#dumbbell bicep exercises

[muscleworshipmx]

Jossue Plascencia

[thatrandombystander]

It turns out the gym bros are right and lifting weights is immensely satisfying. I've spent the last like month trialling different exercises and stealing progressively heavier dumbbells from my brother and now I feel like I have an exercise set list and weight levels that work for me while targeting different upper body muscles

I'm not gonna be that rigorous about doing multiple sets of reps for each exercise, but I figure even doing a little bit semi consistently is good for me

It's just satisfying to do bicep curls with some chunky dumbbells or to have that soreness in my triceps the next day y'know? Can literally feel it that I've done something

[ancientroyalblood]

Full-Body Dumbbell Workout: Build Strength Anywhere

Dumbbells are one of the most versatile pieces of equipment available, allowing you to build strength, improve muscle tone, and increase endurance without needing a fully equipped gym. Whether you’re training at home, in the gym, or while traveling, dumbbells offer endless workout possibilities. This full-body dumbbell workout will target all major muscle groups and can be adapted to any fitness…

[fitnessmantram]

Full Week Workout With Dumbbells || Dumbbells Full Week Out Plan || #du...

Dumbbell Workout Plan

Day 1: Chest and Triceps

Day 2: Back and Biceps

Day 3: Legs and Shoulders

Day 4: Dumbbell Lower Body Workout

Day 5: Rest

Day 6: Dumbbell Full-Body Workout

Day 7: Rest

Bench press

Incline dumbbell press

Dumbbell flyes

Triceps pushdowns

Overhead triceps extensions

Pull-ups

Barbell rows

Seated cable rows

Bicep curls

Hammer curls

Squats

Leg press

Leg extensions

Hamstring curls

Military press

Lateral raises

Dumbbell stiff-leg deadlifts

Dumbbell rear lunges

Dumbbell hip thrusts

Dumbbell split squats

Seated dumbbell calf raises

Dumbbell bench press

Dumbbell rows

Dumbbell squats

Dumbbell shoulder press

Dumbbell bicep curls

Dumbbell tricep extensions

[fithorizon-1]

Unlock Arm Gains: The Best Bicep Workout for Impressive Size

Discover the best bicep workout to unlock impressive arm gains. Maximize muscle growth with these top exercises for bigger, stronger arms

[gymft1]

Dumbbell biceps workout Dumbbell biceps exercises at home and in the gym

[healthyboom]

How to Strengthen Your Biceps for Maximum Strength

Enhance your biceps strength and definition with an effective biceps workout routine. Targeting the biceps muscle group through a variety of exercises like curls, lifts, and stretches, this regimen aims to maximize gains. Whether you're looking to build muscle mass or achieve lean definition, the workout includes tailored sets, repetitions, and weights to suit your goals. Incorporate both isolation and compound movements to engage all aspects of the biceps, ensuring a balanced and comprehensive workout. By adhering to this dedicated routine, you can sculpt powerful and well-defined biceps, contributing to an impressive upper-body physique.

[washingtonmarvel]

Trapeze artist, strongwoman, and all around badass Laverie Vallee, stage name Charmion, flexes for the camera in this (colorized) picture from around 1905. Born in 1875 in Sacramento, Charmion was a pioneer. She shocked conservative Victorian/Edwardian men with her daring "Trapeze Disrobing Act" (which was the subject of one of Thomas Edison's first films) and her insanely jacked body. But the ladies loved her, and her performances, which were viewed as practically pornographic by the extreme standards of the time period, were mostly attended by women. Throughout her career, she inspired women to exercise and to free themselves of the restrictions society placed on them. Charmion criticized the prudish attitudes of the time and told women they could be just as strong as men (this was a radical claim for that era, but her own body was the proof). A brilliant woman, she was fluent in six languages and regularly lectured and wrote newspaper articles about fitness. She was the highest-earning performer on the vaudeville circuit for much of her career, sometimes earning as much as $500 per week (equivalent to almost $20,000 today). Charmion was known to curl 70-pound dumbbells as part of her workout regimen and she could walk 12 miles without feeling fatigued. Charmion's biceps reportedly were almost exactly the same size as those of Eugen Sandow, who was widely considered the world's strongest man, and in a friendly sparring match she fought on an equal footing with the then-famous boxer Terry McGovern. She retired in 1912 and lived a quiet life outside the limelight until her death in 1949.

EDIT: I made a second post with some more info about Charmion if anyone's interested:

[everrinsly]

life with rin vibes.

the utter objectification of rin's biceps.

biceps with rin. fluff. slight nsfw. very suggestive. fem!reader. | not proofread.

more reads!

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Your first mistake was attempting to keep Rin company while he exercised—

"You wanna watch me, baby?"

He kissed your forehead softly before moving around the basement, collecting the scattered dumbbells from his sets the day before.

"Y-Yeah, I-I can keep you company," you stuttered, cheeks warm. Because even though you've been together for two years, he never failed to make your heart flutter.

He hummed. "You might get bored. You wanna watch something?" he asked, glancing back at the TV mounted on the wall.

