#dumbbell chest press

[joemusclefan]

Shawn Ray

[scribeanand]

8 Best EXERCISES TO TRY AT HOME

[meticulous-tendencies]

I do usually bruise from db bench but today was extra 😅 but I hit 3 sets of 8 and moved up to 47.5s! 💪🏻 🤩 great workout today

[kevin-sedai]

I am SO sore.

[benchpressingbanlikeyou2]

This is your sign go heavier on dumbbells if you haven’t 😅🥹

[texasbodybuilders]

Dumbbell press better or cause injury?

Over at @RenaissancePeriodization on YouTube, they are teaching the incline dumbbell press. The gentlemen in the video describes going beyond the range of motion of the chest may help increase your overall muscle gains. He’s trying to teach you how to incline dumbbell press better. But does this help you Dumbbell press better or cause injury? Some folks in the comments are a bit suspect of this…

[sumitk881100]

Leg Exercises

[fitnessninefit]

Chest Press Vs Bench Press: Which is the Best Chest Workout: The Guide To Pick The Best Option For Max Chest Power And Strength

The chest press and bench press feature the same joint movements and develop the same muscles in the upper body. However, "bench press" is a term often applied to the exercise when it’s completed on a flat or incline bench, while the term "chest press" is used when the exercise is completed while seated on a machine.

Having a solid chest has always been a goal for many fitness enthusiasts, and no wonder. It does look good. In the quest for building a massive and eye catching chest, we must talk about chest press and bench presses. 

Chest press vs. Bench press: the guide to picking the best option for max chest power and strength will help you navigate through the noise and choose the option that best meets your goals. Read more for bench press and chest press workout which better for you do for chest workout and upper body workout.

[elfo2222]

Wave Goodbye to Flabby Arms Forever with These Expert-Recommended Moves

Description:

Are you tired of dealing with flabby arms and longing for beautifully toned and defined muscles? Look no further! In this video, we'll guide you through a series of six targeted exercises designed to help you lose those flabby arms and achieve the sculpted look you desire. Say goodbye to loose skin and hello to toned arms!

Arm Circles Backwards: 

We kick off with a classic exercise that engages your shoulders, triceps, and upper back. 💪🔄 Arm circles backwards will help strengthen and tone the muscles in your arms while improving overall flexibility.

Chest and Shoulder Press: 

This exercise targets your chest, shoulders, and triceps. By incorporating weights or resistance bands, you'll increase the intensity, allowing for effective muscle building and toning. 💪💪🏋️‍♂️

Pullbacks: 

Focus on those triceps with pullbacks! Grab a dumbbell or resistance band, extend your arm backward, and squeeze those tricep muscles. This move is fantastic for toning the back of your arms and improving overall arm strength. 💪💪🔙

Tricep Extensions: 

Grab a dumbbell or a suitable weighted object and get ready to tone your triceps to perfection. Tricep extensions target the back of your arms, helping you eliminate the flab and replace it with lean muscle. 💪💪💪

Tricep Pulses: 

Elevate the burn with tricep pulses! This challenging move will really make your triceps work. By keeping your elbows close to your body and pulsing up and down, you'll engage the muscles and achieve a tighter, firmer appearance. 💪💥🔥

Bonus Tip: 

Consistency is key! Along with these exercises, remember to maintain a healthy lifestyle by incorporating regular cardio exercises, eating a balanced diet, and staying hydrated. This holistic approach will help you achieve optimal results. 💯🏃‍♀️🥦💦

Say goodbye to flabby arms and hello to strong, toned muscles! Join us in this arms-focused workout, follow along with our expert guidance, and start your journey towards beautifully sculpted arms today. Remember, with dedication and perseverance, you can achieve any fitness goal. Let's get started on transforming your arms and boosting your confidence! 💪🔥👍

[fitnessmantram]

Best Chest Exercise For Men || Chest Workout || Shoulder Workout || #sho...

The majority of intermediate-advanced lifters need at least six sets of direct chest work per week to improve, though some do more. That amounts to approximately three sets per session if you train twice per week.

[musclebuildingblogs]

Best Chest exercises on total gym

If you want to work on your chest muscles, then you should consider performing some chest exercises on total gym which helps to build muscle

You can choose from Bench press, Incline dumbbell press, Machine chest fly, and Close grip pullovers. Each one has its own benefits, so you should try each one out before you decide which one will work best for you.

