how much you wanted this—how much you craved every piece of them. San’s hips stuttered against you, his growl rough in your ear. “That’s my girl,” he praised. “You take us both so well.”

Yeosang pulled back, slick coating your lips and chin, and you licked them clean before San pulled you up, your chest flush to his. Yeosang's hand slipped between your thighs, fingers finding your slick folds as he slid in behind you, and he positioned himself at your entrance. “Ready?” he asked quietly, his breath hot against your neck.

You nodded, heart pounding, breath still ragged from everything, from both of them, from the overwhelming heat pooling in your belly. He pushed in slowly at first—thick and hard, filling you inch by inch, while San’s cock still pulsed deep inside you, both of them stretching you in ways you never imagined possible.

You felt the air leave your lungs as he bottoms out. Your fingernails dig into his biceps, feeling fuller than you ever have. "You're doing so good for us, squeezing us so tight," San murmurs in your ear.

Yeosang began to move with steady, measured thrusts, hips rolling to find the perfect angle as San matched his pace, slow but relentless. The feeling of them both inside you, moving together, was dizzying—an exquisite torment that made your knees shake and your breath catch with every stroke.

“So fucking good,” San whispered against your shoulder, voice husky. “You’re mine. All mine.”

Yeosang groaned low, fingers digging into your hip as he pulled deeper, his mouth capturing your neck in a bruising kiss. Your world narrowed to the heat between your legs, the pressure building, and the ache of overstimulation that had you teetering on the edge once more. Their bodies moved together in a brutal rhythm, cockheads sliding past each other inside you, slick and hot and impossibly full. Yeosang’s thrusts were slow and deep, grounding you, while San’s were sharper, sharper every time, igniting every nerve ending.

Your breath hitched, chest rising and falling fast as the pressure built, spiraling higher and higher until you couldn’t hold it back anymore.

“Look at you,” San growled, voice rough with desire and awe. “Shaking under us like you’re about to break. You want to come again, don’t you?”

You nodded helplessly, fingers digging into San’s shoulders as your hips bucked involuntarily. Yeosang’s hand slid around to cup your breast, thumb circling your nipple, sending sparks down your spine.

“You’re so good,” he whispered, teeth grazing your ear. “So fucking perfect for us.”

And then it hit—white-hot, fierce and all-consuming. Your walls clenched around them, trembling, squeezing their cocks tight as you came undone, a guttural cry tearing from your throat.

San groaned deep in response, pistoning harder, his own release trembling just beneath the surface. Yeosang pulled you flush against him, lips capturing yours in a bruising kiss as his thrusts sped up, riding your orgasm through his own climax.

“Fuck. Gonna cum" he moaned into your mouth "Gonna take it like a good girl? Gonna let me fill you up?" You nodded vigorously.

With one last, shuddering thrust, San spilled inside you, hot and heavy, his body shaking with the force of his release. Yeosang followed moments later, hips jerking hard as he emptied himself deep inside, mouth still against yours. You were left breathless and trembling between them—completely wrecked, completely theirs.

San settles beside you, his breath slowing as he pulls you close, careful to keep you cushioned against his chest. His hands move like they’re afraid to break you—tracing slow, soothing patterns along your spine, down your arms. Yeosang brushes a damp strand of hair from your forehead, his fingers lingering against your cheek with quiet reverence. “You did so good.” he whispers, voice soft and steady. “We’re so proud of you.”

You feel their warmth, solid and steady—as the storm inside you quiets, your heart slowing to match theirs. San presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head, murmuring, “Same time tomorrow?"

You nod, exhausted, barely able to hold your head up.

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hoshifighting · 10 months ago

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lyla I love what you write!!! I spend most of my nights diving into your tumblr and i never get tired of it!! <33

now im putting my shyness aside but still hiding on anonymous lol to request a yoga/pilates princess reader × seventeen gym lime pls?? how they would take advantage of it 😮‍💨

thank uuu love u

seventeen gym rat line x pilates princess reader

WARNINGS: smut, mentions of toned body, dirty talk, flexibility and strength

seungcheol “fuck, how are you so damn flexible?” seungcheol mutters, watching you bend in ways that make his thighs burn just from looking. pilates isn’t his thing; give him weights any day, but the way you move? he’s obsessed. he loves how you can effortlessly hold a position, legs stretched out, hips open—shit that drives him crazy. every time you strut out of the studio in those tight leggings, he’s already planning how he’s gonna have you later. “c’mere,” he pulls you close, hands sliding down to your hips, his lips brushing against your ear. “gonna bend you just like that, baby, but you’ll be screaming my name this time.” later, when he’s got you pinned beneath him, legs wrapped around his waist, he’s using all that strength to make you tremble. “this what you wanted, huh? my strong arms holding you down while you can’t even think straight?” he’s panting, half from exertion, half from the way you’re squeezing around him.

joshua tries to join you in pilates once, thinking it’s all easy stretches—wrong. the burn in his abs makes him regret every gym session where he skipped core. but watching you? the way your body moves with such grace, he’s a goner. he can’t stop thinking about how it’d feel to have you on top, moving with that same fluidity, every roll of your hips calculated, perfect. “you really have no idea what you do to me,” he murmurs, pulling you into his lap after your session, his hands sliding up your thighs. “seeing you like that.. it’s fucking hot. now let me show you what it does to me.” he’s not shy about letting you know how you drive him horny, his hands moves to grind your hips on his boner, your legging a thin layer that makes you feel his hard cock.

woozi’s always been focused, disciplined, but pilates tests his patience in a whole new way. “how is this harder than deadlifting twice my body weight?” he grumbles, struggling to hold a boat pose while you casually chat, barely breaking a sweat. afterward, when he’s got you in a deep arch on the bed, your back nearly bending in half as he thrusts into you, he finally understands the appeal. “this… shit, you look so good like this,” he breathes, eyes locked on your body. the way you stretch to take all of him “all that fucking pilates… worth it just to see you like this.” he grips your hips, pulling you even closer, rolling his hips inside you.

mingyu’s the type who thrives on challenges, so when pilates kicks his ass, he’s frustrated. but seeing you in action? it’s like watching a masterpiece. every stretch, every controlled breath, it’s got him all kinds of turned on. especially when you’re wearing those cropped tops that show off your toned body, and your boobs—he’s obsessed. “you’re gonna kill me with those damn leggings,” he groans, pulling you into his arms the moment you step out of the studio, sweaty and glowing. “can’t stop thinking about how those legs would feel wrapped around my head.” so when he finally gets you in bed, he’s eager to try out all the positions you’ve perfected in pilates, his hands roaming your body like he’s trying to memorize every muscle, every curve. “show me what else you can do, princess.”