"Mm... it's okay, Rin, I'll be fine—"

(Such lies).

—so now, you were here. On the floor, your back against the foot of the couch.

You should’ve looked away.

You really, really should’ve.

But the sight of Rin working out made you crumble—sweat glistening down his neck, sleeves shoved up over his shoulders, and those arms (let me repeat, those arms) were on full display as he curled the dumbbells like they were nothing.

Thick, veined, flexing with every movement.

You eyed him through your lashes, pretending to scroll through your phone, cheeks red, thighs pressed together like that might help the intrusive thoughts crawling through your mind.

(It didn't).

You bit your lip. The taste of your strawberry chapstick graced your tongue.

Rin didn’t speak. He rarely did during workouts. But you knew he was aware of you. The smug, silent... dangerous... kind of aware, like he could feel you watching him, soaking in every contraction of his biceps like you were starving.

And god—you tried not to imagine what it would feel like to sit on them. To grind on them. To ride—

(You failed. Miserably).

Your face burned hotter, red as a beet.

“Something wrong, baby?” he asked, finally. Casual, like he didn’t already know exactly what kind of nasty filth you were thinking.

You looked up quickly, snapped out of your trance but the feeling of heat in your core still lingering. “N-No.”

His eyebrow lifted, teal eyes scanning from your eyes to your bitten lips. “You sure?”

You nodded. "Mmhmm."

He didn't believe you.

He set the dumbbell down with a soft thud, stretching one arm behind his head—his bicep flexed, bulging, perfect. And fuck, you looked again. You couldn’t not (like it'd be rude to not stare).

Rin tilted his head.

“You’ve been staring at my arms for ten minutes,” he said, voice low and deep. “You wanna say something, pretty?”

You shook your head furiously, tucking your face behind your phone again.

He smirked.

“I’ll say it for you then, yeah?”

You froze. Well... shit.

“I know you think about it,” Rin said, voice dropping to that teasing hush that made your stomach twist. “Don’t pretend you haven’t imagined what it’d be like. Sitting on them. Grinding down. Making a mess while I flex for you.”

Your phone slipped out of your hands.

God—he loved watching your cute, flushed face scrunch up, so he continued.

"You're wet. Aren't you, baby." It wasn't posed as a question. It didn't need to be. Because he knew and you knew. It was a fact.

“I—!” you gasped, utterly mortified. “I d-didn’t—I mean, I—!”

He laughed softly, rising to his feet and stepping towards you. He towered over you now. You couldn’t even look at him.

Rin crouched down, tilting your chin up with one finger, his other arm flexing just barely. Taunting. Teasing.

"You think they're the perfect size too, huh? Perfect for riding. Because my thighs are just too big, right? Too big for your tiny pussy to get off on? So you wanna rock on my biceps instead, isn't that right, pretty baby?"

Holy shit.

You short-circuited, brain stopping completely, all mushy and melting.

He leaned in closer, nose brushing yours, glazed eyes trailing down to your lips.

“Sweet little thing,” he murmured. “So shy, but you’ve got the dirtiest imagination.”

Your face was on fire.

“Maybe...” he whispered, leaning in just enough to brush his lips on yours.

You held your breath.

“I’ll let you test that theory after I finish my sets. So... be a good girl and keep watching me."

[houseofaegon]

bucky working out and reader starts teasing him & makes him stop working out bc he’s horny and while he’s sweaty they go have sex? ORRRR (if you've seen seb doing those bicep curls where he has to almost thrust his hips) have bucky doing that exercise and the reader riding him while he's doing it to the point where he's overstimulated.

sorry for the long ask! 🫣

SWEAT ╱  BUCKY BARNES X FEM!READER

+18 MINORS DNI 𓏲  ◟ ♡ ˖ ࣪  no use of y/n, gym sex!!, unprotected p in v, mirror play, possessive!bucky, manhandling, degradation and praise, orgasm control, marking, breeding kink (slight), feral feral feral bucky barnes, partially clothed sex, overstimulation, slight fluff at the end.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: AHHH tysm for this request oh my god????? im sorry its so short lol it's been a while since i've written smut for bucky but thank you thank you thank you, this is ferallll and i love it. yes i've seen the videos of seb working out godddamnnnnnn i have them saved in my phone cause jesus christ he's so hot wtf??? sirrrrrr i'm sat. suddenly i wanna be a dumbbell tbh. hope you like it and hope it lives up to the expectations. thank you again for requesting<333 ily, bri.

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The Watchtower was quiet.

Post-mission silence settled over the entire compound like thick fog. Yelena and Walker were out on a surveillance sweep—no doubt they were probably bickering over comms and fighting like they always did. Ava had locked herself in her lab hours ago, and Bob's door was shut with the unmistakable rhythm of his soft snores and whatever action movie he picked this time. And Alexei—well, he’d passed out in the lounge again. You’d heard the unmistakable crash of his body hitting the couch followed by a deep, rumbling snore that signaled he'd be down until morning.

