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If you take requests can you write anything sam sulek x fem reader? It's okay if not 🫶🏻

Sure! But beware of the word ‘anything.’ ☺️

SPRING CUT BULK? (PART 1)

sam sulek x fem reader

summary : your belovedly big boyfriend, sam, is on a cut for a leaner look, but… you’re simply not ready to let go of his bulk body. What’s a girl to do?

no smut , lying , gender roles ( as manipulation ) , manipulative reader , light power dynamic , non consensual weight gain , non consensual feeder and feedee dynamic , dark feederism , food tampering , slightly insecure reader , jealousy , obsession , otherwise fluff

You loved sam. But you didn’t love him enough to allow him to become lean again.

You knew you were different from the other girls your age in school when they gushed about their totally hot athletic-bodied celebrity crushes on the big screen when on the other hand you fantasized about those same guys 12x larger. You loved your guys big and you had no issue with lying to keep them there, after all it was your duty as a girlfriend to look out for your man’s best interest right?

You’d always admired his dedication and discipline, him being a bodybuilder, and it drew you inexplicably to him from the very beginning. He hadn’t always been a bodybuilder, though. In high school he was a diver, and it showed. His physique was slim and all lean muscle, and this didn’t do anything for you, but you only stayed as long as you did because you saw the potential he had to get bigger which didn’t disappoint.

Even then, he knew what he wanted to do so to assimilate yourself into his lifestyle you had taken the necessary steps before dating to educate yourself in the world of bodybuilding.

Supplements, calorie deficit, calorie surplus, steroids, and volume and intensity training… etc.

That way he could always have someone to depend on to prepare meals that hit every one of his macros and calories that were tracked with near perfect accuracy. If he ever questioned you, you simply replied that it was due to your upbringing and family values (a lie). Your supposedly ultra religious parents instilled you with the belief that a woman’s place in the home and a man’s place is out providing for that home, as far as he was concerned. You lived to serve your big man and his big appetite, but mostly the appetite part.

By making him believe he rules this little “household,” it gives him the illusion of control. His family continually praised you up and down when they saw you practically treated him like a king. As soon as he woke up in the morning you were already in the kitchen dressed up with breakfast prepared and a lunch box packed in advance on the table waiting for him. When he came back from work you had another hot meal waiting for him. Dessert? You thought of that too. There was always freshly baked goods at hand for him and his brother, Mark, whenever you came over.

He never had to worry about food whenever the two of you were together.

Thanks to your consistent work, he had truly believed that you would support him and love on him regardless of what he looked like, which is stupidly naive but exactly what he needed to keep believing so you still had access to him.

All love is conditional.

That’s simply human nature but who wants to believe that? No, let him think you would always be with him despite his appearance. Let him continue to believe that for you, the cover of his book never mattered. Before you finish forming your opinions about me, I want you to consider this:

If I had been, let’s say, below average then do you think Sam would have spared you a glance at all? Perhaps you were unattractive in his eyes and he’s kept you around only because you preform the duties of a wife as a girlfriend? For some people that’s a distressing thought but you couldn’t care less, personally. It’s not like one inchers are in high demand among women anyway and the only thing remotely special about him was his roided-out body. Which, again isn’t particularly popular with women in the first place. If anything you were the prize to behold because how many women do you know who are willing to bend over backwards for a man, maybe not Sam, but any guy in general? He struck gold with this one, so he’d be smart to act like it.

Which brings us to our issue.

Sam thinks he wants to lose weight and go on a “spring cut.” He brung up reasons like plateaus or lean muscle but the only thing that you had retained was a singlar comment he made.

He had a hard time putting all the food away on a surplus.

Why, continue to stretch your stomach? Eventually there wont be a hard time. This has never happened before- Sam never had a reluctant attitude to my cooking in all four years of your relationship until now. He’s been on cuts before, which you’ve always hated, but he’s never stated an issue eating what you make. This prompted you to begin overthinking and that lead to more stress overtime. Had the food not been as good as it was in the past? Why doesn’t he enjoy eating it as much anymore?

On one of these days you laid in your shared bed inside your own head about everything. Upset and without the motivation to get up and prepare breakfast early like you always did, you found yourself unmoving under the bed sheets. Shifting beside you, you glanced over to see a surprised and newly conscious Sam.

“Wh- hey. Hah, we can’t have a lazy morning today remember? Let’s do this on Saturday, ok honey?” He commented somewhat groggily to your motionless form.