Top 10 chest exercises on total gym that helps to build muscle

1. Barbell or Dumbbell Bench Press

2. Incline Bench Press

3. Decline Press

4. Machine Chest Press

5. Push-Up

6. Dip

7. Chest Fly

8. Dumbbell Pull-Over

9. Cable crossover

10. Low pulley crossover

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[oceane4loveu]

Victoria’s secret full body workout

OUTER THIGH

60 DUMBBELL SIDE LUNGES (ALTERNATE)

30 DUMBBELL STANDING OUTER THIGH LIFTS (EACH SIDE)

50 LYING OUTER THIGH LIFTS

50 HALF BRIDGE SIDE ABDUCTIONS

50 WALKING LUNGES

INNER THIGHS

30 INNER-THIGH CRISS CROSSES (ALTERNATING)

15 INNER-THIGH CIRCLES (EACH SIDE)

50 SUMO SQUATS

CALVES

100 CALF RAISE PULSES

100 PLIES CALF RAISE PULSES

100 TOES-IN CALF RAISE PULSES

50-STEP FARMER'S WALK

GLUTES

50 SQUATS

2-MINUTE WALL SIT

50 DONKEY KICKS (EACH SIDE)

50 DONKEY RAISES (EACH SIDE)

30 LEG HALF BRIDGE CIRCLES (EACH LEG)

100 SWIM KICKS

WAIST/OBILQUES

30 SIDE HIP RAISES (EACH SIDE)

100 SIDE HEEL TOUCH CRUNCHES

50 BUTTERFLY TWISTS

200 CRISS-CROSSES

60-SECOND VACUUM

STOMACH/ABS

20 LYING DOUBLE LEG LIFTS

20 REVERSE CRUNCHES

10 SINGLE-LEG BALL ROLLS

12-MINUTE PLANK

10 1-2-3 PULSES

10 DIGS AND DRAGS

ARMS

40 DUMBBELL BICEP CURLS (ALTERNATING)

10 PUSH UPS

10 DIAMOND PUSH UPS

1-MINUTE GOLF BALL ARMS (EACH DIRECTION)

11/2-MINUTE CHEST PRESS PULSE

10 SINGLE-LEG TRICEP DIPS (EACH SIDE)

[dirtyvulture]

Alpha!Natasha Romanoff x Omega!Fem!Reader

18+ only, read at your own risk

Requested by anon: Jealous Alpha Nat x Clueless Omega Reader 

Semi-public sex, claiming/knotting/breeding. Please, and thanks to you, God of Lust. 

AN: I accidentally made Nat beefy even though you didn’t ask for it. 🥺 I hope you don’t mind, anon! Shoutout to @mostlymarvelsstuff for helping brainstorm this one.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to spot you?” Natasha asks for what you feel is the thousandth time.

“Yes, I’ll be fine. I’ll only be using the ten-pound weights anyway,” you respond, a little annoyed at how oveprotective she can be sometimes. 

“Well, I’ll be right over here if you need me.” Natasha parts with a kiss on your forehead before going over to her favorite exercise, the bench press. You weren’t much of a fan yourself, so you grab a pair of dumbbells and stand in front of the mirror. 

You hear the gym door open as you’re in the middle of your set of curls, but you don’t think much of it. You can see Natasha in the reflection of the mirror, balancing a barbell with two times your weight on it and you pause to admire the impressive flexing of her arms as she brings down the bar to bounce off her chest.

“Hey, Y/N.”

You snap out of your ogling to find Sam Wilson standing behind you with a wide grin on his face.

“Huh? Oh, hi, Sam.”

“Need some help with your workout?” he asks, boldly putting his hand on your shoulder and steering you toward an empty bench. 

“Um, not really.”

“Come on, I can show you some new moves. It’ll really diversify your workout.” He sounds so earnest, you don’t want to deny him the opportunity. Plus, it’s just Sam and he’s completely harmless, and you’re where Natasha can see you if anything goes south.

“Okay fine,” you relent, watching as he adjusts the bench so you can sit up and rest your back on it. 

“Have you done shoulder presses before?” Sam asks as you take a seat. He stands behind you. 

“Uh, these?” You bend your arms and press them up.

“Yeah! Just add some weight to it.” Sam hands you your dumbbells. 

You start your first set, not struggling too much with the weight. Sam holds his hands under your triceps, following your range of motion in case you can’t complete a rep. 

After you finish your first set of 12, you go into your second set, although your arms are already tired. Sam’s hands brush the undersides of your triceps more than once.

“Come on, Y/N. You got this. Push, push, push.”

“Phew,” you pant, dropping your dumbbells to the floor and shaking the ache out in your arms.

“Those are too easy,” Sam says, going over to the rack and picking up a pair of 15 pound dumbbells. 

“Oh no, I stick to the tens,” you protest.

“You got this. I won’t let you drop them on your head. Besides, Romanoff would kill me if that happened.”

“Or, I can still kill you before that happens,” someone growls from behind you both.

“Nat?” You didn’t even notice her come over. The collar of her low-cut shirt is soaked in sweat and the veins in her arms look like they’re straining to escape. 