Which meant the gym was yours. Just you—and Bucky.

He needed the workout. You knew it the moment he walked in, jaw tight, blue eyes stormy, his energy too volatile to contain. He'd been simmering ever since debriefing this morning, where Valentina—yet again—named Walker team leader over him. That decision hadn’t gone over quietly. Bucky spent the rest of the evening grumbling under his breath, fists clenched, pacing like a caged wolf. You'd been the unfortunate recipient of his scowls, sharp mutterings, and cold one-word answers. Most of it revolved around Walker being an asshole and “not fit to lead a damn team.”

So he’d come here to blow off steam the only way he knew how: punishing his body into silence. He stripped off his hoodie and his shirt without a word, flung them to the floor like a declaration of war, and went straight for the heaviest dumbbells—like he meant to break them in half. His muscles flexed with each curl, sweat already starting to bead along his spine, jaw clenched as if he could grind down his frustration with brute force alone.

And you, well... you had your own reasons for being there. Reasons that had nothing to do with exercise.

He wasn’t talking much—but he didn’t have to. You could read him like a well-worn field manual. Every harsh exhale through his nose, every aggressive rep, the way his vibranium fingers clenched and relaxed around the weights like he was imagining someone’s throat—probably Walker’s.

He was beautiful when he was pissed.

You leaned against the wall just outside the squat rack, pretending to scroll through your phone while really, your eyes tracked every bead of sweat that slid down his chest. He was shirtless, in nothing but those loose gym pants riding low on his hips—your personal form of torture.

You hadn’t touched him in over a week.

A fucking week.

Between back-to-back missions, conflicting schedules, and the goddamn tension building inside him like a ticking grenade, there hadn’t been a moment. Not even a proper kiss. You’d tried—soft touches, stolen glances, whispered requests—but he was always too wired. Too distracted.

But now? He was right here. Sweaty. Seething. Alone with you.

And you were starving.

So, you made a decision. A dangerous one.

You stood up from the bench and made your way to the mirror wall, dragging out each step just slow enough to make sure he noticed. Your gym outfit was far from innocent—tight, nearly see-through shorts that hugged your ass like a second skin and a sports bra that barely held your tits in place. You knew what you were doing.

You bent forward, slow, pretending to stretch. Hips tilted. Legs parted slightly. Just enough.

You didn’t have to look behind you to know he was watching.

But you did anyway.

Bucky’s eyes were locked on you like a sniper on target. Jaw clenched. A muscle twitched in his cheek. The dumbbell in his hand had stopped moving entirely.

You stretched again, more exaggerated this time, letting out a little breathy moan as you arched your back. You stayed bent over for a second too long, then slowly rose, tilting your head with fake innocence.

“What?” you asked softly, swiping sweat from your brow. “Just stretching.”

He didn’t say anything—just kept watching. That unreadable, feral look on his face. His chest rose and fell faster than before.

You walked over to the water cooler, fully aware of how your ass swayed. “You know, you’ve been real tense lately,” you said casually. “Must be all that unspent energy.”

Still no response. Just the sound of weights clinking and his breathing picking up.

You turned around, back to the mirror, and sipped from your bottle slowly. Then licked a drop off your lower lip.

“I mean, I’ve been so patient,” you went on, voice soft, teasing. “Waiting for my boyfriend to stop growling at everyone and fuck me like he means it.”

That did it.

The sound the dumbbells made when he dropped them was thunderous. He stalked toward you, and your breath caught halfway in your throat.

“You think this is a game?” he growled, eyes dark, voice low and dangerous.

You smirked, lifting your chin defiantly even as your heartbeat thundered. “Only if I’m winning.”

That was the moment you saw his restraint snap.

He was on you in a second—hands gripping your waist, slamming you back against the mirror, the glass cool against your spine in sharp contrast to his blazing skin. His chest pressed against yours, damp with sweat, his breath heavy against your face.

“You wanna push me?” he hissed. “Walk around looking like that, stretch in front of me like that, talk to me like that?”

You smiled. “Yes.”

His nostrils flared. “Then you better be ready for what comes next.”

You whimpered—because you knew that tone. You knew what it meant when Bucky’s voice dropped an octave and his grip turned bruising.

It meant you weren’t leaving this gym until you were ruined.

And God, you couldn’t wait.

His mouth crashed against yours—hot, bruising, hungry.

There was no gentleness in his kiss. No patience. Just teeth and tongue and the taste of pure, animal need as his hands slid down your back, groped your ass, dragged you closer until your bodies were fused together. His thigh pressed between your legs, and you moaned into his mouth at the friction, already so wet you were practically dripping through your shorts.

“Fuckin’ starving for it, aren't you, doll?” he growled into your mouth. “I should bend you over the squat rack. Make you scream while I fill you up.”

You whimpered, grinding against him. “Then do it.”

He snarled. Actually snarled. One hand fisted in the waistband of your shorts and ripped—the fabric tearing down the seam like paper, exposing your soaked panties underneath. His other hand shoved your bra up until your tits spilled out, nipples hard, flushed and begging.