hoshi “how do you make it look so easy?” hoshi grumbles, trying to hold a plank while you’re effortlessly transitioning into some advanced move. he’s competitive, hates losing, but damn, pilates humbles him. every time he struggles, you flash him that teasing smile, and it’s game over. he’s down bad, not just for how you move, but for the confidence you exude. when you’re in those tight shorts, showing off every line of muscle, he’s barely keeping it together. “you know what i’m thinking, right?” he asks, grabbing you the second you finish your session. “thinking of how good you’d look under me, legs wrapped around my waist, using all that strength to hold on tight. let’s see if you can stay in control when i’m the one making you feel good.” he whispers in your ear, knowing the effect his dirty talk will cause.

chan, when you drag him to pilates, he’s game—until he realizes just how much core strength it actually takes. but damn, does he love watching you. the way you move, the control you have over your body, it’s enough to drive him crazy. and when you’re wearing those tiny shorts, showing off your toned legs? he’s struggling to keep his mind out of the gutter. “how do you make everything look so fucking hot?” he mutters, following you into the locker room after your session, his hands already sliding up your thighs. “you have no idea how hard it is to focus when you’re looking like that.” later, when you’re tangled up in his sheets, he’s determined to see if all that pilates training has paid off, “let’s see how flexible you really are.” he mumbles to himself.

wonwoo can’t deny the way his pulse races when he watches you in pilates, all hot and firm. he’d never admit it, but the thought of you being able to move so fluidly, so powerfully, has him imagining all kinds of things. especially when you’re in those high-waisted leggings, the fabric hugging your curves in a way that leaves little to the imagination. “you know, you could teach me some moves,” he says, trying to sound casual, but his voice comes out rougher than he intended. “like how you can stay so damn composed even when you’re about to fall apart.” when you’re in bed, he can’t help but test that theory, his hands guiding you into a position that leaves you breathless. “let’s see how long you can hold this one, babe.”

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nerdlvr · 6 months ago

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why did this chair have to be so damn loud.

donghyuck winced as he pulled out the desk chair, a loud screech making his classmates turn their heads. he muttered out a small sorry his cheeks burning bright red as he set his notebooks down before awkwardly settling into the seat next to you.

"hi hyuckie."

he swallowed hard, slowly turning his head to face you.

"hi- hey kitty."

he raised his hand in an awkward wave, quickly putting it away as he realized how uncool he must look, idiot.

you looked so fucking pretty, like unbelievably pretty. your hair was styled in soft waves, a cute bow pulling the loose strands away from your face. your cheeks were dusted with a soft pink blush, your lips plump and glossy. you wore your usual outfit, a matching yoga set, this one was a light grey, your curves accentuated from every angle. did you do yoga? or maybe pilates? you had to do something, your body was just so toned, so plump, so-

"earth to donghyuck?"

you waved your hand in his face, a cheeky smile spreading on your lips,

"hi there baby, kinda zoned out on me for a sec. i was asking about your notes, i can't see too well from back here-"

you pointed towards the board at the front of the lecture hall,

"the professor's handwriting is kind of small."

he nodded quickly, passing you his notebook. he muttered out a small maybe if you just sat closer to the front. he couldn't help himself, student's only struggled in school because they didn't try enough. he just cared because you were his kitty, he just wanted you to succeed of course.

"what was that hyuck?"

you lifted your head towards him a confused look on your face,

"i said um- that-"

the rest of his sentence was mumbled, his voice low and his words jumbled together. you reached for his chin, turning his head to face you,

"say that again?"

your touch was hot against his skin, goosebumps rising along his body. the room suddenly felt small, his chest tightening at the sight of you so close,

"i said- that- i said that- that maybe if you sat closer to the front then maybe you wouldn't struggle so much."

you clicked your tongue at him, a small smirk on your lips,

"nerd boy has a smart mouth on him, how fitting."

his cheeks were bright pink now, his eyes wide and sparkly,

"no- i- i just- i meant like- it just-"

you giggled at him, pushing his glasses a little bit further up the bridge of his nose. your free hand joined your other against his face, now holding his jaw softly,

"don't you think sitting in the back is so much more fun though? i could kiss you right now and no one would notice."

his eyes darted towards the rest of the lecture hall, your classmates typing away on their computers or distracted by their phones. only a weak mhm was all donghyuck could muster out.

"you like the idea of that don't you dirty boy?"

you looked down towards his jeans, his hardening length pressing uncomfortably against the fabric. your eyes trailed up his body before meeting his again. he licked his lips tentatively, brain foggy with lust.

"can you kiss me. please. just one kiss."

a soft whine escaped his lips as you brushed them gently with your finger. he parted his lips slightly, eyes fluttering shut as you slipped your thumb past the plump muscle.

he moaned as you pressed on his tongue, a little chuckle leaving your lips at the sound,

"shhh hyuck, we're in class, remember?"

he nodded quickly, lips wrapping around your finger to muffle his moans. you brought your other hand down to grab his, bringing it to touch in between your thighs. his eyes got impossibly wider, your core hot against his fingers.

"feel that hyuckie?"

that was enough to set donghyuck off. his mouth falling open into a silent moan, your finger slipping out of his lips. you watched as he pulled his hand away from yours, instead deciding to place them on your thighs gripping tightly. he hunched forward, glasses falling off of his face and onto your lap.

you picked up his glasses, waiting for him to finish... literally. he got back up, quickly releasing the death grip he had on your thighs. his hands scrambled to cover the wet patch that had formed on his jeans. his cheeks were flushed, sweat building on his hairline,

"i- i have to use the bathroom."

he stumbled to get out of his seat, hands still firmly covering his crotch.

"hyuckie wait- look-"

he stopped his fumbling, breath shaky as you got out of your seat to place his glasses on his face. you gently wiped the lenses with your sleeve, leaning back to get a good look at him,

"there we go, perfect. now go ahead go clean yourself up baby."

you gave his chest a light pat before he was scurrying out of the lecture hall.

