#300 workout

[rulesforthedance]

My body is so good at asking for what it needs and I am so good at listening and understanding and obeying. Was out on my run just now and felt a particular kind of emptiness and need. "SUGAR," my body said, "SUGAR." Fortunately was just a neighborhood run, so I swung by home, ate a rice krispie treat and a packet of fruit snacks, and went back out to finish my run, the rest of which felt much better.

[lavendercals]

i keep seeing stuff about 75 hard online... maybe that's what i need to get my act together and stop losing sooo slowly

[badolmen]

I was trying to be Productive today and I was but not to the extent I wanted to be so now I’ve been sitting here for an hour trying to will myself to manually transfer another set of photos but. I think I’m gonna not do that.

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[circes-wolf]

Also because I’m bad at math I got a new deadlift of 295 (just one rep because I didn’t plan for maxing today) but that’s cool too

[boysnberriespie]

Went to a roller rink today, did not fall because I spent the entire time too scared of running into the tiny children to actually move away from the hand rails 💀

[gatorbites-imagines]

Logan begging for it.... so sweetly we cant refuse..... when he knows reader needs his sleep..... taking it in his even when it stays soft...... cockwarming reader while we sleeps.....

Yes im writing whis as I fall asleep

Logan Howlett x male reader

headcanons

I was gonna write a longer thing, but a migraine decided to kick my ass all of a sudden, so here I am simply rambling about this.

Imagine having a normal but exhausting day job. You’re no hero, no vigilante, no nothing, you’re just a guy. And you somehow ended up charming the pants off of The Wolverine of all people. How? You have no idea

Dating Logan is a real treat, even with his roughness and sometimes standoffish personality. When you guys really get close, he starts to get more vulnerable.

Along with vulnerable emotionally, he also starts to get a much stronger libido, seeing as he has a partner now. Him having a healing factor doesn’t help you in this case, since it means he has very little recovery time.

Seeing Logan, one would think hed be the dominant one, something you assumed in the beginning too. That was until you guys got intimate the first time and he shoved you onto your back to ride you instead.

There were no complaints from you obviously, because who’d mind having someone like that riding you? Logan in his broad, hairy and so very heavy way, lifting himself up and down on you like it was barely a workout.

You have to remind him to be careful though, multiple times, seeing as his bones make him extra heavy, and your poor hips are that of the average person.

Having a partner with a libido like that though, also means Logan is always raring to go, almost waiting for you by the door when you get home from your shift, like an old gruff dog waiting for affection.

The first week or two of you coming home dead on your feet and passing out on the couch the moment you sat down passed… as well as they could for Logan. He wouldn’t force you to do anything you hadn’t agreed with, but God, is he starting to get antsy.

After way too long, in Logans opinion at least, he finally can’t take it anymore. Being the Loverboy he secretly is, he at least brings you to your shared bed before clambering on top of you again.

You’re just too exhausted to do much other than pet at his thighs, eyes already drooping, but his almost timid but so desperate begging keeps you awake longer than other days. When you sleepily agree, Logan kisses you so hungrily you almost lose your breath.

You stay somewhat awake in the beginning as he works your clothes off, being kind enough not to rip it even if logan really really wanted too. He knows its your work clothes, and you’ve scolded him enough times about ripping up your clothes at this point.

It was hard to even really stay awake as Logan worked you hard, just enough for him to slide down on you, his groans sounding like he was a starving man having his first bite of food in weeks. Had you not been struggling to keep your eyes open, you might have teased him.

When Logan leans forward and just rests his weight on you, that was the last straw. Who could stay awake with such a warm heavy weight pressing down on them, like your own personal weighted wolverine blanket.

Logan didn’t even really feel the need to ride you or get himself off, he just wanted to be close to you like this, to feel you inside him and press up against you. So having slowly doze off under him wasn’t a bother, especially as you mumble for him to just keep going.

Most of the night is majorly used by Logan to just tuck his face into your neck and huff your scent, or rub his own against you. You will wake up with beard burns, sorry but those at the rules. Theres probably some chew marks and hickeys mixed in there too, Logans possessive.