“Jesus fuck, doll,” he breathed, taking in the sight of you. “You’re perfect. Fuckin’ perfect. And all mine.”

He pushed you back against the mirror again, the cool glass shocking against your heated skin. His vibranium hand curled around your throat—not squeezing, just there, holding you steady as he looked you dead in the eye.

“You wanted my attention?” he rasped. “You’ve got it. Now you're gonna take it like the good girl you are."

He spun you to face the mirror. Bent you over, your palms slapping the surface as your reflection stared back—eyes wide, lips parted, tits jiggling slightly with every breath.

Bucky dropped to one knee behind you, yanking your panties aside with a growl.

“Drippin’, baby,” he murmured, voice low and reverent. “You’re so fucking ready for me.”

You gasped as his tongue slid between your folds—licking a slow, filthy stripe up your slit before sucking hard on your clit. Your hips jerked forward, but his metal arm clamped around your thigh, holding you still as he devoured you like a man starved.

“Please, Bucky,” you whined. “I need—need your cock—please—”

He stood up, lowering his pants just enough to free his cock—thick, veiny, flushed red at the tip, already leaking.

He didn’t tease. Didn’t ease in. Just grabbed your hips, lined himself up, and slammed into you in one punishing thrust.

You screamed. Loud.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he growled, slamming into you over and over. “You take this cock so fuckin’ well. My good little whore.”

Your reflection was obscene—tits bouncing, mouth hanging open in bliss, your body jerking with every deep thrust.

He bent over you, panting against your ear. “Look at you. Watch yourself while I fuck you deep.”

“I-I am—fuck, Bucky—so deep—”

“Yeah? You feel me in your guts, doll?” He reached around, slapped your clit just hard enough to make your knees buckle. “You gonna come on this cock? Huh?”

You nodded frantically. “Please, please, let me—need it—”

“Not yet.”

You sobbed. He was fucking you too deep, too good, and you couldn’t think. Could barely breathe. He pulled out just long enough to flip you around again, lifting you by the thighs like you weighed nothing, impaling you on his cock as you wrapped around him.

He bounced you on it, hard, fast, relentless.

“Mine,” he hissed, burying his face in your neck. “This pussy. This mouth. This fuckin’ body—it’s mine.”

You choked on a moan as he sucked a bruise into your collarbone, then another on your chest, trailing dark, possessive hickeys across your skin.

“Come for me,” he ordered. “Now.”

You shattered—screaming, clenching so hard around him it pulled his orgasm right out of him.

“Fuck, baby—gonna fill you—fuck—take it—take all of it—” he growled, hips stuttering as he came deep inside you, spilling warmth into your trembling body.

You collapsed against him, shaking.

He held you tight, still pulsing inside you, one arm around your waist, the other stroking your back as your breathing slowed.

He pressed a soft kiss to your temple.

“Good girl,” he whispered. “You took me so good, doll.”

Still dazed, you mumbled into his shoulder. “I needed you.”

“I know, baby.” He gently slipped out of you and reached for the hoodie lying by the mat. He wrapped it around your shoulders, covering you like a blanket. “I’m sorry I made you wait.”

You looked up at him with a sleepy smile. “Was worth it.”

He chuckled, lifted you easily into his arms. “Next time, just say the word. I’ll cancel the whole damn mission.”

You snorted against his neck. “You’d piss off Val.”

“I don’t give a fuck about Val,” he said, already carrying you toward the bedroom. “I give a fuck about you.”

[malebodytf]

“Ugh. Not again” said Nolan.

Every day, Nolan passed the chair, that one machine in the corner of the gym. And every day, it was there: a consistent shadow of sweat, like someone had sat there marinating in their own funk. And the culprit? Standing just a few feet away, near the pool of sweat, vacant eyes and jaw hanging like a brute, with a cocky smirk as he searched for his next chair victim. A massive, obnoxious, grunting slab of a man. A meathead in every sense of the word.

Nolan was never someone who sweat much. And even then, he was the clean type. A towel for every seat. Wipes before and after. Crisp. Respectful. He couldn’t understand how someone could treat a public space like that and still live so carefree.

All the other times, he refused to use any machine the gym gorilla had touched. But this time? This time, he’d had enough.

There it was in front of him. Damp. Glossy. Disgusting.

Nolan sighed. He pulled a handful of sanitized wipes and started scrubbing. The man’s scent was in the chair, like it had soaked into the very texture. Some of the droplets splashed onto his skin. He winced, wrinkling his nose.

But he needed this. He couldn’t let himself be overrun by that man’s dominance.

He sat. The faux leather was still warm. He shuddered but leaned into the exercise anyway. Basic dumbbells. Slow and controlled. Breathe in, exhale. Again.

Strangely, the movement felt good today. Maybe it was the rush of overcoming his disgust. Maybe something else. The reps felt easier. He was feeling the pump. His arms flexed just a bit fuller. Triceps popping. Abs feeling tight. His shirt clung a little tighter. And was that… sweat? Real drops on his forehead?

