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charliegyrth · 4 months ago

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Mark Wears the Pants

A Weight Gain Story

I met Rob at the pool. I’d just finished my morning swim and he was walking out of the changing room.

I tell people that it was love at first sight, but that’s not really a thing. It was more… lust at first sight, you know?

Rob was exactly my type. He had shaggy blond hair and a long, lean face. His ears were slightly too big, but I found them very cute. He sort of had a swimmer’s body (like me), except his was just a tiny bit too skinny. I think that’s what really did it for me. Even though he had lean muscles all over his body, he looked underfed, like he needed a man to take care of him.

That’s exactly what I liked. Despite being pretty thin myself, I liked dominance. “Wearing the pants in a relationship,” so to speak. Muscly guys were hot, but they always had a bit too much swagger. I didn’t like that.

(I hope I don’t sound too picky. I just know what I like.)

I was going to take my shower, but I decided to stick around a little and watch Rob in the pool. He dove in beautifully, barely making a splash, but his swimming skills were… bad. Terrible, really. He didn’t know what he was doing. He did the breaststroke across the pool, never really settling on a rhythm, and stopped at the edge to catch his breath. He didn’t know how to time his breathing.

I watched him kick off and struggle to make it to the other side. It was obvious that he needed someone to help him, and I really wanted to be that someone.

I strutted over, sunlight drying my body, and crouched near him. “New at swimming, huh?”

He looked up at me, still catching his breath. His eyes glanced down at my bare chest before he met my eyes. “Is it that obvious?”

“I’m Mark.”

“Rob,” he said. “You, uh, swim here a lot, huh?”

“Every day. Maybe I can help you out a bit. You look like a natural swimmer. All you need to do is learn a rhythm.”

He smiled flirtatiously.

I stiffened a little in my trunks. He definitely noticed.

I got back in the pool and showed him all my moves. That meant I got to touch him all over as I showed him different positions in the water. He knew what I was doing, and he was definitely into it, too. His speedo didn’t lie.

By the end of our first swim lesson together, he was able to take several laps without gasping for air, we learned a little about each other, and we both decided to take things back to my place.

***

Rob and I went to the pool every evening that week. Afterwards, we’d have dinner at my place. He’d spend the night but leave in the early morning to get ready for work.

It didn’t take me long to realize that Rob and I were meant for each other.

He was a few years younger than me (23) and had always been “too skinny,” as he said. He had an anxious stomach, which meant he barely ate anything and almost never felt hungry. He was self-conscious of his body, so I always made sure to show him how beautiful he was, how every part of him deserved praise and attention.

Before that first day in the pool, he’d never really exercised and barely had any strength. He thought that swimming would be the best way to get healthier.

And with my help, that’s exactly what happened. Every day, he got stronger and more confident in the pool. Pretty soon, he was strong enough to race me. I always won, of course, but he got closer and closer to matching my time.

I felt so proud of him, especially because I knew that his improvements were because of me.

I also noticed that he was eating more at our dinners. All the time spent at the pool was finally giving him an appetite. Before, he looked a bit anxious at the dinner table. Now, we spent our meals talking and laughing.

After two months of seeing him every day, I invited him to move in with me. He was practically living at my place anyway. Rob was open to the idea, but because his apartment was bigger (and cheaper), we decided that I’d give up my place and move in with him.

That was a bit of an adjustment for me. I wore the pants in the relationship, and I didn’t want that to change by shifting things into his space instead of mine, but he had a point. His apartment was better.

***

Our dynamic started to change after I moved in. I was still in charge (making more money, choosing where we went in the evenings, topping him every night), but his newfound confidence had given him a more forceful personality.

It started with little things. Switching our roles in the bedroom sometimes. Pushing back against my plans. Surprising me with presents instead of the other way around.

I didn’t complain, because I still really liked him. And sex had actually gotten better.

But then he started beating me at the pool. I know it doesn’t sound like a big deal, but it was to me. I was the one teaching him, but now he was faster than me?

The first time he beat me, I thought it was a fluke. The second time, I actually got mad.

I’d always been the fastest swimmer I knew. I’d been swimming since high school. I know it sounds petty, but I started skipping some of our pool visits. I hated that he was showing me up.

And then, I noticed that his body was changing. He was still thin, but he’d packed on some muscle, especially in his chest and shoulders. His abs were more defined, too.

I was still bigger than him, but not by a lot.

Then one evening, while I was snacking on potato chips on the couch, Rob walked shirtless into the room. He was getting ready for the pool. “You joining me today?”

I wanted to. I really did. But when I looked up at him and saw his defined pecs, I knew that he was now officially bigger than me. He looked really hot (and I loved his new tan), but I couldn’t swim with him! He’d show me up again.

“Not today, babe. Thanks.”

“Seriously? You haven’t gone to the pool all week.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but he was right. It had been a week. Probably more. What was happening to me?

“Suit yourself,” he said as he slipped on his shirt. It was actually my shirt, and it clung tight to his broadened shoulders. He kissed my cheek. “Okay, Mark. I’ll pick us up Italian after I’m done.” Then he was gone.

I watched his muscular ass sway under his shorts as he left. He wasn’t wearing literal pants, but for the first time, I knew that Rob was the one wearing the pants in our relationship.

As that realization hit me, I shoved another handful of potato chips into my mouth.

***

I was so focused on Rob’s body that I didn’t realize my own body was changing until a few weeks later. We were in bed together. I felt wonderfully sore.

Rob curled up next to me and his hand lightly grazed my stomach. “I miss swimming with you, Mark.”

“I’ll start back up again,” I said.

He quirked his mouth to the side. He didn’t believe me. “I hope you’re not self-conscious.”

So he knew! He knew that I’d stopped swimming with him because I didn’t like how he was showing me up!

Then he said something that made me shudder. “A lot of chubby guys go to the pool. No one’ll judge you.”

Chubby guys?

What did he mean?

Then I felt him pinch my stomach. I looked down in horror, finally noticing the roll of flab that had formed under my belly button.

I was chubby! Now that I wasn’t swimming, I’d let myself go. While Rob was hardening with muscles, I was turning into a blob.

“Honestly, I think you look wonderful.” He let go of my stomach and slid his hand under the covers. I felt his fingers reach under my ass cheek and squeeze that, too. “More cushion for the pushin’, right?”

I wanted to jump out of bed and look at myself in the mirror. I wanted to scream, too. But instead, I just lay there, frozen, accepting the fact that my stomach and ass were now soft enough to squeeze.

***

In the middle of the night, I got out of bed, careful not to wake Rob up. I snuck into the bathroom and finally saw what I’d become.

I was flabby. My nipples were poking out and a roll of fat hung over my boxers. My arms and legs had lost their definition, and worst of all, my jawline had rounded out with the start of a double chin.

I didn’t look manly anymore. I looked… pampered. I looked like some fat, lazy guy who just sat around and let his boyfriend take care of him.

And honestly, that’s what I was. I’d lost all control of our relationship, and I needed to get it back.

I had to swim again. I had to push myself harder and faster than I ever had before. That way I could lose the fat, gain more muscle than Rob, and change our dynamic back to the way it was supposed to be.

The next morning, I cancelled my morning meetings and went to the pool alone. I was going to keep swimming until I physically couldn’t anymore. I’d be there for hours.

Unfortunately, I was only in the water for twenty minutes. My swim trunks felt uncomfortably tight. My stamina was gone. I used to enjoy swimming. Now, it felt like a struggle.

I got out of the pool, my head hanging in defeat, when I noticed three guys staring at me. Well, they were staring at my wobbling stomach.

I didn’t know their names, but I’d seen them at the pool a lot. They were regulars, like I used to be. One of them looked disgusted at my softer body. The other two just gave me pity.

I raced into the changing room, which caused me to jiggle even more, and had a complete breakdown.

I lost myself and didn’t know how to get back to the old me, the guy I was meant to be.

As I stripped off my straining trunks, I thought long and hard about what I was going to do. I loved Rob, but I wasn’t happy with what our relationship had turned into. And I definitely wasn’t happy that he’d gotten bigger and stronger than me.

That’s when I came to a realization: He wasn’t bigger than me. He’d grown more muscle, but I definitely outweighed him. I didn’t have to be soft and weak anymore. I could be soft and strong. What if I kept growing, if I tried to make myself bigger?

I imagined what I’d look like with twenty more pounds. Fifty. A hundred. It wasn't the body I’d expected to have, but the image turned me on.

I’ll always remember that moment in the changing room. That was when I decided that I was going to make myself enormous.

***

Instead of going to work, I called in sick for the rest of the day, loaded up on pizzas, and stayed at home stuffing myself. I ate more food that day than I ever had before. It was painful, but I loved it.

Before Rob came home, I dumped all the boxes in the trash and sprayed air freshener around the house.

When Rob came back after his evening swim, he brought home Chinese food for us to share. I felt like throwing up. I couldn’t possibly eat anything else.

I sat with him at the table, staring at the food and feeling my stomach throb.

“What’s wrong, Mark? Still feeling self-conscious?”

That gave me the motivation I needed. I pushed through the pain and ate two plates’ worth.

I didn’t push myself as hard after that. I’d gone way too far, and my stomach had gurgled all night.

I continued overeating, though. Pancakes or muffins every morning. Fast food for lunch. And a secret dinner while Rob swam before we ate our real dinner together.

I was proud of myself for how much I could get down, and extra proud that Rob had no idea what I was doing.

He never saw all the wrappers and take-out boxes, but he saw my body. He knew I was growing.

In the span of a month, my stomach went from soft rolls to a round gut. I developed a matching stretchmark on each side. My ass and hips expanded. My double chin grew.

I sort of sprouted moobs, but they weren’t what I’d expected. Rather than fleshy breasts, I developed a small glob of fat under each stretched-out nipple. Those were very noticeable in any shirt I wore, and the way they scratched against the fabric sent shivers through my body whenever I walked.

Rob didn’t directly mention my gains, but he still made comments.

“Maybe we should get you new pants.”

“Why don’t you sit on the couch? More room to spread out.”

“You look very comfortable today.”

My coworkers’ comments were much more direct. And unkind. Most of them had known me as a fit guy for years, so my rapid changes definitely freaked them out.

Whatever. I kinda liked the ridicule. In fact, I made a point of snacking in front of them just to see their faces. They just didn’t see what Rob saw.

Because Rob, despite his avoidance of the topic, showered me with affection. When we sat together, he always had at least one hand on my new belly. Sometimes rubbing it but mostly just feeling it. And when we were in bed together, he grabbed onto every part of me. He probably knew more about my folds and creases than I did.

