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Unleash Your Inner Strength with Kettlebell Workouts: Swing into Action!

Hey there, fitness enthusiasts and curious minds alike! If you’re on the lookout for a workout that’s more exciting than a morning coffee and packs a punch like a superhero, then it’s time to dive into the exhilarating world of kettlebell workouts. Hold onto your imaginary capes as we take you on a journey through the dynamic realm of kettlebell swings, snatches, and squats that promise to…

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Chest Workout

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Micro Workouts for Maximum Results: Fitness routines you can do in 5-10 minutes a day.

In today’s fast-paced world, finding time for a comprehensive workout can be challenging. Enter micro workouts—a revolutionary approach to fitness that allows you to achieve significant results in just 5-10 minutes a day. These condensed sessions focus on high-intensity, efficient movements that maximize calorie burn and build strength, making them ideal for busy professionals, parents, or anyone…

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Neetu Kapoor’s Fitness Routine Will Inspire You To Start The Weekend On A Fit Note

Last Updated:June 21, 2025, 20:37 IST On International Yoga Day, Neetu Kapoor shared a video of herself perfoming kettlebell swings like a pro. Her video has left her fans inspired. Neetu Kapoor shares kettlebell workout video on International Yoga Day. On International Yoga Day, veteran actor Neetu Kapoor took to her social media to share a snippet from her workout routine. The video has gone…

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Régime Natman Vérité Choquante sur la Perte de Poids

Découvrez comment ce régime express peut transformer votre silhouette en seulement quelques jours

Vous cherchez une solution rapide et efficace pour perdre du poids ? Le régime Natman fait parler de lui depuis des années comme l'une des méthodes les plus drastiques pour obtenir des résultats visibles en un temps record.

Cette approche nutritionnelle promet une perte de poids spectaculaire de 4 kilogrammes en seulement 4 jours. Mais derrière cette promesse alléchante se cache une méthode qui demande rigueur et détermination.

L'Origine du Régime Natman : Une Histoire Méconnue

Le régime Natman tire son nom de l'anglais "National Army Man", faisant référence à son origine militaire présumée. Bien que ses véritables racines restent floues, cette méthode aurait été développée pour permettre aux soldats de perdre du poids rapidement avant des missions importantes.

Cette approche hypocalorique s'inspire des régimes d'urgence utilisés dans certains contextes médicaux. Son principe repose sur une restriction calorique drastique combinée à une sélection très spécifique d'aliments.

Vous voulez connaître tous les secrets de cette méthode révolutionnaire ?👉 Découvrez le guide complet ici

Les Fondements Scientifiques du Régime Natman

Cette méthode repose sur plusieurs principes nutritionnels bien établis. La restriction calorique extrême force l'organisme à puiser dans ses réserves énergétiques, créant un déficit qui favorise la perte de poids rapide.

L'élimination quasi-totale des glucides pousse le corps vers un état de cétose légère, où les graisses deviennent la source d'énergie principale. Cette transition métabolique explique en partie l'efficacité remarquable de cette approche.

Les Mécanismes Physiologiques en Jeu

Plusieurs processus biologiques s'activent simultanément lors de ce régime :

Déplétion du glycogène : Les réserves de sucre se vident rapidement

Perte hydrique : L'eau liée au glycogène est éliminée

Activation lipolytique : Les graisses commencent à être mobilisées

Réduction de l'inflammation : Moins de rétention d'eau

Les Éléments Clés qui Font le Succès du Régime Natman

La réussite de cette méthode ne tient pas au hasard. Plusieurs facteurs critiques déterminent son efficacité et expliquent pourquoi certaines personnes obtiennent des résultats spectaculaires.

La Qualité des Aliments Autorisés

Chaque aliment inclus dans ce régime a été sélectionné pour ses propriétés spécifiques. Les protéines maigres maintiennent la masse musculaire, tandis que les légumes apportent les micronutriments essentiels sans calories excessives.

La fraîcheur des produits joue un rôle crucial. Des aliments de qualité optimisent l'absorption des nutriments et soutiennent les processus de détoxification naturels de l'organisme.

L'Importance du Timing

La répartition des repas sur la journée influence directement l'efficacité du régime. Le respect des horaires aide à maintenir un métabolisme stable malgré la restriction calorique importante.

L'espacement entre les repas permet également une meilleure digestion et une utilisation optimale des nutriments ingérés.

Les Facteurs de Réussite Souvent Négligés

Au-delà de l'alimentation, plusieurs éléments déterminent le succès de votre régime Natman. L'hydratation joue un rôle fondamental dans l'élimination des toxines et le maintien d'un métabolisme efficace.

Le sommeil influence directement les hormones de la faim et de la satiété. Une nuit de repos insuffisante peut compromettre vos efforts et ralentir la perte de poids.

L'Environnement Psychologique

Votre état d'esprit détermine largement votre capacité à tenir ce régime exigeant. La préparation mentale et la motivation sont des alliés indispensables pour surmonter les moments difficiles.

L'entourage joue également un rôle crucial. Un soutien familial et social facilite grandement l'adhésion au programme et augmente les chances de succès.

Les Outils et Ressources Indispensables

Certains éléments pratiques peuvent faire la différence entre échec et réussite. Une balance de cuisine précise permet de respecter les portions recommandées sans approximation.

Un journal alimentaire aide à maintenir la discipline et à identifier les moments de faiblesse. Cette traçabilité renforce la conscience alimentaire et l'engagement personnel.

Les Applications de Suivi

Les outils numériques modernes offrent un support précieux pour suivre votre progression. Certaines applications permettent de calculer automatiquement les calories et de visualiser vos résultats.

Ces technologies facilitent également le partage d'expérience avec d'autres personnes suivant le même régime, créant une dynamique de groupe motivante.

Maximiser l'Impact de Votre Régime Natman

L'efficacité de cette méthode peut être optimisée par plusieurs stratégies complémentaires. L'activité physique légère, comme la marche, stimule la circulation et favorise l'élimination.

Les techniques de relaxation aident à gérer le stress généré par la restriction alimentaire. La méditation ou la respiration profonde peuvent considérablement améliorer votre expérience.

La Préparation Post-Régime

Anticiper la période qui suit le régime Natman est crucial pour maintenir les résultats obtenus. Une stratégie de transition alimentaire progressive évite l'effet yo-yo redouté.