“What the hell are you doing, Wilson? She didn’t want a spot,” Natasha says in a low voice that makes you tingle.

“Oh, I wasn’t spotting her, I was just showing her some new exercises,” Sam says, suddenly backing away from you on the bench.

“And you don’t think I can do that?”

“Well, uh, no...” Sam stutters. “I know you’re more than capable--”

“I’ll take it from here,” Natasha interrupts.

“Sure. I’ll...I’ll see you two around.” Sam scampers away. 

“Come on, Y/N,” Natasha says, hooking her arm under yours and pulling you up.

“Oh, are you done with your workout?” It wasn’t unusual for your mate to spend upwards of two hours in the gym.

“This one,” she says, whisking you out of the gym. 

“Nat, are you okay?” you ask as she drags you into the locker room. You look down at her black shorts and notice the tent forming at the center. “Oh.”

“It seems someone forgot who their alpha is,” Natasha growls, pushing you against the lockers and looming over you. 

“Nat, someone can walk in--” you squeak as she removes your shorts, easily lifting you with her strong arms and pressing your back against the lockers. 

“Good. So they can run out and tell everyone who’s alpha you belong to.”

“Fuck.” Her deepened voice and aggressive tone has you soaking your panties.

“Who’s your alpha?” Natasha asks, now holding you up entirely with one arm so she can pull her shorts down. Her cock is dripping with pre-cum, fully erect, the veins on it pulsing. You clench around nothing, aching to have her sheathed inside of you.

“You’re my alpha,” you respond, whining as she teases your folds with the dark tip of her cock. 

“No one else’s?” she asks, almost as if she’s a little insecure that you’d leave her for someone.

“Just yours. All yours,” you insist. “Please, Nat.”

“Good.” Her arms flex as she steadies you before lowering you on her cock. You moan as she stretches you out, clawing onto her biceps and shoulders in pleasure. 

“Harder, Nat,” you whimper, unable to make a sound as her thighs slap louder against yours, bouncing you on her dick. 

“You are my omega,” she growls, burying her face against your neck and tracing her tongue teasingly along the mating mark she left there months ago, when she first claimed you as hers. She bore a similar one on her collarbone, in the perfect outline of your teeth, a mark she wore proudly. “Mine and only mine.”

“Yours,” you pant, clinging onto her. “Claim me again, Nat. Knot me and make me yours.”

You feel her chest vibrate as she moans at your words and you swear you can feel her cock throb harder inside of you. Natasha mumbles something in Russian, a language you never bothered to learn but loved to hear when she was so turned on she couldn’t think in English. Her thrusts come harder and you swear you’ll be bruised tomorrow. But you don’t care, tearing at her shirt so you can feel her sweaty skin against yours and take in her scent.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Natasha moans, starting to lose her rhythm. You clench harder around her, desperate to feel her hot cum spill into you. You can’t wait to carry her pups and start a family with her one day. “Do you...Do you want my knot?” she asks, knowing that if you take it, the two of you won’t be able to disconnect very easily. In fact, she’ll probably have to carry you out to your room, and who knows how many eyes will fall on you two on your way there.

“Yes, yes, please. I don’t care who sees us,” you reassure, digging your nails harder into her biceps. “Fill me with your pups, Nat.”

That does it for her, and with a final hard thrust, her knot slips into you without difficulty and you feel her cum gush into you. You sigh in satisfaction, dropping your head against her chest and pulling aside her shirt collar to expose her mating mark. You bite into it and Natasha’s body goes rigid with a moan, and she finishes cumming with a few hard pulses. 

She wraps her arms around you, balancing you against her chest, as she reaches for some towels to throw over your back. You hook your legs around her waist and she pulls up her shorts as high as she can, carrying you out of the locker room, with her cock still inside of you. 

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AN: These two. 😅 Absolutely insatiable.

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[harryistheonlyoneforme]

Babe!! Can we get some Cheater H smut where he’s at the gym and he’s fucking Reader and then his wife comes in but he keeps going and she doesn’t notice? I need that so bad OMG

I Don’t Wanna Talk To You*

warnings: smut, cheating, dry humping, unprotected sex, praise, dumbification, lil bit of exhibitionism, creampie

pairings: cheater harry x reader

masterlist | harry styles masterlist

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“Harry?” YN calls, closing his front door behind her as she steps out of her shoes and makes her way further inside. She takes a peek at every room inside on the first floor of the house, frowning when she doesn’t see him in any of them. His car is definitely in the driveway and his location definitely says he’s home, so she heads up to the bedroom to see if he’s there. She finds the bed unmade but his slippers are still there, so she’s left to believe he must be in the basement.