As I kept growing, I started taking charge again. Rob was more than happy to let me. This happened in the bedroom, where we both loved my weight pressing down on him. But it happened in our normal lives, too. I picked out where we ate. I made the decisions and invited him to places. I surprised him with presents.

By the time I reached 240, there was no denying that in our relationship, I was the big guy wearing the pants while he’d gone back to being my smaller, doting boyfriend.

***

Then one evening, while Rob was at the pool, I sat on the couch with a tray of storebought lasagna in my lap. I was feeling pretty good about myself, proud of how fast I was able to shovel it in.

I was so caught up in chewing and swallowing, though, that I didn’t hear the rain outside.

Rob came home early and caught me! For months, I’d been able to binge in secret, but now he knew.

“Mark!” he said, acting surprisingly nonplussed. “Got rained out at the pool. That pre-dinner looks delicious.”

I gulped down the lasagna in my mouth. “Hi.”

“I assume you’ll still have room for our real dinner. We have reservations, remember?” (I was taking him to Senora Reina’s that night.)

“Uh…”

He sat next to me, draping his thick arm around my shoulder. His muscles hadn’t grown for the last couple months. (With swimming, there’s sort of a limit to how bulky you can get.) “Don’t look so embarrassed, Mark. I know about all your secret meals. I’m not an idiot.”

“But… How? I worked so hard to hide all the evidence.” The dumpster behind our house was constantly filled with all my empty boxes, and I knew he never looked back there.

“Not all the evidence,” he said, grabbing the bottom of my belly and jiggling it.

“And you didn’t say anything?”

“I thought it was hotter that way.” He kissed me, licking the tomato sauce from my lips.

“And, um, what do you think?”

He took the fork from my hand and scooped up a chunk of lasagna. “I think you’re big.” (He pressed the food against my lips and waited for me to take it. I did.) “And powerful.” (He fed me again.) “And so f*cking sexy.”

Why had I tried to gain in secret? All this time, I could’ve had Rob feeding me. This was so much better.

As he told me how handsome I was in a hundred different ways, he fed me bite after bite of the lasagna until the whole tray was empty. Then he kissed me, wiped the sauce off my face, and helped me stand up.

“You better start getting ready, Mark. Our dinner reservation is in thirty minutes.”

***

With Rob fully on board, my weight increased much faster than before. He fed me every night. He filled our nightstand with donuts so that he could surprise me with some sugar while I made love to him.

We even tried funnel feedings a few times, but that didn’t really work for us. Too messy, and I didn’t like how it gave Rob total control over me.

My most productive eating sessions, however, happened while Rob swam. I sat on a lounge chair by the pool, feasted on sandwiches or burgers, and watched my boyfriend race across the pool. I no longer felt jealous that he’d gotten so much faster than I'd ever been. I was proud of him, and proud of myself for teaching him everything he knew.

The other swimmers always gave me glares, but because Rob and I were loyal customers (and because Rob taught some swimming classes on the weekends), the owners never bothered me.

***

I’m 333 pounds now. A nice, lucky number. I need help dressing myself, but my mobility is more-or-less fine. I use the jacuzzi sometimes, enjoying the way the water pressure shoots ripples through my fat, but it’s been over a year since I swam. I probably still could. (God knows I’m buoyant enough.) But it’s Rob’s thing now, not mine.

Actually, Rob just got out of the pool, water dripping down his washboard abs. His wet, sun-bleached hair looks particularly golden. He smiles as he approaches me.

“Great job today!” I tell him.

“You, too!” He glances proudly at all the McDonalds wrappers on the lounge chair next to me. He leans over me, blocking out the sun, and we kiss. “Up?” he asks.

“Yes, please.”

He grabs me by the upper arms and pulls me into a sitting position. The bottom of my gut slaps loudly against my thighs. (Love that sound.)

Then, with a grunt from both of us, he pulls me to my feet.

“Beautiful day, huh?” I ask.

He takes a long look at what I’ve become. My tanned, sagging gut. My poky chest. My round, smiling face. “Beautiful,” he whispers.

Then we walk together to the changing room. Thankfully (and surprisingly), the stalls are big enough to fit us both.

I watch him change first. He strips off his speedo, giving me one last look at his small yet muscular body. Then he slips on a tank top and shorts.

Now it’s my turn. Even though I never go swimming, I always dress for the pool. (Mostly because it gives us an excuse to share the changing room.) He helps me pull down my own dry trunks. Then he slides on my underwear, playfully letting the tight fabric snap against me.

And he guides my feet into the legs of my 4XL jeans. He takes so much joy in feeling my wide, dimpled hips as he pulls up my jeans. I lift my belly so he can button them at the waist. He struggles.

“Looks like we need to go shopping again,” I say.

“Ooh! Can we?” He loves when I take him to the mall.

You know, it’s funny. I’ve gotten so fat that I can’t even put on my own pants without Rob’s help. But even with the added difficulty that my new body brings, I’m still wearing the pants in the relationship.

The End.

As always, thanks for reading!

This story will always hold a special place in my heart. It was inspired by a suggestion from the very first reader to reach out to me on Tumblr. He deleted his profile like a week later. Not sure how to interpret that. (But if you're out there somewhere, thanks for all the kind messages.)

If anyone else has a scenario or idea that they want me to write about, please reach out. I'd love to hear from you.

You can find all my stories here. And if you're interested, I included Mark Wears the Pants as the bonus story in my ebook Go with the Flow. It's about a surfer who gets very, very fat.

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bloomzone · 5 months ago

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Wonyoung : Inspired Full Workout Routine

If you’ve ever admired Jang Wonyoung’s long, toned figure and effortless stage presence, you’re not alone cuz same . As one of the most well-known K-pop idols, she maintains a lean yet strong physique while performing intense choreography and balancing a busy schedule. While Wonyoung hasn’t publicly shared her full workout routine, we can get a good idea of what she likely does by looking at the types of training that help idols stay fit in some shows

This workout is inspired by a mix of dance, strength training, and flexibility exercises focusing on toning the body while keeping things light and graceful. If you want to flexibility ... this routine will help you build endurance, improve posture, and tone your body without gaining excessive muscle !

first here are two workout video u can start with:

first | second

ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ ꪆ୧ Warm-up (10 minutes) – wake up ur body!

Before getting into the main workout, a proper warm-up is essential to prevent injuries and improve performance. This warm-up gets your blood flowing and preps your muscles for movement.

1. Jumping Jacks (2 minutes)

Start with classic jumping jacks to get your heart rate up.

Move your arms fully overhead for a full-body effect.

2. Dynamic Stretching (5 minutes)

Leg Swings – Hold onto a chair or wall and swing one leg forward and backward (10 reps each leg).

Arm Circles – Extend your arms to the sides and make small circles, gradually increasing their size.

Hip Rotations – Rotate your hips in circular motions (30 seconds in each direction).

3. High Knees (1 minute)

March or jog in place while bringing your knees as high as possible.

Engage your core for better balance and coordination.

4. Torso Twists (2 minutes)

Stand with feet slightly apart and twist your torso left and right.

This helps loosen up your spine and waist.

ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ ꪆ୧ Cardio & Dance (20 minutes)

Dance is one of the best full-body workouts, and since Wonyoung is constantly performing, we can assume dance training is a big part of her fitness routine. This section will help improve stamina, coordination, and agility.

1. Dance Routine (15 minutes)

Pick a K-pop choreography ( anti fragile by lesserafim or super shy by nwjns are great choices as a start 💀 ).

Focus on full-body engagement, precise movements, and fluidity.

Repeat the chorus multiple times to increase endurance.

2. Jump Rope (5 minutes)

Grab a jump rope and go for steady jumps to burn calories and improve footwork.

If you don’t have a rope, mimic the movement in place.

ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ ꪆ୧ Strength Training (25 minutes)

Wonyoung has a slim yet toned body, which suggests she does low-impact strength exercises that emphasize definition rather than muscle bulk.

1. Squats (4 sets of 15 reps)

Stand with feet shoulder-width apart and squat down as if sitting in a chair.

Engage your core and push through your heels.

2. Lunges (3 sets of 12 reps per leg)

Step forward into a deep lunge, making sure your knee doesn’t go past your toes.

This helps tone your thighs and improve balance.

3. Push-ups (3 sets of 10-15 reps)

Keep your core tight and lower your body in a controlled motion.

Modify with knee push-ups if needed.

4. Plank (3 sets, hold for 30 seconds to 1 minute)

Keep your body straight and avoid letting your hips drop.

This strengthens your core and improves posture.

5. Leg Raises (3 sets of 15 reps)

Lie on your back and raise your legs without touching the ground.

Engage your abs to keep your movements controlled.

6. Bicep Curls (3 sets of 12 reps)

Use light dumbbells or water bottles.

Slowly lift and lower your arms for a controlled workout.

ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ ꪆ୧ Flexibility & Cool-down (10 minutes)

Idols like Wonyoung need flexibility for fluid dance movements. Stretching helps prevent stiffness and promotes long, lean muscles.

1. Standing Hamstring Stretch (1 minute per leg)

Extend one leg forward with your heel on the ground and lean in.

2. Quadriceps Stretch (1 minute per leg)

Grab your ankle and pull it toward your glutes for a deep stretch.

3. Hip Flexor Stretch (1 minute per leg)

Step forward into a lunge and push your hips forward.

4. Upper Back & Shoulder Stretch (1 minute per side)

Interlace your fingers and push your hands forward to round your back.

5. Cobra Stretch (1 minute)

Lie on your stomach and push your upper body up with your hands.

6. Child’s Pose (2 minutes)

Sit back on your heels with arms extended forward for full-body relaxation.

ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ ꪆ୧Final Tips for wonyoung fitness routine

Hydration is key! Drink water throughout your workout.

Don’t overtrain. Wonyoung’s routine likely includes proper rest days.

Consistency is everything. Do this workout 3-4 times a week.

Pair it with a balanced diet. Nourish your body with protein and healthy carbs.

@bloomzone !🍀

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heartofa-poet · 2 months ago

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NESTA’S DAYDREAM

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46449832

A ‘what if’ take on Nesta’s fantasy about having BOTH Cass and Az that was cut (supposedly) from A Court of Silver flames - basically pure smut with a bat boy threesome

Word count 6.3k

!MDNI! - heavy smut, slight angst, threesome

More works on my Ao3 (linked above)!!!