La planification de vos repas futurs vous aide à conserver de bonnes habitudes alimentaires sur le long terme. Cette vision d'ensemble transforme une perte de poids temporaire en changement durable.

Vers une Transformation Durable

Au-delà de la perte de poids rapide, cette expérience peut devenir le point de départ d'une relation plus saine avec l'alimentation. Les 4 jours de régime strict enseignent la discipline et la conscience nutritionnelle.

Cette méthode révèle souvent des habitudes alimentaires inconscientes et ouvre la voie à des changements plus profonds. Beaucoup découvrent qu'ils peuvent vivre avec moins et mieux choisir leurs aliments.

Le régime Natman représente bien plus qu'une simple perte de poids express. C'est une opportunité de reprendre le contrôle sur votre alimentation et de découvrir votre capacité de changement.

Prêt à démarrer votre transformation ? Ne manquez aucun détail de cette méthode éprouvée !👉 Accédez au guide détaillé maintenant

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Kettlebells, oder Kugelhanteln, stammen ursprünglich aus Russland, haben aber mittlerweile die Fitnesswelt umgekrempelt. Sie ermöglichen gezieltes Krafttraining genauso wie ein effizientes Ganzkörpertraining. Hier erfahren Sie alles Wichtige.

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AI-Assisted Kettlebell Workouts: Boost Strength and Prevent Injury Today

Discover how AI-assisted kettlebell workouts can boost your strength, improve form, and help prevent injuries! Check out my latest blog post for tips on using AI to enhance your fitness routine. 💪 #AIworkouts #KettlebellTraining #FitnessTech

AI-Assisted Kettlebell Workouts In today’s fitness landscape, technology continues to evolve, offering new ways to enhance personal training. One of these innovations involves using AI-assisted coaching to fine-tune workout routines and help prevent injuries. Recently, I had an interactive experience with AI during one of my kettlebell workouts, where I utilised a live chat assistant (ChatGPT…

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Gym Crush ~ older joel miller x f!reader

A/N: there’s a guy in my gym that looks alike joel in season 2 and he’s scrumptious delicious but I can’t make any moves because I’m an awkward fuck and I'm afraid I'll be a homewrecker howeverrrr today he helped me with the hip thrust machine and that's as close as I'll ever get to him.

warnings: large age gap (reader is in her twenties and joel is around his fifties), sexual tension (no explicit smut yet, but heavy physical tension, intimate kissing...), mild language "bitch", sexual verbal harassment (not from joel!!), protective behavior, threat (joel threatening someone else)

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Joel watched you from a short distance as you picked up a weight almost three times your size and carried it—with all your strength—to the middle of the weight area.

He watched as you got into a squat position—a wrong one—and started moving in a squat motion. He shook his head slightly.

Either you were new or overestimated yourself trying to pull a squat with a 30kg kettlebell. He thought about minding his own business and continuing his own set—but he couldn’t just let you hurt yourself.

He tapped your shoulder gently, and you dropped the weight. Startled, you pulled out one of your headphones and looked up at him.

“Don’t mean to disturb you,” he said, calm and low, “but I couldn’t just stand by and let you get hurt. You should try with a different weight—lower, maybe.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Are you saying that cause I’m a woman?”

“No, I’m saying it ’cause I’ve seen it before—and I’ve felt it. You don’t want to throw out your back or wreck your knee. Trust me—once you hit my age, you’ll regret it.”

You chuckled and crouched to pick the kettlebell back up. Strange—five minutes ago, it hadn’t felt this heavy.

Joel watched your struggle and stepped in again, lifting it easily with one hand.

“Allow me, doll.”

You watched him carry it back to the rack and pick up a different kettlebell. He wasn’t trying to diminish you really, he brought a 25kg weight in one hand and a 20kg in the other.

“Since you seem mighty powerful,” he said with a teasing glint in his eye, “you could probably handle either of these.”

He set them at your feet.

“Try.”

You reached for the 25kg and tried a set. It was okay—but heavier than you wanted to admit. Still, no way you were about to embarrass yourself in front of the gorgeous, gruff man standing over you.

Joel seemed to sense it. He set a hand on your shoulder and gave it a gentle pat.

“That’s alright, shake it off. Try the other one"

You nodded, biting your lip, and picked up the 20kg. Better. Still heavy—but manageable.

“There you go, doll,” he said, smiling like he was proud. “Don’t worry—you’ll get stronger and lift heavier. The key is not to mess up your back.”

With that, he walked off. Back to his own set—but now with one eye still on you. Just in case. If you grabbed another too-heavy weight, he’d be there.

By the end of your workout, you crossed paths again—this time at the walking pads.

“Hey, savior,” you smiled, setting your water bottle in one holder and your phone in the other.

He chuckled at the nickname.

“You save lives often around here?”

“I don’t mean to, I just observe a lot and happen to intervene”

“You new here?”

“I try not to,” he said with a shrug. “I just watch a lot. Sometimes I step in.”

You nodded, heart still a little elevated.

“You new here?” he asked, glancing sideways at you as you started the pad.

“Yeah,” you nodded. I moved to the city about a month ago. Still getting used to it. New job, new apartment, new gym…” You smiled. “Figured I’d build a routine before the chaos set in.”

“Smart,” he said, nodding. “You’ll get the hang of it.” Then, a small smirk. “Already off to a strong start.”

You laughed at that—something about his voice made compliments sound earned, not empty.

The treadmill kept humming under your feet. Comfortable silence. Just the two of you walking, letting the post-workout adrenaline settle.

“You come here every morning?” you asked after a beat.

“Most days,” he replied. “Early’s quieter. Fewer idiots, usually.”

“Except for me and my tragic squat form.”

He chuckled low in his throat.

“You’re not an idiot. Just new. Big difference.”

You smiled to yourself and let that be the end of it.

After that day, you continued showing up. And so does he.

It becomes a routine without either of you naming it. He spots you during your sets sometimes. You bring him a spare protein bar once. He teases your playlists. You tease his ancient headphones.

You think about him more than you’d admit. But you never cross the line. Not even when he lets his hand linger on your back a little too long. Not even when he brushes your fingers as he passes you a weight.

You don’t make a move.

Because—what if?

What if he thinks you're just a silly girl with a crush on the hot older guy?

What if it makes things awkward? Or worse—makes him leave?

What you don’t know is he’s thinking the same damn thing.