Before departing downstairs for breakfast he gives you a gentle kiss on your exposed shoulder after getting dressed. Expecting to find the usual lunch box and a plateful of his favorite breakfast food beside it, he finds an empty table and a dark kitchen.

“Did you stick everything in the microwave?” He shouts from the other room. Turning the lights on and walking further into the kitchen he opens the microwave to find nothing. Sam stands there for a little bit confused before making himself a bowl of fruit loops, which he usually kept in case Mark came over after he devoured all of the food you made in the morning. He’d say he always forgot to leave left overs for him because he never wanted to admit he didn’t like sharing, which is what always ended up happening.

Until now.

He hadn’t had cereal for years and while it tasted good, he missed the homemade breakfast he always ate first thing in the morning. Mid-chew he thought about how empty the kitchen felt. Sam was used to the light conversation you’d make while you stood behind him watching happily in anticipation for him to finish eating before you ate yourself.

Even when you cleaned up after him you looked like you enjoyed it. You put so much thought and care into currating every single one of his meals that he couldn’t help but be happy about it too, even after four years you still managed to make him leave the house cheerfully with a massive smile on his face.

He ended finishing half of his bowl after having lost his appetite and retreating back into the bedroom to find his lovely and apparently very sleepy girlfriend still lying there where he left you, back facing him.

Sam slowly crawled back into bed next to you. Positioning himself so that his head is laid against your shoulder, he begins to tap your cheek softly.

“Are you awake? We should get ready together right?”

He knew you both didn’t have classes today but he wanted an excuse to talk to you regardless. You also knew this because he wasn’t a master of subtlety. Just a small shift in bed from him produced creaks so loud you would think monkeys were jumping on the bed because of his sheer size, so you heard him crawl into bed even before he started.

When you responded with a grunt it hadn’t had the desired effect on it.

“I’ve got time to waste. How about we take a shower? I got up an hour early.”

He’s desperate now. Why is he lying? To sync our schedules you memorized every time he leaves, the gas station he fills up at, and how much time it approximately takes for him to return.

You didn’t feel like playing along right now so you mumbled something and pretended to go back to sleep. Unfortunately for you he wasn’t letting it go.

“Are you sick?” He sits up in bed noisily and presses his large palm to your forehead, feeling for a fever. You shake him off and roll over to look at him unhappily, all glossy eyed and pouting.

He wastes zero time embracing you in the warmth of the supersized body you loved oh-so much. Among the plenty kisses and unintelligible mumbles, you really hoped he would go to work.

“Don’t cry.” His deep voice seemed to be stuck in the air as he softly spoke into your hair.

“I’ll call in sick today. We can have that lazy morning now if that’s what you want.”

Well. It’s obvious you’re upset and now you can’t keep him off your ass. Plan B? “You don’t have to hun. I’m fine.” You reassured him gently, looking up into his worried nut-brown eyes with a smile that took effort.

“No, I can stay here today. Someone can cover for me anyway.” He continues to press on and all you can think about is how annoying he can be sometimes. Can’t he take a hint?

But somethings can’t be helped. Like idiotic-hunky boyfriends.

[bigshymen]

OK i know i made my negative stance on feeders and feederism as a whole clear but i just got this fic idea HEAR M E OUT

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Should i write more sam sulek x fem or masc reader? I enjoy either but i want to know which demographic favors ridiculous-sized guys more

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Feedback is always appreciated

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HAPPY DEATH

sam sulek x masc reader

summary : terminally ill and lonely, your dreams are crushed when you’re set to die in 2 weeks. with your health worsening everyday you decide to create a plan. wanting to go on your own terms, you reach out to sam sulek.

smut , death , smothering , begging , spanking , painful s3x , unprotected s3x , spit as lube , muscle k1nk & worship , obsession , asphyxiation , virgin reader , loss of virginity , terminally ill reader , top reader , skinny reader , amab anatomy , multiple 0rgasms , unrealistic s3x , squint for light sub & d0m , loneliness , swearing , size difference , size k1nk

You came out of a restless sleep. The room was too bright - the hospice nurse must have forgotten to turn the light switch off when she exited the room. You reached over to turn it off but paused when you saw the large silhouette of a man quietly sitting in one of the chairs next to your bed, alone.

A week ago you had been given the news from your doctor that you weren’t expected to live past two weeks, further solidifying the fear that you would eventually succumb to your illness into reality.