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The clash of steel on steel echoed around the wide, open space, fighting for Nesta's attention. Morning sunlight glanced off of heavy blades that seemed to glow with some inner fire, fuelled by the mighty warriors who wielded them. It had become a sort of routine, watching them spar. Every morning, Nesta would make her way to the training ring to find Cassian and Azriel already waiting. She would start warming up, loosening her sore muscles and trying very, very hard not to let her mind wander into filthy territory. The two warriors would spar for any time between ten minutes and half an hour before the Shadowsinger excused himself, clearly having other duties to fulfil. Leaving Nesta alone with a very sweaty Cassian and a gruelling session ahead of her that would require her complete and utter focus. She had also found that on some mornings, it was more difficult to stop the onslaught of filth that filled every corner of her brain than it was on others.

Unfortunately for her, this morning was turning out to be particularly brain addling.

The duo moved in such a way that she could feel her mouth going dry, her pulse pounding under her skin in a way that had nothing to do with the basic exercises she was running through as a warm up. Both of them had forgone shirts due to the unseasonably warm morning, and the chiseled shapes of their muscled torsos gleamed with a fine coating of sweat. Cassian was bulkier, an unstoppable force of such power and might as he swung his blade downward towards the leaner form of the Spymaster. Nesta's breath caught in her throat as the razor sharp edge seemed a hairs breadth away from felling the general's opponent, but a swift sidestep had Azriel quickly gaining the upper hand. Only the faint ruffling of his dark hair from the force with which Cassian had brought the sword down showed any indication of the fact that Azriel had been moments away from being skewered.

If Cassian was the fiery strength and the fury of a thousand armies, Azriel was the cold, calculating swiftness of an agent of death itself. Nesta had believed Cassian to be the stronger opponent, but Azriel was quick as hell, and fought dirty. Perhaps, as a spy, Azriel had no time for honour, just a competitive need to win, Nesta mused.

Cassian swore as Azriel tripped him, falling backwards and yet still managing to block the vicious swipe of the shadowsinger's blade. A single manoeuvre later, and Cassian was back on his feet, using his strength to overpower Azriel's swift strikes.

Perhaps it was the warm weather, or more likely the two males before her, which set Nesta's blood on fire. She watched intently, marking every gasp for breath, every flex of muscle, every taunting remark.

Really, who could blame her for relinquishing the fight and allowing the tide of filth to rush into her thoughts.

Her mind conjured up images that had her flushing, muscles low in her stomach clenching at what she imagined.

She was pressed up against the dining table, Azriel behind her as he ground himself slowly against her ass, causing the wood to bite into the top of her thighs. Her breath hitched as the Shadowsinger's mutilated hands drew torturous lines up the inside of her thighs, branding her even through the fabric of her trousers, inching steadily towards the place where she needed him most.

Rough hands grasped her chin, strong yet tender as her attention was drawn to Cassian leaning against the table beside her. Hunger had darkened his eyes as he watched Nesta squirm, such blazing ferocity filling his gaze. She breathed out another moan as Azriel's hands brushed her, so tantalisingly close to her core, and Cassian stilled, the noise activating some predatory instinct inside him. Nesta's half lidded gaze traveled slowly down his body, her eyes eventually coming to rest on the bulge straining at his pants, evidence of how turned on he was seeing her writhe against his friend. Another wave of heat coursed through Nesta's blood as an unquenchable desire to touch him, taste him, feel him, overrode any sense of rational thought that had clung on through the torturous touches of the male behind her.

'Cassian.'

His name was a barely audible plea on her tongue, but he heard it.

He always heard her.

It took single moment for her to be sandwiched between the two males, held upright by Azriel at her back and Cassian before her, looking so godsdamned beautiful she thought her knees would buckle. She turned her face up towards Cassian, a silent demand for more even as she writhed against the impressive length of Azriel pressing into her from the back.

His lips met hers with such ferocity she thought she would be undone then and there. He tasted like heavenly fire, branding her tongue with his own, and she threaded her hands through his silken hair, tugging sharply to elicit a guttural groan. Just as she thought the assault to her senses would overwhelm her, she felt Azriel's hand begin to roam over her body, his mouth coming to rest at the soft point between her neck and collarbone as he continued his languid strokes, teasing her as Cassian's mouth moved to-

"You alright there Nes?"

The voice brought her snapping back to reality, no heat lacing it as it had in her daydreams, just barely restrained amusement.

Nesta's clothes felt too tight, and her skin was too hot.

She noticed the the two males had stopped their sparring, and were both looking at her, different expressions gracing their features. Azriel's beautiful face was painted with slight confusion, but also subtle amusement as his eyes flicked between Nesta and Cassian. Shadows curled against his ear, whispering their secrets as he sniffed the air delicately. His gaze remained on Nesta, head cocked slightly with knowing.

Cassian's face, the bastard, was blazing with wicked delight, lips twisted into a knowing smirk as he surveyed Nesta's flushed face.

"What were you thinking about over there?"

If she had thought the prick couldn't smile any wider, she was wrong. Cassian's amusement just seemed to double as Nesta hissed at him, eyes full of ire.

"Mind your own fucking business."

Cauldron damn her, his laugh grated at her nerves. Embarrassment at being caught filled her with irritation and the sticky heat wasn't helping. Not to mention Cassian looked like there was no way in all of hell's fiery pits he was going to let her get away with being caught with her mind in such a filthy place.

Nesta mentally shook herself, and levelled as much disdain as she could muster into the gaze she sent toward the Illyrian prick in front of her. They remained trapped in some kind of dominance battle, a stupid staring contest of all things, as neither of them were willing to back down from the challenge.

It was only the subtle clearing of a throat that had Cassian breaking eye contact. A triumphant smile twisted Nesta's lips, even as she too turned her attention towards the source of the sound.

Azriel was at the edge of the ring, sheathing his sword as he collected his discarded shirt. Nesta couldn't help but admire the leaner curve of his body, the taught, sweaty muscles that contained so much violent killing power. He truly was beautiful, the ice to Cassian's fire, and there was no way she was going to pass up the opportunity to study the reclusive spymaster. His mysterious and quiet demeanour had always intrigued Nesta, and if it wasn't for the still smirking brute standing a few feet away from her, she would have readily taken the cold faced male to bed.

Not to mention she often wondered what exactly those shadows of his could do.

Azriel cleared his throat again, and his words rang out clearly, despite the softness with which he spoke. His voice reminded Nesta of cold satin sheets and the darkness that masked the sins of the night. He really did have a bedroom voice, one that spoke of candlelight and shadows, which was awfully unfair to Nesta considering she needed to focus.

"If you two don't mind, I have other matters to attend to. Thank you for the training. I may see you at dinner, though I haven't yet decided if I will be present."

He was always so unfailingly polite. He smiled slightly at Nesta, before levelling a look at his friend that Nesta had no hope of deciphering. Cassian seemed to understand it well enough though, because he let out a disgruntled snort and waved Azriel away, dismissing him. The Shadowsinger just cooly raised a dark eyebrow, amusement dancing in his eyes at Cassian's display of petulance. The expression was almost enough for Nesta to again indulge in her fantasies as Azriel left, moving with the silence of a wraith.

But, before she could let her mind wander, Cassian was drawling at her.

"Just you and me now Nes. Now that the lovely Azriel has left us, would you care to share what, exactly, graced your thoughts as you practically drooled over us earlier?"

Nesta ignored him. His taunting washed over her and was shoved to the back of her head as she grounded herself in the mindset she adopted when training.

She raised her fists, subconsciously correcting their position as she had been taught, and threw the first punch at the waiting pads that Cassian held. He was still smirking.

Like hell was she going to give him the satisfaction of admitting to her filthy thoughts.

Nesta still ached as she slumped down into the chair at the head of the table, and she almost groaned with pleasure as a hot meal of meats, potatoes and vegetables, all slathered in gravy, appeared in front of her, accompanied with a thick slice of rich chocolate fudge cake. She had cleaned up after work in the library, her shirt covered in dust and ancient mothballs. Lugging around a heavy book cart for six hours had left her bone tired, ready to fall into bed after a quick meal in her rooms, but the House had forced her to come to the dining table instead.

She couldn't really complain though as she started on the delicious plate of food in front of her.

"Thank you," she muttered to the ceiling, swallowing her first bite and quickly moving on to her second.

A night soft chuckle stroked at her ears, and Nesta lifted her head to determine its source, her fork forgotten halfway to her mouth.

Azriel was seated halfway down the table, a stack of papers surrounding him and a plate of untouched food balanced atop a heavy book. A single scarred finger was tracing the black loops of ink marking the paper in front of him, which he had returned to reading. He seemed to sense Nesta's attention though, or perhaps the shadow curled around his ear told him, as he left his reading and raised his head to meet her gaze.

Curiosity filled his hazel eyes, and though he smiled at her, his features remained as cold as the silver fire she sometimes felt prowling underneath her skin.

Nesta just angled her head, her stare challenging him to ask whatever was piquing his interest.

At her blatant challenge, she won a chuckle from the mouth of the Shadowsinger. A subtle delight coiled itself around her stomach at the feat. She doubted many people made the male she shared the table with laugh very often.

"Do you often talk to nothing, Nesta Archeron?"

Her face flushed as she realised he had witnessed her gratitude towards the house, but she held her chin higher at the amusement within the question.

"I was talking to the House. Do you not talk to it? I'm certain it is sentient, though I have no idea how."

Azriel gazed up at the ceiling just as Nesta had moments before, eyes scanning as if searching for some kind of proof of the House's sentience. Nesta blatantly took the time to admire the sharp edge of his jawline and the strong column of his throat. She quickly dropped her gaze back to her food as he turned his attention back to her.

"I've never heard of the House being... aware of what goes on inside it. I fear I may have possibly-"

He cleared his throat, a bashful look on his face. It was the most human expression Nesta had ever seen him wear.

"Possibly insulted the House with the, uh, things I have done here."

She grinned at the admission, delighted at the embarrassment that Azriel wore, but also his easiness around her to admit such a thing.

"Well, Shadowsinger, I'm sure the House doesn't mind that much. After all, I have discovered that it has a penchant for particularly smutty novels."

He laughed out loud at that, a full baritone sound that rang sonorously through the air.

"I'm sure if I have offended it, it is much more upset with Cassian. You should hear about the things that he has done in all the places of this House."

Nesta didn't miss the wicked glint in Azriel's eyes. She found herself grinning with barely contained delight.

"What things have I done in this House, brother?"

Cassian's amused voice sent an unwelcome flush of heat through her body, which Nesta quickly clamped down on. He pulled out the chair beside her, a plate of food also appearing in front of him.

"What's Azriel been filling your head with Nes? Has he been soiling my honourable reputation?"