He stopped to drink water. Damn, he was sweating. And it felt... good. He felt big.

He continued. More sweat dripped, off his head, down his chest, soaking his shirt. Muscles pumped, biceps swelling. The dumbbells now heavier. His chest bloomed into two defined mounds, his shoulders broadening, shirt stretching tighter across his back. His breathing shifted, deeper, rougher. His voice dropped an octave.

He felt taller. Stronger. Powerful.

By the fourth set, his legs had thickened, quads like balloons, calves sculpted and solid. His glutes, rounded and tight. His breathing had shifted to deep, rhythmic grunts. He was a beast now, almost as massive as that original meathead. No... maybe more.

His shirt clung to his drenched body. He raised his arm, now covered in a dense patch of hair, and took a sniff.

Once, he would have never, not in public, not anywhere. But now? He sniffed again. Proudly.

His head felt foggy. Thoughts slowed, melted. But damn, bro, his smell? Delicious. Rank in the best way. Entrancing. A real man’s scent. He chuckled “huhuhu” deep and dumb, a laugh with no thought behind it.

For a flicker of a second, something inside him flinched. This wasn’t him. This wasn’t... Nolan.

But then, he flexed, and caught his reflection.

“Fuck…”

Veins pulsed, threatening to burst. His arms looked unreal. Sculpted. Huge. He grinned. Flexed harder. He looked swole.

He dropped the dumbbells with a satisfying clang. Heads turned. Yeah, let them think he was some rude, sweaty meathead. He didn’t care. In fact, he liked it.

He felt the final beads of sweat run down his body, the last traces of the man he used to be.

He slung a towel over his shoulder. Not to clean. Of course not. That was for massaging his biceps later.

Behind him, the chair remained, drenched. Wet. Stinky. Damp. Absolutely soaked in his sweat.

Nolan lifted his arms, stretched wide, took a deep breath of his own musk, and smirked. Anyone would be lucky to get a whiff of that manly essence.

[shuenkio]

HIS DARK SIDE | ❤️‍🔥

Paring: Dom!Hoon X m!reader

Genre:Heavy Smut. [MDNI 18+]

CW: Gym sex, sweatpants, belly bulge, friends with benefits, cumming inside, nsfw.

Summary: Your eyes are stuck on Sunghoon grey sweatpants.

A/N: This was my first time writing explicit scenes so please bare with me >< (update note on 080824)

Sunghoon being a college student who also engages in skating as a hobby, and takes great pride in his job, asks you to come along and support him at competitions. Despite your lack of direct contribution, your presence is more than enough for him.

On a regular day, Sunghoon requests your presence at the gym, where he has rented the entire facility just for the two of you. The fact that he is wealthy and somewhat famous contributes to this arrangement.

As you open the door to your dorm room, Sunghoon stands before you, towering over you in his gym attire and a gym bag hanging from his shoulder. He appears particularly appealing in his gray sweatpants, immediately catching your attention. Embarrassed and feeling your face heat up, you can't help but silently gulp, anticipating the inevitable outcome of this sight. Sunghoon, noticing your stunned silence, inquires about your reaction.

When Sunghoon questions your silence, wondering if his outfit is unattractive, you quickly reassure him that it's not the case. He explains that he sent a message the night before, but you didn't see it. He then shows you the message as proof. Despite your busy college schedule and reliance on a computer for work, Sunghoon offers you $50 for attending the gym with him.

"Take it or not" hearing the word money, you agree without hesitation and rush to change into your gym clothes.

As you enter the rented gym alongside Sunghoon, he begins his workout routine, leaving you to explore on your own. Being new to the gym experience, you looking for a relatively less strenuous activity like a treadmill and low-weight dumbbells.

Initially, it proves challenging, but eventually, you find yourself adjusting to the routine and breaking a sweat. Wearing a black top, you're fortunate that it doesn't reveal the sweat as much. Meanwhile, Sunghoon efficiently goes through half the gym's equipment, revealing his toned biceps and visible veins. Despite his slim build, his unique physique captivates your attention.

You take a break from your workout, feeling exhausted and with sweat soaking your head. You approach Sunghoon, who's lifting weights in a lying position. The sight of his muscles flexing under his tight compression tank top captivates you. However, feeling self-conscious about being a "creep," you try to look away. Unbeknownst to you, Sunghoon is well aware of your gaze, even with his headphones on, making your attempt to look away a bit pointless.

Watching Sunghoon exercise, you noticed his crotch area becoming more obvious under the tight grey sweatpants.

His growing erection strained against the fabric, clearly visible as he lifted weights.

The sight stirred feelings of excitement and nervousness within you.

"Did he get... Hard by just lifting weights?" You couldn't believe it, but the evidence was right in front of you.

His erection strained against the tight fabric, causing a throbbing sensation within your own body.

Despite the discomfort, you knew this was a rare opportunity - something his fans would kill for. So, you sat still and endured the pain, determined not to miss a single second of the show.