You didn’t fear death. What you feared was dying alone, without anyone spend the remainder of your time on this earth with. When you had abandoned the nest at 18, you had left your family estranged. Neither your mother, father or siblings had reached out via text or had traveled in person to see you after the hospitalization that had shorty followed.

During your stay, loneliness had prompted in your bedridden state to create a tiktok account dedicated to documenting your experiences, hopes, and fears relating to your illness. To your surprise, it had amassed a decent following, with strangers wishing you well and fellow terminally ill patients finding comfort in your videos.

The sense of community you began to feel was great but still, something was missing. As a teen you had been really into bodybuilding, posters of renowned figures litered the wall of your childhood bedroom and you’d even snuck out of the house to see some bikini competitions once upon a time.

But those days were over. There wasn’t a future for you that included bodybuilding because there wasn’t going to be a future at all. You’d die before 20 and it would be a painful and slow death. Your body was already declining, and fast. Thankfully, the doctors were compassionate enough to agree to your request for a medical assisted suicide so that you had at least a semblance of dignity going out on your own terms.

What surprised you was the long list of… diverse options presented to you. The good, bad, and OK ones immediately paled to the idea that made you decide to take back your request. How to explain yourself? You were still a virgin. You never got around to being with anyone like that so when the thought of being smothered to death by your favorite 5’11” 240 pound bodybuilder popped into your head, what did you have to lose?

The fascination with bodybuilding you developed as a teen had blossomed into almost a career choice for you. You played with the idea of becoming an aspiring bodybuilder and as a result, you followed a bunch of workout influencers for motivation. Among your body goals, the one that you treasured the most was a man named Sam Sulek.

To say you had developed a crush was an understatement. What first started as young admiration for the 21 year old bodybuilder quickly morphed into sexual obsession. You’d watch videos of him getting his pump on at the gym all the while you’re ‘pumping’ yourself in the restroom at Planet Fitness. Nightly fantasies became wildly vivid and recurring, so much so they bled into your days. As devastating as being terminal is, it put you in a unique spot. How could anyone refuse a measly kiss from someone dying as young as you?

Yes, you’re doing this all with the assumption he’ll accept your dying wish. What else can you do? With this little time left, you’re unable to bring yourself to fear rejection.

Working up the nerve, you reached out to the man through tiktok, and you explained your story and left out the more… inappropriate details of your request to not scare him away.

This was definitely illegal, having someone unqualified and untrained that doesn’t even know they’re going to be assisting in your suicide do it. Would you get into trouble? They cant arrest a dead man, but they can arrest and convict whoever killed that man.

We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.

To your surprise, only a day later he had responded. You were shocked because of the large influx of messages he was probably receiving daily, he noticed yours. Maybe he had a social media manager? You imagined he’d be a nice guy based on his internet persona so you were happy that it proved true so far. He reassured he was more than willing to meet a fan and agreed to come visit you in the hospital. Obviously wasting little time you shot him a message back, grateful for his response and arranged the finer details with him.

Dying in your sleep was always a possibility, so you knew this had to be soon. That and you could hardly wait to see him. The night following was spent entirely palming yourself under the covers of the hospital bed while listening to a playlist of Sam’s car talks. You started slow, and picked up the pace imagining he was pleasuring you with each bounce of his massive glutes against your thin hips, comprised almost entirely of muscle. Adding pain to the already brutal pace he’d set, in your bedridden state. You came as soon as you pictured him pressing your face into his hard pecs.

This would continue repeatedly for the next 3 days following the initial confirmation and your libido seemed to grow along side your anticipation but weakness followed behind.

You hoped the rest of the floor didn’t hear you, because if they did then they’d definitely hear you and Sam. Well… maybe you wouldn’t be that opposed to the possibility.

The door handle turned with a soft clicking noise followed by the nurse walking in to check your vitals as you drifted off to sleep. She didn’t attempt to make any conversation because this was routine most days for the two of you. With the click of her shoe she left the room, neglecting to turn the lights out.

Morning came and so did you, out of a restless sleep that is. You felt a sense of deja vu as your senses woke up with you. The room was too bright - the hospice nurse must have forgotten to turn the light switch off when she exited the room. You reached over to turn it off but paused when you saw the large silhouette of a man quietly sitting in one of the chairs next to your bed, alone.