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oaksgrove · 12 days ago

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Pilates Punishment

pairing: Platonic!TF141 x Reader

synopsis: It all started with an offhand comment about your Pilates routine—Soap and Gaz were convinced it was nothing more than "old lady stretches." So, naturally, they insisted on joining your morning workout.

warnings: Extreme secondhand embarrassment, excessive whining, Soap and Gaz making bad decisions, Ghost suffering in silence, and Price enjoying the spectacle.

word count: 746

It started with Soap’s big mouth.

“What’s this I hear about your morning workout?” he asked one morning over breakfast, grinning around a spoonful of cereal. “Some kinda yoga, eh? Nice and relaxing?”

You smirked over your coffee. “Pilates, actually. And it’s not as easy as you think.”

Soap raised an eyebrow and turned to Gaz. “C’mon, mate. Pilates? Sounds like old lady stuff. How hard can it be?”

Gaz, ever the enabler, chuckled. “Yeah, we’re not talking about running a marathon here.”

Price, calmly stirring his tea, chimed in. “I suppose you think your weightlifting makes you invincible.”

Ghost, who had been silently eating in the corner, let out a quiet snort. “Wouldn’t hurt them to stretch. Their hamstrings are tighter than their shooting groups.”

Soap bristled, puffing out his chest. “Alright then, let’s see what all the fuss is about. We’ll join you tomorrow morning, yeah?”

Gaz grinned. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

Price sighed, shaking his head. “You two are gonna regret that.”

The next morning, you were up early, as usual, setting up your mat in the small gym space when the Dead Men Walking stumbled in.

Soap stretched lazily. “This is gonna be a breeze.”

Gaz rolled his shoulders. “Just tell us what to do, boss.”

Price leaned against the wall, arms crossed, sipping his coffee like he had front-row seats to the show. Ghost, in full tactical gear for no reason, stood at the back—watching. Waiting.

You smiled sweetly. Predatory.

“Alright, gentlemen, let’s get started.”

The warm-up was deceptively easy—simple stretches, light mobility work. Soap and Gaz smirked at each other like they’d already won.

Then, you transitioned into the real routine.

“Plank position. Hold for a minute.”

Soap barely lasted twenty seconds before groaning. “This isn’t bad… but…why does my core feel like it’s on fire?!”

“It’s called working muscles you don’t usually use,” you replied, biting back a smirk.

By the time you moved into side planks with leg lifts, Gaz’s face was red, and Soap was visibly shaking.

“Who—who invented this?!” Gaz wheezed.

“A sadist, obviously,” Soap panted.

“You’re doing great,” you said, voice dripping with faux encouragement.

Ghost, to his credit, was holding up better than the others, though his breathing was heavier than usual. Price, the smartest of the bunch, had joined for stretches but wisely opted to observe the harder moves.

Then came fire hydrants.

“Thirty reps each side,” you instructed.

Soap got through four before collapsing.

“I can’t feel my legs!”

Gaz flopped onto his back. “Why does everything burn?”

“You two skipping leg day?” you teased, raising an eyebrow.

Even Ghost had slowed down, his movements stiff and deliberate. Price, still against the wall, chuckled.

“Told you lot to stretch more.”

Then came glute bridges and it was the final straw.

“Feet flat, lift your hips, and squeeze,” you instructed, holding the pose effortlessly.

Soap attempted one rep before throwing his arms over his face. “This isn’t exercise—it’s torture!”

Gaz made it halfway through before rolling off his mat in defeat.

Ghost was silent, but from the way his knuckles flexed against the mat, he was suffering.

Price, watching the carnage, sighed. “Pathetic.”

You grinned as you held the pose effortlessly. “You’ve been humbled.”

Soap groaned from the floor. “Never again.”

Gaz, still on his back, wheezed. “This was an attack on my pride.”

Ghost, still catching his breath, simply muttered, “Bloody hell.”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

By the end of the session, the gym looked like a battlefield, they were panting and groaning like they’d just survived a warzone..

Soap was sprawled out like he’d been shot. “I’ll never mock Pilates again,”

Gaz lay on his side, staring at the ceiling in existential dread. “How do you do this every day?”

“You’re tougher than you look.” Ghost sat up slowly, rubbing his aching legs, looking vaguely like he wanted revenge.

Price clapped you on the shoulder. “Good show, soldier. You broke them.”

You grinned, grabbing your water bottle. “Maybe next time you’ll stick to what you’re good at.”

Soap groaned. “There’s not gonna be a next time.”

“Not unless you want to end up like this again,” Gaz added, pointing to his limp leg.

Ghost, rubbing his shoulder, muttered, “I hate you.”

“You don’t.” you said grinning like a madwoman

As you walked out of the gym, their dramatic moans and vows to never skip leg day again followed you.

A small victory.

One you’d savor for weeks.

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theyungihven · 9 months ago

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You Right ⁕ Yunho

↬ Genre : romance, smut

↬ pairing : boyfriend yunho x girlfriend reader

↬ Synopsis : when your bf boyfriend doesn't have time for you so you make a replica of him and f*ck yourself on it only to get caught red handed by him

↬ Author note : APOLOGIES this has been dying in my drafts since a week but I haven't been able to post it so yep don't blame me but the startup I'm working on. plus i wasn't sure about the ending so i had to ask my boyfriend.

Whimpers spill out of your mouth, followed by moans as you bounce your hips up and down in a rhythm exciting to your body as it sends waves of pleasure back. Your free hair enjoys its freedom as they too bounce in your favourite rhythm.

You drown in the bliss of the tip touching your gspot that you don't even mind the drool spilling down your chin.

The pleasure reaches your brain as you watch yourself fucking it in the mirror,which is placed infront of your bed and you feel yourself getting more wet when you look at yourself pathetically fucking yourself on a mere toy.

It tempts you into climbing over the sheets and onto the floor.

So you do.

You crawl down the sheets and onto the floor.

Then sit on the white cashmere carpet as you position yourself in a way that your back is visible in the mirror and visible on the phone set up in your direction in the corner of the room.

The silicone replica of your boyfriend's dick still sits tightly and firmly placed between your walls, as they're not eager to let it go.

Little did they know…that it's not him but a replica.

Your hands slip underneath your t-shirt, and remove it off your body freeing your skin which is followed by painfully removing the silicone replica from your core as your walls were adamant to let it go.