You do wake up with very sore hips the next morning. In the comics he’s 300 lbs, but that’s with his comic height, so if were going off of movie Logan he weighs even more. And no matter how much you work out, that’s gotta make you sore.

You don’t really mind though, especially as Logan makes sure you massage your hips in ways you didn’t even know were possible. This also just gives Logan an excuse to lick and gnaw at you more, and to rub more of his scent into you, and yours into him.

Yes, you limp that day, and probably the day after. Luckily you’re able to work from home. This of course also means you have Logan on your dick the entire time, even if its just your mutant lover crawling under the blanket to get his mouth on you.

[4unnyr0se]

❥ being satoru gojo's sugar baby

warnings: rich asf gojo, reader is a bitch in the first part, fem! reader, lingerie, riding, cunnilingus, doggystyle, breeding, mentions of pregnancy, gojo hates stupid people, not proofread, reader gets so spoiled, spanking, asphyxiation

MDNI | 18+ content

word count -> 1.6k

Being Satoru fucking Gojo wasn’t easy. Being handsome, rich, and popular with the ladies? Talk about a workout. He had so much money he didn’t know what to do with it all. It’s only the result of being fucking brilliant at business practices, always knowing when to strike a perfect deal. And that bore the fruit of luxury cars, Italian jackets, and beautiful women aplenty. Gojo liked fucking the pretty girls he met in the clubs, sure. They were good for a decent cock-sucking, their expensive lipstick always forming a nice little ring around his dick. Poor things, it was probably the only nice lipstick they owned. Gojo felt bad for them in a way, they would never know what it was like to be spoiled by a man such as himself. They were so fucking fake, expecting to be spoiled just for having a decent pussy to fuck. Don’t get him wrong, Gojo liked fucking the college girls he met in the clubs, but he wanted something that was real. He wanted a good girl to spend his infinite cashflow on, not a whore who didn’t know what a fucking tax bracket was. 

He met you at his usual club, not recognizing your face from behind the bar. Hm, you must have been new there, Gojo would never ignore a pretty face like that, even though you were so grumpy looking. Did you hate your job like he hated bimbos? Gojo wasted no time in sitting himself down in your section of the bar counter, ordering a shot of the most expensive vodka the club offered. You called him an asshole and Gojo could have proposed right then and there. 

Gojo attended the club every night, sitting at the exact same spot and ordering a different, expensive drink each time. He noticed how you softly smiled when he told the local club bimbos to piss off, no doubt enjoying him shooing away drunken, stupid girls. Eventually you finally caved and gave him your number, resulting in him giving you a kiss on the back of your hand like a prince would.

Every day he would call you, text you, ask about your day. Did anyone give you trouble at the club? If it was a shitty coworker of yours, Gojo would have them fired. It didn’t matter if he didn’t own the club, he was half of the club’s monthly revenue. Gojo could do whatever the hell he wanted, he was practically paying everyone's salaries. His texts brightened your day, along with his visits to the club when you worked long evening shifts. He had stopped ordering drinks altogether, just slipping you a healthy $300 every hour or two. You had refused at first, but Gojo had this really annoying habit of being able to convince anyone of anything. It got to a point where you just held out your hand for the money at the start of every hour, which made his cock throb with desire. You were growing accustom to being spoiled and he fucking loved that. You were spoiled without being stupid, that was so fucking sexy to him.

One night, after a very annoying shift, you invited him to visit your crappy apartment downtown. Gojo jumped at the opportunity and practically threw you into his Bently, no doubt breaking a couple of traffic laws to make it to your place in record time. It was so humbling, your apartment. There were cracks in the fall and the faucet had the most annoying drip, this would absolutely not do. You deserved to live in a fucking castle in the sky, not in this shithole.

Gojo bought you a townhouse a stone's throw away from his penthouse. You protested and groaned at him not to, claiming you weren’t worth it. Gojo quickly shut you up with a passionate and longing kiss, whispering against your plush lips that he would buy you the moon and the stars. After that, you really couldn’t complain. Everything was paid off for the fifty-year lease that Gojo had signed; he was so disgustingly rich. Why did you have to go back to working at that sleazy club? Oh, right, you had to afford to eat and shop. Don’t worry; Gojo gave you a ridiculously large sum of money every week to buy whatever the hell you wanted, sending you more money if you run out. You only spend a couple of hundred dollars a week on groceries, but then there was this stunning vintage Dior dress in a shop window, and you simply had to have it. You sent Gojo a picture that displayed the price tag, and he swore he came in his pants. Fuck, you looked amazing wearing designer dresses. And you were modeling for him; he wanted to marry you so badly.