"You mean your reputation as a rogue and a harlot?" She said sweetly.

Cassian grabbed his chest with mock horror, a hand going to his mouth.

"You wound me with your cruel words my fine lady. How dare you insinuate such atrocities."

Despite everything, Nesta found herself smiling. Perhaps it was the mirrored amusement on Azriel's face, or the dramatic hand gestures that Cassian was using, but she was unable to stop the wide grin from splitting her face in two.

"You look beautiful when you smile Nes."

Cassian was looking at her with something close to awe, and an uncomfortable feeling coiled in her gut. It was enough for her to adopt her familiar scowl and roll her eyes at him.

"And you look like an overgrown bat who can't help but drool at the slightest bit of warmth from a female."

Azriel laughed loudly, but quickly muffled it with a hand when Cassian glared at him.

"I don't think you're one to talk about drooling Nes. It was only this morning when I caught you staring at Az and I whilst we sparred."

He snickered.

"And by the clear change in your scent, I think it was pretty obvious where your mind went."

He tapped her head.

"Too much smut. It rots the brain."

Nesta's nostrils flared at the amusement in Cassian's voice. All signs of her previous grin had been utterly wiped away, and only the scowl remained. She was still getting used to the primal behaviours of the Fae, and had forgotten that the males in her company would be able to scent when her mind took a filthy turn.

"Care to share with us where your thoughts went to earlier, Nes?."

And because he had well and truly pissed her off, because of his previous comment about her reading habits, because she knew it would get a reaction out of him, because she damn well could, Nesta answered him.

"I was thinking about getting fucked by Azriel."

From down the table, the Shadowsinger choked on his wine, alarm and something else gracing his features.

She smirked at Cassian, but it faded as she took in his heated expression. The fire in his eyes, the lazy smile on his lips.

"You want to get fucked by Azriel, Nes? Have you thought about him, late at night, imagined his fingers in place of your own as you bring yourself to the edge?"

Nesta glanced again towards Azriel, worried about how he would react to Cassian's insinuations. But the Spymaster of the Night Court just looked curious. As if he too wondered about the answer to the question Cassian had posed.

Fuck. She was well and truly fucked.

Her breath felt heavy in her lungs, not quite leaving as smoothly as it normally did. Nesta flicked her gaze back to Cassian's burning eyes and felt her breath hitch again.

He noticed that.

He always noticed.

So softly, barely restrained fire lacing his tone, he asked her again, "What were you actually thinking about earlier?"

Nesta's control slipped, and she yielded an inch.

"I was thinking about having the both of you in my bed. What it would feel like to be worshipped by two males like you."

The heat in the room was palpable and a musty scent forced its way into Nesta's nostrils. Evidence of Cassian's arousal. He had leaned in, and Nesta had blindly echoed the movement, so that their noses were almost touching.

His voice was guttural. "That is awfully greedy of you Nes. Wanting us both at the same time. And I'm not often inclined to share."

"I don't think I should be allowing this."

Azriel and his silken bedroom voice could go fuck himself. Or better, fuck her. He hadn't cared much for his chaperone duties before this moment, and she wasn't about to let him get in the way now.

"You're a shit chaperone anyway Az, let us have our fun."

It appeared Cassian echoed her sentiment.

But Azriel just cocked his head, nostrils flaring delicately as he scented the arousal coming off of both Nesta and Cassian. It was then that Nesta noticed the spark of desire in his gaze. Something born of curiosity, something that she very much wanted him to act on, knowing that he likely had too much self restraint to do so without proper... encouragement.

She turned back to Cassian, and he had already read the meaning in her gaze.

"You two enjoy yourselves."

Azriel was halfway to the door before he was stopped by Nesta's gasp.

Cassian had pulled her into his lap, and she was already writhing against him, needing the friction between them as her need threatened to overtake her.

"You could enjoy yourself with us."

An invitation. She'd barely been able to speak the words as Cassian had suckled onto the sensitive spot under her ear, but she spoke them.

Azriel stalked towards her, feet silent and shadows writhing in time with her movements against Cassian.

His face was inches from hers in an instant, his warm breath mingling with her own gasps as she scanned his gaze.

"I don't think you could handle the both of us, Nesta Archeron."

And cauldron damn him and his silken voice, increasing her arousal as she held his gaze. Beheld the challenge there. And because she was so overcome with want, because she was Nesta Archeron, who never backed down from a challenge, she snaked her hand out and palmed his crotch, the whispered words already on her lips.

"Try me."

At her words, something shifted, an understanding passing between the two males as she was hauled out of Cassian's lap. She moaned in frustration at the lack of friction before immediately renewing her writhing as she was deposited into Azriel's lap, the male having sat himself in a seat. Her back was pressed flush against his chest, and she could feel the enormous length of him harden as she writhed, a hiss escaping harshly from the gap between his lips and tickling the base of her neck.

FuckFuckFuckFuck.

Nesta moaned again as Azriel's hands began to explore her body, palming her breasts and dipping beneath the waistline of her pants, before moving on and leaving her well and truly frustrated. Eventually, after he had deemed his exploration complete, Azriel relented to her breathy pleas and plunged his hand into her pants, his fingers going right where she wanted him. His other hand held her hip in an almost possessive way, pushing her down against his hardness.

The first stroke set her on fire, but the second had her almost losing her mind. He plunged two long fingers into her without warning, filling her in a way she didn't think was possible.

How the fuck am I going to be able to take him.

She threw her head back as she continued fucking herself down on his hand, moans readily flying from her parted lips.

She found herself eye level with Cassian's crotch. With the very hard bulge that strained towards her, begging to be released from his pants. Realisation hit her, and she moaned as the need for more coursed through her body. She moaned again as Cassian removed his cock, the head flushed and pre-cum dribbling down his tip.

"Time to put that snarky mouth of yours to better use, Nes."

Her tongue darted out, and she licked away the liquid that had pooled at his tip, savouring the salty taste and the flash of pleasure that tightened his features.

Gods, she could watch his face for hours.

She leaned forward again hungrily, already eager to take him, when a cool sensation wrapped itself around her neck, squeezing like a hand.

"Not so fast, Nesta."

She looked down at the hand in her pants, the hand cupping her breast, and realised with a rush that it was in fact, not Azriel's hand that wrapped around her neck, choking her gently to fuel her pleasure. It was in fact one of his shadows, solidified enough to feel like more than a cold brush of wind. She moaned at the sensation as it squeezed again.

So that's what else his shadows can do.

Azriel renewed his pace, plunging his fingers inside her and sometimes pulling out to circle her clit, and Cassian pushed his cock into her mouth, moaning in pure animalistic pleasure as she sucked him hard. The pace that the two males set was brutal, and Nesta quickly felt her completion coming close. She was aided by the shadow around her neck, that choked her every time she broke eye contact with Cassian, who fucked her mouth like it was made of pure heaven. Whenever she closed her eyes, pleasure overtaking her senses, the shadow would squeeze, forcing her eyes to snap open and again lock with Cassian's.

She was very quickly brought over the edge by the two males, both of them working her into pure bliss. As she clenched around Azriel's scarred fingers, her orgasm ripping through her, she heard Cassian shout, and thick spurts ran down her throat as he finished inside her mouth.

Nesta swallowed everything she was given as if she was a starving man and a delicious meal had been placed in front of her.

She lent back into Azriel, Cassian's cock falling from her mouth, coated in saliva and cum. She was spent already, the aftermath of her orgasm causing her legs to shake.

"Fuck."

Cassian was leant back in the chair he had previously vacated, his face contorted in pure pleasure. Nesta made to stand up, but strong hands held her down, Azriel's lips brushing the shell of her ear.

"Where would you like me, Nesta?"

Her need immediately made itself known again, despite the wave of pleasure that had already ravaged her senses.

"Do you think your throat can handle another cock so soon?"

Nesta moaned in answer, words still failing her, but hoping that the shadowsinger understood what she meant.

He lifted her onto the table and her legs spread of their own accord, eager for more.

But it was Cassian that stepped between her, mouth lowered and already teasing her clit with his hot breath.

"You smell exquisite."

A numbed plea tumbled from Nesta's lips. She needed his mouth, his tongue, in between her folds, on her clit, tearing her apart and building her back up again. Cassian obliged, lowering his mouth to her, but Nesta never actually saw his tongue make its first movement, though she felt the fiery wave of pleasure. Instead, Azriel gripped her jaw, turning her gaze to what awaited her.

Fuck. She knew Cassian was big, but Azriel was truly something to behold. A whiny moan escaped her, borne out of a slight fear that electrified her very bones.

Her mouth opened in another moan as Cassian bit down on her clit, and Azriel took the opportunity to force himself inside her mouth and down her throat. He didn't stop, even as Nesta gagged around him, tears springing from her eyes, he didn't stop until her nose brushed the hair at his base. He pulled out and fucked her mouth again, pulling her hair as he thrusted. Everything came with a slight edge of pain as Cassian continued to work wonders between her legs, Azriel brutally fucking her mouth.

"You look so fucking beautiful with my cock in your mouth and tears streaming down your face."

Gods, Nesta loved this.

Her jaw was aching with the brutal fucking Azriel was inflicting on her, but the last thing she wanted was for him to stop. Her release shattered through her again as Cassian pumped his fingers in time with his tongue, causing Nesta to bite down slightly on Azriel as her eyes rolled back into her head.

He came completely undone, ramming the tip of his cock over and over again against the back of Nesta's throat whilst her hand worked the parts she couldn't fit in her mouth. His groan was almost a snarl as he came, the grip on her hair that he had tightening. Nesta gazed up, her vision blurry with tears, and watched as his head reared back, eyes rolling and pleasure contorting his features. His hair was pushed away from his face, revealing the jawline she had admired earlier clenched tight enough to snap. Sweat was a sheen on his skin, and veins pulsed in his neck as his continued fucking her mouth through his pleasure.

She finished again at the sight, helped by Cassian still touching her oversensitive clit.

The noise of gasping breaths and mumbled curses filled the room as Nesta lay sprawled at the edge of the table, stars still dancing in her vision as she tried to catch her breath again.

Her cunt was aching with the need to be filled. She felt empty, and wanted to indulge in the initial fantasy she had imagined when she first saw them spar. Azriel pounding into her from behind whilst she took Cassian in her mouth, the two of them fucking her at a brutal pace. Her jaw ached, but she was already in need of Cassian, in need of the addictive taste of him filling her senses.

"She looks like such a fucking slut, sprawled out on the table with cum leaking from her mouth."

Nesta moaned unintentionally, Azriel's utterly filthy words having an obvious effect on her.