He watches you out of the corner of his eye every time you laugh at one of your own jokes. Every time you push through a hard set. Every time you flash that proud little smile when you hit a PR.

He tells himself he’s just being friendly.

He tells himself he’s too old to be looking at you like that.

But it’s getting harder every day.

Then, the tension happens.

You both stayed a little longer than usual, finishing up extra sets. The gym is quiet—just a few stragglers and the soft echo of music bouncing off the walls.

You’re at the stretching area, tying your hair up again, when Joel walks over, towel slung around his neck, shirt damp with sweat.

“Still at it?” His voice is low, that rough rasp even more gravelly this late.

“You know me,” you say, sitting back into a stretch. “Trying to prove I can handle more than a 20kg bell.”

He huffs a laugh and crouches beside you, adjusting the towel on his shoulder.

“Told you—you’ll get there. Already stronger than most.”

“You always say that, but I'm still stuck with 20."

“Easy tiger, you're getting there"

There’s a beat of silence. You glance over. He’s already looking at you—his gaze soft but unreadable.

And that’s when it happens.

A flicker. Something unspoken is rising between you.

“You ever train with someone?” you ask, a little quieter now. “Like… actually work out with a partner?”

He tilts his head and thinks.

“Not in a long time. Why?”

You shrug, trying to play it off.

“Just thought—maybe you and I could try it sometime. I mean, you already spot me half the time.”

His eyes linger on you a little longer than usual. Like he’s deciding if it's the right thing to do.

“Yeah,” he says finally, voice lower. “I’d like that.”

There’s something there in his tone. Something new.

You nod slowly, holding his gaze. He nods back.

The air gets a little too still. You’re too aware of how close his knee is to yours. How good he smells—sweat, cedar, something warm and masculine.

And then, almost, he reaches out—just brushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

But then someone drops a weight behind you.

The spell breaks.

You both flinch and turn.

He stands up quickly, clearing his throat.

“I should… probably head out.”

“Yeah. Me too.”

You walk out together, but a little quieter than usual. Something's shifted. Something happened.

Not everything, but just enough.

The next morning feels...different.

Not in a bad way—just off. A little too aware of each other. You say “morning” like always. He tosses you a spare sweat towel like he usually does. But your fingers brush a little too long. His gaze lingers a little too low before darting away.

Still, you both pretend nothing happened.

You warm up on your own, trying to shake the strange buzz in your chest. You chalk it up to sleep deprivation. Or the pre-workout drink. Or him.

You're mid-set—deep in a tough rep—when some asshole guy you don’t know struts over. Smirking.

He’s the type who lifts just to be loud. One of those guys. Probably couldn’t spell “glute” if you spotted him the G and the L.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he grins, stepping too close. “You always squat that low, or is this just for me?”

You pause mid-motion. Eyebrow twitching. Trying to ignore him.

“Busy,” you say, short and clipped.

“Come on, don’t be shy. You in those little shorts—can’t expect a guy to keep his eyes to himself.”

He’s way too close now, crowding your space.

That’s when Joel appears.

You don’t even see him come over. You just feel the shift in the air.

He steps between you and the guy. Slow. Calm. But his shoulders are tense. Jaw set.

“You heard her,” he says, voice low. “She’s busy.”

The guy scoffs.

“Who the fuck are you? Her dad?” He laughs. “Why do you care, grandpa?”

Joel doesn't blink. Doesn’t flinch.

He steps forward—just barely. But it’s enough. The tension radiates off him like heat.

“I think you better walk away,” Joel says, voice like gravel, “before you regret it.”

The guy’s smile falters.

He opens his mouth—then closes it. Realizes what he's dealing with.

“Whatever,” he mutters, backing off. “Bitch isn’t even worth it.”

You flinch at the word. Joel’s hand flexes like he’s holding back from knocking teeth in. But he lets the guy walk.

He turns to you.

“You okay?”

You nod, cheeks burning. Embarrassed. Angry.

“Yeah, I just—” You shake your head, suddenly too aware of your own body. “I probably had it coming. Dressed like this in these shorts.”

Joel’s expression changes. All that quiet fury shifts—not at you, never at you—but at the fact you’d even think that.

“Don’t say that.”

You glance up, surprised at how serious he sounds.

“There’s not a damn thing wrong with you or what you’re wearin’. That guy was a prick. That’s on him. Not you.”

You open your mouth to argue—but nothing comes out.

He softens. His hand grazes your arm gently.

“You hear me?”

You nod, throat tight.

“Yeah. I hear you.”

Truth was, Joel had been staring at you, too.

It was impossible not to.

He told himself it was pride—he’d helped you with form, corrected your weight, spotted your squats more times than he could count. He should be proud your glutes had grown the way they had.

But lately?

Pride was harder to separate from something else.

He kept it subtle. Discreet. Respectful. Not like that asshole. Joel knew how to look without making you feel small. Without making it about him.

Still, when you bent over to re-rack your weights, or dropped low into a perfect squat… Yeah. His gaze lingered a little longer than it should.

And he hated himself for it.

But God—you were a sight.

After that scene, Joel insists on walking you out.

“Just to your car,” he says, like it’s nothing. Like his hands hadn’t just curled into fists over you.

You don’t argue. He walks a half-step behind you, gaze still sharp like he’s expecting another problem to round the corner. Silent the whole way.

When you reach your car, you turn to face him, hand on the handle and smile up at him.

“Thanks,” you say, voice quieter now. “For stepping in. And for walking me.”

He gives a small nod, hands in his pockets.

“Didn’t sit right. That guy was outta line.”

“Still…” you hesitate. “I’m sorry he said what he said...about you.”

His jaw tenses, but he shrugs.

"He's just an asshole. Words don’t mean much comin’ from someone who can’t even rack his own weights.”

You laugh softly, then pause—because you can feel it. The shift. That weight between you.

Joel glances at your car, then back at the gym, hands still in his pockets.

“You good to continue alone tomorrow?” he asks, voice rough. Then, more carefully— “Or… you wanna train together?”

The question lands softly—but it lingers. Like he’s testing the waters. Like he’s not just asking about sets and reps. Like maybe he wants to be there for more than just that.

You look at him in the light—really look. Hair damp at the edges from sweat. That gray t-shirt hugging his chest. Hands flexing like he’s trying not to reach for something.