You bought lingerie one time, lacy and black, and so fucking expensive. Garters and stockings and the works, a gorgeous French design. Gojo just about lost his mind when he saw that photo you sent, driving over to your townhouse as soon as he had an opening. He tackled you in a passionate and longing kiss, ripping off the lingerie with his hands. Whatever, he’d buy you another set. No, twenty more sets.

His lips trailed across your body, leaving searing, hot kisses in their wake. You were covered in Gojo’s bites and bruises, looking like an ancient Greek sculpture. Gojo fucked you right on the floor of your living room, not bothering to carry you up the flight of stairs to your bed. You just looked so good in the lingerie you purchased with his money. His money, his lingerie, his sugar baby. Your sobbing pussy was squeezing his massive fucking cock, sucking him into you like a vortex. Your manicured fingernails left angry crescent-shaped prints on his back, his Italian jacket, and other expensive clothes long forgotten about in a pile next to the door. His cock slammed into you over and over again, the tip of his dick kissing your cervix until you were screaming his name, swearing you were gonna cum all over his cock. Gojo fucking loved hearing your moans; they sounded so expensive when his ringed fingers were wrapped around your throat, squeezing it ever so gently. He moaned into your ear as your orgasm washed over you once more, the third one in the hour. He still wasn’t finished, oh no. He had you folded into a mating press, begging and whining to be cummed in by one of the wealthiest men in the world. And who was he to deny his princess? Gojo shot himself deep inside of you, painting your womb with his seed. It looked so pretty seeping out of who; he just had to take a picture. You wouldn’t mind, right? He’d just give you another five grand for a few more dresses. 

Oh, even his aftercare was expensive. Running you a bath infused with freshly-pressed lavender and rose oil, soaking into your skin beautifully. Your fucked-out face was flush from the steam in the bathroom, making your already perfect skin so smooth. Gojo never wanted to stop touching you, not for a moment. He wrapped you in your Egyptian cotton sheets and held you tightly in his arms, thanking you for being his baby. As he whispered sweet nothings in your ear, his precious baby’s ear, you drifted off.

After that perfect night, Gojo basically lived in your luxury townhouse. He would be there when you opened your eyes and when you closed them. There to take you out on romantic restaurant dates and feed you the highest quality sushi there was. He was there to buy half the fucking boutique if you wanted him to. Those dresses were too pretty for anyone else to wear besides you. You no longer protested when he bought you stuff, only kissing his chest while humming a thank you in his ear. The expensive lipstick you wore stained his cheek, not that he minded one bit.

Apart from the expensive gifts, dates, and other such things, Gojo loved fucking you. You modeled every single set of lingerie he wanted you to, especially black and blue sets. He loved your little fashion shows, the way you would always sit on his lap and grind down on his thigh, your arousal soaking the delicate fabrics. His hand would slap your ass, commanding you cum on his thigh and ruin your panties. He’d fuck you face down ass up with an expensive vibrator on your puffy clit, smirking sadistically as you sobbed that it was too much, you couldn’t take it. He’d make you ride him in his home office, making sure his video camera was always off during meetings so no one except for him could see that pretty ass bouncing up and down on his cock, milking it for all it was worth. He’d demand you sit on his face, not letting you off until he had his fill, your cum covering his mouth and face. Gojo would command you to lick it off him, hands squeezing your waist, and was adorned with a leather garter belt.

God, he wanted to breed you. He never wanted to use protection, which you objected to at first. But he whined and pleaded, claiming it would only be once. Well, once turned into always. He always came inside of you multiple times a day. He wouldn’t stop until he was sure that he had fucked his cum inside of your pussy, sticking a finger inside just to make sure it was still there. He would babble on about how you two would have the most perfect wedding and have such cute babies, how he would take care of you. You would be so pretty, all swollen with his child. 