"I want you both to fuck me. At the same time."

She had their attention now. Two pairs of lust addled hazel eyes stared intently down at her, dark with desire.

"Can you take us both, Nes?"

She nodded quickly, Cassian's question leaving no room for doubt in her mind. Gods, she wanted them so badly. More than anything she'd ever wanted before.

Cassian's eyes flashed with approval.

"That's my good girl."

She was sat up fully on the edge of the table now. Staring at the two exquisite males before her, cocks hard and glistening, she wanted nothing more than for them to make her scream. Loud enough for all of Velaris to hear. Loud enough to shake the mountains.

She voiced those very thoughts, and was rewarded with wicked grins, feral with purely male delight.

Cassian lifted her down gently, hands roaming, and then cupped her face.

"You're doing so well Nes. Do you think you can go a few more rounds?"

Nesta nodded again, but a brief thought flashed through her head, even as the press of Azriel at her back erased any rational sense.

"Can we go somewhere a little more comfortable? I'm fairly certain there are splinters in my ass from the fucking table."

Cassian grinned.

Shadow travel was decidedly not something Nesta enjoyed. However the unpleasant sensation was quickly forgotten as she assessed where Azriel had taken the three of them. Her chambers were warm, and the bed seemed very inviting. Perhaps made even more inviting by the hastily clothed males on either side of where she stood, still hard and ready to fuck her.

However, despite the feral need that sang through her very blood, Nesta wanted to make the males wait. She wanted to maintain some illusion of control before it was shattered by them fucking her out of her mind.

She stepped towards the bed, ignoring them completely as she peeled off her clothes. Slowly, so godsdamned slowly, she removed her shirt, enjoying the attention as both of their gazes zeroed in on her bare back. She had yet to take off her shirt, having kept it mostly on in the dining room, and she knew exactly where the attentive stares of Cassian and Azriel would land when she turned around.

Nesta was right, of course. Both gazed hungrily at her breasts, hot lust branding their features as she cocked her head to the side after turning around. The curtain of her unbound golden brown hair slid over her shoulders, sensually shifting like the touch of a lover. She marked the intent with which they tracked each movement, each breath, that she made. Nesta almost couldn't believe it. Before her stood two of the deadliest Illyrians in history, shirtless and hard as fuck, pants mostly unbuttoned and eyes filled with such roaring lust as they looked at her. Their control was close to slipping. She could tell by the way they stood, still as carved statues, only their eyes tracking her breathing. They were barely restraining themselves, yet the self control still lingered.

That wouldn't do at all. Nesta wanted them completely undone, as they had been minutes before in the dining room.

She met their stares, smirking.

"Time to play."

Azriel was on her in an instant, pushing her onto the bed and settling his weight above her. Cassian moved slower, coming to a stop around the other side of the bed, cock already out as he pumped himself slowly. Nesta wanted him in her mouth again, and as she met his eyes, her own control slipped.

"Please." A breathy, barely audible request, but he heard it. He smiled at her plea.

"Are you really begging for our cocks, Nes? I recall you swearing that you never begged, and yet here you are on your hands and knees, completely naked and utterly at our mercy. I don't think I've ever seen a prettier sight."

"You talk too much. I'd rather hear a different set of sounds come out of your mouth."

He grinned again, and without breaking eye contact, he pushed himself between her parted lips. Pleasure contorted his features as he bit back a curse, his hand already tightening in her hair.

It was at that moment that Azriel pushed himself into Nesta from behind, and she moaned loudly around Cassian's cock.

Azriel grunted as he pushed himself deeper, barely giving Nesta time to adjust as he forced himself to the hilt. A string of filthy curses left his mouth, and Nesta felt his hands tighten at her hips as he settled inside her.

Gods, she was so full. This was the sensation she had been craving for a while now, and she clenched around Azriel as her arousal overtook everything she knew. He swore, low and soft at her tightness, and pulled out almost to the tip.

"How do you like it?"

Nesta knew what she wanted, but was conveniently unable to answer due to her mouth already being occupied. Luckily, Cassian answered for her, tipping her face upwards as his thrusts became deeper.

"She likes it hard. Hard enough to hurt."

"Then she'll get it hard."

Azriel slammed back into her aching core before the words had fully left his mouth, and Nesta's vision shattered. She screamed around Cassian as pure waves of pleasure overtook her, but the sound was quickly cut off into a choking, spluttering noise as Cassian matched his friend's pace from the front.

As the two males fucked her hard enough to see stars, Nesta gave in to the pleasure. This was what it felt like to be worshipped by two of the greatest males in Prythian's history. This is what it felt like to be fucked senseless.

Cauldron damn her, she loved every second of it.

She loved the feeling of Azriel pounding into her from behind, curses echoing as he indulged in her dripping cunt. She loved the pleasure that tightened Cassian's face as her moans sent vibrations running up his cock, causing him to throw his head back and roar.

Most of all she loved how utterly filthy the scene must have looked.

Her release built inside of her, a shimmering wave of leg shaking pleasure that coiled up the base of her spine. Every sensation threatened to be her undoing, and her whole body felt like it was on fire.

As Cassian yanked her hair back to reach the back of her throat, Azriel dipped a hand between her legs and aggressively attacked her clit. Nesta screamed as she came, pure bliss coating every layer of the sound.

Cassian was quick to follow, his thrusts becoming short and sloppy as he emptied himself into her mouth, roaring in pleasure. The clench of her inner muscles as her orgasm shattered through her also drew a barked curse from Azriel, and she felt the thick ropes of his cum coating her insides. The duo continued to fuck her through their respective releases, riding out the waves of pleasure and drawing out their orgasms for as long as possible. Distantly, she felt them pull out, letting her slump against the bedsheets.

Nesta's vision was white and shattered, and her hearing had completely disappeared, leaving only a loud ringing in her ears.

Eventually, she came back into her own body, and noted the sensations that continued to assault her senses. Azriel's cum had poured out of her and coated the inside of her thighs, the sticky sensation far from unpleasant. She had mostly swallowed Cassian's, but a little had dribbled out the corner of her mouth, which she ran two fingers through before licking the remnants clean. Her head was spinning and her legs still shook with the aftermath of the intense pleasure that had been bestowed on her.

As the pleasure began to fade at the edges, the ache in her jaw, in her throat and in-between her legs became more apparent. She groaned and rolled onto her back, flinging an arm across her face as her chest still rose and fell rapidly, her pulse hammering away.

A throat cleared, and Azriel spoke, his voice hoarse from excessive moaning.

"I may see you two at training tomorrow. Goodnight. Oh, and Nesta? Thanks for the fuck."

He left without another word, having pulled his trousers on during Nesta's attempt to piece herself back together in the aftermath.

Cassian still lingered in her doorway.

"Not one for many words, that one."

His lips quirked up at her comment.

"Az has never been one to speak unless it is utterly necessary. He also has a habit of leaving before he has to deal with the consequences of his actions."

The fond smile on Cassian's face had Nesta's heart stuttering in her chest. She almost, almost caved to her traitorous thoughts and begged him to stay, if only for a short while. He looked so lost, a mix of pained hope and distant longing swirling in his eyes. Her mind begged her to request he remain, begged her to do something to wipe that haunted look off of his beautiful face.

But her stubborn mouth refused to open, refused to yield to her tender thoughts. Cassian seemed to sense the conflict within her, but at her silence he turned away.

"Goodnight Nes."

Her heart clenched painfully at the weariness in his voice. She stared at his figure as he walked away, leaving her to sort through the soupy mess that was her mind.

Nesta lay awake for most of the night, unable to sleep, her whole being still reeling from the utter pleasure that she had felt. Her body remained tightly wound, even as she tried and failed to relax, and her mind didn't fare much better. A bitter shadow hung over her thoughts and chased her into a dreamless sleep, the feeling one she recognised as regret. Regret and something else, as she replayed the final conversation with Cassian over and over again in her head.

Cassian, who hadn't bothered to look back as he left.

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Gym Headcanons - Lisa & Ningguang x Male!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thanks for reading!

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goldenherc9 · 5 months ago

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I’m a gay college student with a tendency to get depressed. My friends have been suggesting I start exercising as a way to keep myself from getting too depressed. This new gym that opened in my neighborhood sounds cool….

Herculean Gains: The Ultimate Transformation

Ethan hesitated at the entrance of Herculean Gains. The gym was massive, filled with the sound of clanking weights and deep, masculine grunts. His friends had urged him to start working out to help with his depression, and this place had just opened nearby.

He swallowed nervously, adjusting his hoodie. The guys inside were huge—tall, broad, powerful. They radiated confidence, unlike him. Still, he took a deep breath and stepped inside.

“Yo, new guy!” a deep, commanding voice called out.

Ethan turned and nearly stumbled. Towering over him was Hercules Gold, the gym’s owner—a massive, bronzed alpha with thick, bulging muscles barely contained by his sweat-drenched tank. His cocky smirk sent a shiver down Ethan’s spine.

“You look lost, bro,” Hercules said, crossing his massive arms. “You wanna lift, or you wanna change?”

Ethan frowned. “I… I just wanna get in better shape. I get kinda down sometimes, and—”

Hercules cut him off with a booming laugh. “Yeah, nah. You don’t need therapy, lil’ dude. You need Himbo Juice.”

Before Ethan could react, Hercules shoved a massive green shaker into his hands. The liquid inside glowed thick and powerful.

“Drink,” Hercules ordered.

Something about his voice made Ethan obey without question. He tilted the bottle back and chugged.

BOOM.

Heat erupted in his core, spreading like wildfire. His hoodie split down the middle, revealing his chest ballooning outward, pecs inflating into thick, heavy slabs of muscle dusted with hair.

His arms surged in size, biceps bulging into thick, veiny powerhouses, triceps swelling to match. His skinny legs exploded with mass, his jeans shredding apart as his quads became tree trunks of pure strength, thick gym shorts forming in their place.

His face sharpened, jawline squaring, lips curling into a cocky, arrogant smirk. His soft, styled hair transformed into a short, messy jock cut. His mind... shifted.

No more overthinking. No more sadness. No more gay thoughts.

Only gains, chicks, and pure alpha dominance.

Ethan—no, EJ—flexed, admiring his godly physique in the mirror. His new deep, confident voice rumbled out.

“Haha, fuck yeah, bro! Look at these fuckin’ gains!” He grabbed his pecs, bouncing them arrogantly. “Ain’t no room for weak shit no more!”

Hercules smirked. “Atta boy. Welcome to the alpha life.”