What time was it? You struggled to sit up so you settled for bringing your hand to your face to rub your left eye groggily. The man, who you now recognize as Sam was lazily scrolling on his phone, unaware you had just woken up. You were glad. Even sat, you knew you weren’t prepared for how big the guy was, hopefully in all aspects. Did the nurse let him in?

It’s obvious that reality hadn’t completely sunk in for you, as you only became conscious less than 20 seconds ago. So, you were a little apathetic to the subject of countless wet dreams lounging next to you, completely clueless to this fact.

Until it did.

Your felt your eyes widen to an unnatural degree. Words didn’t dare leave your mouth for fear they’d draw his attention and ruin the scene in front of you. His face was nothing short of masculine. A strong jawline, perfectly defined, albiet a bit long. High cheekbones that casted shadows generously accentuating the contours of his face. Pink, full lips that naturally fell into a pout. His beauty can be best described is conventionally unconventional, and far from the average hypermasculine bodybuilders you’d expect. From his wild bronze curls, helmeted by an old cap, down to his unmiraculous foot wear. The freckles scattered across his nose and cheeks, among the heavy acne induced scaring, proved this.

You’d seen all of it, admired his appearance a hundred times before. But it’s incomparable to the real thing.

The breathe you had been holding in for what felt like forever forced it’s way out and to your disappointment, another pair of eyes met yours.

“Hey, dude.”

“Ha,” You responded weakly. “Hey-ha.”

Idiot.

Sam said something about the trip here. The weather had been hot, so the breeze had been nice. You stopped listening the moment he opened his mouth and instead hoped he could read you telepathically, so he’d know all he needed to know.

“Are you ok? The lady told me you were good to visit right now..” And suddenly there was an adorably concerned look on his face. Eyes full and nut-brown. He kind of looked like a sorry puppy-dog and it made you want to comfort him, like he was the one who’d die in a week.

You felt your eyes burn a little and you felt pressure building up in your chest. Your cheeks felt wet and before you knew it, you were sobbing. “I’m gonna die,” You barely made out through violent sniffles.

Without another word, Sam stood up and pulled you into an embrace, wrapping his broad arms around your weak shoulders. You felt bad, the awkward angle he was in was probably uncomfortable because he was bigger than the average guy.

“I know this is hard for you man. If you need me to do anything just say it,” he reassured in his deep, relaxing voice he seemed to always know how to use.

You knew there was still a very real possibility he’d reject you because he’s not into it or he simply doesn’t swing that way. But you miss all of the shots you don’t take.

“Oh..oh!”

The wet sounds of the two of you colliding became louder as Sam fucked himself on top of you harsher and harsher, per your request. He wasn’t holding his mini erection, so it bounced with him and drops of precum landed on your stomach.

Initially, you were less than impressed with Sam’s size but you should have expected it given his steroid use. Everything else has made up for it though, so the trade off was worth it.

Rose colored marks scattered his body, forming a map pointing to the hidden “treasure.” From his mighty shoulders, biceps, to his hips and his thighs. You raised your hand up weakly and came down with as much force as you could manage, which wasn’t much, on his ass earning a surprised grunt. You knew he never skipped a meal, and the violent recoil the layer of fat gave over his well-sculpted glutes further confirmed it.

You winced as you were grounded deeper in the already stressed hospital bed by the bodybuilder’s weight. He’d made the effort initially not to crush you, given his size, but that’s exactly what you wanted.

You hoped he hadn’t heard it under all of the huffing and puffing the guy had going on, was it the sex or the shitty diet? He sounded like he was going to have a heart attack after the first five strokes and he needed a break every time it seemed like you were close. Curse tren.

As frustrating as it was, you were grateful that the time you were spending together was drawn on longer. You still needed something more from him. When all of this was said and done you knew you were going to be miserable, so you thought ahead of time.

Unhanding his inhumanly waist, you’d gripped it so tightly you could see the print, your fingers inched upwards to the unsuspecting bodybuilder’s chest. He had his eyes squeezed shut, and teeth clenched, likely from the lack of lube available. You felt sorry that, assuming he hadn’t been with a man before this, you had been the first let into his backdoor. You weren’t anyone special. You were forced to drop out because of treatments so you couldn’t even finish college. You were as sick and as can be and nowhere on Sam’s level. The only reason he’s fucking you right now is because he feels sorry for you and you felt sorry for that. But not sorry enough to stop.

You knew you were being selfish, but this would be the best and only fuck of your life. Were you not allowed to enjoy that? We made due with spit if you were wondering. 1/10 wouldn’t recommend, dries quickly.