She quickly jogs quietly down the stairs, the sounds of grunts and pants leading her directly to where he is. She steps inside the open door of his home gym, and lo and behold, she finds Harry in all his glory, in the middle of a drop set of deadlifts. His muscles are on full display, his back flexing with each rep. He hasn’t noticed her yet, so she takes the time to admire, subconsciously squeezing her thighs together at the thought of him making those sounds because of her; straining above her the way he is now.

The grunts haven’t stopped, the noises only fuelling her crude thoughts about the man she’s been dating for a year now. It only continues for about three more minutes, and then she’s watching him as he walks over to the wall nearest him and places the dumbbells down, squatting down to take a sip of his water. Everything he does ignites a fire in her that’s unexplainable. Her thighs are beginning to ache with how hard she’s squeezing them together, and they damn near snap in half when he finally turns around and notices her, his eyes lighting up and a dimpled grin covering his face immediately.

His eyes trail over her body as he strides toward her, and her heart is beating so fast she thinks she’ll pass out right then. He doesn’t even try to hide it when his eyes linger on her chest before trailing down to her thighs and he’s smirking when he sees how tight she’s clenching them. The sight ignites something in him as well, his cock stirring slightly in the loose shorts he’d chosen to workout in, but he forces it down. When he reaches her he leans down and intentionally presses a sweet kiss to her lips, moving away before she can deepen it. It pulls a needy whine from her lips as she chases his with hers, and he gives in immediately, wrapping one hand around her throat as their lips meet again.

She’s shifting on her feet and moaning into the kiss, nearly melting into the floor when his tongue starts to explore her mouth. With his free hand he reaches for the front of her tube top and frees her breasts, making her groan as the cool air of the gym begins to harden them. He begins to roll one between his thumb and forefinger, separating their lips and pressing their foreheads together to gauge her reaction.

“M’glad you’re here, baby,” he coos, rubbing a thumb over the hardening bud. She smiles brightly at his words, thinking he’s finally going to give her what she’s literally craving right now, but he doesn’t. “Need a spot for these bench presses, my love. Can’t be getting stuck,” he finishes, a cheeky smile playing on his lips.

Her smile falters just a bit as he grabs her hand and leads her to where he’ll be working next, and then he’s climbing onto the bench. She’s just standing there sort of awkwardly for a moment, unsure of what he wants her to do. “Cmon, hop on top,” he teases, chuckling as her eyes go wide, but she does as he says.

As soon as she’s comfortable, he goes straight into his sets, and he can’t even lie and say that he doesn’t exaggerate his grunts a little bit because he knows what they do to her. The fact that she’s sat right atop his abs isn’t helping either, she can feel each and every strain of his muscles whenever he goes to push the bar back up. The thin grey biker shorts she’d worn today and forgone panties with don’t stand a chance with how wet she is, and when she feels his abs graze her swollen clit it takes everything in her not to cry out in pleasure.

Harry just acts as if he’s none the wiser, continuing his set like he doesn’t feel the small amount of wetness she’s left on his stomach, or the way she throbs each time his abs flex against her. It takes all of his restraint when he feels her give into the temptation and start to rock her hips down onto his abs, but he has absolutely none left when she just begins to moan shamelessly at the pleasure she’s experiencing.

He places the bar on the rack and moves his hands to her hips, helping her to move along his abdomen. Her moans have picked up so loudly that they’re echoing throughout the small room, and his cock has become rock hard in his shorts. All he can do is ignore the throbbing and watch YN as she’s in absolute bliss above him, her head now thrown back as she gets closer to her orgasm.

Deciding to make the experience even filthier than it already is, Harry speaks up. “Such a dirty girl,” he rasps, watching with hooded eyes as hers meet his. “So desperate f’me you’re just grinding on my tummy, poor thing. Just couldn’t wait, hm?” his teasing does nothing but urge her toward the edge, and she’s nodding with all her energy, unable to find the words to express what she’s feeling, but he knows. “I know, darling. Cum f’me. Cum all over me and I’ll give you what you need.”

Those words are all the encouragement she needed to cum, her hips stilling and her legs shaking slightly as her orgasm wracks her body, a loud cry of pleasure leaving her. She cums so hard tears form in her eyes and start to fall down her face as Harry helps her ride it out, gradually slowing the movement of her hips until she’s grounded.

She eventually comes around breathlessly, her chest heaving. Harry doesn’t waste another moment and he helps her off of him before he’s easing her onto the floor and on her back, climbing on top of her to bring their lips together. The angle provides him with the perfect angle to slot himself between her thighs and press his throbbing bulge against her, bucking his hips slightly at the feeling of her wetness beginning to leak onto his pants.

The action makes him graze her clit slightly, and she whines a bit in overstimulation before he’s pulling away to look down at her. He groans out loud and his cock twitches at the sight before him; her little grey shorts are absolutely drenched from her orgasm, the dark patch in the middle glistening in the fluorescent lighting of the gym.