EJ grinned, rolling his massive shoulders. Depression? Gone. Thinking too much? Fuck that. He had only one mission now—lifting, smashing chicks, and being a fuckin’ alpha king.

Yo EJ glad ya made it to the gym brah, keep up those gainz and smashin those chicks and bein the fuckin Alpha u are! Remember to recomend this gym to all ur college fags and get em on the gainzformation train broski! - Herc

#nerd to jock #dumb jock #gay to straight #g2s #Herculean Gains #Herculean Gains The Ultimate Transformation #himbo juice #himbo tf #himbro #ai generated #reality change #mega muscles #muscle morph #ai muscle #hercules gold

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prettieinpink · 2 years ago

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Hi lanny! Could you provide a guide on how to get into working out? 💗💖

GUIDE TO STARTING TO WORK OUT

hi lele 💝☀️ hope this guide helps you w your journey!!

The first step to working out is setting goals related to exercise, not physical appearance. Avoid things like fat loss, muscle gain, smaller waist, bigger glutes and so on.

While you can make this a separate goal, the reason why I don’t want you to associate it with exercise is that we then allow the way our body looks to dictate whether we believe the exercise we’re doing is good enough.

Exercise and body aesthetics are two different things. Exercise is a means of nourishing our body, soul and mind, while body aesthetics is how ‘good’ our body looks.

On that topic, I want you to stop focusing on your physical appearance when starting to exercise and I want you to start implementing a new mindset shift about your body. Instead of seeing your body as something to look at, appreciate it for what it can do.

For example, your hands create meals, hug your loved ones and help you with essential tasks. Your legs help you to get around, especially to your favourite places. Your stomach helps with digesting all the yummy food you eat.

Some goal ideas:

Lift 15kg+

Be able to do a plank for more than 5 minutes

Learn how to do a push-up

Be able to run on the treadmill for 30 minutes

Gain more stamina and exercise for longer

Moving on, set a time each day in which you prioritise exercise. This can be for however long you want and the times can vary daily.

So, during this period, you are not allowed to do anything else other than exercise. It doesn’t even have to be a specific exercise either, if you’re feeling lazy and laps walking around the house is what feels best, do it.

However, avoid obsessing over working out and losing yourself to exercise. This kills motivation, in exercise starts to feel like another obligation in the day and not a privilege.

Now, you have to choose what exercise is right for you. I don’t believe you’re limited to one exercise, if you want you can have more than 1.

Gym – Perfect for a mix of strength and cardio, however not the best option if you want to exercise for free.

Yoga – Tones muscles while also being a mindful experience. Low low-impact, but recommend doing it after cardio.

Cycling – Tones the legs and the glutes, but cycling may not be the best idea depending on where you live.

running/jogging – Strengthens muscles and bones, however, if you don’t have flat areas, may not be the best idea.

Pilates – Improves flexibility and tone, while still being low impact (still may be challenging).

Weightlifting – Makes you stronger and boosts your metabolism, best done at the gym.

There are plenty of ways to exercise that I haven’t mentioned here, but these are just ideas so you can research the ones that suit you best.

I recommend talking to a doctor if you haven’t done exercise in a long time, as that can open up the possibility of injury.

Then, once we have our goals, times and what we’re doing, we need to exercise. Implementing exercise in your life is best done slowly.

Start with simple, and smaller versions of workouts, even if you think you can do more. Do this for about a week, then try to extend yourself with something harder. If it is too hard, don’t be afraid to go back a step.

Make it fun, create a motivating exercise playlist or watch your favourite TV show while doing it.

However, the main thing about exercising is that every day you are not always going to feel like it, but that is when we have to discipline ourselves, talk to the mirror and say; ‘Me exercising is a privilege, I get to nourish my body because I love and respect it so much’.

This was the best way I disciplined myself into working out. Treating it like a privilege and something that is very benefical, rather than a painstakingly challenging activity.

Or, instead, you can visualise what you would look and feel like if you continue like this for the next 5 years.

#becoming that girl #green juice girl #clean girl #wellness #wellness era #wellbeing #healthy girl #healthy living #strength #exercise #exercices #gym #prettieinpink #pink pilates princess #pink pilates girl #wonyoungism #pilates aesthetic #workout motivation #health is wealth

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h3lfaerie · 9 months ago

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Random: "I'm just saying, Hiccup Haddock wouldn't be muscular."

Me: *cracks knuckles and puts on glasses* Let's do this shit.

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*AHEM*

Okay, first of all.

Nutrition.

As we all probably know, the more nutrients and the better food you get when you are a child the more fit and taller you will grow as an adult. Usually. Now looking at How To Train Your Dragon, consider that Hiccup was very short and scrawny when Berk was still being attacked by dragons. And then once the dragons stopped attacking and the village suddenly had more food instead of it being stolen all the time, Hiccup went from scrawny and tiny to a WHOPPING SIX FOOT TWO.

And yes, that is his actual height in the last two movies.

And that is largely on relatively little sun and poor nutrients from limited amounts of grains and meats and root vegetables (plus mildew's cabbage).

Training.

Whether you have watched Race To The Edge or not, you know this little shit can fight. Good. You think you gain that sort of technique by not living sparring ring?

While Hiccup is definitely more strategic in his fighting style as opposed to people like Astrid and Heather (who are both distinctly heavy-handed imo), his strong suit is his agility. Paired up with a high proficiency with a... long range of weapons (largely leaning towards swordsmanship). One, that takes a lot of practice, two he's doing it with a prosthetic leg. Consider the amount of pain and hindrance that would cause him throughout training. He is literally disabled. He needs to work twice as hard. His pain tolerance alone would be through the roof.

Sparring-wise the constant footwork and quick directional changes would vastly improve his balance and leg strength, while wielding a sword would build his shoulder, arm, and core muscles. The constant need for precise strikes and defensive maneuvers refines hand-eye coordination and grip strength, which would explain why he is such a good shot with things like his shield-crossbow contraption. And also sparring develops cardiovascular endurance due to the rapid movements and bursts of action, in other words - stamina. He's got plenty.

Now, here you may probably think "But his design for the Inferno is hollow. Isn't that because he can't lift a sword?"

NOPE.

That design was entirely afforded to him by Viggo Grimborn in Race to the Edge. It was a strategic decision.

Have you SEEN the prototype of that thing:

Like first of all that is VIOLENT. That is a serrated blade. It's meant to GUT people. (Go on and tell me Hiccup doesn't have anger issues, I dare you.)

Secondly, I'd argue that has more metal than a normal sword.

And thirdly... proof of Hiccup's physical strength can be seen in the following scenes (I wish I had GIFs, I'm sorry I do not. Those are all moments from RTTE):

Exhibit A:

Knocks Astrid off her feet during sparring.

Exhibit B:

Knocks Savage off his feet while being chased.

Exhibit C:

Catches AND STOPS an axe going for his head held by someone thrice his size.

Exhibit D:

Knocks Snotlout's tooth out with his non-dominant hand.

Excibit E:

KNOCKS TOOTHLESS (A WHOLE DAMN DRAGON) OFF A FUCKING CLIFF BY HIMSELF.

Shall I go on?

Blacksmithing.

Blacksmithing is a highly physical craft that builds strength, endurance, and coordination. Hammering hot metal requires po-wer-ful arm, shoulder, and chest muscles. Lifting and maneuvering heavy materials cannot NOT strengthen your back and stomach if you've been doing it for weeks, let alone years. Which he has.

The repetitive swinging motion of the hammer builds forearm and grip strength, which is essential for control and precision. And working in the heat of a forge is ... For one, a glorious sweaty bonus, for two, it basically serves as a sauna after an excruciating amount of physical labour. Ever wondered why people go to a sauna after a workout? The heat can help repair muscles that were damaged by exercise and it can reset your thermoregulation thresholds. In other words, hot temperatures feel less severe. And I wonder why HE of all people, would be in need of THAT.

TLDR; Blacksmithing is a FULL-BODY workout that not only builds physical resilience but also sharpens mental focus and discipline.

And Hiccup started doing it as a CHILD.

As a substitute for dragon killing.

And last but not least (in fact probably the most important).

DRAGON RIDING.

Have you ever been on a horse? Have you ever seen equestrians? I'm really grateful to have had the privilege to ride a horse and let me tell you ... Your whole body hurts after.

-> Core strength.

The constant flexing and contracting required to stay balanced in the saddle works your core muscles like there's no tomorrow, including your abs and obliques.

-> Inner thighs and pelvic muscles.

Speaking of maintaining-your-balance-and position-while-riding... Applying strength against the saddle, effectively squeezing it with your thighs, while maintaining that rhythmic back-and-forth-and-up-and-down motion CONSTANTLY if you don't want to get flung off... yeah, it destroys your inner thighs and pelvic muscles. Can confirm you walk like a penguin afterwards. It's grueling.

-> (I'm not gonna include the posture and trunk exterior muscles here because Hiccup rides like a hunch-back, therefore those benefits would not be applicable to him, cause he's a lil' gremlin.)

And lastly, staying in that saddle is not easy, even with the right technique. You need to have built your body a certain way to keep your seat if you want to move onto galloping (much like a dancer can't go en-pointe until they've strengthened their ankles). Until then, you're stuck with trotting for weeks. And trust me it still leaves you sore.

TLDR; Horse riding can: improve your balance and coordination, increase your flexibility, burn over 400 calories per hour, serve as yet another FULL-BODY workout, and improve your reflexes.

Now change that to dragon riding.

Now change that to riding canonically the fastest, smartest, and rarest of the known species of dragons in this universe?

Just the FACT our boy wasn't done flung off in that Test Drive Scene in HTTYD 1 is a cause for a standing ovation.

In conclusion:

Realistically, Hiccup Haddock wouldn't be a fishbone. HE WOULD NOT BE BULKY EITHER. THAT IS AN ATROCITY.

But considering all that we've listed, if you wanted to consider realistic expectations based on his levels of physical activity, nutrition, and his growth spurt in response to that, he would, at the very least, be tall as fuck, and absolutely built.

And as a bonus: Have you seen his parents? The genetics are THERE.

THAT SAID, everyone's allowed to have fun with Hiccup's design! That's just my interpretation. It does not and should not invalidate anyone else's.

I'm well aware that Hiccup Haddock is a huge representation for the disabled community. Particularly those with chronic illness, neurodiveristy and limb difference. So, I'd like to finish this off with: I simply decided to go on a deep-dive, but really it's not that deep. This was just the result of my three-hours-long hyperfixation.

We love all and any renditions of Hiccup Haddock the Third, because he is just that lovable.