Satoru Gojo took care of you from the moment the two of you met, your companionship being the most valuable asset he had. To him, you were the most precious thing, and he would take care of you until the day that he died.

[kitab00m101]

Ya know what. I am struggling rn, so I'm gonna do this trend ig :>

10 notes- I eat an actual breakfast that morning.

50- I will do a 15 minute workout of whatever the most recent comment is (plz be kind, I am not very fit lmao)

100- (I do my absolute very best to) go an entire day without picking my skin/biting my nails/scratching at my face

200- I routinely do the previous work out for an entire week.

300- I have to eat breakfast every day for an entire week

400- I do whatever the most recent comment tells me to (appropriate and within reason!)

500- *Insert suggestion from the comments because I'm too lazy to come up with any more of these and dont really expect to get this far*

700- Same ^^^

900- Ditto^^^

1000- I bring up getting a short haircut to my parents.

5,000 notes- I ask my parents for a binder. (An unrealistic goal so that I don't have to mentally prepare myself for that lmao)

[kaiserkisser]

okay bc why not so here we go (ik we'll prolly, definitely not even get halfway through but ehh whatever)

NOTES CHALLENGE!!

10- ill post all my dazai doodles till date (on my artblog)

20- ill start keeping my room organised every day

50- ill do my best to start working on my abandoned fics

75- ill start making time for my hobbies too instead of just scrolling (am working on this)

100- ill properly focus on studies instead of procrastinating and reduce distractions (am working on this)

150- ill follow a proper workout routine *every* day (i keep procrastinating some days) (am working on this)

200- ill try to be more positive and kinder to myself instead of being self-depracating all the time (am working on this)

300- ill try to properly start taking real care of myself (am working on this)

400- ill start being more open about my feelings instead of just bottling up all my emotions (damn thats gonna be harddd)

500- ill start trying to find things about myself i really love and believe in myself

id say ill maybe add more but i doubt ill need to lmao; spam till ig 5 notes per person allowed :3

[lexosaurus]

I know, I know. You came to my house specifically because you think I have the best advice to give. You know, Fentwerp, a lot of people think I'm on gear. So many people. They all ask me when I lost my natty card. They can't believe how much I can bench. I'm not talking one little plate or—HAH—the bar like you, Fentiny. I'm benching well over 300. And I'm all natty. Not a single drop of juice in me. Well, unless you count that creatine I mix with my protein shake after every workout. The key to getting my physique is due to a few things, none of which I think a little twink like you could hope to understand. Even the basics like progressive overload would probably make your head spin. But since you're here, I guess I'll tell you. First, is a lot of people underestimate the value of using the preacher bar when they're looking for max hypertrophy. See, when most people do things like bicep curls, they cheat by using their momentum. Well, most people except you, who couldn't even lift a twig with momentum. But you see these guns? No cheating happening here. The preacher bar makes sure of that. It stabilizes my arm so that I'm focusing just on using my biceps to get the weight. The arm pump is huge. Also, a lot of people forget the variations to target the other heads or minor muscles around the target. Like, gym newbies like yourself just do bicep curls but forget about the next muscle over, the brachialis, which gets targeted through hammer curls. And people do chest presses, they just do it lying flat on their back, and don't even think to do three sets of an incline chest press as well to target the upper chest instead of just the mid and lower. Now do you see why I do chest and shoulders separate from arm day? Nerds like you, Fentina, wouldn't understand my grind. What is that? Leg day? Shut up, Fentertainment Tonight. I bet you like crossfit anyway. Come back to me when you eat more than 2 grams of protein per day.

[lowcaltrashkitty]

Like challenge reblog to join!!! (´ ᴗ｀✿)

15 likes - one 600 cal omad

50 likes - hit at least 5k steps every day for a week

100 likes - do an extra workout each day for a week

150 likes - eat less than 800 cals daily for a week

200 likes - fast day (energy drinks/tea/coffee/gum allowed)

250 likes - one 400 cal omad

300 likes - hit at least 7k steps every day for a week

350 likes - do an extra workout each day for a month

400 likes - eat less than 600 cals daily for a week

450 likes - fast day (energy drinks/tea/coffee/gum allowed)