He can’t help but bring his hands to her waistband and begin helping her out of them, and he becomes absolutely feral when he sees a string of her wetness connecting her to the shorts. Bringing them down past her ankles, he takes just a moment to admire how beautiful she is, and any other time he’d simply eat her out until she passed out, but he’s too desperate to feel her.

So he frees himself from his pants and immediately lines himself up with her, pressing his tip into her swollen pussy. Her eyes flutter closed at the stretch, and when he just slowly pushes in until their hips meet, she wraps her legs around his hips to press him as deep as he can go. They’re both already wrecked, so close to cumming and he hasn’t even started to fuck her properly. He gives her a bit to adjust before he pulls out and plunges back in just as deep as before, setting a punishing pace from the beginning.

YN’s moans and the sounds of their skin meeting are loud in his ears as the pace surprises her, and she can feel the light dusting of hair on his pubic bone grazing her clit, making the feeling that much better. Placing her hands on either sides of his head, she brings his lips to hers and moans against them as he literally fucks her like it’s their last time together. She can feel her orgasm burning deep in her belly, her back beginning to arch until they’re interrupted.

The sound of a phone ringing on the floor next to them disrupts the little bubble they've formed, and when Harry pulls away to look down at it, a dark smile takes over his features as he realizes it's his wife FaceTiming him. He flips it around to show YN and her eyes widen when she realizes he hasn't slowed down even a little bit. She goes to ask him if they should stop but he speaks up before she can, pressing himself inside of her as deep as he can, making her choke on a moan.

"If I answer this call, will you be a good girl for me and keep quiet until I finish?" he asks her, reaching up with the hand that's not holding his phone and pressing his thumb into her mouth, a satisfied hum coming from deep within his chest when she nods enthusiastically, immediately closing her mouth around the digit.

He's still pressed deep inside of her their hips flush as he swipes the button to answer, turning his camera off as the call begins to connect. The moment it does, he can't resist the urge to roll his eyes as he sees his wife sitting at the fanciest brunch restaurant in the city, sipping on what he knows is the start of her bottomless mimosas. He can't even imagine the hit their bank account has taken, because he knows she loves to go shopping with her friends to show off and they always end up at the expensive restaurant they reside at now.

"Harryyy baby. I miss youuu," she drawls, the way she says his name making his nose scrunch up in disgust as she gets closer to the camera and forms her lips into a pout. He resists the urge to gag and decides to take his mind off of it, pulling his thumb from YN's mouth and bringing it down to her swollen clit and pressing down firmly before he begins to rub slow circles right on the head.

He watches YN in pure adoration as she brings her lips into her mouth in an attempt to keep quiet, and he decides to make things even harder by pulling out of her until his tip is resting at her entrance before slamming back into her. He thinks he'll cum right then when her eyes roll back into her head and her hands flail around to find anything to ground herself, a small broken whimper leaving her lips from the sensation. He’s brought back to earth, though, by the annoying, high pitched sound that is his wife’s voice.

“Do you want to say hi to my friends, they really want to meet you someday. I was thinking maybe they could come over to the house today?” she questions, her voice hopeful. But Harry couldn’t care less, all he cares about is making YN cum again before he literally explodes inside of her without warning.

"No, I'm busy actually, about to eat. I'm gonna have to call you back when I'm done, okay?' he asks, not really waiting for an answer before he ends the call and tosses the phone to the side. He thinks he hears her call out an ‘I love you’ but he brushes it off quickly, picking up his pace and basking in the sound of YN's cry of relief at being able to moan as loudly as she wants. "Fuck, did so well for me," he praises, trying to stave off his orgasm until she cums, his mind turning to mush at how perfect she is and feels. She's just babbling wordlessly beneath him, the intensity of everything that's just happened only aiding in the building of her orgasm.

He’s fucking her so deep she feels like she can’t breathe, no thoughts in her head as he just continues to wreck her, his hands nearly bruising her hips with how tight he’s gripping them. He can feel her start to flutter around him a bit, making him groan at what’s to come.

“That’s, it, baby. Gonna cum for me?” he coos condescendingly, and all she can do is nod, making him chuckle at how wrecked she is beneath him. “My dumb little baby, hm? Can’t even think when I’ve got my cock in you,” he teases.

YN’s eyes are just squeezed shut at his words, her body going completely numb before tensing, her pussy locking down on him so tightly he struggles to move as her orgasm finally washes over her. The orgasm moves through her body in what feels like waves, small shocks causing her to twitch lightly. Seeing and feeling her in so much pleasure actually triggers Harry’s orgasm as well, and he buries himself so deep inside of her, his jaw dropped as a broken sob leaves his lips, his balls drawing up so tight he swears they’ll explode. Then the tension is leaving his body and he practically screams as cum starts to spurt from his reddened tip and deep into YN, painting her insides with his orgasm.