You nod, heartbeat picking up.

“Yeah. I’d like that.”

He starts to turn, giving you one last nod, and turns around to step away—

That’s when you do it.

Quick, instinctive—you reach for his wrist. He stops. Looks down. Then up at you.

You step in closer.

The sunlight makes everything sharp. No shadows. No excuses. Just you and him standing there in plain sight.

Joel’s eyes search yours—quick, wild, unsure—pupils blown wide even in the harsh daylight. His chest rises like he’s holding his breath.

You kiss him.

No warning. No words. Just your mouth on his, hands curling into the fabric of his shirt like it’s the only thing anchoring you.

He freezes—for the briefest moment.

Then he kisses you back.

Harder.

One hand grips your waist, the other slides up your back, pulling you flush against him. His mouth moves with heat, control slipping by the second. It’s not gentle. It’s not frantic either.

It’s pent-up.

Like every lingering look, every soft-spoken “good job, sweetheart,” every moment spent standing a little too close in the weight area—was leading here.

And in the full light of day, right there in the gym parking lot, he kisses you like he’s starving.

When it ends—when breath becomes necessary—he pulls back just an inch, eyes still closed, like the sunlight might take it all away if he opens them.

You break apart just enough to breathe.

Just enough for him to whisper against your lips:

“Wasn’t expectin’ that.”

You manage a shaky smile, heart pounding.

“Would’ve done it sooner if I thought you wanted me to.”

He lets out a breath—half-laugh, half-growl—low and wrecked.

His forehead rests against yours. He shakes his head once.

“Shit, darlin’…” His hand grazes your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek. “You have no idea.”

There’s a pause. Long enough for the silence to throb between you.

Then he leans in again, lips hovering beside your ear—

“Hope you’re ready for what comes next.”

You step back, just enough to breathe again. Smile—nervous, dizzy.

“See you tomorrow?”

Joel smirks, slow and sure, like a man already plotting something dangerous.

“Wouldn’t miss it.”

You get in your car, still shaking slightly, and look at him one last time through the window.

He’s standing there—hands in his pockets, chest rising slow.

His jaw is clenched.

But his lips?

Curved into the faintest smirk.

Not cocky. Not smug.

Just… wrecked. Quietly wrecked.

Like a man trying hard to look composed— but already ruined by the taste of something he knows he’s not going to stop wanting.

You drive away.

And he watches you until you’re gone.

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5 Best Kettlebell Exercises to Include in Your Workout For Beginners

Kettlebells are an adaptable exercise tool that may help you develop your ideal body type by increasing strength and endurance. Here are the top kettlebells to use for at-home training!

Choosing the ideal exercise equipment for your home gym may be very difficult. However, we're here to simplify your life by selecting the top kettlebells for at-home training. If you're unfamiliar with kettlebells, you should be aware that they are made of cast steel or iron balls with a handle fastened to the top! It gets its unusual name because it looks like a kettle.

Why are kettlebells the answer, you ask? Well, for starters, Kettlebells full body workout helps like no other. Read more to know five more kettlebells workout. From swinging to snatching, these cannonball like weights can do it all.

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Master Your Blood Sugar: Daily Kettlebell Workouts for Optimal A1C Management

Kettlebell exercises, recognized for their dynamic, whole-body workout approach, have a significant impact on blood sugar management, particularly beneficial for individuals monitoring their A1C levels. The A1C test measures the average blood sugar (glucose) levels over the past three months, reflecting long-term glucose control. Kettlebell workouts, by their nature, can be a powerful tool in controlling blood sugar levels.

Impact of Kettlebell Exercise on Blood Sugar

Enhanced Glucose Uptake: Kettlebell exercises, often involving high-intensity interval training (HIIT), have been shown to enhance the body’s ability to utilize glucose. This is primarily due to increased muscle activity, which demands more glucose as a fuel source. A study published in the "Journal of Strength and Conditioning Research" indicated that participants engaging in HIIT workouts, similar in intensity to kettlebell exercises, experienced improved blood sugar levels.

Improved Insulin Sensitivity: Regular physical activity, such as kettlebell training, can improve insulin sensitivity. This means that cells in muscles, fat, and the liver are better able to absorb glucose from the bloodstream. The "American Diabetes Association" suggests that muscle-strengthening activities, which include kettlebell workouts, are beneficial in reducing the risk of type 2 diabetes and managing blood glucose levels.

Aiding Weight Management: Excess weight, particularly around the abdomen, is a risk factor for diabetes and poor blood sugar control. Kettlebell exercises are effective for weight loss and management, as they combine strength training with cardiovascular fitness. A study from "The American Journal of Lifestyle Medicine" highlights the efficacy of kettlebell training in reducing body fat percentage, which is directly linked to improved blood sugar control.

Stress Reduction: Exercise is known to reduce stress, which in turn, can positively affect blood sugar levels. Chronic stress can lead to elevated cortisol levels, which can affect blood sugar control. Engaging in regular kettlebell workouts can mitigate stress, thus indirectly aiding in better blood sugar management.

Daily Kettlebell Routine for A1C Management

To harness these benefits, here’s a daily kettlebell routine designed to help with A1C management. Before starting any new exercise routine, it's essential to consult with a healthcare professional, especially for individuals with existing health conditions.

Warm-Up (5 minutes)

- Light jogging or brisk walking

- Arm and leg swings

Kettlebell Circuit (20-30 minutes)

Kettlebell Swings (3 sets of 15 reps): Excellent for boosting heart rate and enhancing glucose uptake by large muscle groups.

Kettlebell Goblet Squats (3 sets of 12 reps): Focuses on the lower body, improving muscle mass and insulin sensitivity.

Kettlebell Lunges (3 sets of 10 reps each leg): Enhances balance and functional strength, important for overall fitness.

Kettlebell Deadlifts (3 sets of 12 reps): Strengthens the posterior chain, crucial for posture and metabolic health.

Kettlebell Russian Twists (3 sets of 20 reps): Targets the core, aiding in weight management.

Cool Down (5 minutes)

- Stretching focusing on major muscle groups

- Deep breathing exercises

Kettlebell exercises offer a comprehensive approach to exercise that can significantly impact blood sugar control and overall health. Their ability to integrate strength, cardiovascular fitness, and functional movement makes them an ideal choice for managing A1C levels. As always, individual workouts should be tailored to personal fitness levels and health conditions, with professional guidance where necessary.