You bring it up your mouth and lick it, as the voice in your head says, “lick it clean like the good girl you are.” you moan as you make sure to not waste a drop of your orgasm coated onto the silicone, your eyes rolling in pleasure as the tip of the toy hits the back of your throat.

Getting on your fours, you pucker your ass in the air as If doing a yoga pose but when you turn your head, you're surprised to see your boyfriend in the doorway as he leans against it watching you with a smirk.

“Did I interrupt you darling?” You shake your head, a mixture of your drool and remnants of your own orgasm dripping down your chin.

“Help” you whimper out, placing your head on the floor while your ass rests in the air and on display for him.

You can hear his footsteps moving towards you and before you know, he is stretching your hole more than his replica did.

“God!” you exclaim as he helps himself to fill you up because the stretch hurts soo good the burn makes you hiss as you pussy gets adjusted to his size as you hadn't fucked him in a while due to your busy schedule.

In no time, he's fucking you raw as you fall forward and your ass becomes a victim of his palm, painted in red. His hands curl around your hair, pulling them make you look at him as he fucks you like an animal. “You're such slut for my dick that you even got a replica made, huh?”

“Mmmh”

“Look how fucked out of your brains you are, can’t even speak properly”

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my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction · 2 months ago

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Shimmer Kane with his breeding kink sends me absolutely feral. He gives me the vibe that he calls it ‘mating’ whenever you have sex

You have killed me, thank you.

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Shimmer!Kane x f!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • buy me a coffee? •

Summary: Kane's a little obsessed.

Warnings: Kissing, fingering, rutting, not beta read, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 700

“Need to mate with you.” Kane groans in your ear as he kisses your jaw. He’s on top of you already, pressing you back down onto the sofa, his warm hands firmly pulling your thighs apart so that he can settle between them.

“Kane, I-” You turn your head, trying to get his attention. But he growls softly, pressing his lips to yours and sinking his tongue into your mouth.

He swallows your whines desperately as he rocks his aching erection against your core.

He was naked already, having pulled off most of his clothing before he’d even walked into the room.

You pull lightly at his hair on the back of his head, just enough to get a fraction of space between you both. He moans and shivers, enjoying the action far more than you thought he would.

“What’s got into you?” You breathe. You’d become used to him over the last few months, familiar with his habits and patterns.

His hands snake up higher on your bare thighs, underneath the skirt of your dress, to hook at the waistband of your underwear.

“I want to get into you.” He breathes, his voice even, even though you know he is trying to make a joke.

You grin. “I mean, what’s got you so worked up?”

“I saw a video.” He says simply, as if he wasn’t rubbing himself deliciously against your core, just catching the edge of your clit.

“What video?”

Ever since Kane came back changed, you had set him up with a tablet for him to use when he had questions about everyday items. It wasn’t that you didn’t like explaining things to him, it was more that the questions he had were often so completely outside of your field of expertise or everyday common knowledge, that you usually ended up looking them up online anyway.

“I was looking at yoga.” Something you had suggested to him to help him relax. He bunches your skirt up higher. “Different positions.”

“And how…?”

“Lotus position, I click on some videos. They showed other things.” His breathing hitches ever so slightly, the smallest hint that his rapid rutting is affecting him. “Made me hard. Wanted you.”

“Kane,” you squirm a little, your body reacting to him so quickly. You press your chest closer. “You know you don’t always need me when you get horny, you can take care of your needs-”

“I don’t like that.” He kisses your jaw, sucking at your skin and you have to pull him back by his hair so that you can continue the conversation.

“What do you mean you don’t like that?”

He gives you a small frown, as if you are being purposefully difficult. “I don’t like fucking my hand. I like being with you.” He kisses your neck again, pushing you back so you're fully laying down.

He manages to pull himself away from you for just long enough to yank your panties down and off one leg.

“I like when I come in you and you squeeze me.” He groans in your ear, going back to dragging his burning hot cock through your folds and gasping at the wetness that greets him.

You shiver, pleasure twisting in your stomach as you scrap your fingers along his scalp.

“I like when you make noises and how warm you are.” He pushes two fingers inside you and moans loudly as you whimper.

He rubs his thumb against your clit, while he ruts his cock along your inner thigh, smearing precum along your skin. He strokes you eagerly, the spot and pace to make you scream memorised perfectly.

You moan his name, wrapping one arm around his shoulders so you can hold him tight.

He growls again, louder this time and watching your face as you pant and writhe under him.

“I like that you love me.” He practically purrs, “That you let me. That you want me.”

“Kane,” You swallow, pleasure burning and threatening to pull you down at any moment.

“I like that you’re going to come for me and then let me make you come again.” He watches you with large, dark eyes, enraptured by your every moment. “I love you.”

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bloomzone · 1 year ago

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Summer Fitness Challenge: Your Guide to a Stronger, Healthier body

Show them what you’re made of your endless nights deserve a loud ovation shine bright and prove them wrong cause we can feel our progress

-straykids (song : blind spot)

Hi Sparkles! ⭐ This is the last blog in our first important blog series! I hope the previous six blogs were helpful and informative. Let's dive into a quick and effective summer workout routine to keep you fit and energized during the sunny months

Summer Workout Routine

Summer is the perfect time to revitalize your fitness routine and enjoy the great outdoors. Whether you’re looking to get in shape or maintain your current fitness level, this quick and effective workout plan will help you stay active and energized all summer long Here’s a routine you can follow (6 days in a week) :

by: 𖧷´ bloomzone 𝅄 ׂׅ

Day 1: Full Body Workout

Start your week strong with a full-body workout.

- Warm-up: 5 minutes of light cardio (jogging, jumping jacks)

- Squats: 3 sets of 12 reps

- Push-ups: 3 sets of 10 reps

- Plank: 3 sets of 30 seconds

Day 2: Cardio and Core

Burn calories and strengthen your core.

- Warm-up:5 minutes of dynamic stretches

- HIIT: 20 minutes (alternate 30 seconds of sprinting with 30 seconds of walking)

Day 3: Active Rest

Give your muscles a break while staying active.

- Activity: Light walking, swimming, or yoga for 30 minutes (don't overwork yourself)

Day 4: Lower Body Focus

Focus on building strength in your lower body.

- Warm-up: 5 minutes of light cardio

- Lunges: 3 sets of 12 reps per leg

- Glute Bridges: 3 sets of 15 reps

Day 5: Upper Body Focus

Target your upper body for a balanced physique.