~

Thank you guys so much for reading! Feel free to leave any feedback you have, and as always, requests are open. Love you!!!

[kana-daydreams]

be my muse || zoro | ft. sanji | fluff | 1.9k

°*:･ᰔzoro doesn't like the idea of you painting another man's abs.

tags: artist!f!reader. oblivious!reader. zoro gets a teeny bit jealous

op masterlist

Beads of sweat glisten like glimmering pearls against the firm muscles of tan skin, a small drop trickling down past thick broad shoulders and along a taut chest before landing on solid floors with a silent splash.

“...1285, 1286, 1287...” Zoro’s gruff voice counts, one arm fixed securely against his back and a weight clutched in the hand of the other, as he tries his earnest to concentrate on the reps of push-ups he’s been doing for more than two hours now.

Key word—tries.

His resilient endeavour to maintain his focus proves to be futile as Zoro’s green brows pinch together, an annoyed frown weaving itself onto his face when he hears a familiar soft bubble of laughter flooding into the room from one of the crow’s nest open windows.

He attempts to redirect his focus on the task at hand. But, like before, fails miserably when he finds himself, within the span of a second, hoisting himself up onto his bare feet before crossing to the opposite side of the room in less than a few strides.

Dumbbells devotedly in hand, he flexes his arm, pointing his brown gaze through the window down at a sight that deepens the frown on his face.

“Okay, all good! Let’s do this!” Your voice, accompanied by a wide smile, chirps when you finish fixing a loose strand of Sanji’s tousled blonde hair back into place. 

You both were atop the observation deck, underneath the blue cloudless sky, the warm rays of the sun enveloping you and all the Sunny in its warmth—a perfect day for getting started on your new art project. And who better to be your muse if not Zoro—who you’d implored on many failed occasions—than the stunning cook himself.

“Aye, aye my little sea pearl!” Sanji who’s been drooling from the soft touches of your fingertips brushing against his forehead while you’d fixed his hair, along with your womanly scent that blessed his nostrils, beams, voice muffled by the stem of a red rose slotted between his lips—his own personal touch.

Your lips curl up into a warm smile at the endearing nickname. “Thanks again for doing this Sanji. I really appreciate it.” 

Sanji responds with a smile of his own, the rose-coloured lens of his eyes following you as you beeline towards your easel and canvas stationed near the main mast.

After mixing some of the necessary hues on your wet palette laid on the table beside you, you pick up one of your brushes, tucking its flaking handle between your fingers. You then cast a second-long look at Sanji’s poised posture, his lean frame donning a blue kimono underneath a haori coloured the same, before dabbing the brush against the blob mixture of paint.

But when your brush nears the white of your canvas, your hand pauses, the motion repeating itself like a broken record every time you look up at Sanji and then attempt to press the brush’s soft bristles to the paper.

“Something wrong, Mademoiselle?” Sanji tilts his head in question when he notices your distress.

You peer up at him from behind the canvas with a sheepish look. “I don’t know…feels like something’s missing.” You diverge into soft mumbles, intelligible to Sanji’s ears.

“Maybe it’s the pose?” Sanji remarks, modelling a couple of over-the-top poses. 

You shake your head. “No, that’s not it.” You murmur as you continue to pick your brain, eyes soon drawing wide when you realise the root of the gnawing issue.

You deposit the brush in the mug on the table, soft steps padding over to Sanji. 

“Hm?” Sanji quirks a curly brow, eyes glancing down at your shorter form and at your hands that reach for the collar of his blue kimono, his breath hitching when you suddenly tug it open just a bit exposing an inch of his bare chest.

Sanji blushes and the pink dusting his cheeks doesn’t go unnoticed.

You immediately retract your hands. “Sorry! I-I just thought that some skin might enhance, y’know…? The painting a bit?��� A nervous chuckle releases from your lips. “But if it makes you uncomfortable—”

“No, no, it’s fine! More than fine!” Sanji hurries out, the pitch of his voice a little high, more than eager to allow you to continue your venture. 

“...Okay. If you’re sure.” Sanji gives you a reassuring nod, and you allow your hands to once again reach for his kimono.

Your fingers resume their gentle tugging at the soft fabric, inching further south, but before you can glimpse a peek of firm abs, a resounding thud lands on the deck, vibrating underneath your feet.

You and Sanji instinctively jolt. And you don’t need to turn around to see the cause of the sudden unanticipated intrusion, Sanji’s brows creasing into an annoyed frown, a tell-tale sign.

Heavy footsteps approach your direction. They come to a halt just behind you; and you crane your neck, peering over your shoulders to see Zoro’s tall figure looming over you, his ever-present grim expression carved into his features. 