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I saw this tiktok video a looong time ago with these two women firefighters who have toned bodies and it got me thinking of a scenario with the l&ds boys.

Imagine MC/Reader fighting some wanderes or working out at the Hunters training center and Tara or some civilian noticed just how well tone she is and decide to make a post or video about her. Now MC/Reader is know as the "Hot Hunter"

I would love to see the boys reaction to MC/Reader new found attention and all the horny comments she is getting.

Hot Hunter

Warnings: mild boner descriptions, some grinding and twerking, suggestive dialogue, mostly harmless A/n: Thank you so much for sending this in @deputy-videogamer! It was fun imagining the men's reactions to this scenario. Hope you enjoy this! Just an FYI this was combined with another similar request for Zayne getting hard at the gym for MC. Not really proofread.

You carefully set up your camera and peeked at the screen one last time before picking up a pair of weights off the rack. Although working out was mostly necessary because of your job, it was more bearable now that you had a buddy.

You glance over at Zayne, who's flexing his shoulders, having finished a set on the chin-up bar. He catches your eye, his lips forming a subtle smile before he grabs the bar and lifts himself up again. You allow yourself a brief moment of indulgence, admiring how the fabric scrunches over his broad shoulders before returning to your own workout.

You're live now and already have viewers coming in. Tara insisted that posting hunter workouts was a great way to get audience engagement since many people are focusing on their health nowadays. You demonstrated some basic exercises and how to position the weights, correcting your form as you did so.

Sweat forms on your forehead as you go through the motions, your toned muscles tightening under the skin as you curl and relax. After a few sets, you decide squats are in order. You replace the dumbells and instead, pick up a heavier kettlebell. Turning so that your audience could clearly see your form and how you were adjusting your feet, you bend, feeling your thigh muscles stretch, and your ass tensing as you went down before slowly coming back up. Suddenly there’s a surge in the audience, the numbers rising up and the phone starts to ping continuously as comments flood the live stream. 

Wondering what could have happened, you’re about to get up but are spared as out of nowhere, Zayne suddenly snatches up your phone. His sharp eyes scan the screen, and there’s tension in the set of his mouth as he reads the comments.

“Zayne?” You ask from the floor, still squatting. He makes his way over to you. 

“Is there a reason you’re recording your workout?” Zayne asks, his eyes still moving over the screen. 

“Oh Tara suggested it. We get a lot of questions about our work out routine since we’re hunters. Why?”

“Well…it appears you may have gotten some…raunchy comments.” 

“What? No way!” Your eyes widen. “What are they saying?”

Zayne’s eyes flick uncertainly to your face before he clears his throat. “Well. Most of them seem to have a fruit.”

“A fruit?”

“A peach, to be precise.” A snort of laughter forces its way from your body. 

“Are you serious? There’s no way!” Zayne resignedly shows you the comments and indeed, every other one seemed to be the peach emoji.

“That hunter ass.” You’re amused as you read another one. “Hunter got the buns and the bakery. Look at that cake. Hunter workouts: the key to having a juicy peach.” The comments keep pouring in, and Zayne’s eyes darken as they get progressively thirstier. One in particular, coming from an anonymous commenter, said, “you can squat on my face miss hunter.” With a huff, Zayne ends the livestream. 

“Hey!” You protest as he pockets the device. “It was starting to get good.”

“I see. So lewd compliments about your rear are ‘good’.” Zayne’s eyes have a glint in them, and sulking, you stand, all motivation for your workout disappearing like rain. 

“I don’t see why those comments had to be so inappropriate.” Zayne bites out as he crosses his arms disprovingly. 

“It’s the internet.” You grumble as you start to put the weights back on the rack. “Who’s polite on the internet?” You back up and bump into a sturdy wall of muscle. Before you can register what’s happening, Zayne’s deep voice growls in your ear. 

“Have I not complimented you enough? Why are you looking for validation from strangers?” Caged between the rack and his body, you squirm, your ass inadvertently brushing against the junction of his thighs. Instantly, you feel him hardening, the warm, firmness of his cock pushing up invitingly against your bottom. 

“Well Dr. Zayne, it looks like you were saving your best compliment for last,” you tease and innocently reach down to pick up a lighter weight, your bottom rubbing provocatively against his erection as you bend over and straighten. You stifle a giggle as Zayne spins you around, biting your lip and looking at him with mischievous eyes. Zayne's hands tighten on your hips.

“This ‘cake’ belongs exclusively to me. We’ve worked out enough. I need to raise my sugar levels."

Rafayel didn’t like working out. He made this very obvious as he grumbled during your daily jog. It’s been 10 minutes and his cheeks are red, locks of his hair out of place, and plastered to his forehead with sweat. His breath comes in pants as he tries to keep up with you. 

“For being my bodyguard, you seem to always find new ways to kill me!” You look back over your shoulder and see him starting to slow down. Taking pity on him, you run in place and allow him to catch up. When he does, Rafayel moans and leans against a tree. “Are we done yet? This is torture!” 

You check your phone and try not to laugh at his state. “This is hardly anything Raf. We still have 2 miles to go.”

“2 miles?!” Rafayel crosses his arms and shakes his head no. “I refuse to believe it. You’re just saying that to trick me into running more than what was promised!”

Rolling your eyes but still amused, you playfully poke his ribs. “I’m really not. C’mon it’s a beautiful day out! We’re getting all this fresh air and enjoying all the greenery-”

“Fresh and green is for bunnies! I’m exhausted. Just let me rest ok?” He drinks from his water bottle and you wait patiently for him, stretching as he does so. Two men who had been sprinting briskly around the path when you had started now slow down as they near. They glance appreciatively at you, grinning at Rafayel. 

“You can run this round with us if you want. Let your friend rest.” One of them says sportingly, glancing at Rafayel’s disheveled state. Rafayel bristles at the implication. 

“Hey! I was just catching my breath!”

“Of course you were!” The other man interjects quickly, trying to quell Rafayel’s ire. “You just looked like you could use the break. She looks like she has a lot of energy! Could run this whole trail before either of us make it to the halfway mark.”

Noticing the ominous shadow starting to grow on his face, you laugh, trying to dispel the tension. “Thanks. But I’m taking a break too. This was probably going to be my last mile.”