As soon as your digits met his acne-massacred chest he let out a soft gasp and his eyes shot open immediately.

“Please- let me,” You murmured in a horse voice. You needed to do this slowly and thoughtfully, didn’t need to freak him out unecsessary.

“Uhm. Alright.” He responded through labored breaths.

Score.

You began to massage his firm pecs gently, kneeding the beautifully plump mounds of flesh like you would dough. Your heart raced faster thinking about how they would taste, feel. Lick? Suck? Fuck? The possibilities.

Struggling to rationalize, you were overwhelmed by the situation as a whole. It took everything not to attempt to manhandle him and force him to crush you without warning. But that would be counterproductive. You knew you couldn’t pin the man even if you tried, not unless he wanted to be pinned. Even then, he’d still be able to overpower you and have it his way.

You wanted him to want to have you have it your way… but it would be smarter to just take what was given.

You moaned under him, desperate for anything you could get from him despite already having so much.

You were insatiable.

“Please..” You vocalized though groans and small cries, catching Sam’s attention once more. You already had your dick up my ass and now you’re fondling my chest. What else do you want from me? - was what he was probably thinking.

“W-what uh, what do you want?” Weird. He didn’t sound annoyed in the slightest. All his deep-tone conveyed was being a little drained, this was a workout after all, and you hadn’t even considered the trip here, he was probably exhausted right? You needed to find a way to show your gratitude.

“Sam, please let me kiss them.” You breathed out, louder than you intended to, taking yourself a little by surprise. And you weren’t the only one.

His expression was completely unreadable. But he hadn’t stopped the rhythm he was going at, although a bit slow now. Your hands still laid on his chest, now cradling it lightly.

“Hm.” He replied in thought. “Tell me how, uh, much you want this.”

Oh.

Oh?

“I need it-t like a dying man needing water.”

His beautiful smile returned and he chuckled somewhat. “Sorry.” He caught himself immediately after realizing how morbid this was.

But you weren’t finished. You had a one track mind and that track was leading to your eventual demise. There was no room for shame before and there isn’t now. “Please, let me kiss them. Please, please, Sam, let me have this. I want them on my face and in my mouth!” Sam stopped moving completely and stared at you in what look like disbelief. His body shook with laughter above you, causing the bed to vibrate. He laughed but not with cruelty, sounding genuinely entertained by this.

With a pleasant expression, he leaned down, close enough that he could feel your breath on his skin. Chest level with your face, he resumed his assault on your bottom half. With enough strength to hold his gigantic body from coming down on you completely, miraculously. Little did he know he was going to do it one way or another.

“Go nuts.”

As the heat of his tight hole expanded once more around you, he couldn’t stop yourself from gasping around his newly enveloped nipple. Desperately, like it was your life’s purpose to worship his tits, you sucked hard. They tasted salty, sweat leaking generously from his flesh and you wanted it all. He moaned loudly in surprise or delight at the vigor.

He steadied himself in a plank fashion, arms on each side of your head as he rode you more intensely than before.

You used some of your declining strength to wrap your arms around Sam’s wide torso and force your face to meet his ripped chest. The bodybuilder felt the collision like a punch and cried out in surprise.

“Whoa!”

Putting your plan into motion, you gave your best attempt at slamming yourself and the man back into the bed, back first. Catching him off guard, he lost his balance trying to hold himself up, not to hurt you. That powerful body smothered you involuntary, and without warning caused a long awaited orgasm deep inside of him with a snap against the fatigued hospital bed. Worried, Sam tried to separate the two of you to no avail. You weren’t letting him go that easily.

Using the last of your strength, you tightened both arms around him, tuning out his concerned words. This is the way you wanted it. His pecs pressed harsh, yet snugly around your face and squeezed, pressing your nose flat against his mighty frame. Forcing your head into the sensation of the pillows and your face in his marred flesh, you reveled in your new happiness. It would finally end, the pain and suffering, and it would end with the man you desired the most, Sam Sulek.

The weight and sheer size of his perfection made breathing completely impossible as his body pressed down against him completely.

Cries of pleasure erupted from your mouth but were muffled. Your lungs began to burn from the lack of oxygen, yet you forced yourself not to resist. Your dick throbbed, still, inside a panicked Sam as you continued to empty yourself inside of him, only further fueling your euphoria.