Once Sunghoon completed his workout, you attempted to nonchalantly divert your gaze, feigning that you hadn't been intently observing him the entire time. He took off his headphones, catching his breath as he chugged down the water.

"Enjoy the view?" A smirk played on his lips, indicating that he knew exactly what had caught your attention.

"Shut up", you protested half-heartedly, folding your arms across your chest. It was just once!

"Just admit it, you want me" he murmured seductively into your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine as he is leaning down. Not only was his body radiating heat, but the raw sexual energy he exuded made you dizzy with desire.

"But..." you hesitated, unsure how to respond to this new side of Sunghoon. You always thought of him as a friendly guy who occasionally asked for favors and invited you to his skating competitions. Yet here he was, dominating and undeniably horny.

"Explore as you please m/n or I'll make you instead" Sunghoon urged with a mischievous smile

Taking advantage of the situation, you hesitantly reached out and felt his size through his pants. The shape of his impressive length sent a thrill coursing through your fingers. He responded with a soft moan, evidently relishing your touch. As you continued stroking him, he couldn't hold back any longer and lowered his pants, revealing his long, pale cock - already wet with pre-cum. Watching it stand tall ignited an intense desire within you to push him over the edge completely. Without warning, Sunghoon's darker side surfaced suddenly.

Unable to resist any longer, Sunghoon picked you up and placed you on his abs, wrapping your legs around his waist while holding onto his shoulder. In a flash, he asked for permission to enter you. His eyes were half lidded and needy, revealing just how much he desired you. You nodded enthusiastically in agreement.He grinned wickedly and lowered you onto his hardness, causing your body to shake as soon as the tip touched you. Both of you found yourselves lost in the moment - not in a private room but among the gym's equipment.

With a casual smirk, Sunghoon began thrusting into you with increasing force, mimicking the rhythm of his workout. The combination of exercise and sex proved to be exhilarating, belly bulge on you. You cried out in ecstasy as he continued to drive himself deeper inside you, while Sunghoon threw his head back, thoroughly enjoying every moment.

As Sunghoon continued to thrust into you with increasing pushing, the sensation of his hardness filling you sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

"Shi-shit i feel it coming m/n"

The sound of skin meeting skin echoed throughout the gym. His grip on your hips tightened as he drove himself deeper inside you, eliciting soft gasps from your lips that mingled with his own ragged breaths. You could feel every inch of him within you, stretching and claiming you in equal measure.

You were too embarrassed to say anything, all you do was moaning and cried in this sensitive moment. Your nails digging on his back, your dick began to feel the sensation, feeling like soon to be coming.

"It's coming m/n l- let's cum together oo?"

As the climax approached, Sunghoon felt a surge of pleasure coursing through their veins, his cock grow hard as a rock. With one final push, both of you released the intense orgasm together.

He trembled slightly, as Sunghoon filled you with warmth and intimacy. Breathing heavily like puppies. Your hole is now stretching wide open, then he pull his throbbing out of you.

"It's feel like heaven like they said m/n,i- i want more!"

Usually man's glans get very sensitive after cumming but Sunghoon didn't care. His tip is still dripping with orgasm, however he drive inside you once again!

"FUCK NO! MY HOLE"

🗣️ please mind my English! ><

🗣️ Reblog and like is much appreciated ♥

🗣️ crd to dividers!

🗣️ I KNOW THIS IS NOT HOW SH ACT BUT IMAGINE HE'S WILD LIKE THIS?

[abby-howard]

You mentioned deadlifting to prevent wrist and back pain/injury when drawing👀 I was wondering if you could share your workout routine if you haven’t already?

Definitely!! I love talkin about it haha. And I'll preface that this is just what I do, but if you want a professional's advice, I've heard good things about the book Draw Stronger by Kriota Willberg.

Tony and I usually work out 5/6 days a week, three days of lifting and two or three days of cardio, with at least one rest day a week. I always make sure to do a cardio warm up before lifting, between 15-30 minutes of either the stationary bike or rowing machine. That's what I have available, you can also run or do jump rope or whatever gets you goin'! Sometimes when it's a just-cardio day we go for long walks and talk about work. Good stuff gets done on those walks 👍

Our lifting routine is arm day, leg day, shoulder day, and we usually do 5x5 sets of everything-- so five sets of five reps per workout.

I sprinkle in farmer's walks really often, which are the best for wrist strength!! Especially if deadlifts are too intimidating (deadlifts are super good for your grip strength and back, but can be a bit scary because it's usually a high weight.) You just hold a weight in one hand, pretty much the highest weight you can hold while keeping your shoulders level, and walk in figure 8's (for balance) until your arm gives out. Then switch arms. Any time my hand starts to feel iffy, I do more farmer's walks and it helps!

More specifics under the cut:

On arm days we do mostly bench press and bent-over dumbbell rows, sometimes with abs worked in (I like to do windshield wipers or whatever it's called, where I hold the bar like I'm doing a bench press then bring my legs up on either side until my abs give out.)