500 likes - one guilt free cheat day (≧▽≦)

bonus for 500+ likes - each extra 100 likes is a 10k steps per day and each 500 likes is a fasting day (same rules)

Good luck angels!!! <3

[iluvc4ttssss]

my rules

300-600 cals per day

10k+ steps

fast whenever possible

omad when having family dinner

weight checks twice a day

ab workouts everyday

no fried food

green tea is our friend

purge after dinner

LOVE FRUIT

try eat more organics

no sugary drinks

coke zero is our friend

dont binge over one mistake

when on walks, sprint for 1-2 minutes then walk 10 and repeat (burns more cals)

the more you sweat the more cals you burn

+15 cals to everything to be safe

if you are un able to get the exact amount of cals assume basic meals are 300-500 cals (the bigger the meal the higher that cal)

if forced to eat only have small portiens

chew and spit

if unable to make 10k steps try walk atleast 10mins

if unable to get any walking in do at home workouts

sleep.

soup is our friend

track everything.

plan meals

distract yourself from all thoughts of food when fasting

[addictedgothgirl]

One thing I notice about a lot of edtumblr is that y'all be skipping breakfast! I have a whole school day, a 1.5 mile walk home, and workouts to get thru and I CANNOT function on an empty stomach. I budget ~200 or 300 of my cals on breakfast and skip lunch and dinner, tho it seems like everyone is skipping breakfast and lunch to have dinner. Interesting!

[projectblog3d]

Hello my fella ana-girlies!

Tomorrow is the 1st of August.

Do you all know what that means?

This month will be OUR month!

If you had binges or didn't do well all this time, THIS will be our chance to glow up!

So this is an account that was actually made for personal use, but I thought, why shouldn't I share it with you?

Tomorrow YOU will stop binging!

You will work out!

You will archive your GW!

'But how?' You may ask

I have several tips for you that used to help me back then where I was at my lowest. (I was in forced recovery. That's why I couldn't go any further)

Do not fast. I know fasting is a very popular thing people do, but most of the time, if you haven't eaten in days, it causes binging on whatever you see. I never fasted, and tbh, it was the best decision I've made.

LOTS of fruits! Fruits are a very good substitute for when u crave sweets. Tho, you need to eat them in moderation since some of them can be high in cals!

The personal calorie limit I set is 300 - 500 cals MAX.

Workout. I have a workout that used to help me slim down, and it wasn't that hard even tho I felt dizzy. The workout is linked at the end. Do it as often as you like.

DRINK WATER!!

In the commentsection under this post you can talk about everything and ask for tips and questions! Might also find motivation.

I'll post daily blogs about my day to stay on track! Wanna join, too? Use the hashtag #️⃣ 4n4August and tell us about your day!

Visualise your goals! Everyone has different goals. Wanting to be thin, not get bullied anymore, fit in cute clothes, etc... think about YOUR goal every day, so it's less possible that u give up!

Good luck <3

[the0nlyallison]

July Goals Notes Challenge

100 - Get rid of clothes

300 - Deep clean/declutter pantry and laundry room

500 - iPhone 13

700 - Clean yard

1000 - Plant wild flowers

1300 - Work on tan

1500 - School shopping

1700 - Lose >5 pounds

2000 - Ab workouts + 1hr walk for whole month

2300 - House sit

2500 - Post remaining og notes challenge results

2700 - watch sunrise and sunset

3000 - game night

3300 - movie night

3500 - draw with chalk

3700 - catch fireflies

4000 - stargaze

4300 - read >4 books

4500 - write 30 poems

REACH 200 FOLLOWERS

RULES: there are no rules lol comment, reblog, tag, etc. as many people as you like and have fun. I love these notes challenges, I think they're a fun way of motivation and completing goals. And for me they also give me more things to post about since I don't post as much as I used to.

Have a great July everybody :))

Edit: i forgot the tag people to start so here they are! @autistichalfblood @art-of-fools @cannibalchicken @catinasink @deprivedofbraincellsandsleep @fairycosmos @finnslay @gergthecat @half-eaten-baguetteee @kimu-dem @kykafitzdinguss @mqstermindswift @nothingtodotonight @nqds @percabeths-blue-cookies @shuhuaspookie @uredrunk