Even he couldn’t stop himself from shouting out at the sensations, but his hands gripped your shoulder tightly to tear himself off of you, but it was as if your semen had created an invisible seal connecting the two of you, one as strong as he was he could not break free of. He orgasmed harshly as you reached your peak before your bucking became weaker and faint.

It all became too much for you and the screams of pleasure turned into ones of desperation as your weak body's survival instincts woke up. Feeling lightheaded, the hands you used to hold him close began to beat him harshly, fighting for air, tearing against his thick, scarred pecs with your teeth.

Without relief you convulsed painfully, but he was already passed out on top of you, oblivious to what was happening. For several minutes you were like this, now limp under him. Your pulse weakened and weakened, then stopped.

An hour and a half had pasted before Sam awakened from his pleasure induced sleep to the horrifying scene before him. Finally being able to sit up, he loosed your tense limbs around his body, your face drenched with sweat and tears. His pecs were cut red and wet with combined sweat and spit that dripped down his pink skin to his abs.

The hold was broken and you had died.

Glossed over and lifeless eyes presented themselves to him without further explanation.

[bigshymen]

Writing another fanfic and this ones going to be the longest one

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reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

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i drink cow milk now because of sam sulek

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welcome

18

i like bodybuilders

bulking

taking up writing fanfics as a hobby

masterlist : here

all works are mine

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masterlist (2024)

sam sulek :

sam sulek x pilates fem reader (sfw)

sam sulek x masc reader (sfw)

sam sulek x masc reader HAPPY DEATH (nsfw)

sam sulek x fem reader SPRING CUT BULK? (PART 1)

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sam sulek is the only thing keeping me from being straight

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How do you get better at writing ? I analyze books I have for the style their written in and try to pick up some things, but it doesn’t feel good enough. I feel like my writing has poor pacing and the interactions between subjects in the text seem lifeless. How can I change this? I only write and upload one-shots for now because I’m scared to write an actual story.

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SAM SULEK X FEM READER WHO DOES PILATES

summary : sam, your boyfriend, is always out filming workout videos for his viewers and you begin to miss him. naturally, you drag him to a pilates class with you.

fit reader , oneshot , established relationship , suggestive topics , no smut

As a bodybuilding influencer, your boyfriend, Sam, was on top of it and as a result always going to events and busy filming things from his meals to his car rides and of course, getting his pump on at the gym. And as much as you’d like to get on top of him, that doesn’t last very long. While you’re proud of his success, you missed your oversized-care bear dearly.

This gave you the idea to surprise him by dragging him to a pilates class - something you’d been doing for years that you knew he’d never tried. It didn’t bother you that he had no interest in it, but what did was his underestimation of pilates. That was going to change today.

“Hurry up Sam! Don’t make us late.” You whinned, practically hauling him out the door as he grumbled unenthusiastically about not wanting to pay more for essentially “bending and stretching.”

The sight of someone as tiny as you pulling a giant like him inside the studio, and succeeding, was a comical display for the women already present in class, earning a few whispers. His massive frame towered over the pilates enthusiasts who were petite in comparison.

Sam reluctantly followed you hand-in-hand and as you two settled onto your respective mats, you couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of him slightly looking out of place admist the sea of colorful Alo bottoms and tank tops.

“Good evening everyone!” The instructor chirped before introducing herself to any newcomers as Alexis. She began to lead the class through a series of movements, explaining each one with precision in a soothing voice. You glanced over at Sam, who was already struggling to keep up with the intricate poses.

Despite his strength and overwhelming size, the graceful movements of pilates proved to be quite challenging for him. You tried to stifle your laughter as he wobbled during the balance exercises and grunted loudly through the core strengthening sequences, earning side looks from the women on neighboring mats.

But Sam was determined to prove you wrong, pushing himself to keep pace with the rest of the class. Sweat dripped down his brow as he tried to retain focus on Alexis’s instructions, his muscles trembling with exertion.

As the class progressed you couldn’t help but feel pride watching Sam be bested. He may have been a powerhouse in the gym, but pilates was a whole different ballgame - one that required flexibility and control rather than sheer brute strength.

Though you had to admit, you enjoyed seeing him like this a lot more then you probably should. Sam in motion is… distracting. You stopped pretending to pose and your eyes linger to his curly locks, wet with sweat and cradling his pink face. It’s a rare occurrence when you see his hair without the cap obscuring it. Simplified, his face can best be described as masculine. But not the overbearing hypermasculinity bodybuilders often seem to have.