“Really?” The first man looks surprised. “With the way you were going, I thought you were going for at least 2 more. Are you a marathoner?”

You shake your head politely. “Hunter.”

“Oh! No wonder!” Both men smile dazzlingly. “Obviously hunters have to stay in good shape!”

“We do,” you say lightly, pretending to ignore Rafayel glowering behind you. “It’s a very physically demanding job.”

“Yeah,” Rafayel pipes up suddenly. “And she has very little time to herself. So we have to get going if it’s not too much trouble.”

Understanding the hint, the men nod at Rafayel. “Well enjoy your weekend then! Feel free to join us if you change your mind.” They run off and Rafayel glares at them. 

“Feel free to join us,” he says in a mocking tone as he watches them sprint away. “We’re never coming back to this park again.”

“Oh Rafayel, they were just being friendly.” You start to power walk and Rafayel follows suit. 

“No they weren’t! Didn’t you hear them? Let your friend rest. You look like you have a lot of energy! They were totally hitting on you!” You snort at his tone because he sounded so adorable right now.

“There’s nothing funny about strange men trying to hit on my girl. You’re already thinking of leaving me aren’t you?” Rafayel pouts, and you stop in your tracks before you fall over laughing. Cupping his sulky face between your hands, you quickly peck him on the lips, catching him off guard, because he’s blushing when you move away.

“I’d never leave you Raf. My breathless little fishball.”

“You can’t just insult me to my face and think it’s all ok!”

“Oh, so many people stitched my workout videos!” You’re lazing on Sylus’s lap as he works out the knots in your shoulders from your most recent sparring session. You wince as he squeezes a tender spot. 

“Ouch.”

“Ouch? What happened to no pain no gain?” Sylus teases you. 

“It doesn’t always have to hurt.” You absently open a random stitch notification and watch as a burly, muscled, man talks into the camera while holding a plank. 

“Ok Miss Hunter! You said you can plank for 10 minutes no sweat! I’m gonna beat that record!” The man on the screen balances himself and the timer on the video starts. The sound of his heavy breathing fills the room and Sylus raises an eyebrow. 

“Sweetie, you know you can tell me if you’re watching adult videos right?” You pinch his thigh, satisfied when he twitches.

“No need to get defensive.” His hands wander to your lower back and he continues to massage you. You watch the video intently. The man who had stitched your video was already starting to lose balance; his forearms were quivering from the effort. The timer continues counting, but right at the eight-minute mark the man groans and breaks position. He laughs and winks at the camera. 

“Maybe you should give me a private lesson Miss Hunter!” he says jokingly before the video ends. The comments section is filled with comedic jabs at the man, saying he better last longer than that in other aspects.

“Pathetic,” Sylus murmurs and you startle, unaware that he had been looking at your phone. 

“It’s hard to plank Sylus.” You say discipliningly. “It took me 6 whole months before I could hold for 10 minutes.” 

Sylus doesn’t reply but his hands still as you open another stitch. A man giving off jock vibes fills the screen. “Ok! Miss Hunter said she could complete this whole circuit in 12 minutes! I’ve set up my workspace exactly the same way. If I beat her time, then I’ll ask her out to dinner! Wish me luck guys!” You watch in amusement as the guy starts his workout, puffing and grunting as he does so. 

He was behind 2 phases when the timer rang and he stopped, flopping to the floor. “Whoo! This kicked my ass! Looks like I didn’t beat her time. But hey, maybe Miss Hunter will take pity on me and ask me out herself?”

Your notifications ping suddenly and you check them, surprised to see Sylus’s name popping up several times. “What are you doing?” You open one of your workout videos, then stifle a laugh as you see the replies Sylus has been giving to the commenters.

“You’re too fine to be working out alone.” Sylus: “Oh, don’t worry. She’s got me right there to spot her.”

“Are you a fitness trainer? Because you’ve got me wanting to follow your every move.”Sylus: “She’s not taking clients, but I’m sure a good mirror could help you with that ‘following her every move’ thing.”

“You’re perfect. The body, the confidence, the vibes—everything!”Sylus: “As her boyfriend, I agree!” 

You’re way too beautiful to be single.”Sylus: “Good observation. She’s not.”

Exasperated but also entertained, you straddle Sylus’s lap, nuzzling into him like a cat. “Is the big, bad leader of Onychinus jealous of some strangers on the internet?”

“Not at all kitten. But I think it’s fair to warn them that my gains aren’t always necessarily in the gym.”

Tara holds her phone up as she captures you demonstrating how to effectively use a punching. You perform some basic karate moves, the slaps of your hands and feet kicking the bag filling the gym at the Hunter’s Association. 

“Wow! These comments are so nice!” Tara encourages you as you wipe sweat from your brow. 

“Are they?”

“Yeah! This one lady is saying you’re inspiring her to workout again! Another one says your arms look so sleek and toned! AND!” Tara practically squeals with delight. “This one guy is asking if you do personal training sessions!”

Tara giggles and winks at you. “Maybe you should quit your job and become a fitness instructor instead!” As she continues to film you, more comments flood the inbox, some questions, others compliments. 

“This is the hot hunter I was telling you about! And he’s tagging his friend!” Tara can barely control her enthusiasm. You’re trending everywhere are #hothunter!”

“Who’s calling her a hot hunter?” Out of nowhere, Xavier steps in leaning over Tara’s shoulder to watch the screen. His eyes darken at the comments.

“Xavier!” Tara quickly puts the phone away, looking shocked. “I wasn’t expecting you to turn up.”

“Who’s calling her a hot hunter?” Xavier repeats. His tone is light but you can see the beginnings of a threatening spirit starting to take hold of him. 

“No one! Just…some random person on the internet, it’s nothing serious! I mean, as her boyfriend, you have nothing to worry about!” Tara rambles, clearly sensing the ominous cloud hanging over Xavier’s head. Xavier reaches out to angle the phone and reads the influx of new comments. Tara glances over at you awkwardly, unable to break free from Xavier’s grip. 

After a long moment, Xavier releases the phone and then walks over to the punching bag you’d been demonstrating on. More pings resonate from the phone as more comments come on the screen. “Don’t stop now,” Xavier prompts Tara who looks apprehensive. “Please. Tell me what they’re saying.”

You look at Xavier tentatively and reach out to hold his hand. “Xavier. It’s just people on the internet posting comments. Everyone hopes for engagement nowadays right?”