- Warm-up: 5 minutes of light cardio

- Dumbbell Bench Press: 3 sets of 12 reps

- Bicep Curls: 3 sets of 15 reps

Day 6: Cardio and Stretching

End your week with cardio and flexibility work.

- Warm-up: 5 minutes of dynamic stretches

- Steady-State Cardio: 30 minutes (running, cycling, or brisk walking)

- Stretching: 10 minutes of full-body stretches

Day 7: Rest Day

Allow your body to recover:Complete rest or light activity like a leisurely walk and give yourself a self care day !!

Tips for Success

1. Stay Hydrated: Drink plenty of water throughout the day, especially during and after workouts.

2. Eat Well: Focus on a balanced diet rich in fruits, vegetables, lean proteins, and whole grains (or if u are programming to follow a diet click here ! )

3. Be Consistent: Stick to the routine and adjust as needed based on your fitness level.

4. Listen to Your Body: Rest if you feel overly fatigued or experience any pain.

ıllı ⠀ : As you continue on your fitness journey, keep setting new goals and challenging yourself. Adjust the intensity of your workouts as needed and explore different activities to keep your routine enjoyable and engaging. Fitness is a journey, and each step you take brings you closer to ur body goal .⠀♡ ⠀ !!

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lolana101 · 6 months ago

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𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄

⤷ VI/VIOLET: FIXER UPPER

⤷ feat. vi/violet (arcane league of legends)

cw: 18+ , strap, degradation, pit fighter vi, rough sex, marking

she’s deep inside you, her tip constantly pressing against your cervix, constantly sending out a pleasurable burn in your guts. your nails are scraping desperately at her shoulders, your tongue slipped between her teeth as she chuckled.

she promised you would get to help her out with her work out, benching her, coaching her. then she asked if you could sit on her as some weight for her hip thrusts, which you do. until something pressed against you through her boxer shorts.

“like this?”

she moaned against your lips, one hand pressed tightly against your hip, the other helping balance her self. every snap of her hips had her quaking slightly, her clit rubbing sweetly against the wet leather of the strap on.

“fuck- your so tight.. are you cumming again?”

she questions, as if she could feel you through her “dick.” her hand moving to cup the underside of your ass, tapping it a few times before flipping you on your back, her hand that was once supporting you cupping the back of your neck.

“open cupcake. let me stuff my cock n’ you.”

she hums, snapping her hips deeper into you. warmth flutters from your core to your head, as her lips trail from your own to the junction of your neck and shoulder, marking purple hot bruises just to run her hot tongue over the wound, soothing it. you can barely think, putty in her arms.

“such a slut for me right? say it.. did i fuck you to good? such a slut.”

your cumming again, your thighs quaking and tightening against her own hips, your nails digging into her back as one of her hands dip between you to rub your achy and puffy clit.

her eyes connect with yours, as she presses her forehead again your own, sweaty. her eyes are shiny with pure lust and that dark, messy grudgy eyeshadow the falls like tears to her mid cheeks. her thrusts get less coordinated as her own clit rubs so tenderly against the buckles and fabric of the strap, as her orgasm ripples deep within her.

a sharp gasp hissing through her teeth as she let out a deep, almost growl into your ear. her orgasm lasts a while, her lips parted as soft huffs of air escape them, always smelling like a little blood and alcohol.

“mmn wanna make you squirt.”

she moans, her hand pressing against your stomach delving new found pressure onto your bladder, her hips angling to hit up against your bladder.

her thrusts grow more rough, her gaze heavily staring down between your body moving against each other, her gaze sometimes staring back at your own embarrassed expression. she lets out a soft praise, a good girl or soft moan to let you know she was enjoying this just as much.

“mn’ close vi.”

you mewl, nails now digging into the forearm pressing against your tummy, she watches with awe, her eyes almost twinkling.

“yea? yeah..? squirt on my cock pretty girl. please.”

it isn’t long until your clenching against her length, her eyes widening slightly at the wet splash coating your thighs and her belly, slowly tricking down onto the increasingly damp yoga mat placed below you two.

“good girl.”

she hums, purposefully pressing her self deeper as she leaned to kiss your lips, tongue dragging over them to wet them a little then leaving a gentle peck on your lips. she giggled a little, as you smile sweetly.

you can’t wait until the next time she wins a fight, so she can fuck you so good. or until she maybe looses one, cause you know that’s when she fucks you the best.

kinda short?? idk but hope you all enjoyed!! requests are open, please like and follow!

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fellominaarcher · 2 months ago

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2 HOUSES, 1 FAMILY — Karina x fem!reader

→ Two couples. Four disasters. Zero boundaries.

> Characters intro:

— Yoo Jimin

⤷ CFO of a major corporate with a secret passion for true crime podcasts she listens to while doing pilates. Type-A and proud of it. Runs her household like she’s managing a Fortune 500 company.

⤷ Yoga and Pilates enthusiast, not because she loves wellness, but because it's the only thing keeping her from snapping Y/N in half.

⤷ Stingy to the core, has a drawer full of fast food ketchup packets and "borrows" salt and sugar from next door.

⤷ Gets aggressive during board games. Occasionally talks to herself in the mirror before bed like it’s a business meeting.

⤷ Keeps a secret indulgence fund for luxury skincare no one knows about. Has a collection of expensive wine she's "saving for a special occasion" but never opens.

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— Huh Y/N

⤷ ADHD-fueled chaos machine. Her hyperfixations range from medieval calligraphy to building a rocket that works like a real life one.

⤷ Falls into YouTube rabbit holes at 3 AM about topics like "the history of spoons" or "abandoned malls." Maintains 17 separate notebooks, each abandoned after 20 pages.

⤷ Depending on the week, she might be tutoring a CEO's kid, recording an EP, painting a mural, or trying to start a dog-walking business.

⤷ "Emergency" reorganizes spaces at midnight when inspiration strikes. Constantly starts random hobbies (wood burning, lock-picking, knitting)—finishes none.

⤷ She can be wildly witty or mysteriously absent mid-conversation. Surprisingly good at crisis management despite causing most crises.

— Huh Yunjin

⤷ Executive chef whose unorthodox techniques have earned both critics' praise and kitchen staff anxiety. Has a Michelin-level palate but drinks cheap beer exclusively.