Sam’s profile is delightfully male. Despite his skin being almost completely littered with acne scars and wearing a seemingly permanent flushed-color, there’s no denying he’s handsome, facial wise. The shorts he wore were always obscenely short and suddenly you’re hyper aware of the ladies around the two of you. You hoped they weren’t having any ideas, unless they fancied one inchers.

After what seemed like eternity of stretching and contorting, at least for Sam, the class came to a close. He flopped onto his mat with a dramatic sigh, the sound startling you and a few of the women but he seemed too tired to be embarrassed.

“That was tough,” He finally admitted after he gave up on sitting upright, panting deeply as his muscles throughly protest. The sheepish grin spreading across his face betrayed his body language.

You felt a smile forming on your own lips. Leaning over to give him a kiss on his scarlet cheek, you linger for a moment. It’s accompanied with a gentle pat against his solid chest. “You did great, hun. I’m happy you joined me.”

One of the young women peering discreetly from the left side of the room cringed.

[bigshymen]

Be the change you want to see

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SAM SULEK X MASC READER

summary : you’re excited to finally use that planet fitness membership you purchased because you want to achieve gains like your idol, sam sulek. what happens when you spot him on the only pull up machine in the gym?

skinny reader , insecurity , swearing , meet-cute & meet-sexy , one shot , no smut

You finally did it. You got the membership and you’re one step closer to achieving your goal physique. You stand nervously in the gym, feeling a bit overwhelmed amidst the clanging weights and the hum of the treadmills. Where should you start? Pull-ups are good for big shoulders right?

This Planet Fitness has only one pull-up machine and the guy using it is huge.

Taking a deep breath, you summoned the courage to approach the machine. As you got closer, you realized just how intimidatingly massive the guy currently preoccupying it was. He was as if one of those larger than life influencers walked out of a phone screen.

His posterior was as sculpted as his back under his thin-looking black tee, leaving almost nothing to the imagination regarding his top half. You couldn’t help but feel a sense of familiarity when you noticed the cap obscuring his head full of long and pretty bronze curls.

Your feelings of inadequacy only increased while watching the mysterious man preform each pull up with ease, his muscles ripping with each rep. You couldn’t help but admire him from afar, your heart pounding even harder as you continued to watch in awe.

With a flush of embarrassment, you realize how creepy you must seem and you look away wist pretending to be engrossed in the settings on a nearby treadmill.

But fate seemed to have other plans as the specimen of a man finished his set, breathing hard, hopped off of the machine. Landing next you and turning around, manuvering his muscular body gracefully, he reveals himself as none other than Sam Sulek?!

You can’t stop yourself from racking your eyes from his traps to his perfectly sculpted calves. Strong thighs you want to feel beneath your hands, his shorts just indecent enough to expose it all. Is this real?

Fuck. You’re such a pervert. You catch yourself staring and look up at the kind of cute and confused face of your gym idol-influencer-crush. Did he say something?

“Sorry for hogging the machine, dude. I’m finished now.” He apologizes, a hit of nervousness in that same smooth, deep voice of his you’ve fallen asleep to countless times on video. “No, no, you’re good.” You stammered in response to the giant’s infectiously gentle demeanor. Internally you grimaced at how unsteady and high pitched your voice sounded. Letting out an awkward laugh you and he proceed to shift around each other to let the other have a turn on the machine, given Sam’s huge frame in contrast to your tiny one.

Thankfully, filling the silence, Sam takes the initiative to revive the conversation and the two of you have a light hearted back and forth while he takes a break after finishing his sets. You hesitantly share that you’re new to lifting, gesturing to your gangly physique, and that you actually don’t know how to do a proper pull-up.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Sam.” He introduces himself out of the blue, extending a confident hand. It begins to dawn on you when your shaky and slightly sweating digits meet his that he doesn’t know you’re a fan. He shakes your hand firmly, his white smile only widening. “Don’t worry, everyone’s nervous when they start. I can show you the ropes if you want.”

Your nerves instantly eased up at Sam’s friendliness and you couldn’t stop your face heating up from his brief touch. The two of you moved in sync to the pull up machine while Sam began to explain his technique. You tried to focus on his instructions, but it was hard to concentrate with his close proximity and his overwhelming presence.

Attempting your first pull up, you couldn’t help but steal fleeting glances at Sam, who stood nearby offering encouragement.

You’d take the secret to the grave if it meant the start of something more.