Xavier doesn’t reply and continues to fix Tara with a stern look. Swallowing, she reads a few comments. “Who’s the guy that just walked in? He’s hot.” She glances nervously at Xavier. 

“Continue.”

“Is the new guy a hunter? Is he the hot hunter’s boyfriend? Is Mr. Hunter going to show us some workout moves too?”

“Hmm.” Xavier considers, then looks directly into the camera. “Greetings everyone. To answer your questions, yes, I’m a hunter too. I’m the hot hunter’s mission partner and boyfriend.” Your cheeks heat up and you push Xavier, trying to get him to cool off.

“I do have a move I’d like to show everyone watching.” Xavier continues to speak, unfazed by your subtle gestures for him to stop. He catches your hand and gently leads you away from the punching bag. He withdraws his hunter’s sword from its sheath, and it gleams under the lights as he does so. 

“Hunters are trained to disarm threats as quickly as possible. Advanced weapons like my sword here are very effective.” Swiftly, Xavier raises his arm, and in one neat swipe, cleaves the punching bag into 2. Stuffing falls like cottony blood from the tear. Xavier brandishes his sword at the phone.

“That’s what happens when I try to protect my girlfriend. Pretty cool huh?” There’s a smile on Xavier’s face that’s charming, yet somehow menacing at the same time. For a brief second, the comments section goes silent. Then it starts bursting with fresh words.

“I want him as a boyfriend! So possessive I love it! Can Mr. Hunter possibly make more videos with the hot hunter?” You read them in your head and sigh.

“Well Xavier, you’ll probably be trending this week as #mrhunter.” You let out a startled gasp as Xavier firmly grips your upper arm and leads you away from the gym. 

“Good. The fewer eyes on you the better.”

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[kxsagi]

jellooo

can u do one about rin kaiser isagi or any other characters and u try to work out w them but fail bc their routine is too difficult ;;

ty!!!

“𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐮𝐩, 𝐢’𝐦 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐟𝐚-𝐚𝐬𝐭”

a/n: yw!!! was in an odetari mood lol

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, kaiser michael

𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐲𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 – "𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢'𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐯𝐬. 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞"

you’re dying. 

there’s no other way to describe it. isagi's pace is literally impossible. you’re only three minutes into his agility ladder drill and already your legs feel like jelly. isagi, on the other hand, is absolutely flying through it, like a man on steroids. 

“come on, you’ve got this! just follow my pace!” he says, all cheery, like he’s not running at top speed. 

you stare at the ladder like it’s a trap set by a sadistic gym trainer. “isagi, i don’t think i can –” your foot catches the side, and you stumble, again. you barely catch yourself from face-planting. 

“you’re doing great!” isagi calls out, completely unphased, jogging back to you like he’s just taking a casual stroll through the park. 

“no. i’m not doing great. i’m dying, isagi. dying.” 

“nah, you’ve just gotta push through it!” he smiles, completely oblivious to the fact that you’re probably about to collapse at any second. 

“i’m telling you, isagi, i can’t. this is a sprint, not a workout.” you breathe like you just ran a marathon. 

he pauses, looks at you with that determined "you got this" face and then says, “okay, okay, just a few more steps. then you can take a break.” 

you collapse onto the grass. “i’m gonna need a long break.” 

isagi sits down beside you, unbothered. “hey, at least you tried. let’s get some sushi later, yeah?” 

you blink at him. “sushi?” 

he grins. “hey, i’m positive you’ll crush the next one.” 

you sigh, already regretting agreeing to any of this. “next one? we’re never doing this again, isagi. never.”

𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐫𝐢𝐧 – "𝐫���𝐧’𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞: 𝐝𝐨 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐞"

“okay, just a few more push-ups,” rin says, all serious, as he drops down into perfect form like he’s been doing this since birth. 

meanwhile, you're over here trying to push yourself up and failing miserably. 

“rin, i don’t think i can do this anymore,” you whimper, letting your chest touch the floor for the fifth time. your arms are done. 

rin looks over at you, his expression completely deadpan. “what, are you giving up already?” 

you lift your head off the ground. “i can’t feel my arms, rin.” 

“exactly. now you’re feeling the burn. it’s progress,” he says, knocking out ten more push-ups without even breaking a sweat. 

“burn? more like i’m gonna get third-degree burns at this point,” you mutter, face planting again. 

“don’t be so dramatic,” rin says, flicking his hair back with unnecessary flair. “you’ll feel better after a few more.” 

you try to lift yourself again, but your arms are like nope. you fall back down, dramatically. 

“rin, please, i can’t.” 

he looks at you, genuinely confused. “you’re not even trying. is it that hard?” 

you glare at him from the floor. “rin, i swear, the only thing hard here is your workout routine. are you secretly trying to kill me?” 

he raises an eyebrow, looking down at you with a mix of annoyance and mild amusement. “you’re just soft. i didn’t expect you to be this much of a baby.” 

you take a dramatic breath, then drop to the floor again. “yep, this is the end. i’m done.” 

rin sighs, but then, just to mess with you, he casually drops down and does ten more push-ups right next to you. “you should try actually trying.” 

you half-mumble, half-groan, “i hate you, rin.”

𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 – "𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐭?"

“kaiser, what the heck is this?” you gasp, watching him twirl with a kettlebell like it’s part of a choreographed dance. he’s spinning around like a broadway star, his perfectly sculpted muscles flexing with each ridiculous move. 

“what? you can’t do this yet?” kaiser says, flashing a grin that makes you want to either cry or laugh – probably both. he's holding the kettlebell over his head like it’s a paperweight. 

“i– no! of course, i can’t do that. this is not a workout. this is a circus act.” you look at him like he’s a fitness guru from another universe. 

kaiser cackles, his confidence oozing from every pore. “schatz, it’s easy. just add some grace to your movements. follow my lead.” and then he does an actual spin, mid-workout, making it look like he’s auditioning for the next top model. 

you drop the kettlebell. again. 

“kaiser, this isn’t working out. i’m literally dying here.” 

he does another ridiculously smooth move, like a ballet dancer, and stops just to look at you. “schatz, you are working out. you just need to get into the flow of it.” 