If you disagree with mine, that is absolutely okay ❤️

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

#httyd #httyd general #hiccup horrendous haddock iii #hiccup haddock

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muffinapologist · 1 month ago

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In the mood to share controversial LADS headcanons again so here we go (body types addition)

I refuse to believe all the LI’s are built like models

Zayne canonically has an addiction to sweets, sugar more than fats make you gain more weight because your body burns sucrose faster/easier. So it will burn that first and store fat. (This also, to me, explains part of Why he likes sweets so much. He has a demanding job so eating something that gives him a quick boost is probably tempting)

“Oh but he’s a doctor and he knows exercise is important” Zayne is canonically a hypocrite about his own health. Again, shown by his excessive sugar intake and avoidance of bitter tasting medicine. He also spends all his time working. Even when he’s off the clock he’s reading medical journals. *when* exactly is he supposed to be exercising enough to have washboard abs.

This man is fat. Let him be fat. The girlies will still love him I promise just look at Senshi dungeon meshi and Harvey stardew valley.

Rafayel spends all his time painting, thinking about MC, or sleeping. He forgets to eat, *frequently*. Which aligns with his somewhat flippant attitude towards his own well being. He doesn’t even pretend he exercises he complains about it so much.

I don’t care if he is the Sea God. To me he is a twink. A waif. A strong breeze could knock him over. Made to be bridal carried.

Like sure he still has the magical power to destroy but he doesn’t have muscles. To me. To me you can see his ribs. At least until he reunites with MC and she makes sure he’s eating. Then he’ll put on some weight but he still won’t have a six pack I’ll tell you that much.

Xavier it actually makes sense for him to be muscular because he spends all his time (that he’s awake) fighting wanderers. Sure his evol helps but he still needs to be somewhat athletic

But athletes and models have different builds. He has muscles for practical use and not for show. He should have more pudge. Sorry to use dungeon meshi twice in one post but think Laois type build. His constant eating large portions backs this up to me. He’s burning a lot of calories so he needs to consume a lot of calories,

Ditto Caleb. I’m sure as a colonel he has a strict training regimen and even before that he was a pilot. He can also cook so he’s probably eating somewhat decently (I doubt he puts as much care into his own meals as he does MC’s)

I do think after the explosion but before homecoming wings he becomes more haggard though. He was resigned to never seeing her again and so he was on the path to self destruction. He’d still need to keep up with his exercises but he’d probably be eating and sleeping like crap.

Also mentioned in my queer headcanons post but to me Caleb is a he/him lesbian so uh. He should have tits. To me. (He does bind pretty often though because he likes to dress butch)

This is probably the most controversial one because again as per my queer headcanons post Sylus is an egg, to me.

So prior to her awakening I think she’s closest to her in game model to me. She has the money and time to put into looking like a male model, and I think she does put the effort in too. A lot of trans women pre-transition feel the need to put extra effort into being stereotypically masculine. And I think there’s a lot of pressure to keep up appearances as the leader of Onychinus as well.

After transition, though, obviously she’s going to have more curves. Again, she has plenty of money. So she can get whatever gender affirming care she wishes to. And I think once the pressure to perform masculinity is gone she’d stop being so toned; although she would want to maintain her physical strength because she likes being able to carry MC around with ease.

And MC? MC should not be that tiny. She’s a hunter. A trained fighter. She should be built. Buff. Stacked. Again, not built like a model but built for fighting.

She should have big old arms and legs especially. And in my heart, she does. There’s also one thing about Sylus talk about watching her row from behind and to Me that means admiring her back muscles. Anyway. That’s it I’ve said my piece am I kicked out of the fandom yet

#love and deepspace #lnds #lads #zayne love and deepspace #xavier love and deepspace #rafayel love and deepspace #caleb love and deepspace #sylus love and deepspace #HD’s fat Zayne agenda

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okartichoke · 11 months ago

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Happy flappy Phoenix is so cuuuuute

I love the idea of him getting around on a Scootaloo-style scooter, it's so dopey and lovable.

Plz expand upon the "Edgeworth (or Maya but I'm shipping trash) starts teaching him how to fly" point because that idea is adorable <3

Also do you see him getting his wings/mojo back after AA4? Poor Beanix...losing something he worked hard on (being more confident with his flying) along with his disbarment hurts so good...

i will happily expand upon that !! :D

Phoenix blames himself for Mia’s death. He keeps thinking “if I’d hadn’t been late, if I could’ve flown, I could’ve gotten there faster”. This is what initially puts into his head that he has to improve.

He’s a bit preoccupied in the first game, so his practicing begins in full during Justice for All. At first, he tries by himself, but soon sheepishly asks Maya for help (slash, Maya notices him trying and offers) (while I personally don’t ship Maya and Phoenix, feel free to read this however you want :] ) (first session ^ )

He improves slowly but surely! he still sticks pretty close to the ground atp. Maya teases him constantly for his flying but she is ✨supportive af ✨when it counts. we love her. She gives him tips and cheers him on.

Edgeworth is surprised to find Phoenix flying in 2-4.

By T&T, Phoenix is a competent flier !! a bit shaky still, but flying higher and more confidently than ever. everybody is very proud of him :3

then Dusky Bridge 💀💀💀 big injury: it’s gonna heal, but it’s gonna take work. his disbarment takes away his motivation to put in that work 😔😔

Miles’ and Phoenix’s bond grows during the 7 year gap, so this is where Edgeworth takes his turn helping Phoenix. He gets tired of watching Phoenix live in his own misery and helps to push him out of it

(not pictured: edgeworth also helps with his PT exercises)

In regards to your final question: i think he DOES get his mojo back ! He slowly regains strength back in his wings and muscles until he is able to fly again, AND! now he has a “i survived a fall from 40+ feet, how could anything hurt me ???” attitude,, which all but rids him of his fear of heights ! he gains so much confidence ٩( ᐛ )و

he’s also very dad now

(bonus scooter nick:)

thanks sm for the ask ! very happy to know these ideas are interesting someone else besides me bwaha !!

link to masterpost

#ace attorney #ace avian #fanart #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #maya fey #aa #okart #ask

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v-as-in-victor · 26 days ago

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Top Surgery, Fatness, and Exercise

One thing I am glad about, on the waiting for top surgery front, is that I spent a solid year doing a very small amount of weekly exercise and I believe it made a huge difference in how I'm doing afterwards.

I'm fat, and I have chronic pain and chronic fatigue. Fibro, most likely. So exercise is hard, and between that and the mental health crisis of 2018-2023 I was in really bad fucking shape.

Youtube has lots of videos for seated bodyweight workout routines. I could only do five minutes at a time when I started. I also did weekly yoga - this is trickier to recommend because R is good at helping me find adaptive poses and I wouldn't have been able to manage the chronic pain issues without her help - but the key gains I made there were getting up and down off the floor, and bending down to reach things.

Any exercise that helps with those will be good. Standing forward fold, and various torso twists (mayhaps I twimst) which can be done seated in a chair, definitely did a lot of the work. Even just finding a sturdy chair, couch, or table, and using it to lower yourself to the floor and to get back up will help build those muscles.

The tit dysphoria was real, but working out at home and in low impact ways meant a lot of the time I could just ignore them as best possible and not try to wrangle a sports bra (my beloathed.)

I DO NOT LIKE EXERCISE. I have a lot of trauma around medical fatphobia. It's hard to want to do things that are tiring or uncomfortable. Seated exercise really helps because I don't have to expend energy on the standing portion and can focus on working muscle groups to develop strength.

Having a good ability to move my body around using core muscles was so helpful in the first few days after surgery when using shoulders and arms to launch myself was out of the question. And having some torso twists up my sleeve to help with how much my hips hate sleeping on my back is a real pain management help.

This is meant to be an encouragement to explore options. You deserve the nicest recovery.

#life advice #top surgery #gender #exercise #fatphobia

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puzzled-pegasus · 2 years ago

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Heroes of Olympus---fitness/body related hcs

***Idk if anyone would even plan on it but Please do not comment or tag this as anything sexual as it is not meant like that in any way whatsoever***

Percy

Everyone lost some weight on the big Argo II voyage due to stress and all the fighting and everything, Percy is no exception.

In general, though, he is still leaner than Jason and has slightly less upper body/ pectoral strength than he does.

However, he has THE fucking core strength ever

Unless he's been really, really exerting himself he normally has a cushion of belly fat over his abs but if you feel his abs they're wow so strong

Also bunch of shoulder strength, he does lots of climbing

He honestly needs some squish especially in scenes set After Gaea’s defeat. One of the reasons im writing these hcs is that I hate the fanarts that give the demigods six or eight pack abs and 0 body fat like?? Have u ever seen a 16-17 year old boy with chiseled abs. Especially one that eats like mr Jackson. His mother is feeding him good on seven layer dip and cheeseburgers and cookies and blue candy and he drinks blue cherry Coke and eats his fill of barbecue every day at camp you Cannot tell me he has no body fat arrgggh

He probably looked like that while he was in Tartarus though bc he was probably really dehydrated and exhausted lmaoo

V good sense of balance and coordination

Jason

Jason’s got more strength in his arms/shoulders/upper body than anything else

Big arm and chest muscles

Also naturally has belly--when he's not worried abt food--but he tends to stand taller so you can't see it as much

Probably lost the most weight on the voyage. Too busy making sure everyone else was okay and also healing from his various injuries. He also had to be absolutely sure there was enough food for everyone else so he was worried abt taking too much

Generally spends more time exercising and has hardly ever seen a junk food in his life and eats a lot of protein bc hes always lived at camp jupiter so he's very muscle

Piper

Piper didn't really start exercising until she came to camp so she's probably the least physically strong in comparison

More squish than Annabeth. Carries fat in hips and thighs and belly

Thinks/feels like she's fat and low key worries abt it

Was only mildly disappointed when she started demigod training and her belly didn't instantly disappear lol

Kind of jealous of how Annabeth is so thin and athletic but Annabeth wishes she had Pipers thighs/boob/curves loll the curse of being a woman

Piper also feels like she has baby face compared to Annabeth bc she has chubbier cheeks and it annoys her

She's got a pretty good sense of balance tho

Pretty good at running fast but she doesn't have as much stamina as Annabeth

Shes quite flexible also

Pretty good swimmer

Annabeth

Naturally quite thin

been training her whole life so she's got strong arms and legs and core

Really good at running and sprinting

Very agile too

Core strength and upper body strength

Great at dodging attacks, less good at blocking

Tallest of the girlies

Climber shoulders/back muscles

Wishes she had Piper’s curves kinda. She doesn't care all that much but occasionally is like damn wouldn't that be nice

Frank

Arrgh I hate how in the middle of the series Rick took away all of his fat. Screw you sir. Put it back. Put it bacK

So Frank Immediately gets his tum back in the span of a few weeks

He's also really tired for the next however long after the Mars boy magic adrenaline wears off bc where's his fuel??? Gone!!