⤷ The opposite of Y/N. Whip-smart, wise beyond her years, with a voice that flips from poetic to potty-mouthed in 0.3 seconds. Flirty with her wife like they’re still high school sweethearts. Still gets handsy in public.

⤷ Her life revolves around running the famous restaurant Dear Roseburn in Gangnam, where she’s the head executive chef, often seen sporting bandages from the constant burns and cuts she gets while cooking.

⤷ Volunteers teaching cooking to at-risk youth but never mentions it. Stress-bakes at 3 AM when she can't sleep. Meticulously plates even instant ramen at home.

⤷ Love Language: Physical touch and feeding people - believes any problem can be solved with the right meal.

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— Kim Chaewon

⤷ Always camera-ready, changes outfits multiple times daily, dramatic makeup. Former beauty pageant competitor, first in family to pursue entertainment.

⤷ Has designated lighting settings for different moods in every room. Inexplicably amazing at video games despite claiming to hate them.

⤷ Mathematical genius who does complex calculations in her head.

⤷ Secretly watches reality TV cooking shows to understand Yunjin's world better. Despite her diva exterior, she’s deeply kind, just emotionally constipated. She shows affection through acts of service — like reorganizing Yunjin’s spice rack by color (and posting it on Instagram).

⤷ Practices acceptance speeches in the shower for awards she hasn't been nominated for yet.

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vskitty · 5 months ago

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jan - feb weekly workout schedule

monday: upper body & core strength

goal: build lean muscle in arms and strengthen core.

warm-up: everyday full body pilates - 10 min

arms:

slim arms in 1 week - 10 min

optional: toned arms with dumbbells - 20 min

core: get abs in 2 weeks | abs workout challenge - 10 min

flexibility:

stretch for splits (front splits flexibility routine) - 15 min

how to get a flexible back fast! - 10 min

tuesday: leg flexibility & splits

goal: work towards front and middle splits.

warm-up: everyday full body pilates - 10 min

flexibility:

full body stretch for flexibility - 20 mins

intense hamstring repair yoga routine - 25 mins

wednesday: lower body & glutes

goal: tone legs and grow glutes.

warm-up: everyday full body pilates - 10 min

arms: slim arms in 1 week - 10 min

glutes:

30-day fat burn: legs & butt shaper - 10 min

or option 2: best at-home booty workout - 20 min

legs: toning ballet legs workout for sculpting, lengthening and strengthening - 25 mins

flexibility:

stretch for splits (front splits flexibility routine) - 15 min

how to get a flexible back fast! - 10 min

thursday: back flexibility & posture

goal: improve back flexibility and posture.

warm-up: everyday full body pilates - 10 min

strength & mobility:

shoulder & back mobility workout - 10 min

fix your posture - 10 min

flexibility:

stretch for splits (front splits flexibility routine) - 15 min

how to get a flexible back fast! - 10 min

optional: deepen your arch | back stretch routine | spinal flexibility - improve posture - 10 min

friday: full body strength & core

goal: engage full body strength, focusing on core and arms.

warm-up: everyday full body pilates - 10 min

strength:

ballet back & arms sculpting workout - 10 min

ballet legs & core workout - 20 min

flexibility: full body stretch for flexibility - 20 min

saturday: deep stretch & legs

goal: deepen flexibility, focusing on legs and hips.

warm-up: everyday full body pilates - 10 min

strength: toning ballet legs workout for sculpting, lengthening and strengthening - 25 min

flexibility:

how to get a flexible back fast! - 10 min

get your splits | hip flexibility | splits challenge - 20 min

intense hamstring repair yoga - 25 min

sunday: active recovery / light stretch

goal: relax, relieve tension, and lightly stretch.

active movement: walk or gentle yoga flow - 30–60 min

flexibility: bedtime stretches for relaxation - 10 min

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4theitgirls · 5 months ago

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short workouts, add-ons, and finishers

6 minute pilates bubble butt by daisy keech

8 minute hourglass abs by daisy keech

8 minute barre & pilates core by fitbymik

9 minute slim arms by mizi

10 minute inner thighs by move with nicole

10 minute daily pilates abs by celamarr

10 minute pilates booty by celamarr

10 minute hourglass abs by celamarr

10 minute squat challenge by eleni fit

10 minute abs & waist pilates by celamarr

10 minute pilates butt lift by eleni fit

10 minute pilates arms by eleni fit

10 minute thighs & booty by eleni fit

10 minute pilates booty by celamarr

10 minute pilates booty by eleni fit

10 minute pilates butt lift w/ankle weights by eleni fit

10 minute arms & back by eleni fit

10 minute flat belly & thighs by eleni fit

10 minute killer abs by celamarr

10 minute full body by eylem abaci

10 minute yoga abs by eylem abaci

10 minute legs by pamela reif

10 minute back by eylem abaci

10 minute glutes by celamarr

10 minute yoga legs by eylem abaci

10 minute pilates butt & thighs by mary braun

10 minute glutes bridge burnout by pamela reif

10 minute ab lines workout by pamela reif

10 minute upper body pilates by lidia mera

10 minute 90 degree shoulder workout by emi wong

10 minute ab sculpt by fitbymik

10 minute barre abs by fitbymik

10 minute slim back & posture workout by emi wong

10 minute arm workout by eleni fit

10 minute slim back & bra bulge workout by emi wong

10 minute pilates booty by boho beautiful yoga

10 minute slim inner thighs by hailey c.

10 minute daily abs workout by madfit

10 minute fat burning yoga by hailey c.

10 minute chest & back workout by pamela reif

10 minute hourglass abs pt. IV by daisy keech

10 minute slow abs by pamela reif

10 minute lower abs & love handle workout by madfit

10 minute hip dip workout by daisy keech

10 minute hourglass workout by hailey c.

10 minute cellulite workout by hailey c.

10 minute love handle workout by emi wong

10 minute resistance band booty workout by madfit

10 minute side abs & side booty by pamela reif

10 minute booty w/ resistance band by pamela reif

10 minute hourglass thighs & booty by hailey c.

10 minute inner thigh workout & stretches by hailey c.

10 minute slim arms by hailey c.

10 minute grow taller yoga by hailey c.

10 minute lean & toned legs by move with nicole

10 minute leg/inner thigh challenge by boho beautiful yoga

10 minute hourglass body by hailey c.

10 minute fix neck hump & forward head tilt by hailey c.