“flow? kaiser, you’re out here dancing with weights. this is not normal.” 

he chuckles again. “you’ll thank me when you’re in peak form. luxury fitness, darling. it’s all about style.” 

you sigh dramatically, hoping to avoid the next ballet pirouette. “kaiser, next time… no dancing. i just want to survive.” 

he shrugs, totally unphased. “you’ll learn to love it.” 

you don’t know if you should be offended or impressed. probably both. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[lucy-literates]

I figured you might have too many Arthur requests (including a bunch from me haha) so here is a Charles one.

Charles and her have been dating a few months. She is a regular gym goer and they have played padel together and done active things like swim in the sea but they have never gone to the gym together. Then one day they are away at one of Charles’ races and decide they may as well go to the hotel gym together. Charles does his warm up on the treadmill and then starts lifting weights and doing his workout and then he hears a loud bang and realises she has fallen off the treadmill. Over the next ten mins, she just gets more chaotic, dropping weights, falling off benches etc. and he is so confused because she has been to a gym loads. But he doesn’t realise HOW DISTRACTING he looks working out and she is paying zero attention to her own workout and instead watching the sweat drops run down his neck, his biceps bulge when he lifts a weight and how good his butt looks doing squats. Eventually she gives up before she gets seriously injured and tells him to just skip his the rest of his routine because she has an entirely different workout in mind. She drags him into the hotel lift and is all over him. They make it back to their hotel room and smut ensues 😉

A/N: I WOULD HAVE THE SAME PROBLEM TOO! LOOOOOOK AT HIMMMMM 😍😫

That’s all, enjoy :) My requests are open 🫶🏻

Weights & Distractions

You and Charles had been dating for a few months now, and the relationship was that delicious kind of new where everything still felt electric. You’d done all the cute couple things: early morning swims, impromptu padel matches, shared gelato, lazy naps between his training sessions.

But somehow — despite both being regular gym-goers — you’d never actually worked out *together*.

Until this weekend.

You were traveling with him for the race, and the hotel had a sleek, state-of-the-art gym. At some point between breakfast and his engineering meeting, Charles glanced up from his phone and said casually, “Wanna go to the gym?”

You said yes way too fast.

---

It started fine.

He hopped on the treadmill next to you, headphones in, doing a light jog to warm up. His curls bounced. His shirt clung slightly to his back. It was nothing you hadn’t seen before — and yet everything felt suddenly… upgraded.

You tried to focus on your own run. But then he pulled off his hoodie, revealing that tight black training tee underneath, and you immediately tripped on the belt and had to clutch the side rails like your life depended on it.

Charles turned to you, alarmed. “You okay?!”

You cleared your throat. “Yep. Just, uh, adjusting the speed.”

He smiled, shook his head, and kept running. Cool. Cool cool cool.

---

It got worse.

After his run, Charles moved on to weights. You shifted to free weights too, determined to act normal. You picked up a dumbbell and dropped it *immediately* on your foot. The clang echoed through the gym.

Charles glanced over again, brow raised. “Mon amour?”

“I’m good!” you chirped, face red, limping slightly as you moved to the leg press.

You sat down, tried to ignore the way his biceps flexed as he curled the barbell in front of the mirror. Then he wiped his brow, revealing that perfect jawline, glistening skin, and a single damn sweat drop trailing down his neck like it had a personal vendetta against your focus.

You pressed the wrong weight setting and nearly launched yourself out of the machine.

---

The next ten minutes were chaos.

You slid off a bench. Knocked over a kettlebell rack. Tripped on your own shoelace. Charles paused mid-squat, staring at you like you were a living hazard sign.

“You go to the gym all the time,” he said slowly. “What is happening?”

You opened your mouth, then shut it. How were you supposed to explain that his body — his strong, muscular, unfairly gorgeous *squat-honed* body — was destroying your ability to function like a normal human?

He blinked at you, sweaty and confused and *so* pretty.

That was it. Enough.

You dropped your towel dramatically and stood up. “Okay. I’m done.”

“You’re cutting your workout?”

“Yeah, because if I don’t stop now, I’m going to end up concussed. Or sued. Or banned from this gym forever.”

Charles tilted his head. “Did I do something?”

You stepped close — flushed, breathless, and entirely fed up with pretending.

“Yes. You’re the problem.”

His brows furrowed. “Pardon?”

You grabbed his shirt, yanked him close, and said into his ear, “You have no idea how distracting you are. I can’t think. I can’t focus. I keep imagining you—”

He swallowed. “Imagining me what?”

You smirked. “Why don’t I show you?”

——

You didn’t wait for a reply.

You tugged him by the hand, through the gym doors, into the hallway — ignoring the wide-eyed hotel staff — and slammed the elevator button like a woman on a mission.

The doors slid open. You pulled him inside.

Before he could speak, your lips were on his.

His hands fumbled around your waist, catching up to your pace. The second the elevator doors closed, you were all over him — kissing, biting, gasping into each other. He groaned when you dragged your nails across his back, and you smiled against his lips.

“This is… what kind of workout?” he breathed.

“Full-body.”

---

**Back in the Room**

You barely made it through the door before Charles had you pressed against it, kissing you like he’d been holding back all morning.

His hands slid under your gym top, thumbs brushing your hips. You tugged his shirt off over his head, eyes roaming his sweat-slicked skin.

“You’re ridiculous,” you murmured.

He laughed against your mouth. “You’re the one who tackled me in the lift.”

“Don’t pretend you didn’t love it.”

“Oh, I *loved* it.”

He walked you backward to the bed, guiding you down like you were breakable. But when he kissed you next — slow, deliberate, deep — there was nothing delicate about it.

Clothes fell away piece by piece. His hands explored every inch of your skin like he was memorizing it. He kissed your shoulder, your chest, the inside of your thigh, until you were writhing underneath him, breathless and begging.

When he finally slid into you, it was a mix of a moan and a sigh — like the tension had snapped, finally, completely. Your legs wrapped around him instinctively, and he buried his face in your neck.

“Mon dieu,” he whispered. “You feel…”

You tightened around him, teasing. “Better than your deadlifts?”

He groaned. “So much better.”

---

**After**

You lay tangled in the sheets, both of you slick with sweat and breathing hard. Charles traced patterns on your stomach, still recovering.

“Next time,” he said, voice hoarse, “we go to the gym naked. Skip the warm-up.”

You laughed. “Deal. But you’re doing *zero* squats. I can’t be held responsible.”

He grinned and rolled on top of you again.

“Then I guess I’ll have to find another way to make you breathless.”