You return your attention to Sanji, seemingly unbothered by his presence. “Did you change your mind, Zo?” You question, referring to your many denied requests to paint him. 

Zoro doesn’t respond to you, too distracted by your hands still attached to Sanji’s chest.

“Well, it’s a bit too late.” You lie, secretly wishing he’d come to deliver the news that he’d had a change of mind. “I’ve got Sanji now.”

When your hand returns with the intention of adjusting Sanji’s kimono, a larger hand suddenly catches a hold of your wrist. And momentarily, you find your gaze pointed downwards at the soles of bare feet, aged scars ringing round just above their ankles, when a strong arm hooks itself around your waist, effortlessly slinging you over a broad shoulder. 

 “W-What are you doing?!” Your hands scramble for purchase on Zoro’s broad back, face burning at the embarrassing position and at the feeling of the toned muscles hidden underneath his green opened vest.

“I’m taking you to the nest.”

“The nest? What for?” 

Zoro parts his lips to respond to your question, only to be  interrupted by Sanji’s grating voice.

“Oi, Marimo?” The said man lumbers up to Zoro, a disapproving frown plastered on his face. “What do you think you’re doing, manhandling a lady like that?” 

“None of your business, cook.” Zoro turns his back to him as he makes a move to head in the opposite direction, his actions impeded by a firm grasp on his shoulder. 

Zoro’s footsteps halt, a palpable annoyance, like Sanji, radiating off his being.

“Y’know, if you weren’t holding her, I’d—”

“Sanji, it’s okay. I’ll go with Zo.” Your hesitant voice breaks the intense atmosphere, its soft melody like a soothing balm, inviting a calm in both men. “Um, wait for me, yeah?”

Sanji beams at your words, his cold glare leaving Zoro to peer down at you with a love-struck look. “Okay, my little sea pearl! I’ll be waiting for you~” 

A minute later, after fortunately defusing the mutual hostility between the swordsman and the cook, you’re seated cross-legged on the floor inside the crow’s nest, a few exercise equipment strewn about the room.

You look across at Zoro seated quietly beside you, eyes closed in meditation .

“So…are you gonna tell me why you kidnapped me?”

“I didn’t kidnap you.”

“Uh, technically, you did Zo.” You narrow your eyes in suspicion.“...Why?”

Like you, Zoro was aware of his very unusual behaviour. But, unlike you, only he knew the reasons that steered his impulsive actions. Actions that any man in lo…driven by the reins of the heart would execute—he’d executed without second thought when he heard your vibrant laughter fill his ears, saw your soft hands glued to the perverted cook’s chest along with the infectious and innocent smile you’d graced him with earlier as thanks. 

A smile Zoro deeply desired you’d reserve only for him.

 Zoro peeks an eye open, catching your curious gaze fixed intently on him. He sighs. “‘Cause”—Zoro feels his face warms—“I want you to paint me instead.” 

Your mouth hangs low at his words. “Paint you? R-Really?” You try your best to suppress the excitement brewing in your voice.

Zoro confirms your words with a nod, not meeting your cheerful gaze. “I’ll be your”—he pauses to think for a moment, trying to recall the word you used back then when you’d first extended your request to paint him—“muse.” He finally says.

“Hmm, my muse, uh?” Your lips stretch into a mischievous smile. “What made you change your mind?” 

Zoro tenses, unnoticeable to you, when he assumes you caught onto him and his…feelings. 

You inch your body closer to him. “Is it because you’re…jealous?” You drawl and Zoro’s face immediately starts to colour a faint shade of red, but despite the feeling of nervousness creeping in, he steels himself.

 “That’s it, isn’t it?” Zoro’s gaze drops down to the palms of your hands planted a little too close to his crossed legs. “You are jealous.”

Zoro huffs. “I’m not jea—”

“Jealous that Sanji gets to be the one I paint for my new art project.” 

Zoro’s solemn expression masks both his relief, utter disbelief and slight disappointment. “...something like that.”

A triumphant smile spreads on your lips. “Well, since I’m a forgiving soul and also after giving it some deliberate thought”—Zoro quirks an amused brow as you continue—“I’ve decided I’ll paint you first.”

A smirk eases its way onto Zoro’s lips. “Sounds good.” 

“Doesn’t it?!” You beam as you help yourself up onto your feet. “Alrighty then! Let's go get my stuff.” You saunter towards the exit, pausing to glance behind you with a smile. “Oh and Zoro…?”

Zoro who’s already trailing behind you hums in response.

 “When we get back, you can lose the vest.”

BONUS

Sanji returns to the observation deck, a slump in his shoulders, though bounce in his steps, after he finishes whipping up a quick feast to quench Luffy’s insatiable appetite—having no choice but to relent to boy’s request who’d continued to impose on his distorted replay of your hands roaming up and down his clothed chest while he waited, needless to say, eagerly for your return.