12 minute daily essentials workout by eylem abaci

12 minute arm workout by fitbymik

12 minute elegant arms by pamela reif

12 minute side booty by pamela reif

12 minute booty & thighs by fitbymik

12 minute daily fat burning yoga by hailey c.

15 minute full body mini band workout by eleni fit

15 minute abs & glutes by eleni fit

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lumierexfics · 17 days ago

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Chat Log name : I could eat that girl for lunch!

chat log description : A Dick Grayson Imagine where he helps you stretch for ulterior motives.

ONLINE USERS : Dick Grayson, Reader

‼️ CONTENT WARNINGS : 18+ MDNI Imagine, OOC! Dick Grayson, Established relationship, Aphrodisiacs

୨⎯ Imagine Dick Grayson in a thin layer of sweat while he dabbed away some with his towel. He carefully applied pressure to push to hold your shoulders down, making your chest touch the wooden floor.

You pushed yourself up while you drank from your cold water bottle with the familiar taste of butterscotch due to the addition of maca root.

“Another position if you have it in you?” He inquired.

You nodded, your eyes watched his hand slick backed his black hair. Your eyes darted around the shared apartment to distract yourself from your aching core.

Your eyes looked into the crack of the bedroom and silently groaned looking at the ripped up slippers due to Haley’s teeth but rolling your eyes at never having the ability to ever be mad at her.

“You feel it too?” His blue eyes stared at you; boiling lust mixed with affection that was already there. “We can always end it early.”

You felt his hands carefully adjusted your position despite the frog pose being an advanced position in yoga that you had been building up with.

“Breathe from here.” He lightly pressed on the lower part of your abdomen. “Deep breathing, princess.”

His hand pulled away when you managed to start deep breathing on your own while you wished his calloused hand went underneath your yoga pants. You needed a relief, badly.

“Water break, princess,” he said.

You carefully undid the frog pose and you turned to face him while drinking the cold water that intensified the burning in your core.

Your eyes looked into the crack of the bedroom and silently groaning looking at the ripped up slippers due to Haley’s teeth but rolling your eyes at never having the ability to ever be mad at her.

“You feel it too?” His blue eyes stared at you; boiling lust mixed with affection that was already there. “We can always end it early.”

You felt his hands carefully adjusted your position despite the frog pose being an advanced position in yoga that you had been building up with.

“Breathe from here.” He lightly pressed on the lower part of your abdomen. “Deep breathing, princess.”

His hand pulled away when you managed to start deep breathing on your own while you wished his calloused hand went underneath your yoga pants. You needed a relief, badly.

“Water break, princess,” he said.

You carefully undid the frog pose and you turned to face him while drinking the cold water that intensified the burning in your core. You tried to ignore his flushed face, feeling his eyes scan your body; every part of you was crafted by a master artisan.

It was only moments when you both said the pleas of over-boil love. His hands pulled everything down even if it meant ripping your yoga pants which he swore to rebuy the collection in your favorite colors and materials.

While his lips left a trail of kisses and bite marks across your body. His calloused hands gripping your backside to help you go up and down while you rode him despite your legs trembling and his mouth that latched onto your nipple—leaving bite marks.

It was a new position where your back on the floor, knee held up to your chest while your other leg was spread to make room for him. His mouth played around with your folds, drinking up every single drop as if it were the most expensive wine or sucking out the venom from a poisonous snake bite.

It was only moments till he inserted himself inside and the last remaining bits of humanity that you and him held became deprived mush were only the sounds of squelching and incoherent words that left both of your lips.

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thatacotargirl · 1 year ago

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To the Ends of the Earth (2)

You asked for a part 2 to this, and part 2 you shall get!

Part 1 is here!

As always, inbox is open for requests for any ACOTAR characters.

Tagging @mybestfriendmademe for the kind request, thank you for your continued support angel 💖

Divider from the one and only @tsunami-of-tears! 💜

A Cassian x Reader Imagine

You wake with a groan. Your stomach was more settled and your head more calm, but a day full of agonising pain isn't the most conducive to a restful nights sleep. Rolling over, you are greeted by an empty bed.

It's hard not to feel a smidge of disappointment that Cassian didn't stay the night. You could have sworn that, last night, you'd heard him finally admit his feelings for you - the same feelings you'd harboured for countless years. Maybe your love wasn't as unrequited as you had once thought.

Dragging yourself up and out of bed, grateful to have not soiled your bedding once again, you head into the bathroom to freshen up and ready yourself for the day. The scent of Cassian still lingered on your clothes and it took everything in you to rip the shirt off your body and throw it in with the pile of dirty laundry.

Had Cassian really said that? Or had you dreamt it? Surely if Cassian really felt that way, he would have stayed? Or did he not realise you'd heard him? Did you hear him?!

You looked in the mirror and pouted at yourself. You were spiralling. Over a male, no less. Shaking off the thoughts, you got yourself washed and dressed, and headed to the dining room for breakfast.

Cassian and Azriel were already sat at the table, a bowl of porridge in front of them, chatting away. When you entered, both males fell silent.

"Good morning!" you called cheerily, setting yourself down at the table as the House placed a bowl of porridge in front of you.

"Morning, y/n. How are you feeling?", Azriel asked, shovelling another mouthful of porridge in mid-sentence.

"Better thanks, not 100% but better".

You glanced at Cassian, but he simply nodded into his porridge, avoiding eye contact with you. Huh?

"Thanks for you help, Cass", you offer him a smile - only to find it is met with indifference.

"Welcome", he replied, not even offering a glance up to you. You gaze over to Azriel, who simply shrugged, but you couldn't help noticing the small smirk he had on his face, and the sly nod he made in Cassian's direction. Cassian remained silent, finishing his breakfast faster than he has before, and left the table without Azriel, and without a goodbye.

"What was that about?!"

Azriel's smirk only grows bigger. He knows something, and I'd bet my right hand it has to do with Cassian taking care of me yesterday.

"Perhaps you should find out", Azriel offers, the smirk never leaving his lips.

Is that a challenge? I think it is. And if it's a challenge Cassian wants, it's a challenge he's going to get.

About an hour later, you find yourself heading up to the training ring atop the House of Wind. You have no intention of training today, still going through the throes of your cycle, but a little light stretching never hurt anyone. And, if you happen to be in the skimpiest pair of shorts you own, and the tightest sports bra barely holding you in, whilst Cassian is stood across the ring, that's just a coincidence - right?