Very good at Lifting stuff. He had to carry stuffs for his grandma all the time bc she was old

Mostly strong in the arms and chest/pectorals

His growth spurt happened real quick so he's still not used to how big he is which is why he's all clumsy

Needs to work on balance and coordination lol

Although he got most of his chub back, his Babyface™ didn't come back quite so strong

Hazel

Hazel is the shortest girlie

Was really thin back in the 40s and then gained quite a bit soon after she came back to life. She was very confused and probably horrified

This was bc of a combination of having a growth spurt, pressure on little girls to be thin back then and the times having changed now, having enough to eat now, and changes in the amounts of additives and high fructose corn syrup and shit in foods

She was really distraught for a while bc much like Nico’s internal conflict with The Gay, decades ago being chubby was an unforgivable sin for a little girl

Obv not to Nico’s extent bc I don't think people were killed for being fat but still

It takes her a while to see it as not a bad thing but just a thing

She has pretty evenly distributed muscle strength because when she started exercise at camp jupiter they worked All The Groups

Leo

We love our tiny little shrimp man

He didn't get enough to eat during his growth spurt so he's kind of stunted

Even though he's a hephaestus boy he could not for the life of him build a lot of muscle

He's not that strong

He's probably pretty flexible though

Nico

Also stunted because he didn't eat enough in his growth spurt

Pretty strong though

Smol but he is still growing

Is getting taller and will almost definitely surpass Leo

Also is slowly gaining a healthy amount of weight as he stays at camp and Will makes him eat and sleep more regularly and now he's less tired all the time

Pretty good core strength and balance and agility

Looks more his child age now that his cheeks are more filled in

Reyna

Buff Girl

Girlie works out when shes stressed and now she's got muscles like steel cables

Im talking arms, shoulders, core, legs, glutes

Can arm wrestle Jason and win even if he does try his darnedest

Incredible sprinter

Does so many squats that she got the whole bakery lol

Really likes her muscles

Flexes in the mirror

Jason expressed to her how impressive it was a few times and it was partially why she fell in love with him lol

Will

Will has pretty good arm muscles actually and can lift heavy stuffs

Can lift his bf easily

He has a soft tum tho and padding on his arms

Does yoga and stretching and that works his core

Soft

Eats good proteins and veggies and gets good sleeps

Healthy boi 10/10

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iwasntreadyeither · 5 hours ago

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This is like such a wild ask but...

How did you get started on your fitness journey(? Journey feels cheesy but idk what else to call it really) ?

How do you stay motivated to keep running and doing all that you do?

Nah it’s not that wild I promise. 🙂‍↕️

I mean yeah; it is a fitness journey for sure, I used to be crazy athletic until I got injured, and then I ended up gaining a lot of extra weight. Im at 150lbs right now, give or take, but prior when I got hurt I got up to 230lbs. Swear to god. I have some loose skin, but not a lot because I’ve lost weight consistently and slowly. No diet fads for me. I hate restricting my food, I will eat my damn pizza.

I HATE running. Hate it. But I’ve noticed my mood is not the same if I don’t exercise or lift. I can get into super depth about how I get myself to run like that, but really, it starts with showing up. I hated showing up at first because EVERYTHING hurts. Your shins, your knees, back, shoulders, neck, like- carrying 80lbs of weight. But if you stay consistent, once you get to the point of seeing your muscles grow every single time you work out you’ll get hooked. You’ll feel it. New muscles, new strength, suddenly you can yeet yourself over the wall, suddenly you can bend down for keys easier- it’ll get addicting.

(Sorry I rambled, I just always have hated how the fitness industry fakes this shit but I’m always gonna be honest about how I got here- there’s a routine for everyone, my metabolism isn’t the same as others, and this is what works for my body. Some people don’t even have to touch cardio to lose weight, some have to😁)

#laurens asks #good question! I like these ones 😁

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white coat syndrome

warnings: fear of fatphobia (no actual fatphobia takes place), very slight implied disordered eating, medical setting/language used

small Usopp-centric drabble I made myself finish, so I'm not too happy with it towards the end, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless! also, sorry I couldn't resist throwing in a bit of implied sanuso too!

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Usopp bounces his leg anxiously, habitually nibbling his thumb as he glances over at Chopper sifting through several papers scattered across his desk and scribbling notes every so often. The reindeer's stethoscope still dangles from his furred neck, possibly still warmed from contact with Usopp's bare chest, and the cuff of the sphygmomanometer lays just to the side of where Usopp's slouching on the infirmary cot.

He had been dreading this interaction ever since the Strawhats had reunited and Chopper had insisted he wanted to update everyone's medical files for posterity's sake, examining them individually and addressing any medical concerns. Usopp normally didn't mind Chopper's thorough prodding. He trusted the young doctor's knowledge and capability, but after he'd heard Chopper's brutal verbal beat down directed towards Zoro's apparent nonchalant reply that he'd knowingly neglected his established pain management, he was more than a little anxious about what the reindeer would say to him.

Usopp was very aware he had physically changed a lot in two years. He was, of course, proud of the amount of muscle he had managed to gain during his training on Boin, a testament of his own growth and dedication to his friends, but-Well-

Boin still had heartily rich foods, and even with daily exercise and mindful rationing, he couldn't lose all the weight he had gained during his time there. There's a generous distribution of fat padding his frame, most of which he's gained in his soft stomach and broad thighs. Usopp's not disappointed in the slightest at this development; no, far from it. He's quite proud of the fact that once he's dug his heels in, it's a formidable task to move him. He'd gladly throw his weight around, finally feeling the confidence of strength in ways he previously couldn't. Even roughhousing with Luffy has left the rubber man at least a little winded and sweating.

But just because he felt that way about his body didn't mean others would feel the same. He was almost sure someone would playfully tease him about having to borrow both Zoro and Franky's shirts in the meantime, since his old clothing obviously no longer fit him. The closest incident had been Luffy's crude, unfiltered observation of how big he thought Usopp’s backside had gotten (followed by Nami's swift smack to the back of their captain's head, telling him he can't just say that out loud).

Chopper hums, checking over his notes again before hopping out of his chair and retrieving the sphygomanometer.

"I'd like to take your blood pressure again, if that's ok with you?" Chopper asks, his blue nose twitching inquisitively. He must have notice the way Usopp nearly jumps out of his skin at the sudden question because he quickly adds, "It was a little high when I checked it earlier so I just wanna double check!"

The process doesn't take long, the same as earlier while Chopper was taking his vitals, the cuff snug around Usopp's thick bicep as Chopper listens with his stethoscope. Soon, he's done and beaming brightly at the sniper.

"Much better!" The little doctor praises, removing his stethoscope from his ears. He takes a few more notes before turning back to Usopp, still smiling.

"I think that covers everything! I'd like to get you started on a new antidepressant which I think I can have ready by tomorrow," Chopper explains, gesturing cheerfully with his pen gripped between the split of his hoof. "Oh, and I trust you know what you're doing with your herbs, but I'd prefer for you to come to the infirmary for your hormones so I can give them to you subcutaneously instead of orally!"

Usopp nods hollowly as he absorbs Chopper's words, absentmindedly rubbing at his inner arm.

"That's all?" He blurts out before he can even think about what he's said, immediately regretting it. He debates aborting this conversation and beating a hasty retreat straight to his workshop.

Chopper tilts his head curiously, ears perked as he squints thoughtfully. "Mm, yeah, I think so! Besides getting you back on track with your medication, there wasn't anything else. You're in good health!"

"Oh. Um, cool?"

The reindeer's blue nose twitches again, quietly observing Usopp's fidgeting and apparent discomfort. "Unless there was something else you wanted to talk about...?" He offers carefully.

Usopp hems and haws, his leg bouncing noticeably faster than before. "I mean-I just thought you'd, uh, you know. Wanna talk about my weight?"

The young doctor waits patiently for the sniper to elaborate further, the two of them just staring at each other for a moment.

Finally, Usopp breaks and breathes out a long, defeated sigh that ends in a weak chuckle, shoving strays curls away from his face before gesturing vaguely to himself.

"I got fat? You don't want to put me on a diet, or something?" The sniper grumbles, feeling increasingly silly now that he's voiced what he's been dreading for the last hour. Chopper seems genuinely surprised by this revelation though, his eyes widening for a moment before his brow furrows and Usopp watches a hoof begin to touch the edge of his presumed file contemplatively.

"I don't think that's necessary," The reindeer replies, hoisting himself up onto the cot beside the space Usopp currently occupies, the file resting in his lap. "I think you should keep in mind it's perfectly normal for fat distribution to change as you age, and there's a genetic factor as well!"

Usopp shrugs his shoulders, plucking at the fabric of his overalls disinterestedly. "I guess so."

“And,” Chopper continues with an indignant huff, “Hormones change how your body holds fat, so I’m not too concerned about it as far as that goes, considering you’re on testosterone. Plus, you have to account for your muscle mass now! Also–”

The doctor abruptly lets out a shriek of laughter, doubling over as Usopp tickles under his chin. Chopper shoves at his arm, trying to squirm away while he gasps for breath between snorting laughter.The sniper grins widely at Chopper’s reaction, amused.

“I get it, Chopper,” Usopp says, clicking his tongue in feigned annoyance, then teasingly tugging the reindeer’s cap to obscure his sight. Chopper swats at his hand, snorting.

“Good! You’re my patient, and I’d never lie about your health to you!” The young doctor replies, thumping his hoof against his chest confidently.

With the tension broken, the infirmary feels less stifling and the earlier tension Usopp had been carrying dissipates. They finish up after that, Chopper reminding the sniper to stop by his office for his medication, and Usopp spends several productive hours in his workshop afterwards. That night at dinner he blinks in surprise as Sanji wordlessly serves him a dessert that looks suspiciously similar to what he’d also served Nami and Robin. He stares for a brief moment at the fancy bowl of sorbet before glancing back up at their cook, who’s still flitting around the table collecting the used dishware but Usopp can see him glancing over his shoulder every so often, like he’ll tell the sniper off if he doesn’t eat it.

It’s the sweetest thing he’s had in a long, long time. He savors every bite.

#one piece #usopp #god usopp #sanuso #(its just crumbs but its there)#mine #also trans usopp but thats just canon to me at this point

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