A cigarette is lodged between the smile he adorns, his lips soon setting into a disappointed frown when your absence still lingers from the time he’d left to fix Luffy a meal. And this time, your easel, canvas and the other art supplies you’d left behind when Zoro stole you from him, are nowhere in sight.

Instead, in its place sits Usopp and Chopper engaged in a mirthful exchange about one of  Usopp’s newly invented gadgets.

“Huh?Where’s my sea pearl?”  

At the sound of Sanji’s voice, Usopp along with Chopper peer up to see him glancing around him, confused.

 “Do you mean…?” Your name leaves Usopp’s lips. “She and Zoro just left for the crow’s nest.” He informs the cook. “Left a message for you though. Something about painting you another time after she finishes her painting of Zoro.”

Sanji feels as if an extra sharp sword that was submerged in molten lava lodges itself into the deep cavity of his chest and further into his slowly withering soul. “Paint?...Zoro?”

The cigarette between his lips drops to the ground as his legs give out from underneath him, causing him to plop to his knees, snot and tears rolling down his face. 

“She left me for moss head!”

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hii, I LOVEE your Simon x civilian! reader series!

I was thinking maybe of Simon finding readers scketchbook and discovering that it s pretty much filled with him? maybe reader has some drawings of a favourite picture of the both of them that s also colored with little hearts?

please and thank you! <3

Thank you thank this is actually so CUTE! I absolutely LOVE the thought of this, like I’ve actually be dreaming about it!

There would be times when Simon would catch you watching him. Like, he would be making a tea, putting the dishes away or sharing out the take-away you’d ordered between a couple plates when he’d feel that eery sense of being watched. Glancing over his shoulder he’d spot you just observing him with great interest, sketchpad in your lap and the moment Simon was aware your eyes would dart away and continue to focus on your pencil against the page.

You had been so happy to show him so much of your art, but that sketchbook in particular was on that you had very clearly kept to yourself. Each time he would pick it up you were overly protective and practically snatched it back, hiding it behind the sofa or throwing it into a drawer. “You hiding something from me?” He quirked a brow and you pressed a soft hand to your chest and replied. “Not at all. Cuppa?” You always seemed to pull his attention away quick enough that he’d drop it.

It was a few nights later that Simon spotted that sketchbook again left vulnerably on your coffee table whilst snoozed, cutely curled up on the sofa beside him, head resting on the arm of the chair whilst your feet rest happily in his lap. His eyes flicked from the football game, back to the book and then back to the game. Fuck it. He leaned forward and snatched it from the table, carefully beginning to flick through the first couple of pages.

It was as he had expected, just a few innocent sketches of flowers, all different types that he certainly couldn’t name. He almost placed the book back down before turning to the next page and feeling his face becoming very warm. Your interests for sketching had changed away from pretty flowers to sketches of him. They were all him doing very mundane and candid things. There was one of him sipping tea from a rather fancy cup, then another of him lifting his heavy dumbbells, another of him running his hands through his hair Simon noticed you’d taken great detail to sketch his hands, another small sketch of him pulling off his shirt and somehow, you’d manage to capture every little scar that littered his body.

As he continued to explore the book Simon noticed that there were some sketches of the two of you. He remembered when you had forced him to take a photo together on a woodland walk, the first picture taken of him for years but he was willing to do it to make you happy. You had taken time sketching that photo, taking in every little detail, even the disdain on his face. He should have given you a smile that day, but instead he just looked pissed whilst you beamed at the camera. His little ray of sunshine. God, he fucking loved you.

“What are you doing?” From beside him your voice was full of surprise before quickly attempting to steal the book from him but he held it up from your reach. “I was looking at your sketches, love.” He mentioned, laughing as you clambered onto his lap attempting to grab it from his greedy hands. “You wanna explain them to me?”

A quiet sigh of embarrassment fell from your lips before you stopped trying to snatch the book from him and just sunk into his body, burying your face in his throat whilst he rubbed your back comfortingly. “I like them.” He whispered into your ear. “I’m not mad, love.” He assured you softly, rubbing small circles into your face. “I just like drawing you, Si.” You whispered into his throat and he chuckled. “You’re so handsome.” He felt heat rising on his cheeks then. “And so strong… I see you doing all these really normal things and… and I just need to put it on paper… I don’t know…”

“My sweet girl…” He chuckled rubbing your back and placing the sketchbook beside him. “Don’t hide things like this from me, love…” He placed a few small kisses to the side of your face. “You don’t think I’m some obsessed weirdo?” You whined softly and he chuckled and shook his head. “I love that you’re obsessed.” He growled, quickly moving you to be flat back on the sofa with him looming above you. “Now, let me show you how much more I’m obsessed with you~”

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