For leg days, we do barbell squat and deadlifts. It's also fun to do the slam balls as part of leg day >:] Where you pick up a heavy ball and throw it down and scoop it up in a squatlike motion. It's a fun one!

There's ALSO a time-efficient leg workout I do when we're on deadlines where you do three minutes of wall sits in total, and can take as many breaks as you need, but for every break you do ten bodyweight squats. It usually leaves me feeling like jello.

Shoulder days are focused on lat pull-downs for me and pull-ups for Tony (I can only do pull-ups with a counterweight ToT), then shoulder press (where you sit up and lift a weight over your head.) It's good to pair opposite motions like pushing/pulling! I think we also tend to do bicep curls on these days? They're a grab-bag of whatever extra stuff we want to do.

This schedule is not super rigorous, but is enough that I push myself to do something almost every day while usually not being so exhausted that it cuts into my work. It's the kind of thing that I can keep up for the rest of my life, which is what I'm interested in! Maintaining a routine to protect my joints and mobility for as long as I can ✌️

I used to see working out and the gym in general as something I was punishing myself with, and that meant it was a miserable part of my day and working myself up to it was a mentally exhausting task. But Tony has been really helpful in shifting the way I view working out as something more like regular maintenance, and of course it helps that I found something I could work towards getting better at, which is strength training!

So while I recommend that artists work in some arm strength exercises, I do feel it's about finding something that feels like a part of your routine rather than something you dread doing every day.

[fitnessmantram]

Men's Bicep Workout at Home || Men's Arm Workout For Mass || #bicep #bic...

Warm-up: Start with a 5–10-minute warm-up to get your blood flowing and your muscles ready to work. Some good warm-up exercises include jumping jacks, jogging in place, or arm circles.

Workout: The following are some of the best bicep exercises that you can do at home:

Dumbbell curls: This is a classic bicep exercise that works the front of the biceps. To do a dumbbell curl, stand with your feet shoulder-width apart and hold a dumbbell in each hand. With your palms facing forward, curl the dumbbells up towards your shoulders. Slowly lower the dumbbells back down to the starting position.

Hammer curls: This exercise works the inner and outer heads of the biceps. To do a hammer curl, stand with your feet shoulder-width apart and hold a dumbbell in each hand. With your palms facing each other, curl the dumbbells up towards your shoulders. Slowly lower the dumbbells back down to the starting position.

Preacher curls: This exercise works the long head of the biceps. To do a preacher curl, sit on a preacher bench with your feet flat on the floor. Hold a dumbbell in each hand and place your forearms on the preacher bench. Curl the dumbbells up towards your shoulders. Slowly lower the dumbbells back down to the starting position.

Cool-down: Finish your workout with a 5-10 minute cool-down to help your body recover. Some good cool-down exercises include static stretches or yoga poses.

You can do 3 sets of 8-12 repetitions of each exercise. Be sure to rest for 1-2 minutes between sets. As you get stronger, you can increase the weight or resistance of the dumbbells.

It is important to note that this is just a sample workout. You may need to adjust the exercises or the number of sets and repetitions depending on your fitness level. It is also important to listen to your body and don't push yourself too hard.

Read More: Ultimate Guide to Master Resistance Bands for Pull Ups

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Alex and Bryan had always been close, the kind of friends who made a pact over soda and pizza to turn things around, to finally hit the gym and build some muscle. They’d been nerdy, skinny guys their whole lives, and they felt awkward and out of place as they stumbled into the gym’s locker room after their first workout, faces flushed and sore from the exercises. Both of them wore cheap workout clothes they’d picked up from Walmart just that morning — faded T-shirts that hung loosely on their frames and ill-fitting, generic sneakers.

“Dude, my arms feel like noodles,” Alex groaned, shaking out his skinny limbs as he looked at Bryan.

“Right? I think I pulled something just trying to lift those dumbbells,” Bryan chuckled, but his laughter quickly turned into a grimace as he rubbed his shoulder.

Their voices echoed in the empty locker room, and the fluorescent lights flickered slightly as if the room were stretching itself, adjusting to accommodate these two new, inexperienced bodies. They walked over to the sink, looking at themselves in the mirror, barely recognizing the sweaty, tired faces staring back at them.

But then, almost imperceptibly, something started to shift. Alex leaned closer to the mirror, and he noticed his reflection looked�� different. Just a little. His face seemed somehow sharper, his cheekbones a bit more defined.

“Hey… do I look weird to you?” he asked, glancing at Bryan.

Bryan squinted at him. “Maybe? Or maybe I’m just so tired everything’s blurry.” But then he stopped, staring as Alex’s T-shirt started to tighten around his chest, like it was shrinking or his chest was expanding. He looked down at his own shirt and noticed the same thing happening. The fabric stretched and then almost melted away, like it was dissolving into thin air.

Underneath, their chests were broadening, muscles slowly forming in places they’d never had them before. Alex stared, mesmerized, as his pecs seemed to inflate, one solid inch at a time, swelling until they were firm and full. He was startled to see a dark line beginning to etch itself over his right pec, the beginnings of a tattoo forming. Bryan looked over, his eyes widening as he saw the same tattoo mirrored on his own left pec.