Laying out your mat, you start some yoga poses, careful not to make eye contact with the Illyrian brothers sparring opposite you. Even without making eye contact, you can feel Cassian's gaze burning into your soul. You hear a sudden thump, and raise an eye to see Cassian sprawled on the mat, Azriel victorious on top of him.

"Distracted, brother?", Azriel asks mischievously. You have to hold back a giggle, carrying out another pose that you know makes everything stick out in all the right places. You hear Cassian huff, and watch discreetly as they start their sparring match again.

You stay for an hour, stretching out your muscles and working on some core balance, before rolling up your mat.

"Later boys", you call, throwing a wink in their direction. Azriel laughs, waving you off, but Cassian remains frozen solid - not daring to glance in your direction. It doesn't change the heady scent of arousal that wafts in your direction as you spin on your heels though, which takes on a distinct sandalwood tone, the same that had clung to your shirt last night.

Feeling pretty confident, based on Azriel's behaviour today and Cassian's response at the training ring, you decide to kick it up a notch.

You run yourself a bubble bath - which is realistically more bubbles than it is water - and settle yourself in. Cleaning off the sweat from your hour long yoga session, you wait patiently, listening for the distinctive heavy footsteps of the Illyrian General.

When you hear them walking down the hallway, you make your move.

"Is someone out there?", you call. You hear Cassian's footsteps stop outside your door.

"Y/n? All ok?", he calls back cautiously.

Carefully situating yourself so you are completely covered by the bubbles from the neck down, you smirk to yourself.

"Not really - I've got myself in a bit of a pickle and I can't reach it!".

You hear Cassian open your bedroom door and stifle your laugh when he pauses, clearly confused as to where you are.

"Can't reach what?"

"The shampoo, Cass. Give a girl a hand?"

You can almost hear his breathing from how deep it is in the adjoining room.

"Why can't you get it?"

"Why, because I'm all wet silly! Rhys won't be happy if I damage his floor by getting it soaked". You knew it was a bold-faced lie, the House would dry the floor instantly for you. He could correct you, he could tell you that the House would dry the floor, or that the House would even get the bottle for you if you asked it to. Or, he could walk in and give it to you. The choice was his.

You waited, almost giving up, before you saw the doorknob to the bathroom turning. Cassian walked into the room, hands over his eyes, as he reached out blindly to your shelves.

"This one?" he asks, holding up a body lotion.

"Nope"

"This one?" he asked, holding up a bottle of perfume.

"Cass, please just pass me my shampoo".

Cassian turns his back to you, making sure he can't see, before locating the shampoo and passing it to you without looking. You can see how hard his body is moving from his deep breathing.

"Thanks Cass".

"Yep, ok, good, welcome, is, um, is that all?"

He's flustered.

"Yes, thank you".

Then he ran, so fast he almost tripped on the carpet, out of the bathroom - your laughter following in his wake.

As evening approached, you began to get frustrated. You had spent the entire day taunting him, trying to get him to react, and the most you had got out of him was a blush.

You knew you weren't wrong - Cassian had some sort of feelings for you - and you wanted to know what they were. But, if he was going to play this hard to get, it was more than just a challenge you'd taken on - it was a damn suicide mission. You had to hit it in the one place he wouldn't be able to handle. You'd have to fight fire with fire.

As the Inner Circle gathered around the dinner table that night, exchanging stories of their day, your eyes fell to Azriel. He looked at you, confusion marring his face, until he saw your eyes glance over to Cassian, then back to him. His shadows, whirling around his face, filled him in on the rest of your plan; and Azriel smirked, leaning back in his chair.

Dinner was swiftly finished and everyone descended to the sofas in the main living room of the House, glasses of wine and whiskey in hand. You waited until Cassian was seated opposite Azriel, settled with his glass, before you made your move.

Sauntering up to Azriel, you gave him a smile, and sat down on his lap before taking a small sip of your wine. His legs moved, accommodating you, so you could lean against his chest. You didn't dare look up at Cassian, but you could feel the stares from the rest of your family, who were absolutely baffled about the scene unfolding in front of them.

"How about a drinking game?", you suggested, your voice cheeky and mischievous.

"Heck yeah!" Mor replied, "how about truth or dare? If you don't answer the truth or do the dare, you drink".

"Sounds great! Mor, you go first".

A few rounds went by and soon you were all in fits of laughter. Cassian had flown around the House of Wind entirely naked, Feyre had taken a shot of whiskey off of Rhysand's body, and Elain had admitted her crush on Lucien - much to everyone's whooping and excitement, and Elain's sheer mortification. Soon, it was Azriel's turn to ask you a question, and you saw the wicked gleam in his eye before he even opened his mouth.

"Y/n. I dare you to kiss me".

You gape at him, still seated in his lap. You can feel Cassian's gaze blaring at the back of your head as you turn to face Azriel. He winks at you knowingly, and you feel your confidence rising.

"Very well, I'm not one to turn down a dare".

You begin to slowly lean in to Azriel, eyes closed, before you are suddenly hoisted into the air. You open sharply, and realise you are staring down over Cassian's shoulder. You look up and see Azriel laughing on the sofa, Feyre in stitches on the floor, and Rhysand with a beaming smile on his face.

You stay silent as you let Cassian carry you up to his bedroom. He places you on the floor, his face red with fury.

"What the fuck was that about? Do you have feelings for Az?"

It was so comical, you couldn't help but laugh. Cassian stared at you absolutely bewildered.

"What's so funny?"

"He was doing it to wind you up, Cass; we were both in on it, I've been doing it all day".

"But why?"

You felt your own face flood red then, eyes on the floor as you fiddled with you hands.

"I heard you. Last night".

Cassian froze.

Several minutes went by in silence.

"Did ... did you mean it?"

Several more minutes went by before you dared to look up, your eyes meeting Cassian's. You saw the guarded look in them, his eyes searching yours. Clearly, they found what they were looking for, because his entire body softened.

"I meant every word of it".

You lunged at him, wrapping your legs around his waist and arms around his neck as he hoisted you up and into his chest. You both stayed like that, holding each other for some time. When you lifted your head from his shoulder, you noticed he was smiling, his eyes swimming with love and adoration. You felt a warmth in your heart that you'd never felt before, and clung to him tighter, resting your head back on his shoulder with a sigh.

"I'd go to the ends of the Earth for you too, Cass".

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