“You’ve got the same one!” Bryan pointed, his voice trembling slightly, as he stared down at his own chest​. Both of them were transfixed, watching the tattoos slowly darken, bold lines taking shape, though Alex’s tattoo was slightly clearer and etched on the opposite side of his chest from Bryan’s. Their bare chests shone under the locker room’s bright lights, and it felt almost surreal, as though they were watching themselves transform from afar.

As their chests solidified, so did their arms. Alex flexed instinctively, watching with wide eyes as his biceps bulged out, the veins snaking along the surface like thick cords. Bryan mirrored him, mimicking the same pose, even though he wasn’t sure why he was doing it. Their shoulders broadened, traps rising like hills beneath their skin, framing thick, muscular necks that hadn’t been there moments ago.

The cheap Walmart sneakers they wore started to warp, reshaping into sturdy gym shoes, and they felt a strange tickle as white athletic socks rolled up around their ankles. Their old, ill-fitting shorts slowly lengthened and changed texture, becoming soft gray sweatpants that clung to their powerful, thickened legs.

Bryan felt a sudden pressure on his head, and reaching up, he realized he was now wearing a black baseball cap. He turned to Alex, who was wearing the same cap, the brim low over his eyes, shading his gaze in a way that felt… different. He felt his thoughts slow, like they were softening, melting into something simpler. He wanted to look good, feel strong, and—

“Yo, dude, check it out,” Alex said, his voice deepening, each word sounding slower, less articulate.

Bryan grinned back at him, an identical expression on his face, as his mind began to echo Alex’s excitement. They stared at each other, an odd tension hanging between them as their minds dulled, syncing up, their personalities flattening into something singular, something almost blank.

At some point, Bryan found himself staring at Alex, watching him flex. His own arms lifted in the same way, though he wasn’t sure why he was doing it. He felt a strange compulsion, a need to mirror Alex’s actions, to match him move for move. As he flexed, his mouth moved of its own accord, saying the same thing Alex was saying, their voices blending into one deeper, dumber tone.

“Lookin’ good, bro,” they said in unison, their gazes fixed on each other, and yet somehow, only on their own reflections.

The locker room seemed to shift, as if walls were moving subtly, altering to create the illusion that there was a mirror between them. Bryan blinked, realizing he was standing opposite Alex, but his own reflection now felt hazy, as though he was losing himself in it, becoming less real, less independent. The only thing he could think was how good it felt to flex, to see his thick muscles rippling beneath his skin.

With each passing moment, Bryan’s sense of self faded further, and he became more of an image, a reflection. He could feel his mind flattening into a mere echo, a shadow of Alex’s thoughts, his individuality dissolving as he mimicked Alex’s every action and word. Soon, there was only one real man left in the room, looking into the mirror.

“Lookin’ huge, bro,” Alex grinned, his voice a low, slow rumble.

And Bryan, now only a reflection, grinned back, saying the same words at the exact same time, a perfect mimic. The tattoo on his pec was a mere shadow, reversed and less distinct, as if to signify he was nothing more than Alex’s reflection. With one final flex, Alex turned to leave, leaving the locker room behind, and the reflection vanished, leaving nothing but an empty mirror.

[bloomzone]

Wonyoung : Inspired Full Workout Routine

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

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

first here are two workout video u can start with:

first | second

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

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

1. Jumping Jacks (2 minutes)

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

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

2. Dynamic Stretching (5 minutes)

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

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

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

3. High Knees (1 minute)

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

Engage your core for better balance and coordination.

4. Torso Twists (2 minutes)

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

This helps loosen up your spine and waist.

ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ ꪆ୧ Cardio & Dance (20 minutes)

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

1. Dance Routine (15 minutes)

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

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

Repeat the chorus multiple times to increase endurance.

2. Jump Rope (5 minutes)

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

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

ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ ꪆ୧ Strength Training (25 minutes)

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

1. Squats (4 sets of 15 reps)

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

Engage your core and push through your heels.

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

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

This helps tone your thighs and improve balance.

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

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

Modify with knee push-ups if needed.

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

Keep your body straight and avoid letting your hips drop.

This strengthens your core and improves posture.

5. Leg Raises (3 sets of 15 reps)

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

Engage your abs to keep your movements controlled.

6. Bicep Curls (3 sets of 12 reps)

Use light dumbbells or water bottles.

Slowly lift and lower your arms for a controlled workout.

ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ ꪆ୧ Flexibility & Cool-down (10 minutes)

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

1. Standing Hamstring Stretch (1 minute per leg)

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

2. Quadriceps Stretch (1 minute per leg)

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

3. Hip Flexor Stretch (1 minute per leg)

Step forward into a lunge and push your hips forward.

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

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

5. Cobra Stretch (1 minute)

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

6. Child’s Pose (2 minutes)

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

ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ ꪆ୧Final Tips for wonyoung fitness routine

Hydration is key! Drink water throughout your workout.

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

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

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

@bloomzone !🍀